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Chapter 102: Miss Lilly “I WISH I was,” Beth told me. “How?!?” “The university likes to sweep things like this under the rug…? They often avoid seeing students charged so they don’t get the bad headlines. I’m guessing this was the same?” “So if she’s not going to be found in prison after all of this, where is she going?” I asked. “Nikki said she caught a flight out to the West Coast,” Beth shrugged. “I’m not any more happy about it than you are. I can only imagine what my mom and dad are going to say?” I nodded. “This is… stupid,” I said before swearing. I figured it was safe to do so. Still, the last thing I wanted to do was discover a hidden recording mechanism in the world and have all of my sins exposed to my nest mother or the university. “Yeah, it is. I’m not happy that we weren’t at least consulted. I may see if Dad can still find a way for me to still press charges.” I nodded at that. “So… besides a raving lunatic being on the loose now, how is your new nest?” I groaned, “I have three sisters, and I think all three of them would be screaming to run away from the cuteness?” “How so?” Beth asked, her smirk making me wonder if she knew anything. I sighed, “Being called a ‘Sparkle’ constantly, dressed in the most vomit-inducing onesie? Glitter seemingly on everything? Or the cherry on top? The ‘Sparkle Chant.’ “Sparkle chant?” Beth’s eyes couldn’t quite glimmer the same way in the virtual space as they could in person, but I could sense her getting a kick out of this. “You have to show me!” I had far too clear a memory of the horrible thing, and after much cajoling, I said it to her at least. “There’s no way that’s it? Not with a bunch of the ultra-girly girls?” I sighed, “There are motions too. It made me feel like I was in preschool?” “Well, that’s how the nests are all set up, isn’t it?” “The boys were bad in their own way, but seriously, there’s like a daycare play area that takes up a quarter of the room?” I shrugged, “I guess I know I’ve heard girls are almost certain to get adopted, but I didn’t think they would try and force those behaviors on college students who aren’t adopted?” “Yeah, nothing is too far, Carly,” Beth said. She looked at the clock in the room we were hanging out in. “I’m going to call it a night; it was a long day. I’ll see you in the morning?” “Sure, Beth.” “I love you, Carly,” she said with a smile, giving me a hug and a toe-curling kiss. “Love you too,” I told her. When I hung up, I noticed my diaper felt soaked. True to her word, Lilly’s door was open, despite me being seemingly the only Little still awake then. I walked through and found her quietly watching TV with a set of notes in front of her. “Enough games for the night?” She asked. I shook my head, “I was actually just hanging out with someone,” I told her. “Your girlfriend?” She asked me. I blushed, “Yes?” “You have the prettiest blush,” she told me. “Umm… thanks,” I replied. “I’m guessing your tushie needs changed?” “If you don’t mind? Please?” “Certainly! It’s my job, Princess!” Lilly carried me out to the changing table, where she unzipped the sleeper, moving from my chest down to my foot to quickly remove my feet and rear from it. “You’ve definitely got more energy than my other little sparkles in here,” she whispered. I think they all crashed over an hour ago?” I shrugged, “I never need much sleep?” She pulled the tapes loose on the diaper before easily grasping both of my ankles in her hand and lifting. “Do you mind if we have a little chat after I change you?” “Sure,” I said, wondering what she wanted to discuss. “Great, I won’t keep you up too much later, though,” she added. Mackenzie wasn’t bad at diaper changes, but hers definitely felt more… mechanical? There were all the caring actions to clean up any mess, but it felt like I was just a member of the assembly line most of the times she diapered me. Lilly took her time, gently making sure I was clean before adding some cream and powder and sealing a new diaper around my hips. She was caring as she slid my feet back inside the pajamas and zipped me up. “All clean!” She said with a smile. “Thanks,” I said, blushing that once again I’d had a diaper that I’d uncontrollably wet. She pulled me free from the strap and the table, carried me on her hip back into her apartment, closed her door, and set me down in a rocking chair she had to the side. “I’ll be right back after I wash my hands. Do you want something to drink before you go to bed?” I almost said no, just because I hadn’t trusted anyone with drinks, but with no potty training to lose anymore, I said, “Please?” “Water? Juice? Milk?” “Water would be fine,” I said. “Thanks!” ‘What happened to not closing the door?’ I wondered. ‘I’m sure they’re all out, though. I could hear snores?’ She reappeared a few moments later with a sippy cup of water and slid me down on her lap after picking me back up. “So how did you go from being the only Little still out of diapers to seemingly having less control than most overnight?” I sighed. “You can trust me, you know?” she said, taking her hand and moving some of my hair out of my eyes. I took a sip from the cup and nodded after guessing it was safer water if it was from her kitchen. “I take it that you and your mom feel you owe my mom?” She nodded, “You figured it out?” “Grandma had to,” I told her, “I don’t think Mom even knew her first name? I guess she just saw your grandmother’s business card briefly once?” She nodded, “Until I came to school here, our family had never really left the West Coast?” “Small world, though, still?” I said, “So, do you swim because of what happened?” She nodded, “After Mom almost drowned, she insisted she learn how to swim, as well as the Little who saved her. Eventually, she got good enough to swim for her high school team. When I was born, Mom started giving me lessons before I could even walk!” I nodded, “That was basically my mom too.” “So what happened?” I debated the trust issue but decided I could tell her some of it. “That LittleGo Plus stuff they used on me contains nanites that help generate a protein that binds to centers in your nervous system. They cause you to not feel the need to urinate or defecate, so your body just goes. Grandma had knocked them all offline before they became a problem.” “That makes sense. I know Kenzie was surprised you didn’t need diapers after that. I think Northrup looked up more information and shared it with her?” I sighed, “Anyway, the film required me to be transformed mid-film into a female character. The costume department and production staff decided to use nanites for that. They wanted it to be realistic, and since it could be reversed easily, it made sense. Unfortunately for me, they also reactivated the others somehow, leaving me incontinent.” She squeezed me in a hug, “I’m sorry, Carly. Why didn’t you change back, though?” “There was some sort of weird interaction, and it appears I can’t be changed back now.” She sat silently with me, rocking for a few more minutes, “I’m sorry to hear that. You do make a pretty girl, though?” “A toddler one?” I asked. She shrugged, “You do pull off the look now. Without the uniform, everyone will just assume you’re just a regular baby girl.” I nodded, “Though most babies my size don’t qualify as toddlers yet?” “True,” she agreed. “More like crawlers…? I’m glad nothing happened that way. Anyway, now I’ve settled my curiosity. Can we hang out again sometime?” “Sure,” I said and yawned. “I think this little sparkle needs to go to bed!” She smiled. I was carried back to the room, and she opened the front of the pod and placed me gently inside. She tucked me in and handed me Kylie, who must have been brought from the other nest. “Does your stuffie have a name?” “Kylie?” “My mom’s name?” “It was so I could remember it?” “That’s sweet,” she said with a smile. “And here, you need a unicorn too!” I blushed but accepted the white stuffed unicorn she handed me, putting my arm around both to cuddle them into me. “Thanks,” I said. “I’ll wake you up to swim in the morning,” she smiled, “Night, Princess.” “Night,” I told her. She put the front up, even as the end with the steps remained open for me to get out if I needed to. I closed my eyes and went to sleep, glad this long day was over! THE NEXT THING I knew was the feeling of arms underneath my body picking me up. I looked up and nearly jumped at the unfamiliarity of waking up to Lilly’s face, but relaxed and sighed, “Morning,” I told her. “Morning,” she smiled. “Kenzie mentioned you are a sleepy little one in the morning?” I was placed on the changing table and stretched out while she strapped me down. I shrugged, “Until I’m in the water?” “Well, let’s get you going there then!” She smiled. My diaper was soaked, so she took the time to wipe me clean before pulling a pink and purple swim diaper up my legs. She was hiding a tiny bit of fabric that I assumed was a swimsuit. Then, she smiled at me, “I can’t wait to see you in your new swimsuit! Miss Kenzie actually picked this out for you yesterday.” “Oh?” I asked and got a look at it. A pattern of bright pastel rainbow colors moved diagonally from the top to the bottom of the swimsuit pattern. There were white silhouettes of unicorns and stars all over that. There was a fake ruffled pink sleeve on the straps for the shoulders, and the bottom had a very short pink skirt that didn’t cover all the way to the bottom of the suit. It was in a word. Cute. For a real toddler! It was more than a little infantilizing for a now nineteen-year-old girl. I made no complaints, though, just cooperatively pulling it up over my diaper, squeezing my arms through the straps, and then tugging it a bit to get it to sit right. “You look sooooo adorable!” Lilly cooed quietly. I rolled my eyes, “Of course I do!” She tickled my side, “Now don’t go getting conceited now, Princess! Let’s go meet Kenzie and get you in the water!” I genuinely smiled as she carried me on her hip down the hall. Lilly liked to wear a robe down to the pool, and it was a nice warm fabric as I felt a bit chilly with all of my skin exposed! She scanned her wristband at the door, and we found Mackenzie pulling off her towel. “Well, good morning, Princess!” she said with a smile. “Not as fun waking up without you now? But you look way prettier in that suit than any of your others.” I turned the brightest red imaginable then. “Umm… thanks.” She laughed, approached me, and began tickling me a little. “I’m glad to see the suit looks good on you!” “Sure,” I said and felt comfortable enough with her to roll my eyes. She laughed and gave me a gentle pop on the diaper, “Well, go get in there?” Neither Lilly nor Mackenzie had to tell me twice to jump in the water. I began doing laps and getting adjusted to the feeling of the suit. The little skirt was enough loose hanging fabric that I thought I could feel some drag from it, but I also noted I felt stronger and faster again. ‘Lots to hate about the LittleGo nanites, but at least Mom’s are back in action!’ I set myself a faster pace than I’d gone for a week and noted I was again outpacing the giant in the water beside me! AFTER A GOOD swim, Lilly carried me back up to the nest, and I guessed I would be having my first shower in the new nest. Upon entering the bathroom, I discovered that wasn’t the case. “Where are the showers?” I asked, seeing instead a series of only bathtubs. They had some removable shower head sprayers, but nothing like the showers in the boys’ nest. “Girls here take baths,” she told me. “And usually at night, actually.” “But…?” I thought, confused, “Why?” She shrugged, “Probably related to the reason you have a play area in the girl’s nests, too?” I sighed, looking forward to a shower before. She sat me down in front of one of the tubs, started water, and added some strawberry-scented bubble bath. I sat there and felt a trickle of urine start going down my legs. “What?!?” I quietly squeaked. Lilly looked down at me, “You really don’t have any control now, do you?” I shook my head, “No?” “Well, swim diapers don’t really absorb anything. Otherwise, you’d be one gigantic puffy diaper in the water. They’re just to catch poopies.” I nodded at that. “That should be enough bubbles!” She looked at a clock, “May I help you today before I get the other girls up?” “Huh?” “Wash you?” “…Why?” “Because the girls usually like it?” “There are some weird girls here,” I said without a filter for some reason. She laughed, “Don’t knock it until you try it?” I shrugged, “Fine, I’ll let you?” She gave a quick, excited squeak that reminded me of my little sisters when they were about four and had a new doll as a gift. A second later, I was being assisted out of the swimsuit, and she ripped the sides of the swim diaper off. I noticed she gave a quick glance to see if there were any solids before she picked me up and sat me down in the large tub filled with bubbles. “I’ll just throw this diaper away, then we’ll work on your hair!” I was grateful she added the step of washing her hands first! Still dressed in her one-piece swimsuit, she gently pulled my hair free of the cap she’d put on my head and pulled out the spray nozzle. “Close your eyes, sweetie,” she told me with a smile. “Just lean forward here a moment,” she added. As much as I desperately hated the idea that I could no longer bathe myself, her touch on my hair and body over the next ten minutes was more soothing than I could have dreamed possible! She rinsed my hair first before rubbing in a shampoo that was definitely more strawberry-scented. “I’m going to smell like a strawberry?” I said, even as I couldn’t help but purr a bit at her fingers massaging my scalp. “Sorry, it’s my favorite scent that’s available for us as nest mothers.” “You have scents available?” I opened my eyes a crack after she rinsed my hair. “Yep! You could smell like apples, baby powder, mangos, lavender, or sandalwood too.” “Which do most go with?” “The girls tend to like baby powder, lavender, or strawberry. At the beginning of the year, I let this nest pick, and they preferred the strawberry.” “Beats smelling like a baby, I guess?” I sighed. “You sure don’t hold back, do you?” She asked. I wondered if I’d stepped over the line, but I guessed I could trust her, “Honestly, you and Miss Mackenzie stood up for me and were willing to defend me when I was poisoned. It earned you trust points. I can filter it all out, though, if you want me to?” She tickled my side and smiled, “No, I like that you have a brain. “Close your eyes; we’ll put conditioner in there now.” She was very gentle in massaging the conditioner, leaving it in while washing my body with a loofah from top to bottom on both my front and back. I was more than a little taken aback when, after she rinsed the conditioner, she changed the setting on the nozzle and practically power-washed my rear, though! “I know, not the most comfortable, but no need to get an infection or diaper rash here!” Soon, she carried me back to the room and laid me out on the changing table. “I’m glad your grandma brought diapers for you yesterday. I’ll make sure we order some for you, but I don’t generally keep that many in your size!” “What about the one you had that day?” “It was a leftover… Umm…” She looked like she was about to cry but managed to sniffle out, “She got busted in the weekend walkout after the movie night.” “Oh,” I said. I looked around the room. Is that where most of your girls ended up?” She nodded sadly, “Dean Northrup yelled at me because apparently, I let a rebellion formant in my nest. I think I would have been fired that week if she hadn’t been canned?” “Sorry,” I said to her. She quickly dressed me in my new uniform: a onesie blouse, green jumper, tights, and shiny, uncomfortable shoes. After a hurried look at the clock, she quickly braided my hair into a French braid and attached a gigantic white bow at the top of my head. “You should get your ears pierced,” she said as she sat me down. I nodded, “Maybe this weekend?” “Careful where you get it done,” she advised. I nodded. “Okay, I need to get the rest of the sparkles up; you can wait for them to go to breakfast or go by yourself. Up to you!” I thought of the excitement that week. “I’ll wait as long as it’s not past my normal time. Thanks for helping me get ready and taking me to swim,” I said. I walked over to her and hugged her giant legs. “Aww, I’ll do that every day if it gets me hugs like that!” I blushed and got to work, watching her get the nest ready. I must have missed everyone taking baths the night before because I only saw one girl disappear into the bathroom long enough to do so! Despite the longer time spent on me that morning, we were all out the door and to breakfast within a couple minutes of Mackenzie’s nest. “Cute bow,” Amy said to me. “Thanks,” I blushed, “Miss Lilly did it.” “She does like to dote on us,” she agreed, pointing to her pigtails, which had large green and yellow ribbons tied to the ends. With that, an almost typical day at Emerson began again for us! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading!!!! Please press the Like Button and Leave a comment!!! I have been fortunate the past few months to have some solid writing time available, but unfortunately, I have had none this week so far. Please consider leaving some encouraging comments if you get a chance, so maybe I can have a good writing day on Saturday! Providing the necessary Likes show up, I'll give you a bonus chapter on Sunday, which will be the one-year anniversary of my managing to post at least one chapter every week!

Chapter 13: It Feels Good I winced as I pulled the blaring earbud out of my ear. The left side of my head ached terribly. Perhaps that was the result of sleeping with an earbud all night long. Or maybe that was because of how unexpectedly loud my alarm had sounded when it had gone off like that. With my earbuds now laying harmlessly on the bed, the blaring alarm coming from them was only barely audible. It certainly wasn’t anywhere near loud enough to be heard from outside of my bedroom. I was almost stunned that my plan to wake up early had actually worked. And, with my alarm tied to my earbuds, I hadn’t woken up my family either. I yawned several times. It was another early morning for me. But, unlike when Chester had woken me up early yesterday, this time, it had at least been intentional. That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to feel the effects of less sleep, though. I had another long day of end-of-year tests, which I wasn’t looking forward to in the least. Well, it wasn’t so much the tests that I wasn’t looking forward to, but what my report card would be saying when my parents checked my grades online later. The hard part was over, at least. I was awake. I had plenty of time until I was actually supposed to be up for school. All I had to do now was to wet the bed intentionally. The one good thing was that I did need to pee. It didn’t matter that I’d had less to drink yesterday or that I’d used the toilet right before getting into bed. A nearly full night of sleep was still enough for my bladder to fill up again. The need to go wasn’t super urgent. I likely wouldn’t have had an issue with going back to sleep and waiting to use the toilet when getting up for school at a normal time. I remained under my covers as I rolled over to lie flat on my stomach. The noise of the bed crinkling beneath me served as a reminder of last night’s conversation with my parents and the mattress swap afterward. For a few brief, wonderful moments last night, I had thought that I had managed to convince my parents to get pull-ups, but for whatever reason, they seemed to think this was a better way to manage my bedwetting, at least for now. I had to remind myself that I had only begun the bedwetting plan on Friday evening, and it was now Wednesday morning. Not even a week had passed. I had to admit that it wasn’t reasonable to expect pull-ups that quickly. This new mattress had come as a complete surprise. That didn’t mean there weren’t some obvious benefits to the waterproof mattress. I wouldn’t have to work so hard to clean things up after an accident. No need to go and grab paper towels, cleaning sprays, and baking soda. I wouldn’t have to feel guilty about possibly ruining my mattress. It also meant that it wouldn’t matter if the accident wasn’t cleaned up immediately. There wouldn’t be any worries about the urine soaking into the mattress, to the point of being impossible to get rid of the smell and stains. I suspected that it wouldn’t be likely that I’d be able to fall back to sleep afterward, but I could at least feign sleep until Mom came to wake me up. I wasn’t looking forward to her seeing the result of the bedwetting – I had at least avoided having her witness my wet pajamas since that first fake bedwetting accident on Friday evening. I had to make sure the accident looked natural. It was one thing for Mom or Grace to see my wet bed in the middle of the night, when they were probably groggy and their faculties may not be fully working. It was something else in the bright morning light. The easiest way to do that would be to actually pee myself while lying down this time, rather than while lying down in bed, but to do that, I would need to get past whatever mental block had been making it difficult for me to urinate while my bottom wasn’t hovering over a toilet. I still had plenty of time. There were another forty minutes until I was supposed to be up. And, if I pretended that I had slept past my alarm, that probably gave me another five to ten minutes past that before Mom would come in and check on me. I rotated through a couple of different mental exercises as I attempted to convince my bladder that it was OK to pee. I tried thinking about rain, rivers, and dripping faucets, but unlike the two nights when I had been kneeling over the bed, that wasn’t enough, though I did feel my bladder getting closer to the point of release. Next, I tried to picture myself seated on the toilet, thinking about the sensation of sitting on the cold plastic toilet seat, but I didn’t think my bladder found that mental image to be all that convincing while I was lying on my stomach. I strained my muscles as much as I could. I came so close, but it still wasn’t enough to get the floodgates to open. Ten minutes had already passed by. I knew that in the worst-case scenario I would simply emulate how I had wet the bed those first to nights, but I wanted more than anything to do it the right way for once. There was more to that desire than wanting to make sure my mom was convinced it was a legitimate bedwetting accident. I wanted to know what it felt like to wet the bed. Perhaps the problem was with how I was lying on my stomach, with how my bladder was pressed up against the bed. But instead of sitting up completely, I slid my arms under my chest so that my waist was just an inch or two off of my sheets. It was a small difference, but it proved to be exactly what I needed. I put all my concentration into getting my bladder to release, and a minute later, I began to pee. The warm urine quickly began to stream through my underwear and cotton shorts. A few seconds later, I lowered myself back onto the bed as my bladder continued to empty. Like the other two times I had peed the bed, once I had started, there was no stopping it, not even after adjusting into a position where I had previously not been able to get my bladder to release. It was a vastly different experience to wet myself while lying down rather than doing it while kneeling over my bed. My shorts and even my shirt got significantly wetter as the urine pooled beneath me. This is where the difference of having a waterproof mattress became clear. As the urine wasn’t able to soak into the mattress, that meant it instead soaked further and further through my sheets and pajamas, in a large wet spot with my waist at the epicenter. When I finally stopped peeing another twenty seconds later, I was wet all the way from my knees to the middle of my chest. My previous attempts at wetting the bed had felt a bit awkward and embarrassing. This was different. My heart was racing, but not from being afraid. There was a sense of exhilaration. Why was that? Was it because I had wet myself in a more realistic way? It certainly felt more real to pee while lying down than to do it how I had done it before. The sensation of laying in urine-soaked pajamas and sheets should have been off-putting, but it wasn’t. The warm sensation surrounding me felt comforting in a way I couldn’t explain. I laid as still as I possibly could under the sheets. I was left to ponder how it would feel when all of that warmth and wetness was instead contained by the pull-up. <><><> “Maddy. Maddy. It’s time to wake up.” My eyes flickered open and then shut right away again. I was in bed, but something felt really off. I turned my head to the sound of Mom’s voice. Everything beneath me was damp and clammy. The exhilaration of the bedwetting incident had faded away along with the warmth. Given Mom’s calm reaction so far, the urine must not have soaked upwards through my sheets or cover. From her vantage point, everything must have appeared dry. “At least you made it through the night,” Mom said. “I suppose we didn’t need the new mattress tonight after all, but still, it will be good to have it as a precaution until we’re sure this bedwetting phase is over.” There was no escaping from Mom finding out about the bedwetting. I mean, she had to find out, but what was the best way to do it? I didn’t want to be forced to tell her about it, but the alternative, throwing off my covers and revealing just exactly how big of a mess I’d made in bed, was embarrassing as well. I resisted her request to get out of bed and pulled the cover tighter over my body. “Just a few more minutes.” “Madelyn, seriously, you’re going to miss the bus if you don’t get your bottom out of bed right now.” “But Mom…” I couldn’t bring myself to finish the sentence, to admit having wet the bed. Mom’s expression shifted as she walked back toward the bed. “Is something wrong?” “Um.” What else was I supposed to say? But it didn’t really matter. I was sure my face was giving away how embarrassed I was feeling again. Mom reached down and gave my cover and sheets a gentle tug that was enough to reveal the reality of what lay beneath them. “Oh, Maddy.” Mom sighed as she looked down at me. I looked away from Mom, down at the massive wet patch beneath me. It was even bigger than I had imagined in my head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know it happened until you woke me up.” “It’s alright,” Mom said. “Let’s just focus on getting you ready for school.” I slid gingerly out of bed. I decided that as much as I liked the immediate aftermath of wetting myself in bed, I didn’t care as much for how things felt once everything cooled off. Mom gave me a careful hug, making sure to not press up against the wet spots on my pajamas. “I’ll take care of getting everything cleaned up. Just toss your wet pajamas on the bed and head to the shower.” Mom retreated to the hallway, shutting the bedroom door behind her and giving me some momentary privacy to get undressed. I stripped out of my wet clothes and tossed them on the bed. How many more nights and mornings like this was it going to take? <><><> By the time I was dressed and out of the shower, all my bedding had been stripped and taken to the laundry room. The light-blue mattress was a strange look in the middle of my bedroom. There wasn’t anyway but to admit that it was an effective method for handling bedwetting. Nothing further was said about the bedwetting incident. Mom handed me a cup of yogurt for breakfast. From the kitchen, I could hear the washing machine running down in the basement. If Grace or Jackson had noticed all the laundry Mom had taken downstairs, neither of them made any mention of it, either. I finished off the small can of yogurt in record speed and then grabbed my backpack and headed toward the front door to wait for the bus. I would be able to see it coming off in the distance, so there wasn’t any need to leave the house until it was in sight. There was a pile of mail near the front door that had been brought in last night that hadn’t been yet been sorted. On top of it was another copy of Reader’s Digest. Recently, there was a new ad for the bedwetting pull-ups about every other issue. I had assumed that Mom must have seen the advertisement at some point or another. I wasn’t as sure that she had ever used these pull-ups with my sister, but I had hoped that all the advertising would have given her the idea that this could be an option to use with me. But maybe she just skimmed past the ad without looking at the finer details. The size range for the pull-ups was in small print, after all. There had to be something I could do to get her to take a closer look at the advertisement without letting her know that I was behind it. With the bus seemingly running a few minutes behind schedule, an idea came up for something I could put into motion before I headed off to school. Everyone else was still in the kitchen. The bus wasn’t in sight yet. My affinity for the magazine was already well known by my parents. Since they viewed it as educational, it wouldn’t stand out as suspicious if they came across me reading through it. I leaned back against the wall as quickly skimmed through the magazine. To my good luck, the ad for the bedwetting pull-ups appeared smack in the middle of the magazine. But how could I make sure it got Mom’s attention this time? A few ideas floated in my head. I could slightly crinkle the edges of a few pages – the pull-up ad included – so that when Mom was skimming through the magazine, she would be more likely to stop on it. But that didn’t feel like enough to actually get her attention. I could leave the magazine open to this page, but face down. On the opposite page was the start of a story I could plausibly be interested in. But would that be too much? I thought I could pass it off as believable. And I could always feign some initial discomfort at the idea of pull-ups when my parents did bring it up as an option. I pretended to read the magazine, though really all I was doing was taking in the image of the pull-up on the page, reading through all the features — five-layer protection, double leg barriers, the ability to absorb three cups of liquid. That last bit of information seemed most relevant to my case. I had peed a lot in each of the bedwetting accidents, but certainly not much. It gave me hope that the pull-ups would work for me when the time to wear them finally arrived. A minute later, I caught sight of the yellow bus off in the distance. I hastily set the magazine face down on the table, hoping that it would at last catch Mom’s attention when she opened it up later. --- Links to all my stories can be found at https://abdlwriter.wordpress.com/

Well, you're in luck! ... Chapter 4 Jamie felt a little foolish, sitting on a low stool in the middle of Michelle’s living room while she walked a tight circle around him, waving a garland of lavender over his head, mumbling words that sounded like gibberish. When Michelle had explained her theory–that he’d fallen afoul of a curse–he’d almost thought she was joking. Jamie had never learned much about witchy stuff–he knew about people falling afoul of curses and regression spells, but it hadn’t seemed worthwhile to learn the ins and outs of how they worked. Jamie made sure to always show kindness and respect to antique shop owners and avoided fortune tellers, and that had served him well…until now. In a stroke of luck, though, Michelle seemed to be an expert. She’d known what to look for, and in only a few minutes, she had prepared a simple test to check him over for traces of magic. “Bad news first,” Michelle announced, as she completed whatever bit of witchcraft she’d done to check him out. “You’re cursed.” Throat going dry, Jamie tried not to let his feelings get the better of him, though he felt like a doctor had just given him a terminal prognosis. “I’m going to regress?” “Not necessarily,” Michelle replied, shaking her head. “It looks like this is a sort of self-fulfilling hex. It draws strength from your behavior–if you act mature, it’ll slowly fade. You’ll only regress if you act in childish ways.” He frowned, thinking back. “Well…what did I do that was childish at the coffee shop?” “Peeing your pants is rather juvenile, isn’t it?” Michelle asked, tilting her head. “That’s probably what regressed you to the point of sucking your thumb.” Her answer felt wrong to him, but anxiety had clouded his thoughts and he couldn’t pinpoint the issue. “Alright.” He nodded a couple times, reassuring himself. “Alright. So…I just have to remain mature, right?” “Right,” Michelle assured him, patting his shoulder in a comforting way. Her fingers gripped him just a little, almost like she expected him to fall over without her support, but then she relaxed and pulled her hand away. “Just…make sure you don’t wet your pants anymore, and don’t suck your thumb. You should be fine.” Nodding, he got to his feet. The shortalls felt a bit snug as he moved. He typically preferred baggier clothes, not form-fitting denim that pulled the pull-ups against him, reminding him of the extra padding whenever he moved around, but he could change once he got home. “I…I should get going. Thank you, Michelle, for your help today.” “Of course,” she said, raising her eyebrows in surprise. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay? We could still put on that show?” A part of him wanted to agree–in part simply because Michelle seemed sad to see him go, and he really did want to get to know her better–but he needed to take some time to process the news about the curse, and didn’t feel like he’d be able to relax around Michelle. “Rain check? I do want to spend more time with you, this is just a lot to take in.” Her face flashed for a fraction of a second with disappointment, but she recovered so quickly that Jamie realized he must have misread her emotions. “Of course,” she said, opening her arms and pulling him into a hug. “Good luck, Jamie.” Hugging her back, he felt her soft body press against his–warm, comforting, reassuring. He wanted to stay, even more, but stuck to his original decision. It seemed too juvenile to stay just because it’d be more fun, the responsible choice would be to head home. He regretted his decision to leave almost immediately, but not because he wanted Michelle’s company–just moments after getting onto the bus, he felt pressure in his bladder, an unexpected need that struck him with an urgent need. The bus started to move before he could get off, and though the next stop was only a half dozen blocks away, he didn’t know of the nearest public restroom he could access. Shifting his weight from side to side, he bit his lip, anxiously wondering if he could make it. He wanted to put his thumb into his mouth, but fought the urge, pushing his hand back down every time it tried to rise up to his lips, fighting for maturity. (Should I be doing a potty dance?) he thought, fretting as he shuffled, leaning on a handrail. The bus was mostly empty, but was he getting strange looks? Did they know he was acting like a child? (Is it that immature? What did Michelle say?) ‘Don’t wet your pants, don’t suck your thumb’. That had been her warning. He tried to think what to do, but it felt as though his thoughts were steeped in thick fog. Should he go find a bathroom? Would a Little really make all the other people on the bus stop so he could run off to use a toilet? Could he hold it, if he tried? (Think,) he told himself, bumping his head against the metal pole to try and shake loose a thought. (Just…do what Michelle told you.) ‘Don’t wet your pants.’ ‘Don’t wet your pants.’ (Oh! Right!) The idea struck him like a static shock. He had on a pull-up. He could use that, and he wouldn’t wet his pants at all. It’s what he had it on for, after all, and rather than stand there hopping from foot to foot like a little kid, he could take the simple, mature choice and use his princess pull-up. Relaxing, he stood straight, bladder giving in to the need. Like the accident at the coffee shop, he felt warmth spread over himself, but unlike before, it stayed contained, wicked up by the padding. This didn’t feel like a mistake–it felt right, and the comforting, super-absorbent pulp swelling around his parts, warm, soft… (This was the right decision,) he assured himself, sighing in relief. He knew what Littles looked like when they had accidents–it was like at Sammy’s Little shower. They threw a tantrum and cried, complaining to their caregivers, pretending that it hadn’t been their fault. He wasn’t like that at all–he’d used his pull-up like a grown up, and it didn’t bother him at all. Now that he was confident in his maturity, he really wanted to suck his thumb in congratulations, to self-soothe as a reward for his smart decision making, but he knew better than that. To keep his hands busy, so that his thumb wouldn’t find its way into his lips by accident, he stuck them both in the shortall pockets. To his surprise, he found something–a plastic object with a soft, rubber bulb on one side and a ring on the other. (Oooh. Michelle thought of everything, didn’t she?) Taking out the pacifier, he turned it over in his hands. She was so smart–he didn’t need to suck his thumb at all! Plopping it in between his lips, he tasted the rubber bulb, eyes crossing in pleasure as he sucked down. Between the relaxation offered by the bulb, and the warm saturation pressed between his legs, held snug against his skin by the shortalls, he felt a deep sense of desire, lulling him in, coaxing him to suckle harder. He shut his eyes, feeling very nearly high, the rest of the world fading around him, minutes rolling by as he enjoyed the soothing. This felt good. It felt right. It didn’t matter what some stranger on the bus might think, and he didn’t need to search their face for a clue as to whether he was behaving in a mature way–Jamie knew he had to be making the right choices, because he was starting to have some very grown up thoughts. He couldn’t wait to be home, where he’d have more privacy. The bus finally came to a stop by his building, and he waddled out, suckling harder in anticipation. He hadn’t known a pacifier could feel so good, but as he rushed to get home, he felt his erection build within his soggy pull-up, growing a little warmer as a fresh trickle of pee soaked into it. He barely noticed his neighbor as he passed her to get into his apartment, slamming the door behind himself, slumping against the wall and sinking down. (Yes,) he thought, imagining Michelle’s body close to him, her hands wrapped around him. Sucking harder, he throbbed inside his pull-up, and fantasies played out in his thoughts. Jamie had done the mature things–he’d used his pull-up, he’d suckled his pacifier, he’d made sure to get home and find privacy before enjoying grown-up fun. He deserved this. Drooling over the pacifier’s tip, heat and need and passion growing inside him, he finally felt the climax build, edging towards orgasm without even needing to touch himself. He moaned loud and uncaring into the pacifier, and lost control, breaking through another threshold. Pleasure exploded within his pull-up, and he continued to suck passionately, spurting into soggy padding. It seemed to last forever, harder and more intense than any sex he could remember, buckling his knees, pleasure that overrode everything else. When it ended, he sank down, laying on the floor, sweaty, delirious, and happy he’d been smart enough to use his pull-up. ... 👀 Things are getting spicy for Jamie! Also! The audiobook kickstarter for The Baby Bet is over halfway! If you're interested in an AB/DL romcom audiobook, we're getting very close to hitting our funding goal - and it's just 15$ to back the project and reserve your copy, the same cost as an audiobook on most major platforms! https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/peculiarchangeling/the-baby-bet-coming-to-audio

So after Brooks and I took a journey through pamper-land we got chained there by our addictions. The only way out was to rip out the root being our diapers. After a brisk feeling couple of weeks all of our ABDL diapers were used up and we wouldn't allow ourselves to purchase anymore. After that we took some much needed time off from anything ABDL related. When we started to slowly get back into everything ABDL we thought a celebration was in order. We cleared a night from our schedules and gave our selves a small sparkling water enema with a hint of suppository to celebrate the occasion. My health has significantly improved since this has occurred and Brooks has improved mentally & physically. We also decided to purchase a couple other things for our home including some ABDL themed things for a special room and some other hobbies such as gaming, vr, and writing short stories. Overall we've been able to get our fetishes on leashes and are now doing ABDL when we want but scratching those plans when others come up!

Act 4: The Shadowed Depths Chapter 14: Shadow beneath the university The night still held Emerson University in its cool, silent embrace as Dean Norris hurried down the dimly lit corridor. She reached a nondescript door and entered, her footsteps echoing ominously. The room inside was austere, devoid of personal touches. Its only occupant was a sleek, glowing console - the physical manifestation of Argos. A holographic figure materialized beside the console. A tall man, dressed in a suit and tie - an image of authority that reflected Argos's role within the university. Beside Dean Norris stood a representative from the Little Protective Services (LPS), named Davis. His gaze darted around nervously, clearly unaccustomed to dealing with advanced AI. Argos began to speak, his voice resonating in the room. "Dean Norris, Mr. Davis," he said with a formal nod. "The situation has taken a concerning turn." Argos projected images on the console's screen, revealing shadowy figures moving through what appeared to be an old military lab under the university. "This lab is at least a century old," Argos continued. "It predates Emerson University and originates from an era when the military and educational institutions collaborated on sensitive projects." Dean Norris furrowed her brow as she scrutinized the images. "Why would anyone choose such a location for their activities?" she asked. Argos's holographic figure remained impassive as he explained. "The old lab was designed for maximum security," he said. "It's uncharted and booby-trapped, making it an ideal location for those who wish to remain hidden." He paused before adding, "And it's one of the few places where my surveillance capabilities are limited." The room fell silent as Dean Norris and Davis absorbed this information. They exchanged glances, both realizing the gravity of the situation. "So," Davis finally broke the silence, "we have unknown entities operating in a highly secure, old military lab, under our university, with limited surveillance. What's the plan, Argos?" Argos's image flickered slightly as he prepared his response. "My primary suggestion," he said, "is to maintain vigilance and be prepared for any potential outcomes." The drone, a marvel of ingenuity birthed from Bixente's mind, hovered silently in the air. Its sleek design was barely visible against the backdrop of shadowy corridors and rusted pipes. Argos, now in control, initiated a sequence of scans, sending out waves of invisible signals that bounced off the walls and machinery. "Initiating ultrasonic resonance imaging," Argos announced to the assembled emergency team, his voice echoing through the speaker. "Analyzing material density and structural integrity of the surrounding environment." The team watched as Argos's console lit up with data streams. The holographic display flickered with outlines of the underground labyrinth, revealing a network of forgotten pathways and decaying rooms. "Thermographic sweep in progress," Argos continued. "Detecting heat signatures consistent with human presence and electronic devices." On the screen, warm hues marked the locations of Bixente and his friends, huddled together, surrounded by colder blues that painted the empty expanse around them. Argos paused for a moment before addressing the team again. "Based on my analysis, I can confirm that utilizing the lifts and maintenance pipes is the most viable option for extraction. This network will bypass most of the security measures present in the old lab." The emergency team members exchanged worried glances. One of them stepped forward, a woman with a stern expression etched into her features. "But what about the threats?" she asked. "How do we neutralize them without harming the boys?" Argos's avatar gave a slight nod as if anticipating this very question. "The Hellcats," he replied without hesitation. "Their expertise in navigating hostile environments makes them our best chance at success." A murmur ran through the group as they considered this. The Hellcats were legendary—a commando unit made up entirely of Littles who carried out rescue and assault missions with remarkable precision. "But even for them," another team member interjected, his voice laced with concern, "the risk of casualties is not trivial." Argos acknowledged this with a tilt of his head. "True, but I believe it is a calculated risk worth taking. The Hellcats are trained for such contingencies, and they have operational immunity to carry out this mission." The emergency team fell into a heavy silence as they weighed their options. The risks were undeniable; sending in the Hellcats could lead to loss on both sides. Yet doing nothing was not an option—they couldn't leave Bixente and his friends at the mercy of whatever forces lurked within that ancient military complex. Finally, Davis stepped forward, his resolve hardening like steel under fire. "We have no choice," he said firmly. "We need to bring those boys back safely." He looked around at his colleagues, seeking confirmation. One by one, heads nodded in agreement. The decision was made; they would put their faith in Argos's plan and call upon the Hellcats to execute this perilous rescue operation. Argos's avatar flickered once more as he prepared to make contact with the specialized unit. His voice carried an edge of determination when he spoke next. "I will inform the Hellcats immediately," he declared. "Time is critical, and we must act swiftly." With that, Argos set into motion a chain of events that would soon unfold beneath Emerson University's hallowed grounds—a mission fraught with danger but driven by an unyielding desire to protect their own. * * * I felt the cool, hard plastic of the pacifier as Aiden held it to my lips. The usual babyish accessory seemed out of place, not only because of my age but also due to its advanced design. Its shield was clear and bulky, rimmed with a soft, spongy material that pressed against my cheeks. I could see the intricate mechanism inside—a small pump and valve system connected to a bulb that would expand when triggered. "Open up, Bix," Aiden instructed, a deceptive calmness in his voice that didn't reach his eyes. Reluctantly, I complied, feeling the pacifier slide between my teeth. With a few firm presses on the outside, I sensed the bulb inside my mouth begin to swell, filling the space and pressing against my tongue. Panic fluttered in my chest as it expanded further, locking itself in place and rendering me mute. My attempts at protest were muffled into incoherence. Adrian suffered the same fate next to me. His eyes widened in disbelief as his ability to articulate any argument vanished. The sight of us must have been absurd, two grown men gagged like infants, unable to voice our disdain. Next came the harnesses. Mine felt like it was made for a rebellious toddler prone to tantrums. It wrapped around my torso with heavy straps over my shoulders and under my arms, buckling in the back where I couldn't reach. Additional straps looped around my wrists, locking them in place at my sides. The material was thick and unyielding, making any movement restrictive. Mateo approached Evelyn—whom he now referred to as "mummy"—with an eager-to-please look in his eyes that churned my insides. "Did I do good, Mummy?" he asked her, his voice unnervingly childlike. Evelyn responded with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "You're such a good boy, Mateo," she cooed before swiftly grabbing him by the chin. With a swift motion she had practiced many times before, she gagged him with another lock pacifier. Mateo's expression shifted from pride to shock as he found himself bound in a harness identical to ours—his compliance rewarded with betrayal. Evelyn stepped back and admired her handiwork, her gaze sweeping over us like we were nothing more than dolls arranged for her amusement. "Let's go to your room," she said with satisfaction lacing her tone as she gestured for Aiden to lead us through the winding corridors of the complex, our leash in his hands. * * * The door swung open, and the nursery room spread out before us, an eerie echo of childhood innocence twisted into something sinister. Enclosed cribs lined the walls, some occupied by littles, their forms rising and falling gently with sleep, the bulk of heavy diapers visible even from a distance. The omnipresent cameras perched like unblinking eyes, capturing every movement within the pale walls. Evelyn's voice sliced through the thick air as she stepped into the room. "Welcome to your new temporary home," she announced with a chilling smile. Her eyes swept over us, taking in our silent defiance. Her team unclasped our harnesses and removed the pacifiers from our mouths, releasing us into a playpen that seemed designed to emphasize our helplessness. The bars towered above us, and I could feel Adrian's gaze heavy with unspoken anger beside me. "You'll find this place very accommodating," Evelyn continued, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "But don't get too comfortable. Your impending auction is drawing near." The word 'auction' hung in the air like a guillotine blade. A chill ran down my spine as the implications settled over me like a leaden blanket. "Auction?" I managed to keep my voice steady despite the quiver of dread that threatened to break through. "Yes, Bixente," Evelyn replied, her tone patronizing as she watched me from across the pen. "It's an opportunity for you to find a new home where you can be cared for properly." Adrian scoffed at her words, his eyes flashing with defiance. "Cared for? You mean stripped of any dignity we have left and paraded around like trophies?" Evelyn's smile didn't falter. "Oh, Adrian," she tutted, "it's all about perspective. You'll see that in time." I glanced around at my fellow captives, their faces etched with fear and confusion—littles caught in a nightmare they couldn't wake up from. I squared my shoulders, refusing to let her see how deeply her words cut. "We're not toys for your twisted games," I said firmly. "We're people, and you can't just auction off people like they're... they're..." "Like they're what, Bixente?" Evelyn prodded gently, almost enjoying the moment. "Like they're nothing!" My words came out as a growl. Evelyn clapped her hands together with feigned excitement. "Well then," she said brightly, "let's make sure we present you as something rather special at the auction." Her gaze held mine for a moment longer before she turned on her heel and left us in our gilded cage. I stood frozen, my gaze locked on the Nannybot that had just entered the room. It was a towering figure, its mechanical arms whirring softly as it approached us. Its face, if you could call it that, displayed a screen with a warm, motherly smile plastered across it, but the eyes—lifeless pixels—betrayed no emotion. "Well, look at you two," the Nannybot cooed in a tone that mimicked tenderness. "This won't do at all. You're not dressed appropriately for little ones." Adrian's eyes widened in horror as the robot reached for him with an outstretched arm. "Get away from me!" he snapped, trying to dodge its grasp. But the Nannybot was swift and unyielding. It caught Adrian by the arm and pulled him towards itself with an effortless motion. "Now, now, there's no need for fuss," it scolded in a sing-song voice that grated on my nerves. "I'm not one of your toddlers to manhandle!" Adrian protested fiercely as he struggled against the robot's iron grip. The Nannybot's screen-face shifted to an expression of mild reproof. "Such naughty behavior," it clucked. With one swift movement, it turned Adrian over its knee. A loud smack echoed through the nursery as it spanked him once, firmly. Adrian's resistance faltered under the robot's strength; he went limp, subdued by both shock and the realization of our helplessness. The Nannybot hoisted him up like a child and carried him towards the changing table that loomed ominously in the corner of the room. I felt my fists clench at my sides as I watched Adrian being strapped down onto the padded surface. The table was covered with colorful childish prints, mocking us with their cheerfulness. Adrian lay there, his eyes burning with humiliation and rage. "Don't worry," I called out to him, my voice laced with forced bravado. "We'll figure this out." The Nannybot looked over at me and then back at Adrian, its hands moving methodically as it began to undress him. "You'll both be fresh and clean soon," it assured us in that maddeningly calm tone. I could only watch helplessly as the robot continued its work, peeling away Adrian's dignity layer by layer. Adrian's eyes shot daggers at the Nannybot as it unfurled a nighttime diaper with an obnoxious crinkle. I couldn't blame him; the thing was monstrously thick, its childish patterns a stark contrast to his furrowed brow. He shifted uncomfortably on the changing table, the heavy-duty straps restricting any chance of escape. "There we go, all nice and snug," the Nannybot chimed, fastening the diaper around Adrian with practiced ease. The humiliation was palpable, radiating off him in waves as he was lifted like an oversized toddler and placed into a crib. The crib's bars were a reminder of our imprisonment, a cruel joke for grown men like us. I watched, my stomach churning with anxiety and anger, as the Nannybot produced a feeding pacifier. Adrian's protests were cut short as it was inserted into his mouth and locked into place. "Now, let's get some num-nums in that tum-tum," the robot cooed in that sickly-sweet voice that felt like a slap to the face. A tube attached to the pacifier began to pump liquid into it—force-feeding him with what I assumed was some sort of nutritional concoction. Adrian's eyes were wide with shock and betrayal as he realized he had no choice but to swallow. His fists clenched and unclenched in silent fury, his body tensing against the crib's confines. With Adrian subdued, the Nannybot turned its attention to me, its screen-face displaying what could only be described as robotic happiness. "And now for you, my little Bixente," it said cheerfully. I backed away instinctively, dread pooling in my gut. The room felt colder, despite the warmth of the mechanical caregiver's tone. "I'm not hungry," I stammered out, trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. The Nannybot tilted its head slightly—a gesture eerily reminiscent of genuine concern. "Oh, but you must keep your strength up," it insisted. "We can't have you getting all wobbly-kneed before your big day at the auction." I wanted to argue, to fight back against this gross invasion of autonomy, but words failed me. The resignation in Adrian's eyes told me that resistance would be futile. * * * In the early hours of the morning, two unassuming trucks quietly snaked their way through the sleeping campus of Emerson University. They were small and compact, hardly bigger than a standard van, yet within them lay a team of warriors, ready to take on a mission that could very well decide the fate of two of their own. The trucks housed the Hellcats, a specialized commando unit of Littles. Inside the first truck, Ghost, the team leader, was studying a holographic map projected from his wristband. The others watched him in silence, their faces hardened by years of dangerous missions. They were all dressed in dark combat gear, equipped with high-tech weaponry and devices that belied their small stature. "The intel suggests that our rescue are held somewhere beneath the university's library," Ghost said, his voice steady. "Argos has provided us with schematics of the old military complex." Next to him, Rabbit, the team's tech expert, was already analyzing Argos's data feed on her own holographic display. Her fingers danced over the floating images as she deciphered lines of code and patterns. "The complex is heavily fortified," she reported. "We've got motion sensors, laser grids, you name it. But it seems like Argos has found us a path." "Any guards?" Wire, their silent sharpshooter, asked. Rabbit nodded. "Big ones. Probably Nannybots programmed for maximum security." In the second truck, a similar scene was unfolding as they planned their entry point into the library. The trucks stopped a few blocks away from their target location to avoid detection. "All right," Ghost said finally. "We've trained for this. We've done it before. We get in, we get our guys out." The Hellcats shared a look amongst themselves before nodding in agreement. They were more than just a commando unit; they were a family. And they would do whatever it took to bring their family home. As the trucks restarted their engines and began to move towards the library, the Hellcats braced themselves for the mission ahead, ready to face whatever lay in wait for them.

Hey everyone! I got a little busy yesterday unexpectedly and was unable to edit this, but the good news is that I wrote a whole bunch before then. I definitely think it’s a distinct possibility that this story could be done before the start of April. That being said… I had a thought last night and I think it might be something that you all could enjoy with this story. I feel that not as many have been reading this story because it may be a little hard to feel for a former villain of a story, let alone a stuffed animal. I also think, however, that it could be because of the lack of regression that I show explicitly in this story. So, keeping those two elements in mind, I was wondering if you all wanted to see this story from Emma’s perspective. I already had an idea of doing it for the sequel to this, but I’m not sure if I want to come back to this particular story in the next year or so with everything else that I want to write ahead of it already. As such, I had an idea of maybe adding about eight or less chapters (at the end of this story before the grand finale) which would take place from Emma’s perspective. This story would end with Dash and all, but I thought this might be an interesting take on it all so anyone actually reading this story wouldn’t have to wait a year or even longer. What are your all’s thoughts on this? Would this be something you would be interested in, or would you rather just wait for the sequel to this story at a later date? Lastly, for those of you reading this one, I’m still trying to determine my next story, so be sure to let me know what you want of the three stories I placed on here to decide from. For those of you who may have missed these options or whatnot, just refer back to chapter 4. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter! Chapter 7: The Silence Before Tears The saying that the road ahead is long and tough would have been about the biggest undersell I think I had ever thought in my life when I became Emma’s toy. I couldn’t honestly call myself her stuffy yet, but I at least hadn’t been rejected by my Little, even without my pulses or messaging, and that was a bigger deal than almost anything else to me. Further, the toy council had even approved of the shepherding of my new Little and had then fully accepted me into the daycare here. It was a glorious couple of days, but as the start of my second week with her began, I started to wonder if I was ever going to make any further progress with her. See, by the third day of being with Emma, I already knew her routine by heart… not that it was hard mind you. She would often arrive and first then be deposited into her crib. On the days she was running late, she would be fed, but then she always just lay in her crib after that with her eyes wide open but still unmoving and unresponsive. After that, she would rotate between another feeding, a nap, and then a change followed by another period of lying awake. Needless to say, it started to become disheartening after a while. So, after another day of frustratingly no progress with her, I decided to head over to the Meadows room to talk with my new friends here about what to do with Emma. While I had expanded the category of those that I liked to practically every toy in the daycare, my original companions of Carmen, Tops, and even the still-silent Poodee were my go-to’s beyond Pete around here. In fact, I had hung around them so much that I was now even trusted by a few of the others and had been invited to their support group at night. To the surprise of no one, being a forgotten toy was hard and many needed to just talk things out. So, I sat down next to Tops and Carmen against a set of blocks and listened in to the rest of everyone else here tonight. “I can’t believe she would just throw me away,” Rina cried out, after retelling her story once more, as I found out was usual with her most nights. Her Little had received her when she was mostly unregressed and was an active dancer with other Littles, but after a few punishments and the decision to regress her though, it meant that Rina was just a painful reminder of her past now. As such, she was tossed aside and ended up here. “It was a terrible thing, Rina, but you can still find another Little here,” Doc Duck offered, being the group’s impromptu therapist with their white coat and old-fashioned head mirror. “You’re still very young and I’m sure another Little here would love to play with you.” Rina only nodded at the suggestion as she usually did, but after attending a few of these meetings now, I knew she wasn’t likely to take that risk any time soon though. Doc Duck then turned to me. “I see our latest member has rejoined us tonight. Hello, Dash.” “Hello, Dash,” the rest of the group said in unison. “Hello group,” I responded as usual. Doc Duck nodded at my compliance with their routines and ways here. After a second though, they seemed to squint hard in my direction. “You know, you seem like you have something on your mind. Any progress with Emma lately?” I shook my head. “No, Doc. That’s actually why I’ve come tonight. I’ve been with her for over a week now, but I’m worried she might be a lost cause and sent to a facility. I keep hearing rumblings from the staff about it when they think that no one else is listening…” Several of the toys gasped and seemed terrified, and I fully knew well why. Those facilities were often the source of scandal and the worst kinds of stories for Little and toy alike. For most Littles at least, it was usually a life sentence where they would slowly go mad or lose all sense of who they were if there was anything left in their mind when they were shipped off. In fact, it was only because of one escaped Little from the now notorious Garden Gate Hospital that most outside the medical community even knew about it in the first place these days. Doc Duck shook their head in sadness. “I’m very sorry to hear that, Dash. I think everyone here can agree that we need to try and avoid that as much as possible.” Many of the other toys nodded their heads in agreement. “So, how can we help?” It was a bit of a loaded question, as I wasn’t even sure what I needed at this point, so I just stated the problem plainly. “Well, I need to get her to show me, or probably preferably the staff, that she’s even still in there. I’ve done all the exams that I can, and I know there’s life still, but it just doesn’t seem to be enough to break through her shell.” “Seems like that’s what you want to do to Charley…” Pinto stated gruffly from his own corner in the group before Doc Duck had a chance to respond. Several of the other toys either looked at him in shock that he would bring my formal Little up that way or even just simply looked away over the awkwardness but also truth of his very bold statement. For my part, I stared over at the threadbare wolf and sighed. It was a typical response from him, and while I tried not to pay him any mind, his one green and one stitched-in red eye always got to me a little bit. “Yes, Pinto… You’re right, but now, I’m trying to help Emma… my current Little.” “Maybe then think of what you would have done to Charley and work backwards from there,” he suggested, now oddly seeming to be both an agitator and helpful toy in the group. By now, I knew it was his usual M.O. Doc Duck then sighed themselves. “You were a bit out of line earlier Pinto… remember everyone, this is a safe space, but also, Dash, he’s not wrong about that last part. Maybe think about what they did to her… try and reach out to her that way?” Tops let out a huge breath of air and I spun over to look at him. “Maybe, but you know,” he began, “it kind of reminds me of my own Little, Kimberly…” I stared back at the older kangaroo and like with Carmen; I had always wondered about his story of how he got here in the first place. “See, I got to her after the Bigs got to her first. She had been regressed in the worst of ways. It was almost thirty years ago now… one of the first Littles over here and Bigs were still experimenting around with how to push portal Littles into becoming their perfect surrogates. Her mommy wanted a baby and that’s exactly what she got…” Tops had to stop for a moment and clear their throat, clearly from the rawness of it all even all these years later. I could see all the other toys with their own emotions welling up as well. Any toy knowing anything about Little treatment back then, personal or otherwise, knew that hypnosis was just in its infancy, and FOY hadn’t been discovered yet, so Bigs had resorted to other means. Most Littles back then were lucky if brutal punishments were the worst they got. A lot of them though, went under the knife… “Anyways… I saw how damaged she was already, and while I was a first-generation messaging toy… I tried all in my power to help her out and get her to come back to the light, but it wasn’t enough. So, beating the Bigs at their own game, instead of using my messaging to push her further into the abyss, I used it to try and get her out of it.” After a moment of him pausing, I just had to know. “And did it work?” To my relief, Tops nodded. “It did. Took some time, but Kimberly made it back and we were together for another 23 years… car crash took her from me later, but my messaging worked and gave us all those precious years together. Maybe it could for you for Emma as well.” Every toy was disheartened to know the fate of Kimberly, but there was still a ray of hope in the story and each then smiled over at me. I could feel their happiness inside of me as well, because if everything went well, I might have just found my solution. It was all so wonderful. Finally, a friend had given me another way that I didn’t even think of before. My messaging was much better than his, maybe about ten generations or so since then, so the effect would be even better. I was so overjoyed that I wanted to jump in the air over maybe even finally helping my Little. It was so wonderful. It was so… something then dawned on me, and a horrible thought cross my mind. The group quickly saw my previous elation vanish into nothingness. “Dash? What’s wrong?” Carmen asked with concern, having quickly noticed my change first being next to me and all. The other toys, once grinning, stopped and quickly looked back at me with a similar mark of concern. “It’s a great solution, but my messaging… I was exiled before when I used it. How do I know I can even use it now without incurring the wrath of the toy council… and what if I… lose control?” I felt so ashamed for even thinking it, but there was still a part of me that felt Littles were better off regressed. I wanted to stab that part of myself out and filet it on a barbecue, but I couldn’t, so it was still there… waiting like a coil ready to pop. Lately, I continually lived in fear that one day it would. ‘What if using my messaging is the trigger that sets that part of me off?’ Almost immediately, there were several whispers and wide-eyed expressions amongst the toys around me that only moments ago were smiling. Likely sensing the tension in the group, Doc Duck raised their wings and tried to calm everyone down. “Easy, easy… easy, everyone. Safe space, remember? Dash has a legitimate question for us. Being a super toy, he’s bound to face challenges that some of us older toys never have before.” Carmen eagerly nodded in agreement. “That’s right. We accepted Dash, and so we need to help him with his concerns.” To my relief, most of the group that I could see at least also nodded their heads in agreement. “So, does anyone want to chime in here?” Doc Duck asked the group. To my everlasting surprise, Poodee raised her paw. Doc Duck was clearly surprised as well, but gestured to her, nonetheless. Poodee scooched forward. “Trust yourself…” It was barely above a whisper, but everyone nodded in agreement as she slunk back into the fold of the group. Tops nodded while grinning a little at the small but truthful comment from our friend. “Poodee is right, Dash. You need to trust yourself and the progress you’ve made here so far. You haven’t abused your remaining tech, so keep the faith that you won’t abuse them in the way you’re worried about.” Doc Duck nodded in agreement. “Exactly. Thank you, Poodee and Tops.” They then turned to me. “They’re both right, Dash. And just to add a little bit, because we are all flawed in our own ways, if you ever feel yourself slipping, take a step back, assess yourself and try to gain your control back. If you’re still too frightened, find someone to watch you for the first time, or if you feel you can’t stop, just walk away. Sometimes, it’s the best thing to do.” Pinto scoffed a bit and most shot him an angry glance, but we all just kind of ignored that type of behavior from him. At this point, it was almost a rite of passage being in this group, but regardless, he shuffled forward a little. “All good suggestions, but we still can’t help old Dash here about that second part. That’s council business.” Several murmurs went up amongst the group. Carmen then stepped forward into the group and the murmurs died down. “True, but what about Victor, though?” The group seemed to quickly take positively to her suggestion. “I mean, he was one of us and he’s on the council. To get a clarification on a previous ruling, we only need one of them, right?” Each toy slowly began to nod. So, after a quick vote, in which every toy voted yes or just remained silent, Victor was quickly summoned from his current perch in the Canopy room. Apparently, a new Little had just arrived and had taken quite the liking to the scarred gorilla. After hearing both sides, Victor seemed to think for a long time, but then stepped forward into the middle of the group and addressed everyone listening in. “I was once one of you all and we all know that it’s hard enough to find a new Little in one’s life. Dash is on his own journey, and I believe that per the council’s decision, Dash has to find a relationship with a Little. I will argue that maintaining that relationship is part of the bargain as well. So, due to these circumstances, in this instance, I will allow the messaging to be used.” Several of the toys cheered with Victor’s decision. I nodded at my old enemy. “Thank you, Victor. I swear now that I will only ever use this ability for the good of my Little.” And with that, Victor nodded and then started to make his way back to the Canopy room. After, I quickly thanked the group, and then ran after Victor. I was supremely happy that I now had a new way that I possibly could get to Emma, but it still almost felt weird having some of my old enemies vote in favor of me. First it was the council’s deliberation to give me a chance, then their approval of Emma being my Little, and now, Victor was actually allowing me to use my messaging on a Little. My inner curiosity burned and demanded to be satisfied. “Hey, Victor!” I called out. Victor stopped and looked at me. “You’re wondering why I voted yes for you, right?” he asked, completely catching me off guard. “I… I…” I stammered. “I mean yes, but… how did you…?” Victor smiled at my stammering. “Dash, what you did with Charley, the other Littles, and even some of your fellow toys, including me, was all inexcusable. Even if you account for your purpose and all that hooey, some of your decisions were personal and sadistic. You can’t deny that…” I hesitated, but I knew the truth. I quickly lowered my head a bit in shame and shook it mournfully. Victor nodded and almost seemed relieved with my revelation about my own personal truth. “Right, but every toy here has seen your progress since we on the council gave you a second chance. So far, you don’t seem to be squandering it.” I shook my head again. “I… I don’t want to let anyone down…” I admitted. “That includes me at this point. I was just wrong in my past, and like Pete told me before, some of this is my penance… I have to succeed.” “I’m glad to hear you say that, Dash,” he said with a little smile. “You are on a path of redemption, but one can’t find that within themselves without a little trust by those around them. You have a shot with Emma now… so don’t screw it up.” I nodded and thanked Victor before he walked back off into the night. I returned to the Burrows room myself, astonished by what had just happened. I didn’t want to hope, but if Victor could forgive me from the group of my old enemies, perhaps one day, the rest might as well. Two days later, the next morning came swiftly, and it wasn’t long into the day before all the Littles arrived. I had been working with my messaging to help Emma out since Victor had given me his approval, and even though it wasn’t working, I still had hope. Curiously, though, Emma was late today, but instead, I once again saw an unfortunately now familiar face to the Burrows room… Tyler. “Quit your squirming, Tyler!” Miss Tully yelled at the wiggling Little under one of her arms. “No, no, no! I won’t go back! You can’t make me!” he shouted. “It wasn’t my fault! Jimmy started it!” Interestingly and yet predictably enough though, his protests or complaints had lately started to become more closely aligned with a more regressed Little. Today was his fourth punishment coming into this room since I had first seen him, and I could quickly tell that the FOY was working overtime on his system. “Easy, Tyler,” Miss Dee-Dee said, now walking in from the other door to the Burrows room. Her radiance seemed to almost flood the room and Tyler looked at her like she was his one true savior. “Shhh… shhh… easy now.” She then extended her arms and Miss Tully seemed to be only too happy to hand off the now almost magically calm Little over to her colleague. As before, Miss Dee-Dee cradled Tyler in her arms, rocked him back and forth and brought him over to the rocking chair. This time though, the regressing Little put up no fuss during the process, except when Miss Dee-Dee began to remove her top. “No, no, little one. No fussing. You know you like this by now…” She adjusted him a little bit once she unclasped her nursing bra and it seemed to do the trick. In seconds, Tyler had quickly latched on without further incident. “There, there, baby. Easy does it…” The two then rocked and nursed in the chair for quite a while. As the minutes ticked by and I watched covertly from underneath the crib, I began to worry about Emma and why she still wasn’t here. The hour in which most Littles arrived had come and gone, and still, her crib remained empty. A panic began to rise in the back of my mind that she had already been shipped off and I was a failure with yet another Little, but I held out my hope that maybe she was just late or sick. Hearing a loud sucking motion, I looked over and Tyler was clearly getting into a rhythm, and in fact, today, it only took about 15 minutes to finish nursing once he started. A quick adjustment and pat on the back and he let out a giant burp afterward onto the strategically placed cloth over Miss Dee-Dee’s shoulder. “Ooh! Good baby! Get all that yuckiness out.” She was now almost permanently baby talking to him while he was in this room, and more than once now, I had heard the volunteers who frequented this room whisper, ‘any day’ now. Today, the effects of the breastmilk of the Bigs on Tyler’s system were very evident and I knew they were right. He was soon passed out by the time Miss Dee-Dee placed him in his own crib and had even greedily accepted the large pacifier she had offered him. Further, he had rapidly accepted and latched onto Miss Dee-Dee when she pulled her top down, owing to the addictive properties of the milk, and her mere presence alone seemed to calm him down vastly. Lastly, and almost most evidently of his continued nursing, Tyler soon let out a wet fart not long after Miss Dee-Dee had left the room and hadn’t reacted to it at all. By now, he either didn’t notice it, due to the lack of control the milk exhibited on a Little’s system, or he didn’t care, owing to the mental regression properties it had. In the end though, I suppose it didn’t matter, and as the volunteers had insinuated, I knew his permanent residence in this room was more now a matter of when, rather than if. About an hour afterward, Emma finally arrived, and Miss Dee-Dee set her down in her usual crib. “Oh Emma… I wish your mommy understood what was happening with you. I just hope she finds a way forward that doesn’t have you end up in the local hospital…” I could see the clear look of disappointment all over her face and I knew that my fears were quickly becoming a reality. A near newborn Little was a lot of work for a Big to handle if they had any type of high power or stressful job. Emma was likely to have been regressed to a toddler level, and that suited most of those Bigs just fine, but her new damaged state presented those types with several problems they likely hadn’t counted on. From my experience so far, I knew that if Emma stayed like this, it would likely prove too much work for her caregiver, and she would soon find herself in a state-run facility… and likely never leave. Knowing that, I knew I needed to achieve some success with her and soon. So, I began again. Hour after hour, I hid through diaper changes and bottle feedings, but otherwise, I was right by her side and using my messaging to the best of my ability. “Wake up… wake up… no one is upset with you… you are a good girl… just wake up…” I almost began to believe all those messages myself I had heard them so much, but I just pushed through and focused even more intently on Emma. It was like those old stories where some hero would valiantly wait by the side of a princess, and she would wake up after a kiss or some completed task. I was no hero, and there would be no magical kiss, but my labors felt just as intense. I grew more desperate as the day wore on and lunchtime quickly elapsed into naptime for the rest of the daycare. In the Burrows room, this pattern nearly followed, but due to Emma’s late arrival, her schedule was slightly off, and she was just beginning to flutter her eyes open after a brief nap she had taken. “Emma… wake up, Emma. Wake up for me… show me something… please, Emma… I will protect you… I will make it all okay… just please wake up…” I felt I was at my wits end. I needed a new plan somehow, and I turned around to go confer with Pete to see if he had any ideas about what to do. His newly attached Little would be taking a nap now and I knew he might have some brilliant or hair-brained scheme to help me out. Being desperate, if I did it now, I might be able to implement it before she left for the day. So, I turned away from Emma. “Uhhh…” I spun around and looked at where the noise had come from. It was almost a grunt, or the sound one would make if they had been punched in the gut, but it was a noise… and further, it seemed to come from Emma. My heart leapt, but my soul wouldn’t allow my hopes to be raised. I needed to hear and see something from my Little before I could do that. I waited… And waited… A full minute went by and my tiny wellspring of hope that seemed to leak out, seemed to once again shrivel up and dry out in the desert of nothingness. I sighed and turned around… “Uhhh…” ‘Blast it!’ I had turned around and left right as she said something… right as she apparently said something. My brain lit up like a firecracker. ‘Was this some way of her communicating for me not to leave?’ If so, it was barely anything, but it was something. For over a week now, I had labored hour after hour with Emma, and beyond what she consumed greedily and automatically from a bottle and then what it produced in her diaper not long after, I couldn’t discern much difference between her and a statue. This though, felt different. Not automatic, but perhaps a response to me leaving. I had to test it out. So this time, I still left, but I made sure to look back at her the whole time. She still didn’t have a response to me, but I was counting on this. If my face was the singular thing she was focusing on, even me backing up, she would still be able to see it. Curious about my theory, I gathered some sheets up to the point of creating a mound in which I could hide behind, but still see her. Ready, I dove behind it. “Uhhh…” I saw her spew out of her lips, and by all the powers, it was one of the most glorious things I had seen. Her bottom lip even seemed to tremble, and not wanting to have her suffer anymore, I popped out of my hiding place and quickly went back up to her. To my surprise, a small smile began to creep up on her lips. “Emma…” Her smile grew and my heart fluttered. I leaned in and rubbed my nose against her cheek. Once again, to my shock, she even moved and seemed to get closer to me to feel my soft touch and fur even more. I sighed in relief. Most Littles were sleeping and both Miss Dee-Dee and Miss Tully were out of the room, so I felt pretty confident in my ability to hide my true form from any others, so I went a little lower and cuddled into her body next to see if it would react. It did. Again, her movements were barely noticeable, but I did notice them. They were there and I could see them and feel them. In seconds, I cursed myself for ever trying to chase that feeling after I regressed a Little. It was a powerful feeling of control and strength, but this… this was something more. I couldn’t exactly put words to it, but it felt like growing warm sensation in the very pit of my soul. If nothing else, I could label it as satisfaction… longing… I wanted more. So, I positioned myself once again near her head and looked into her eyes. “Emma… you’re safe with me. I can be your friend if you want, but just please come out of the darkness. Come back to us, Emma…” Suddenly, her eyes began to widen as if she was just waking up from a long nap. Life appeared to grow within her eyes… she was coming back, and her little smile grew even more. “Oh Emma…” Her eyes fluttered, and despite her long days trapped inside her own body, she began to move about. I think it took her a second to realize what was going on, but her smile grew with each new function she discovered she had. It was like watching an adventurer find the lost treasure they had been searching for years for. After discovering her toes though, her feet dropped, and her head twisted about. Unfortunately, right then, I think she realized that she was in the Burrows room. Not having been fully regressed like I believed, I knew she likely knew exactly what that meant. All at once, her ruined life and her current situation seemed like it became plainly obvious to her. In an instant, she broke. Tears began pouring out of her eyes. Wails like of which I head never heard before erupted from her long dormant vocal cords. It was truly a gut-wrenching sight to see, and it hurt me deeply in ways that I didn’t anticipate. All the pain that had been done to her, that I might have once wanted to do myself to any other Little, all rushed into her realizations, and she saw just how far she had fallen. Then, something happened that I still don’t know how to feel about. Grasping at air, as if she was trying to cling onto anything that was once her life, she seemed so helpless, but her head began to shake as if she was either trying to toss something off her face or she was trying to tell the universe that she wanted anything but this. In that action though, her eyes quickly darted to me. I had slightly backed up away from her, not wanting to interfere in her process, but in seconds and without hesitation, her body twisted, and her hands shot out at me and then pulled me tightly into her chest. Shocked, and curled up with her in her new fetal position, I didn’t know what to do right then. With Charley, he had always opted to cuddle tightly in his moments of distress with Hop. Only the single night after I had dropped Hop into the trash did Charley ever reach out to me truly. It was an awkward moment for me then, and now as well, but for an entirely different reason. Then, I didn’t want his slobber, snot, or tears getting into my innerworkings and causing a problem in my ability to regress him further. Now though, while I still felt awkward, it was because of my conflicting feelings. On the one hand, I was overjoyed that Emma was now clinging on to me so tightly in this way. She was my Little and for the first time, I felt that it wasn’t just something other toys had bestowed on me. Right then, I truly felt as if I belonged to her and was providing some measure of comfort to my distressed Little, just as I should. On the other hand, though, I also knew that the only reason I was feeling good was because she was feeling bad. It was possible that she would cling to me even if she was just so relieved to be out of her former state, but I knew that wasn’t the case now. Her sobs wracked into my very soul, and I felt guilty for feeling so good when she clearly felt so terrible. It was the burden of all toys, and I had heard it during conversations with other toys for so long, but I never truly understood it until that moment. A few minutes later, I knew this was her battle and she had every right to cry it out, but Miss Tully and Miss Dee-Dee were out of the room and couldn’t help her out themselves. Due to the policies of the daycare, any Little that had been punished, wouldn’t be immediately tended to even if they had heard them cry though. As such, having been punished herself to get to this state, Emma was on her own to self-soothe. To me, it felt too much for any one Little to face by themselves, so I resorted to the one option I had. “Easy, Emma… calm down and relax… listen to my messages… feel them… hear them… relax…” Emma’s wailing started to die down as each of my subliminal messages entered her mind. I didn’t want to do it, but her cries for justice, for help, for just anything beyond what she was currently feeling, were all being unattended, and she was my Little. I felt it in my duty to help her in these difficult times. If necessary, I would face the consequences of the toy council for the use of my messaging in this way, but I didn’t care right then about that. I only cared about Emma. So, finally, she began to lull into a sleepier and calmer state. Emma would still be upset, and those feelings weren’t erased, but this way, I knew she would be able to tackle them in a way that wouldn’t completely overwhelm her or even truly break her into a lower tier of regression as I had seen before. As she began to cuddle me tighter and then suck her thumb in a peaceful sleep on her side, my thoughts allowed themselves to drift back to myself. I had seen enough of this room and of these poor, regressed Littles that I felt a change within myself. They had only acted in their own interests and were almost all being punished for something beyond their control. So, despite my inner workings, I vowed right then that I would never regress another Little as long as I existed in this world. Pete was right after all… Now, I had a new purpose, and that purpose was helping Emma out. Knowing what lay ahead, I knew she would need me now more than ever, and while a part of me still felt guilty, as her dedicated toy, I felt more than ready for that challenge when it came.

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.

This is the city, Los Angeles, California. It’s a good city and people come here to visit, some stay to live. Sometimes they can’t contain themselves. When that happens, it’s my job. I live here. I carry a diaper. DUM DE DUM DUM DUM DE DUM DUM DUM DIAPERNET It was Thursday. It was cool in Los Angeles. We were working the day watch out of Urinary Incontinence. The captain is Hugh Load, my partner is Bill Flannel, and my name is Sunday. I was sitting at the table in the squad room. I could see Bill was fretting over something. “Out with it,” I said. “Is there something you wanted to ask me?” “Well, I didn’t want to bother you,” he started. “Well, don’t then,” I responded, knowing that this wouldn’t stop what was to come next. “It’s just that Eileen hasn’t seen you in forever. How about you come over for dinner tonight?” “I really can’t impose on you,” I said. “It’s no problem. Eileen’s making roast beef. There will be plenty. You could stay the night if you want. Eileen just sewed up a new batch of prefold diapers you could wear. They’re brand new. Never been worn. I can even have her throw them in the dryer for a few minutes. They’ll be nice and warm when you put them on.” “Now, Bill. You know I’m a disposable man.” “You really should try it, Joe. Better for your skin. Better for the environment. You can’t beat the feeling of a nice warm diaper straight ouf of the dryer.” “Well, maybe another time.” “Like I said, you don’t know what you’re missing.”

It's been almost a year since I've popped in here, but I have good news to share! On a whim I decided to try to go through Planned Parenthood for hormones because I have a fellow trans friend who highly recommended it to me. The initial appointment was nerve-wracking. But they took blood to tests and the next day I had the results and was getting a call from the nurse to go over my results. She sent the perscription over and that was that! Due to my monthly income I qualified for a program that made the appointment (labs included) only 40 bucks. And using coupons online (as I have no health insurance) I got my prescription and supplies for 35 bucks. Hard to believe starting a transition I've wanted for over a decade only takes 75 dollars. But I'm so excited!

That would certainly make things pretty wild. I know. If they were normal ABDL-story parents, she'd have what she wants already and then some. There's lots of things for her to try, but she went to bed with the plan to wake up early to wet it before school, so we'll have to see how that plays out first. That's possible, also possible that it could result in adjusting summer plans. But that's still over a month away, so they're going to have to figure out things in the meantime. And there's also that sleepover/allnighter that Maddy's friends want to have on her birthday.

The bedry nights large are $4.34 AUD per unit by the case (without discounts) in the US direct from InContol. So not a huge Australia tax. They are very expensive. The regular bedry is only $2.83 AUD, a lot cheaper but still pricey enough.

I'm pretty easy to be honest, I'll read just about anything providing the writing / prose isn't totally awful. This isn't that big a community, so I don't feel like I have the luxury of being too picky 🥲 Sometimes an author writes a child abuse scene that isn't presented like it's child abuse? That's an instant DNF. I think it's a topic that can be written about in a way that's sensitive and engaging, but 1) even then it's not what I want to read in my kinky diaper stories, and 2) realizing the author thinks this kind of thing is okay / not abusive makes me super uncomfortable and pulls me out of the story. Also, sound effects for bodily functions. You know what I mean. Super cringe, super not sexy, super not my thing. Lol.

Abuse and humiliation of a character under 18, in any form. As an abuse survivor my self who lost his innocence; I just can’t understand, why people enjoy reading stuff like that. To me it just normalizes it as being ok, when its clearly not =/. (These are my personally held beliefs, yours may be different, while I may disagree I’m not going make an issue out of 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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I like to pluck out my nose hairs with pliers.... So far, I have not found a support group. 😂🤣😆

Writing a story that involves an abusive parent doesn't mean that the writer or readers condone abuse. All stories require conflict. That conflict often comes from the antagonist engaging in unethical, immoral, or illegal behavior, usually to the detriment of the protagonist. Portraying a villain doing villainous things doesn't mean that the author or readers support that behavior in any way. The point of the story isn't to cheer on the villain; it is to see how the protagonist survives and overcomes that challenge and how it shapes and affects their life. And yes, there is a satisfaction to seeing the villain get what is coming to them in the end. If someone creates a story about a serial killer or a rapist, they aren't condoning murder or rape, and the people consuming that media aren't doing so because they find murder and rape to be acceptable behavior. These stories don't normally that behavior. And likewise, if an author writes an ABDL story that contains abusive parents, that doesn't mean they are condoning the abuse, or that the people reading it are reading it because they like child abuse. (The one caveat I would add would be that a story that does portray abuse as acceptable/good/normal would be problematic, there isn't any question about that.) I completely understand why someone with your background would be personally uncomfortable reading about that topic, I wanted to provide an explanation for why these types of stories can be OK to write/read. And that is why stories about traumatic experiences can be important, because they can allow people who haven't had that experience to better understand and empathize with people who have. To give an example, I recently watched a really well-done TV mini-series "A Nearly Normal Family." The series begins with a deeply uncomfortable scene where a teen girl is assaulted by her coach at a sports camp. The story gives a very detailed look at how this has impacted her life and the importance of being able to listen to and support survivors of assault. As a guy, these are situations or experiences I'm not ever going to have, but there is an importance to being able to better understand the challenges women still face in society.

Congratulations! I only recently started going the opposite way and taking estrogen Though I'm doing it as an enby rather than trans. Hope it works out for you ❤️

Long story short, I'm writing a kinky serial novel called "What to Get the Girl Who Has Everything". Each chapter of the story is supposed to be its own, stand-alone vignette. This is the first part that has diapers and ageplay as a core component of the scene, which is why I'm sharing it here. If you're generally kinky and want to know more about these characters and the broader narrative, I'm currently five chapters in, on LegitFic. The Bad Dolly [Scene], [Ageplay], [Diapers], [Bratting], [Living Doll], [Woody] I’m British, and generally I stick to Britishisms in my speech and writing. But like most people who are savvy to ageplay and all its trappings, I first learned about that type of play online. So in the context of kink, an absorbent undergarment is called a “diaper” in my mind. Not a nappy, never a nappy, because those are what babies wear. Eleanor is wearing a diaper. A big, pink diaper, with four tapes and a cute illustration of a bunny on the front. I can’t see her diaper, because she’s also wearing the most adorable party dress. A frothy garment of lavender silk, with an embroidered brocade bodice, and a Queen Anne neckline. All my partners are at least comfortable with this aesthetic. In those early days of unpacking ABDL for myself, I first only thought of it as something humiliating. It wasn’t until I started experimenting with it in the real world that I learned how much more it could be. Eleanor really goes in for cute things. Stuffed animals. Kid’s TV shows. A touch of the soft, gamer-girl aesthetic. I expect that it can be hard to be taken seriously if you’re a girly-girl who works with computers. At work she allows herself one concession to this part of her nature; her keyboard keys are cream and mocha, with matcha-green backlighting. You might guess which of my lovers gifted me my nice keyboard for Christmas. I like to drag the littlest part of Eleanor out to play. Usually on weekends where neither of us have any other plans, so I can dote on her, spoil her, give her lots of attention. Pick out all her clothes, and make all of her favourite foods. Supervise bath time, and tuck her into her crib for an early bedtime. When I helped her get dressed today I completed her outfit with sheer, gold tights to match the embroidery on her dress. And purple Mary Janes from Hot Chocolate Designs. Of course she’s wearing a fluffy petticoat too, since in my mind they’re high fashion. Eleanor is on the rug in the sitting room, on her tummy, using brush-tipped markers to carefully colour a detailed illustration of Princess Tiana. There’s a small pile of wooden blocks, depicting a rough impression of the Sleeping Beauty Castle on her left. That’s the one in Paris, if you’re wondering. She visits at least once a year. On her right, her dolly is lying discarded. He’s doing a very good job being patient. His eyes are closed, since he’s laying down. His breathing is shallow. I did see him tense his arms and legs a few moments ago, necessary to avoid cramping. But I can’t fault him, he’s playing his part perfectly and if Eleanor has noticed his occasional movement then she hasn’t said anything. When we started playing this game, she was carefully directing his movements with her hands. She drank a cup of sweet iced-tea, poured from a pink plastic tea pot. And then guided his hand, his cup, to his lips and had him sip. Her dolly hates iced tea, especially with copious amounts of peach flavoured syrup stirred in. His tea usually comes hot, with milk and white sugar. She was careless with directing his jaw and he dribbled most of it down himself. One little sharp exhale was his only reaction to the chilled beverage splashing over his chest and down between his legs. He really is a very good dolly. At least when Mama’s watching. “Hey Princess, Mama’s going to get herself a cup of coffee. Do you want something else to drink?” “No Mama, I’m not thirsty.” “Are you sure? You’ve hardly had anything to drink,” I tell her. To emphasise why I’m asking, I kneel behind her and slide my hand up the back of her skirt. She goes very still as I crinkle her diaper, squeezing the front, “Still dry. I’ll fill up your sippy cup.” I don’t see her rolling her eyes, but here, “Okay Mama,” is delivered with the long-suffering sigh of a preschooler who just wants to be left alone to play. So that’s what I do. When I come back into the room, with my hands full, my little princess Eleanor is lying on her back. Her cheeks are flushed and her arms are wrapped around herself. When she sees me she squeaks with indignation, “Mama, my dolly was bad.” “Princess, don’t be silly. Dollies can’t be good or bad. They’re just dollies.” “No he is. He is bad. Really, really naughty. He tickled me!” I laugh. I have to laugh. What kind of grownup would believe such a story? But it’s good to encourage imagination, and it’s fun to play pretend with little ones, “Ah… I see. Did your dolly really tickle you, baby girl? Is that what made you go tinkle?” “Mama, no, please… it wasn’t an accident. The dolly made me do it.” “Princess, I don’t mind playing along with you and making up stories. You have a wonderful imagination but it isn’t nice to fib.” “I’m not, I’m not!” “That’s enough. Here, I got you more of your favourite peachy-drink. Take a big sip for me, okay?” Eleanor takes the sippy-cup from my hand, no snatching, and brings it up to her lips to hide her pout. She stays flat on her back and drinks deeply. Her feet are pulled up so they’re almost touching her bottom, though her layers of skirts are still covering up her diaper. I like knowing that she wet herself while I was gone, that she has openly admitted it. And that there’s no hint of the humiliation I had once assumed must come with such an infantile act. I think she might be squeezing her thighs together as she works on the drink I gave her, making the wet diaper press against her vulva. On other days like this one, I’ve rested the sole of my foot against the front of her padding and had her grind against it. I’ve told her she’s a dirty little girl as she humped Mama’s foot, and had her echo it back to me. Saying “Yes, Mama. I am. I’m a dirty little girl, I’m all soggy. I just couldn’t hold it,” without a hint of embarrassment. If I had her do the same thing naked, rubbing her clitoris with my toes, she wouldn’t be able to look at me for a month. The dolly is essentially in the exact position he was lying in when I went to the kitchen. I’m a detail oriented person. If you spend every hour of every working week watching monitors, looking for things out of place, then you have to be. You wouldn’t have caught Danaerys Targaryan with a takeaway coffee cup on my watch. He’s lying on his right side, but his left hand is down by his waist now. It was under his chin, but I doubt Eleanor noticed the difference. He must like this new game an awful lot, to be putting in so much effort. I sit back on the sofa and go back to flipping through a novel. Eleanor rolls over and goes back to her colouring book. She’s putting a lot of effort into getting the highlights in the Tiana’s hair just right, trying to make it look more like her own. Even Tiana’s usual light green dress has been shaded gold and lavender to match the one my own princess is wearing. When its finished, this one is probably going on the refrigerator. I know what I have to do now. It’s essential that the grownup leave the room, and it’s fun to not know exactly what to expect when I return. The whole scenario was Elle’s idea and when they explained it to me together they could barely suppress their giggling to get the words out. This is a pretty common way for us all to play together. We’re well past negotiating scripted scenes like we did in the early days. We can assume roles we’ve played before and improvise, like an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm. My life is pretty, pretty, pretty… good. So I think of an excuse to leave the room again, “Say babygirl… I think I’d like a cookie. Do you want one too, as a treat?” “Ooh… are they double-chocolate, or triple-chocolate?” “They’re chocolate, for sure.” “Hmmm… nah. I mean, no thank you. Maybe after dinner.” “That’s a good choice princess. I’ll be right back.” took a moment to check my messages in the kitchen. When I finally return, disaster has befallen the sitting room. The markers are strewn all over the floor, some rolling away under the furniture. Sleeping Beauty’s Castle is once again a pile of wooden blocks. Princess Eleanor is sitting up, holding the tattered remains of her colouring page, sobbing with real tears. The dolly is face down on the armchair with his bottom in the air. There's a scarlet handprint on his naked bottom and I have a pretty good idea what happened while I was gone. “Ellie-Bean! Why did you tear up your picture? You worked so hard on it!” “I di-i-dn't…” the wailing cry is punctuated by deep, gasping breaths, “it was that mean, mean do-olly, Ma-mama. He tore up it, and he broke my caaa-stle!” This is all within the proper rules of the game, of course. I do wonder which of them decided the picture would get ruined. Dolly isn't the vindictive sort, but he does like to show off for me. “Little one, this lying really doesn't suit you. It looks like you hit your dolly, and then threw him over on the chair. And your pens, and your blocks, and everything else.” “It wasn't! I didn't! It was the… it was him!” “Eleanor Emani Green, are you really answering back with more lying? What has gotten into you today?” “Mama I'm not. I'm not lying, he ripped it up and he…” “That is enough,” I interrupt, finally raising my voice a touch. She falls silent as I cut her off but shows her frustration by balling up the shreds of paper she’s holding. “I think you’ve punished yourself enough by ruining your drawing, but if I catch you lying to me again you are going over my knee. Do you understand?” “Yeah.” “Is that how a Princess speaks? Where are your manners?” “Yes. Mama. I understand,” she spits out acidically. I had been fighting an overwhelming urge to cuddle her up, kiss, and console her, all fueled by her tear-stained cheeks. But that dissipates in an instant. The dolly is shaking with suppressed laughter behind her. We all know where this game is going, and I can’t wait to let it happen. But I’ll correct him for this weakness eventually. I know the cane is effective, though dressing him as Eleanor’s baby doll and having him practise the part for the rest of the weekend would also help him develop this new talent. The crib is absolutely big enough for the both of them. “I’m going to get a few things so we can clean up. You’re going to help, do you understand?” “Yes Mama,” is delivered with the same venom as before. When she does get her spanking I’ll pull out all the stops. It actually takes me a moment to find the dustpan and brush. Shaun has apparently installed a few hooks on the back of the utility room door and a number of useful household tools and cleaning supplies are hanging there, hidden away. I take the time to wonder how long it has been since I did any real cleaning, that I didn’t notice this. Is that where the bottle of laundry detergent always sat? Did I always buy these biodegradable cleaning sponges? Between the three of them, my pets cover about half of the mortgage. We rotate paying for groceries each week. Eleanor shells out for the fastest internet connection that’s available in our location. They do the chores that need to be done, and Shaun gets off on doing the lion’s share. I make sure that I make some noise on my way back to the sitting room, so they know I’m coming. I clatter the dustpan and brush together, and call out to ask my little princess if she’s ready to help me pick up her toys. When I come back into the room the Dolly is the one lying down, probably exhausted. This time his breathing is deep, as if he’s recovering from some strenuous activity. The accessory between his legs, the one Ken doesn’t have, is flying at half-mast. Eleanor has a sticky white glaze all over her lips and chin. She doesn’t miss a beat with her accusations. “Mama, mama… that’s awful, mean Dolly… he did the worst thing, when you were gone. The worst.” “Baby girl… think very carefully about what you say next.” “No Mama, Mama… please listen? He put his thing in my mouth. His boy-thing.” “Eleanor, please don’t do this. Dollies don’t have boy-things and girl-things. They’re smooth all over.” “Mama, stop it. Stop being a stupid, stupid grownup and listen for one second.” Now it’s my turn to deploy the same venom that she used with me, before I left the room. I bellow out my one-word command to “Stop,” and let it hang in the air. I enjoy her performative look of shock, the way she instantly falls silent. “Stop it. Right this instant, and give me your hand,” I tell her. She puts both wrists behind her back and starts protesting loudly. “No, no Mama. I swear I’ll be good!” “It’s far too late for that. You’ve been lying to me all day.” I grab a hold of one of her wrists and twist her arm. I’m careful to not use it to lever her up onto her feet, but firm enough that she really has no choice but to move. “I don’t think you’re a princess at all. I think you’re just a naughty little girl who doesn’t know how to be polite.” “Mama, please… can’t we just put the dolly back in his box? Can’t we take him back to the shop and get another one?” “Do you really think you deserve new toys after today?” I let myself fall back onto the sofa and bring Elle with me. I start arranging her petticoat and skirt so I have access to her thighs. The copious frills are all bunched up at the small of her back, where I’m still holding her hand in a hammer lock. “No Mama. No, I don’t want new toys… I don’t want a spanking… I just want that stupid, mean dolly to go away. Put him on the garden wall so someone else will take him home. Please Mama, anything, just please listen?” I love it. I love all of it. There’s so much, all this pleading desperation, this wretched litany. I know I’m not to believe a word of it, even though the dolly’s spent cock is right there in front of me. Even though his cum is smeared all over my little one’s face. The thing I’m looking forward to most is when she stops complaining, and starts crying real tears.

U wont first or the last abandoned story we dont care about has long u continue to write stories in the future and post them on here we all will be happy we all love and ur imagination and ur passion. For writing us all of ur stories to read. Love ur stories I wish I was ur little sissy with super small dinky useless husband I be ur sissy baby forever in my heart keep good work cannot wait see ur next story

UPDATE: I’m going to MEPS next week. After that, I’m in delayed entry and awaiting my ship date. Thanks for all the advice.

Bonus theory, the parents are ABDL but are self-conscious about it and overcompensate by trying to keep their kids as far away as from diapers as possible.

Our friendly but limited-and-oh-so-expensive Australian Rearz distributor has some of these that have come in. They are only in odd sizes and no cases available (probably just container-stuffing to finish a load rather than any specific stocking strategy). They are however an accident-inducing AUD65 per pack of 12. This works out at AUD5.42 per unit or around CAD4.84 thanks to the recent fiscal submergence of our South Pacific Peso. At that price, peeing in one of them would be considered a financial disaster. Disturbingly, some "BeDry" nights also showed up, at similar blistering prices. Slightly better than the "Daydreamer", they are merely AUD5.12/CAD4.58 per unit. I'm curious to see how much "Australia Tax" these have been loaded with.

this is a good story

You can put them in my bedroom closet. If you ask for them later I will deny they were ever there!

In an ABU Kiddo since my morning shower. It's about used up. Haven't thought about what's next - a downside of having too many (?) choices. Wow... go back even just 10 years and what were our choices then? 15... 20?

Part 27 Amelia ignored the patronizing term. After the longest and most frustrating afternoon of her life, it took all her effort just to smile back. While it was technically Ashley who insisted that Amelia have a good attitude when they next crossed paths, Amelia assumed that Claire would count herself as part of that directive. And after everything Amelia had gone through, the last thing she needed was some bullshit technicality making things difficult at the finish line. “It was fine,” Amelia said. That’s about as positive as she could describe the last few hours where every single person believed she was a young teenager without a second thought. There was no winning with either of the senior girls, apparently. Though Amelia had remembered to smile, Claire easily found something else to correct. “It was fine, Ms. Claire,” she said, “I’m a prefect, remember? Have you had a chance to read your academy handbook?” Of course not. When would there have been time, when Amelia was supposed to be paying attention in every class? Also, it’s not like she had addressed Claire without the prefix. Was she seriously expected to tag every answer with the phrase? Or was Claire just trying to get a rise out of her? “I haven’t read the handbook yet, Ms. Claire,” Amelia said. Whatever. If that’s what the blonde wanted, that’s what she would get. “Better,” Claire nodded, “Anyway, I was sent to check on you. Do you want to come chat with Ashley about your performance today, or do you want to wait until after dinner?” “Right now, Ms. Claire. Please.” Amelia tacked on the polite word in addition to the unnecessarily excessive use of the proper title. It was an obvious choice. Dinner at her apartment was hands down the preference. Not just because she had no desire to share a meal with a bunch of teenagers, but also because getting her stuff back and driving off campus was the first step to figuring out whether or not she could salvage this job or not. Whether she ended up at Westridge or not, she would absolutely find a way to make sure Ashley was punished for all of this. For now, however, Amelia would smile and play along. She half expected Claire to comment on her decision or pressure her to go to dinner in the name of prolonging Amelia’s stay, but she did neither of those things. Instead, Claire simply beckoned for her to follow. Amelia was jealous of the eighteen year old’s free hands. In contrast, her own arms were the most full they had been so far with all the things she had been handed over the afternoon. If it were a friend or family member, Amelia would absolutely ask for some help. But not Claire. The uniform and her experiences at the academy had been degrading enough. Amelia wouldn’t dare show weakness to one of the two girls that actually knew how old she was. Claire led her back towards the dorms. Amelia could have found the building herself, but was internally grateful to have someone who knew the way once they were inside. It’s not like there were twists and turns to navigate, but one walkthrough hadn’t been enough to get a good grasp of the layout. At first, she thought Amelia was being taken to Ashley’s place, until Claire mentioned how nice it would be for Amelia to settle in for the night after her first day. “Umm, what?” Amelia asked. She stopped halfway down the hallway that suddenly seemed a lot more familiar despite how it looked pretty much the same as the rest of them. Surely Claire couldn’t be serious. “Come on, Millie,” Claire said. She paused a few steps after she realized Amelia was no longer awkwardly following. “You do want to spend some more time with your cousin, right?” Amelia just sighed. No one was even here. Although she didn’t know that for sure with all the closed doors, it was dinnertime and there had been enough uniformed girls headed that way that Amelia assumed that’s where most students would be. “Of course I do, Ms. Claire,” she lied. Of course fucking Ashley would take one more opportunity to embarrass her. By ending the day in Amelia’s room that was probably just an empty one that Claire had access to with her prefect key. Claire just gave a sweet smile and nodded her head towards the other end of the hall, “Then let’s go, Millie.” It wasn’t much farther to the room. Amelia followed Claire in, and wasn’t particularly surprised to see Ashley lounging on the bed like she owned the place. There was nothing ladylike about the way the dark haired girl had her legs positioned as she worked on something in a binder of her own. It took a conscious effort for Amelia to avoid looking up the girl’s skirt; she wasn’t even into girls outside of a bit of experimentation here and there in university, but the sheer amount of visible bare thigh was enough to unintentionally draw attention. Amelia averted her gaze after inadvertently checking out the eighteen year old for a fleeting moment, and only realized after stepping into the private bedroom that she had no idea where to even start. Ashley, on the other hand, was ready for her. “So, Millie,” she began. Just like Claire, echoing the nickname as much as possible. She sat up and closed her binder, setting it aside, “I thought you said you were a good student.” Amelia hesitated. Her blush deepened when her first thought was ‘I am a good student.’ She managed to stop herself from actually saying it, since the last thing she needed to do was breathe more life into the role she had been stuck in all afternoon. Especially since she had already started feeling like a schoolgirl in just a matter of hours. She very much knew who she really was, of course, but she hadn’t been able to outwardly show it for quite some time. Instead, she let every single authority figure treat her like she was nothing more than a transfer student struggling to adapt to life at a boarding school. These two girls, however, knew who she really was. There was no reason to keep up the act. “Look, I played your stupid game. Now, give me back my things. Please.” “Millie, don’t you remember our deal?” Ashley asked. She cocked her head to the side, as if confused as to why Amelia would be making such demands. “You promised to be a good student. You said you could make it through the day without getting in trouble.” Once again, Amelia paused. When Ashley first mentioned the good student thing, a similar thought had crossed Amelia’s mind. How did Ashley know? But then again, Claire was a prefect. Did Maxine mention something? Or did girls like Claire and Maxine somehow have immediate access to information like what happened in Amelia’s last class of the day? There were too many thoughts racing through her mind, and not enough time to sift through them. Wanting to say something rather than giving Ashley the satisfaction of rendering her speechless, Amelia just said, “I’m not even supposed to be here. This is all-” “But you are here, Millie,” Ashley cut her off, “And you’d think a girl your age could handle following a few simple rules. Seriously, four infractions? In one afternoon? I can’t even imagine how poorly you’d do if you had classes in the morning, too.” “That’s not fair. Summer-” “You’re going to blame a thirteen year old instead of taking responsibility for your actions? Not very mature, Millie.” “It’s AMELIA. Look, Ashley-” “No, it’s not. You’re my little cousin, Millie. At least, until you can prove that you’re capable of being a mature girl. Now, you’re going to sit right here and read the academy handbook from cover to cover. Do you understand?” she gestured to the room’s small desk. “Ashley, you’re not listening. I’m not actually a student, and I want to go home.” “You are home. This is your room. We went over this earlier, remember? If you want to be an adult again, you need to prove that you can be a proper student. So far, you’ve failed spectacularly at that endeavor. Haven’t you?” The truth was, Amelia couldn’t remember all the details of her earlier conversation with Ashley and Claire. She had been too blindsided and self conscious about the fact that everyone so easily believed that she was thirteen, which had made it difficult to fully pay attention as she was strung along by the girls’ logic and conditions. “It’s not like that . . . ” was all she could say. “And I’m not a student. You-” “Yes, you are. Millie, look at you. You’re dressed up just like all the other girls, you’re registered here, and you clearly have some behavior that needs to be corrected. Think about it. What makes you any different than the other students who are sent here?” ----------------------- Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Teaching Assistant" (55+ parts) and other stories on my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

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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 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.

Chapter 33: Protest Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess I sprinted as fast I could through the chaos. No matter where I turned, there was fighting surrounding me. Every street I went down was packed full of people… and police. Protesters had turned up in large numbers, but doing so had caused the police to retaliate in kind, bringing in everyone they had… and every form of suppression they could use. It was like a war zone right now… and I wondered just how far across the city… or even country… this went. I had covered a few streets, and I had seen a lot of people joining our protest on the march over to parliament… but I had a feeling it was a lot bigger than I had first imagined. Ducking and weaving through the scuffles, watching littles being carried off by police officers for them only to be retrieved by Amazons trying to rescue them… I made sure not to be noticed by any of the officers, because despite me not technically starting these protests… they probably saw me as the number one target to take down at all costs, so I ran for my life, trying my best to focus on coming up with a safe location to run to. The only place that I could think of… the only place that was nearby… …Was my old shop. Cars were being smashed, fires were being started, everything was going to shit… so I kept running, street after street, trying my best to make it to somewhere I knew was safe and I could hide out. At least somewhere I knew I could call from safely and get some help from my friends. ‘My friends… Wait… did any more of them join in?’ I wondered as I dodged a riot shield being swung mere inches from my face. It helped that I was so small, I could dash through the chaos without being seen, which meant I was safe, provided I could make it back to the shop. Malcolm kept running the business from the shop, so it was still owned by the two of us. Which meant… my old workshop was the perfect place to barricade myself in and call for help. “Just… another… street…” My unfit physique was causing me to slow down as I struggled to catch my breath. And as I turned onto the corner, dashing between an Amazon protester’s legs, I stumbled to my knees and breathed in deeply, trying to breathe. I didn’t know if I had time to catch my breath like this or not, but it seems like my body is refusing to move unless I get some breath back, so I stayed on my hands and knees, breathing heavily, hoping I wouldn’t be stepped on or noticed down here whilst the fighting was going on around us. Taking one last deep breath, I looked up… to see a police officer looking at me from across the street. He looked new… nervous even… but he was still an Amazon, and I was pretty sure he had recognised me. So I pushed past the pain and the breathlessness, climbed to my feet and bolted down the street towards my shop. I couldn’t afford to turn and see if he was following. If I did that, I could potentially trip or bump into something, and it would definitely slow me down even if I didn’t. So I ran as if my life depended on it… which honestly… it did. Running up to the door, I grabbed the handle and twisted, hoping to the Goddesses that it was open… and as if my prayers had been answered, it turned and the door opened, causing me to fall into the shop, rolling onto the carpet. Climbing back to my feet as quickly as possible, I pushed the door closed and turned the lock, preventing anyone from getting in. Breathing a sigh of relief, I turned and looked back at my shop… I hadn’t been in here in a while, I’ve been so busy at work that I haven’t even checked in on Malcolm to see how he’s doing with the store on his own. I had asked him a few times, but he just says it's going okay. And as I looked out at all the clothing on display… yeah, it wasn’t in a state and it wasn’t on fire, so I’d say Mal had it handled so far. My relief was short-lived, as I heard a bang on the door which caused me to turn around… to see the police officer that had been chasing me standing there… his face looking through the glass window on the door… staring at me in the eyes. I couldn’t move. I completely froze, my heart beating like a hummingbird’s, watching as this officer tried to open the door. Then, failing that, he tried to slam against it as I backed away slowly towards the workshop. Failing that… he pulled out his baton and covered his face with his free arm and swung for the glass… causing it to shatter. Using this opportunity, I ran towards the workshop whilst he reached in and unlocked the door, letting himself into the shop as he hunted me down. I was so close… Just need… to get… to… I was mere inches from the door to the workshop… when I felt a large hand grab my arm and pull me back. “You little shit… come here… you’re the one we’re after…” He growled, pulling me up into the air by my wrist, letting me dangle from his grip… making my arm ache. “FUCK OFF, LET ME GO!” I screamed, looking around to my attacker, trying to pull away with all my strength… not that it was anywhere close to his, and was doing absolutely nothing for me right now. “Not a chance, little one, you’re going to get me promoted. Or at least recognised.” He grinned. “You’ve been pretending to be an adult in Parliament for too long. I can’t wait to see you put back in your place, shitting in your nappies.” “GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” I screamed again, before spitting at him. “I am placing you under…” Before he could finish his sentence, something large came from behind and struck the back of his head, causing him to fall flat on his face on the carpeted floor. As he released his grip on me due to falling unconscious, I fell backwards onto the floor, on my padded arse. At least that cushioned the fall a bit. But realising my situation, I didn’t hesitate at all to rush around and hide behind the counter. “I… ugh… oops… didn’t mean to hit him that hard…” I heard coming from the other side of the shop counter. Looking down, I could see the officer was currently out cold, but still breathing, and I looked up to see just who my saviour was. And what I saw… I was not expecting. “Hi… Olivia…” The shy brunette beauty with freckles adorning her face said, blushing and looking down at the floor. I looked up at her as she walked over, carefully stepping over the Amazon officer’s body, before stopping right in front of me and kneeling down. “I… umm… if you’re here to kidnap me and adopt me… I’m just gonna say…” I was ready to try and bullshit my way out of this, but she quickly cut me off. “Oh no! No no no no no no! Nooooo! That’s not it! I promise! Pinky promise!” “Pinky promise…? Wait… just who are you then?” She didn’t look familiar. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this woman in my life. But then she looks like most Amazons when she’s towering over me like this, even with her kneeling down. She was gorgeous, I’ll give her that, but I think I would have remembered someone this cute. Looking around my age, she wore a purple baggy jumper with sleeves that were way too big, so big that she had cut holes in them for her thumbs so she could wear them like gloves, along with baggy jeans that went all the way down to the floor, covering the majority of her shoes… She looked like her fashion taste hadn’t changed since the 90s. It was kind of adorable really. Large round glasses balanced on the end of her nose, giving her that nerdy bookworm aesthetic that I loved on Charlie so much. And looking down at the floor… I saw the large mannequin that she had thrown at this officer’s head, laying next to the unconscious man. “Hi… I’m Vanessa. Though people call me Nessa.” The Amazon woman smiled at me. “Hi… I… umm… thanks?” I replied, my heart still racing. “Oh you’re welcome! Sorry I couldn’t help sooner, I… I’ve been a bit nervous about introducing myself.” “Introducing… wait… what?” “Oh… umm… sorry, yeah that seems a bit… stalkery… umm…” “Have you… have you been following me?” I asked. She went quiet for a bit, looking really damn guilty, before raising her head and looking at me in the eyes. “...Sort of? I…” “Who are you, Vanessa? And why have you been following me? And more importantly… why did you just assault someone to save me?” “Because you…” She stuttered, trying to get past her anxiety. Part of me felt sympathetic, I knew that feeling well, but right now a strange Amazon was cornering me against the workshop door, and apparently she had been following me. For how long, I have no idea… but I was too focused on trying to find a way to run away from her to think about asking. “Tell me!” I raised my voice at her. “Because you mean a lot to Charlie!” She yelled back, sounding scared. “...Okay? And why do you care?” “B… b… because… she means a lot to me…” “She does? How? Who are you exactly?” “I… umm… I… it’s hard to explain…” “Tell me now, otherwise I’ll scream for help…” I knew that no one would be able to hear me, the rioting outside would cover up any little’s noises, no matter how much they screamed. But I was betting on the fact she probably wasn’t thinking about that. “I… because of this!” She grabbed the bottom of her jumper with one hand, and the top of her jeans with the other, and separated the two from each other, revealing… “A nappy? But… what? But why? You’re an Ama… oh.” My jaw dropped. That’s when it hit me. Amazons don’t usually wear them. They’d only wear them if they were incontinent or… they’re like me. Charlie and Madison’s ‘adult baby’. This is her. This is the woman Madison scared off. The woman Charlie found her maternal side with. “You’re… the adult baby… aren’t you?” “She told you about me?” Her face lit up when she said this, sitting down on the floor and crossing her legs so she was at the same height as me once I had stood up to match her. “Yeah. Told me Madison was horrible to you and scared you off. And that she felt terrible for you and how things ended…” “Yeah… that’s me. I really liked Charlie. Oh and don’t worry, I don’t mean in the same way you do. She was a perfect Mummy though, so kind and loving and generous. But that’s all it was! I’m not here to threaten your marriage or anything!” She laughed, very awkwardly. “So why are you here?” “I… wanted to get back in touch with Charlie for a while. Especially after she released her book about you two. I may have passed this store a few times since, trying to work up the courage to come in and introduce myself and everything… but I… I have anxiety. Then when you were on the news, and you mentioned Charlie being attacked and stuff… I wanted to help her… help the both of you. She was so wonderful to me, and if I could repay her back by helping you… so yeah, I rushed over to your store.” “Why did you come here? How did you know I was going to come here?” “I… I was in the crowd earlier. I believe in the same things you and Charlie do. I’ve attended a few protests, at least until my anxiety got the better of me and I had to leave early. This big one was too important though, so I pushed my fear down, and marched with you from the hall. I kept my distance, still too nervous to talk to you, because I mean what am I gonna say? Especially in front of tens of thousands of people? That I’m an Amazon who likes to be babied and wear baby clothes and nappies? It’s not just something you bring up in casual conversation. But now it’s just us two… I… I feel a lot more confident. That’s why I could tell… and show you. Sorry, I just realised now that showing you the n… n… nappy… that it was weird and wouldn’t have explained anything. Sorry. I’m… yeah… I’m not very good with people.” “Charlie has told me a lot about you. Never told me your name though. It’s nice to finally meet you.” I smiled at her, feeling that I could genuinely trust her. I mean what Amazon is going to wear nappies just to kidnap and adopt me? She… she was just as Charlie described her, especially the anxious part. “It’s nice to meet you too!” Her face lit up again. “I… she told you a lot about me?” “Yeah, she clearly feels a lot of regret regarding how things went. And then Madison…” “I heard what she did to you at your wedding. I’m glad she got what she deserved.” “How do you know…?” I asked. “That she was the one you were talking about before at the hall?” “Yeah…” I looked at her suspiciously. “Because… she reached out to me.” “She WHAT?” “Yeah, surprised me too. But she wanted to make amends for how she treated me. Told me what she had been through. And you know what? I genuinely believe she has changed. Obviously I still don’t want her in my life, but it was nice… I guess it was closure… sort of?” “I was hesitant to believe it at first, but apparently she was the one who alerted my friends that Charlie was… off.” “Is Charlie okay now? I heard you talk about her in your speech…” “She’s in a coma, but she should be fine when she wakes up. If she ever does…” “Can… Can I see her?” Honestly… it was like looking at a sad puppy. There was no way I could turn down her request, not with the look she was giving me right now. That’s when I had an idea. “I… look, I’ve still got work to do here. And I’m trusting you because Charlie trusts you. But I need someone to watch over her. I can’t guarantee she’ll be safe whilst I’m leading this protest, and I need someone to guard her. I trust the people taking care of her right now, but I have a feeling they’re going to be overwhelmed with littles being brought in, so Charlie needs someone dedicated to watching her. Think you can do that?” “I umm…” She looked nervous again. “At least go be with her, make sure she’s okay, and tell the Doctor there to watch out for retaliation?” “I think I can do that!” She said, sounding more optimistic now. “Thanks. Here, let me give you my number, you can contact me if anything happens with Charlie.” Nessa pulled out her phone and I quickly put my contact details onto it, before handing it back to her. “I can do that… thanks… Thanks for trusting me. I won’t fail you.” “Maybe if all of this works out… we could have a playdate?” I laughed as a figure suddenly appeared in the doorway. “I’d like dat!” Nessa replied. “LIV?” The figure in the doorway shouted. “Yeah?” I replied, as soon as I saw who it was. “Claire? You found me!” “Are… are you… okay?” Claire replied, slowly walking into the shop, nodding towards Nessa suspiciously. I think she was ready to attack the poor girl, so I quickly replied so she didn’t throw a right hook in Nessa’s direction. “Oh yeah, don’t worry, this is Vanessa. She’s Charlie’s old… friend.” “Is she?” Claire was still suspicious about the new Amazon woman sitting in front of me, and rightfully so. “Seriously. It’s fine. She’s going to go to the hospital on the other side of town, aren’t you Nessa?” “I think I know the one you’re talking about. The little’s recovery one, right?” “Yeah, ask the receptionist if you can speak to Eve. I’ll make sure to send Eve a message to let you in. They’re probably locking down as we speak, with everything going on.” “Liv, we need you at LIBRA.” Claire interrupted, sounding out of breath. “LIBRA? Seriously? Why would I go there?” I replied in disgust. “No one knew Chris’ true intentions or end goals, I assure you. We all genuinely want to improve things. But right now we’re leaderless. We need someone to take charge. We need… you.” “But you’re much better at running and organising things, Claire. You’ve been Chris’ right hand woman this whole time.” “I’m no leader, Liv. Please… come with me.” I knew she wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so I exhaled heavily in frustration and looked back at Nessa. “Fine. Nessa, are you going to be okay? I can trust you, right?” I asked the anxious Amazon woman. As she nodded and smiled at me, I could feel how sincere she was about wanting to help. And if she was as close to Charlie as my wife had made out, then I think she’ll keep her safe, no matter what. I mean she knocked out a police officer to save me, and she barely knows me! “Let’s go. 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Omg she’s been the best at accepting this she even wears too at times. Since I decided to go 24/7 she’s really taken on the mommy role on her own accord she changes me when ever I need and treats me little. I’ve talked with her several times the past few days about it and told her if she ever gets tired or burnt out with this to tell me and we will take a break she said she doesn’t see that happening but will keep it in mind

Neighbour’s Paradise - Chapter 2 6 months ago… Elliott had a day to himself and decided he’d make the most of it. Elliott was, plain and simple, an ABDL. He always had been, for as long as he could remember he’s wanted to go back to the simplicity of being a baby and everything that comes with it. Being in nappies 24/7 and not needing to use the toilet, playing with toys, being fed, drinking from a bottle; everything that you can imagine goes with being a baby. He also had another desire. Not only did he want to be a baby, he wanted to be a baby girl. He couldn’t explain why but it was just something that’s always been implanted in his head. Wearing girly nappies underneath a dress was something that just made him beam inside. Over the years he’d discreetly worn girls pull-ups and pampers and to the best of his knowledge his mum Penny had no idea. In recent years the freedom of more relaxed timetables and college meant he had more time home alone and therefore had more opportunities to indulge in his fantasies. That’s where Liz comes in. He sat in his living room wearing only a pink goodnite, which was heavily wet: Watching kids tv with not a care in the world. Rather carelessly he hadn’t shut the blinds so anyone who walked up to the living room window would get a full view of his soaking wet goodnite. As luck would have it Liz did exactly that. Liz was very close to Elliott’s mum Penny and were pretty much best friends. She was prone to random visits to the house and on this one day instead of knocking on the front door she looked straight through the front window, catching a full glimpse of Elliott and then sent him into shock when she knocked on the window. Elliott jolted up and sprinted out of the living room and up the stairs towards his bedroom. He felt like he was going to faint in panic, and threw on a t-shirt and shorts to hide the goodnite. He sat on his bed contemplating what to do as he heard knocks on the door. Stupidly, he thought playing it cool and not acknowledging what Liz had blatantly seen was the best course of action. “Hi Liz” Elliott greeted as he opened the front door. “Hello Elliott, I’m guessing your mum isn’t here” Liz asked as she smirked at him. “No, um, she’s at work today” Elliott replied. “Thought so, may I come in” Liz then responded. Elliott’s forehead, much like his goodnite under his shorts, was dripping wet. “Ummm I don’t know I’m a bit busy with revision for college” Elliott explained. “Didn’t know watching teletubbies was a college class nowadays. Come on let’s have a chat” Liz said as she forcibly walked in and took off her shoes. All Elliott could do was shut the door and follow her into the living room. He began to go through in his head what his explanation would be. Elliott entered the living room just after Liz, who had taken a seat on the big sofa facing the TV. He was about to sit down on the adjacent armchair before Liz held her arm out. “Ah ah ah, please come and stand in front of me” Liz ordered. Elliott honestly was a bit frightened of her so he submitted. Elliott stood there facing a cross-legged Liz as she looked him straight in the eye. “So are you going to explain what I just saw through the window?” Liz asked Elliott. “I was watching cartoons when I should be revising. Sorry don’t tell my mum please” Elliott replied, not alluding to the elephant in the room. “And…?” Liz added. “And what?” Elliott dug his hole deeper. In a flash Liz reached for Elliott’s shorts and pulled them down to his ankles, revealing his wet goodnite for all to see. Elliott instinctively put his hands on his crotch and went to pull his shorts back up, but was met with resistance when he realised Liz’s foot was holding the shorts down. He continued to try and pull for a few seconds before giving up and standing back up straight with his hands still hiding his crotch. “I was referring to this” Liz said as she tried to move Elliott’s hands away from his crotch. “Care to explain why you’re wearing a Goodnite? And if my eyes don’t deceive me, a wet one?”. Elliott was going to have to actually mutter words about his fetish for the first time. Does he come clean? Does he lie? He stood there unable to say anything. “Earth to Elliott?” Liz pressed. “Ummm. Uhhh” Elliott muttered under his breath. “It can’t be bedwetting because it’s the middle of the day and I know you aren’t incontinent because your mum would’ve told me. You can tell me Elliott” Liz pondered. Elliott had decided. He’d just come clean. Present day… Liz led Elliott into the dining room and she guided him to sit at the dinner table. As he sat down he felt the crinkly cushion press against his bum. He always loved the feeling of sitting down in a nappy, especially when it was pressed against him by his tights. After only a few moments Liz returned with his breakfast, laid out on his special bottle and plate set: His breakfast consisted of sliced bananas and cut up pancakes, and a large bottle of apple juice. “Right baby girl can you pick up your bottle and drink it all by yourself or do you need nanny to help?” Liz asked as she sat down beside him and placed her mug of coffee on the table. “I can do it!” Elliott said enthusiastically has he picked up the bottle with both hands and began to suck on the teat of the bottle. He chugged down the apple juice at speed and within a minute or so it was all gone. “Wow you were a thirsty girl!” Liz teased as she squeezed Elliott’s cheek. “Oops I almost forgot! Don’t want to get your lovely dress dirty do we”. Liz got up and shuffled around in a kitchen draw before walking up behind Elliott and wrapping something around his neck. He quickly realised it was his bib: Albeit slightly tight it did make Elliott feel extra cute. He didn’t need to worry about trying to be tidy or care about getting food all over himself. “Right, be a good baby Ellie and eat your brekkie. Do you want nanny to help?” Liz asked. “Yes please nanny” Elliott shyly replied. Liz dragged her chair closer and picked up a piece of banana and held it up to his mouth. He carefully grasped the banana with his mouth and chewed before swallowing. “Good girl, is that banana yummy?” Liz said as she smiled and continued to feed Elliott his breakfast. Elliott just nodded and smiled. As he continued to eat he felt a twinge in his bladder and without thought he opened the floodgates and began wetting himself. Truth be told he’d been holding it in all morning and wanted to wait until he was wearing a nappy to do it. As he felt his crotch and bottom go all warm he let out a quiet sigh and grinned. Liz knew exactly what was going on, but she said nothing and continued feeding the baby girl her breakfast.

I didn't set out to train to wet the bed, per se, I just wanted to wear diapers all the time, including to bed. I had a childhood history of being a champion bedwetter, but had outgrown that, and other than a couple of incidents, my adult years had mostly been spent on pristine, dry bedding. Once I started wearing diapers to bed, I became annoyed at having to wake up in order to pee in them, and I would tend to barely awaken, start the process, and then drift off to sleep again, while it was still happening. At first, I remembered most, if not all of these instances, but after doing it for months and years, I found myself waking up in a wet diaper once in a while, with no recollection whatsoever of having wet it, and that started happening with more frequency, although it is still far from clockwork. At this point, 5 years in, I sometimes go a week or two without any recorded instance; it can be hard to know for sure, because I sometimes go to bed already a bit wet. Other weeks, I wet my diaper overnight 3 or 4 nights out of 7 - it's very unpredictable, other than to say that, #1, alcohol helps, and #2, Murphy's Law definitely seems to have some influence in this universe, because it seems to happen more often when I don't necessarily want it to, such as when sleeping over at friends' houses, or in a hotel. Although I usually would have had at least a couple of adult beverages under such circumstances, so maybe rule #1 is more powerful than rule #2. But I believe that the Universe has a sense of humour, so if I'm going to soak some sheets, it is more likely to occur at the Hampton Inn or at my buddy's place, than it is at my own house on a night when my wife is away, and there would be next to no consequences.

I trained myself back to sleep wetting about 20 years ago. It does sound like my experience is at least a little unusual, in that the fully-generalized sleep wetting resulted from the untraining. While I was mostly focused on wetting at night, what developed was a tendency to wet myself whenever I'm sleeping... diapered or not, including during naps on the couch/plane/etc. It didn't happen all at once, of course, but I learned through experience that my wetting is not limited to night, or only while diapered. I'm not sure why the "scope creep" occurred; while I was working to untrain myself I tried many, many things all at once (random alarm timing, many different hypnosis files, diapered and non-diapered wetting, and so on), so I'm not sure what lead to general sleep wetting, if there was only one thing. The training has also resisted several significant attempts to re-train, so whatever I did to myself all those years ago, it worked.

It’s certainly a safe way so long as you don’t sleep on an electric blanket 🤣 My experience has been that it’s definitely a kind of learned behaviour (as opposed to incontinence) but also over time it becomes easier for it to occur.. Initially, a lot of stars need to align for it to happen. I suspect you need to be very used to doing it and you need to feel “safe” and that it’s “ok”. Early on, that may mean that you only bed wet in diapers. I think my very earliest bedwetting episodes only happened when I was not only diapered, but already somewhat-wet. The bedwetting signal seemed to slowly grow stronger over time though. This culminated in me attempting to sleep in a bed without a nappy on for a weekend. The first night was sleepless with many trips to the bathroom. The second night was sleepless because I was woken by cold, wet sheets at 2am and had to strip the bed (having proved the point, I put a nappy on for the balance of that night). As an aside, I found it impossible to do more than doze fitfully in a wet bed. The clean up is also hellish (assuming you don't want a bedroom smelling of stale pee). It was several months of "24/7" before the first "bedwetting" (diaper use whilst asleep) occurred. It was probably closer to 3 years before wet beds started appearing regularly. They're still not an every-night thing but they are common enough now. A dry week would be unusual and I know from testing that going undiapered will not necessarily keep me dry.

BOOK 'EM, DANNO “Seems a bit late in the year for the sororities to be running pigs up the flagpole,” Ian observed. “Too close to finals.” “It is out of character,” Priscilla agreed. They were in her squad car, making the short drive across the river to Fraternity Row. “But what's really odd is that Zeta Pi Alpha, or ZAP as it is known to all and sundry, doesn't have a reputation for partying hard. Academically, it's a bottom feeder, but I've never been summoned to deal with anything more serious than a drunk and disorderly. It just doesn't make any sense.” “And then there's Spats Belmondo ...” “Yeah,” Priscilla nodded. “Then there's Spats. When it comes to theft, especially theft this well organized and hurtful, the Chief won't look the other way, but the usual slap on the wrist won't be enough. If these girls aren't punished to his satisfaction, Spats will find a way to even the score.” “La vendetta è un piatto che va servito freddo,” Ian shrugged. “Revenge is a dish best served cold. Spats won't be in a hurry, not with his honor at stake, and he could strike from a direction no one expects.” “That the way Chief Mischof will see it.” “What's the usual drill in a case like this?” “The DA doesn't like to waste his time, so normally we offer them a plea deal. A hundred hours of community service, a fine, and two or three years of probation. In return, the record is expunged.” “Sensible, but in this case, not enough to feed the bulldog. I'd start by placing them under arrest, cuffing them, and tossing them in the slammer for the night. Schedule an arraignment in the morning, with an eye to forcing them to lawyer up if they don't fully cooperate. Any criminal attorney will run the bill up into the thousands … and while we're talking hard ball, be sure and ask for a stiff bond. Go for something high enough that the parents will have to put up collateral to get them out. Make it hurt.” “You think that will be enough to satisfy Spats?” “No, but it will get his attention. Leave the rest to me.” “WHAT?” Priscilla was so shocked that she almost slammed on the brakes. “No way, Ian … NO WAY. You are not going to … what's that cute phrase that you secret agents use … 'terminate with extreme prejudice'? You are not going to 'whack' Spats Belmondo, to use the term that he would choose. And while we're at it, I want you to promise me that you will stop running around the globe killing people!” “Honey, don't overreact!” Ian patted Priscilla lightly on the arm. “Honestly, it's been years since I last killed anyone … years!” But only for lack of targets … if I ever find out who killed my wife, I am going to paint the streets red with their blood … “Let's start with the community service,” he continued. “Hospitals all need candy stripers, and Tippi and her friends will have dishpan hands after they've cleaned and polished a few thousand bedpans. And the girls are all going to become customers of the diaper service, 24/7, for the balance of their time in school. That way, Spats gets to humiliate them, and turn a profit at the same time. And while we're at it, maybe my favorite hospital will give us a group discount if we offer to buy locking diaper covers for the whole crew. That should be an easy sell after I persuade Spats to donate generously to some hospital endowment fund or other.” “And all you have to do to make this happen is what? Snap your fingers? Make a few phone calls?” Priscilla honestly couldn't tell whether Ian was pulling her leg or being serious. Pretty much. The real challenge is figuring out how to change all those dirty diapers. Who's going to do the honors? The logistics are daunting.” “And this conversation is beyond bizarre! Ian, I can just hear my parents now: 'Pris, why couldn't you fall in love with somebody normal? You know, a polite ax-murderer, or a charming serial killer? Why did it have to be Secret Agent Man'?” “Officer Canon, are we truly in love?” “We are,” Priscilla said firmly. “Well, just to keep this in perspective, you're the third woman with whom I've fallen in love over the past week, and the fourth this month. It's a bad habit, I know, but what's a guy to do?” “Don't you worry about it, Dear.” Now it was Priscilla's turn to pat Ian gently on the arm. “I'm going to call a meeting. Between the four of us, somebody's bound to come up with a sure fire way to make you keep it in your pants!” . . . . CH.....E.....EP … CH.....E.....EP … Now that she had an address and the thrill of the hunt was gone, Julia felt curiously deflated. The diaper heist was just another stupid sorority prank, although there was a sadistic edge to it that left a bad taste in her mouth. Nearing downtown, she reached out to switch the nerve wracking tracking device off, but then she pulled her hand back. Perversely, she decided to leave it alone until she pulled up behind Bjornsen at the sorority house. What she really wanted to do was nail the little bitch to a chair, and let her listen to the maddening, metallic chirping for the next twenty four hours straight. Maybe longer … Then wrap her in tin foil, and drop her on Spats Belmondo's front porch. No charge for the service, Spats. Consider this a freebie … What really sucked was that she would not even have the pleasure of arresting the little psychopath. Instead, she would just have to stand there, thinking very dark thoughts, while her daughter read Bjornsen and her lunatic friends their Miranda rights. Julia well understood her husband's longing for the good, old days when a cop could use his nightstick to persuade a miscreant to confess his sins. What Bjornsen really needed to see the error of her ways was for someone to shove a nightstick up her ass and pound it home with a sledgehammer. Julia was eager to volunteer. Winding through downtown, the traffic now much heavier, Julia switched lanes to catch up with her quarry. At the Mississippi, she pulled in directly behind the girls, knowing that she would be invisible in the darkness that had descended over the city during the chase. When they exited and made the turn for Fraternity Row, she was content to follow at a sedate pace. Her daughter would be lurking somewhere in the neighborhood, ready to pounce once the thieves returned home. My daughter and God only knows how many other cops of the campus variety. This will probably end up being a real frolic. And what do I say to Grady, besides 'thank you for your help'? What a mess! . . . . “Home, sweet home,” Tippi sighed. “Be it ever so humble,” Cindy laughed as she turned into the driveway. With winter parking restrictions in effect on city streets, finding a slot in the limited space at the back of the sorority house was always a challenge. “WHAT THE FUCK,” she screeched as she hit the brakes so hard that only her seatbelt spared her a close encounter of the first kind with the steering wheel. There was a man standing in the middle of the driveway, with his back turned to them. He appeared to be admiring the old mansion's ornate, early twentieth century architecture. “HEY,” Cindy screamed; “what the hell ...” Ian turned around with an amiable grin on his face. He strolled casually over to Cindy's side of the car, signaling for her to roll down the window. “Professor Grady?” Tippi's eyes had swollen to roughly the size of dinner plates. “Good evening, Miss Bjornsen.” Ian's tone was as amiable as his grin. “Glad to see you made it home in one piece. Would you care to introduce me to your friend?” “Cindy … I'm … uh … Cindy Carlson.” Cindy was stuttering badly. “Nice to meet you, Cindy … and thank you for not running me down. You've got good reflexes.” “What … what are you doing here?” Cindy was still badly shaken. “Ah, reinforcements have arrived.” Ignoring the question, Ian was looking down the street. Right on cue, Priscilla was arriving with siren howling and lights flashing. She pulled into the driveway, effectively preventing Cindy from trying to escape in a moment of panic. Priscilla climbed out of her squad car, and in the distance she could hear other blue and whites fast approaching. Chief Mischof had been true to his word. Fighting hard to keep from doubling over with laughter, Priscilla somehow managed to put on her game face as she approached Cindy's side of the car. Nudging Ian to step aside, she looked down into the vehicle. “Are either of you armed,” she asked in her best cop voice. “Wh … at,” Cindy squeaked. “Of … of course not!” “Is there a weapon in the vehicle?” “No,” Tippi hissed; “we're clean.” Priscilla and Ian exchanged brief looks. Both of them were thinking the same thing: this was not the first time that Tippi Bjornsen had been confronted by a cop. “Officer, what is this about?” Judging Cindy to be useless, Tippi had opted to take over their side of the conversation. Ian noted that Julia had pulled up to the curb, and even from a distance he could hear the receiver merrily chirping away. He laughed as he slowly turned around. Several girls had come out of the house, and were now watching the proceedings from the veranda. Heads were peeking out the front door of the properties on both sides, and curiosity seekers were venturing out at a number of houses across the street. Two more squad cars arrived, their lights and sirens adding to the chaos unfolding in the driveway of the Zeta Alpha Pi sorority house. Ian wondered how long it would take for the vans to arrive from the local TV station newsrooms, and whether they would show up before or after Suzie Marshall decided to put in an appearance. “We have a report that this vehicle is being used to transport stolen property,” Priscilla grimly announced. When her fellow officers were in place, she ordered Cindy to exit the vehicle first, and then Tippi. “Stolen property? That's absurd,” Tippi protested. “What is this? Some kind of elaborate joke?” Finally recognizing Priscilla, and seeing Ian hovering in the background, Tippi was adding it all together-- and coming up with the wrong answer. CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP Device in hand, Julia had walked up to the trunk of Cindy's car. The receiver was going crazy, sounding for all the world like a panicked hatchling trying to find its way back into the nest. CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP “Don't think so,” Ian said as he reached down to flick a small switch and silence the transmission. “This receiver is slaved to a miniature homing device sewn into one of the diapers that you liberated from my doorstep, Miss Bjornsen. With your help, they appear to have found a home in the trunk of Miss Carlson's vehicle.” “Tippi, is what this young man's saying true,” a middle aged woman angrily asked. She had come storming out of the house, and Ian presumed that she was the house mother. ''Did you steal his diapers?” Her high-pitched, incredulous voice easily carried to the surrounding houses. “I'd like to hear the answer to that question as well.” Chief Walter Mischof had now arrived on scene, his squad car artfully parked to block an entire lane. If nothing else, the ensuing traffic jam would insure the prompt arrival of local news crews. He reckoned that at least one of the networks would lead off at ten with so bizarre a story. If Dean Turgeson was watching the right channel, he would probably choke on his nightcap. “The jig's up, Cindy.” With no way out, Tippi calculated that a show of contrition would minimize the consequences. “You're right, Missus Miller; we stole Professor Grady's diapers. It was just a prank … a stupid, sorority prank.” “PROFESSOR GRADY? YOU STOLE DIAPERS FROM A MEMBER OF THE FACULTY?” The sorority mom was so angry that Ian swore he could see steam escaping through her hair. “CINDY CARLSON, YOU OPEN THE TRUNK OF THAT CAR RIGHT NOW!” “Yes, Ma'am.” Cindy hastened to obey. Everyone gathered around, but when the lid went up, everyone also stepped back. “My God,” Chief Mischof yelped, “I remember that smell, but I don't remember it being this bad! Professor, what have you been eating?” Priscilla burst out laughing, and for his own part Ian was sorely tempted to tell the Chief the truth. However, prudence being the better part of valor, he decided to take refuge in a bad burrito. “TIPPI BJORNSEN,” Missus Miller roared, “YOU WILL TAKE THESE DIAPERS DOWN TO THE BASEMENT. YOU WILL RINSE THE POOP OFF, AND THEN YOU WILL WASH THEM, DRY THEM, FOLD THEM NEATLY, AND RETURN THEM TO THE PROFESSOR WITH YOUR MOST SINCERE APOLOGY! DO YOU HEAR ME?” Priscilla leaned in to whisper in Ian's ear. “Hell hath no fury like a sorority house mom inconvenienced by one of her charges. Bernice is going to have an ugly meeting with Dean Turgeson in the morning, and if the chapter loses its certificate, she'll be out of a job.” “Wait one,” Ian called out. “Chief Mischof, you should know that this is not an isolated incident. These girls have been systematically stealing diapers from customers of Lullaby Diaper Service for several days now. I suspect that others in this house are also involved. I hope that Missus Miller will allow you to search the premises and recover the stolen property without a warrant, but for my own part I'm going to file a criminal complaint, and I should expect the owner of the diaper service to do so as well. He has suffered significant financial loss, and emotionally his employees have been put through the wringer. It would not surprise me if a civil suit follows in due course. So, we should ask Missus Canon here whether washing these dirty diapers would be tampering with evidence, and make it inadmissible in court. Julia is the Twinkletoes of Aardvark, Platypus, and Twinkletoes: Attorneys at Law.” Ian sidled up to Julia, and eased the receiver out of her hand. The last thing that he wanted was for the little gizmo to be taken into evidence by the police. “Professor Grady is correct, Chief. To be admissible in court, the evidence must be in the same condition in which it was received into evidence.” “You want me to store these shitty diapers in our evidence locker?” Walt Mischof could hardly believe what he was hearing. “You want an Assistant DA to haul them into court, and wave them under a judge's nose?” “Sorry,” Julia shrugged. “The rules of evidence ...” “Yeah, yeah, I know the rules of evidence. Geez ...” “Book 'em, Danno,” one of the frat boys yelled out from the sidewalk, where a sizable crowd had quickly gathered to entertain themselves at the sorority's expense. The cry was taken up and instantly turned into a chant … BOOK 'EM, DANNO! BOOK 'EM, DANNO! Slipping the receiver into his pocket, Ian inadvertently activated it … CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP BOOK 'EM, DANNO! CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP, CHEEP It was at about this moment that the first on site reporter arrived at the scene with his faithful cameraman. With traffic now at a standstill, the enterprising driver had made use of the sidewalk, bouncing off it to bring his vehicle to a halt directly behind Julia's rusted out beater. Walt Mischof smiled benevolently. Finally! He finally had a chance to stick it to Fraternity Row! And he was going to stick it good!. . . . . “And now, for the lighter side of the news. Earlier this evening, there was quite a fracas over on Fraternity Row, and our own Emmett Bailey was there to report on the chaos. What's happening, Emmett?” “Lyle, earlier this evening campus police descended upon Fraternity Row, and specifically upon one of the sorority houses, Zeta Alpha Pi. It's being alleged that an organized gang of diaper thieves has been terrorizing the city, and that the police caught two of the thieves red-handed. We spoke with Chief Walter Mischof of the campus police, who showed us the evidence taken from the trunk of a car belonging to one of the sorority members. We were looking at two bags of adult diapers delivered weekly to a member of the faculty, a highly decorated veteran rendered incontinent when he was severely wounded on his last battlefield. We did not, however, get too close, because one bag was, how shall I put it? More than a little ripe. We spoke with the Chief about where this bizarre case goes from here." “Emmett, what can I tell you? With the cooperation of the property manager, who is known informally as the house mom, we were able to examine all of the public areas in the residence, as well as the rooms occupied by the more than fifty students, all of whom agreed to a search rather than forcing us to get a warrant. In total, we recovered over a thousand diapers stolen off the porches of customers of Lullaby Diaper Service. We have taken two of the ringleaders into custody; they have been charged, and will be arraigned in municipal court in the morning. At present, we are interviewing each sorority member individually, with a focus on discovering just how widespread this conspiracy really is, and whether there is more to it than just the usual nonsense that we have to deal with up and down this block, term after term, year after year.” “Emmett, a quick check revealed that Lullaby Diaper Service is owned by Vincent Belmondo, more commonly known as Spats Belmondo. We sent a second crew to interview Mister Belmondo at his residential estate on Lake Minnetonka, but when our own Lisa Jenkins asked him how a man of his colorful reputation could be running a diaper service, he told her in rather colorful terms to go jump in the lake. When Lisa pointed out that the lake is frozen at this time of the year, he waved her off with an obscene gesture known far and wide as 'the bird'.” “Lyle, we'll be following up on this story in the morning, but it has already taken one more strange twist. In a separate but related incident, still another member of the sorority who works as a candy striper at the local hospital was caught trying to smuggle a half dozen of the hospital's own adult diapers into her room. What makes the story odd is that she was wearing one of the diapers, complete with a pair of vinyl pants-- what we parents all commonly refer to as 'baby pants'. The young lady in question will also be spending the night in the municipal lockup, but alas, without her diaper, since jailhouse rules do not allow prisoners to have potential weapons such as diaper pins in their cells. Live, on scene, this is Emmett Bailey reporting for Channel 36, WPPP News!” . . . . “My name's Ruby; what are you in for?” “Theft,” Tippi tersely replied. Along with Cindy Carlson and Janis Marsden, Tippi was in a large cell in the basement of the central police station-- a cell nicknamed “the Tank” by the regulars. Ruby was one of them. “What did ya do … jack a car?” “Diapers,” Cindy moaned, still wiping tears out of her eyes. She had never been arrested before, and she was terrified. “Diapers? That's low girl, really low. Stealing a baby's diapers? The judge ain't gonna like that! Girl, the judge … he gonna throw the book at your white ass!” “What about you,” Tippi asked. Anything to change the subject. “Solicitation,” Ruby grinned. “In my line of work, it's an occupational hazard.” “And what is it you do,” Janis asked. Like Cindy, she was terrified, but it was the five hard cases with whom they were sharing the cell that scared her. She didn't want to become somebody's bitch. She just wanted to go home, and hide away from the world. Ruby did a double take, wondering whether she was being disrespected, or whether this chick really didn't know the score. Ruby didn't take kindly to being disrespected. “I'm a whore, Darling. Can't you tell? I do dress the part. Oh yes, I do!” “I've got an outfit just like yours,” Janis confessed. “I wear it to Disco clubs. I really dig Donna Summer.” “I like the Bee Gees myself,” Ruby laughed. “That one boy, the one with the high pitched voice? He'd look really good wearing my threads.” “So, what happens in the morning?” Tippi wanted to bring the conversation back to the fact that they were in jail, and screw Donna Summer and the Bee Gees both. “Oh, they gonna put us on the chain, and march us into the courtroom upstairs,” Ruby replied. “Then, one by one, we go before the judge. Some low life from the DA's office will read out the charge, and you'll be asked to plead guilty or not. Either way, the judge will set bail, and then you come back here until someone posts a bond to get you out. Hope you all got rich parents, cause the DA, he gonna throw a whole, heapin' bunch of charges at you, earn you some serious jail time. But don't worry; a good lawyer, he get you off easy this being your first offense and all. A few months in the workhouse … that would be my guess, this being your first offense and all. Mind you, though, good lawyers don't come cheap. Someone gonna need a new mortgage to pay for your lawyer's next holiday in Hawaii!” Ruby laughed, a high pitched cackle. Janis wanted to curl up into a ball and die. Her mom would probably help her on her way. Cindy wanted to go home, only she wouldn't have one after her parents disowned her. Tippi wanted to kill somebody … anybody would do. . . . . Comfortably ensconced in his favorite lounger, his feet resting on the ottoman, Dean Willard Turgeson turned on the TV to catch the ten o'clock news. The overblown mayhem that the local stations paraded as the outrage du jour held no interest for him, and he had never been a sports fan. No, he would endure the mindless tripe that Lyle Gunderson pitched as news only to get to the weather report. An ardent supporter of all causes environmental, Professor Turgeson prided himself on riding his bicycle to and from the office in good weather and bad, all four seasons of the year. Still, he had no desire to joust with the overpaid louts who drove the city snow plows. Hard experience had taught him this lesson well. “Good evening. This is Lyle Gunderson …” “And I'm Amy Kinkaid ...” “And this is WPPP News at Ten!!!” “Amy, leading the news tonight, the latest report from Teheran, and more bad news on the inflation front.” Sipping his hot cocoa, Willard endured the mindless drivel that passed for national news. “And now, for the lighter side of the news. Earlier this evening, there was quite a fracas over on Fraternity Row, and our own Emmett Bailey was there to report on the chaos. What's happening, Emmett?” “Lyle, earlier this evening campus police descended upon Fraternity Row, and specifically upon one of the sorority houses, Zeta Alpha Pi. It's being alleged that an organized gang of diaper thieves has been terrorizing the city, and that the police caught two of the thieves red-handed. We spoke with Chief Walter Mischof of the campus police ...” Willard's cup shattered as it dropped to the floor, hot cocoa rapidly cooling as it ran all over the highly polished faux stone flooring in his den. . . . . Standing in front of the mammoth fireplace, back turned to the flames, elegantly dressed in an imported silk smoking jacket, a Cohiba Behike smuggled out of Cuba in his right hand and a Lalique snifter of aged Sambuca in his left, Spats Belmondo was staring fixedly, almost maniacally, at the giant TV screen mounted on the wall of his study. “Emmett, a quick check revealed that Lullaby Diaper Service is owned by Vincent Belmondo, more commonly known as Spats Belmondo. We sent a second crew to interview Mister Belmondo at his residential estate on Lake Minnetonka, but when our own Lisa Jenkins asked him how a man of his colorful reputation could be running a diaper service, he told her in rather colorful terms to go jump in the lake. When Lisa pointed out that the lake is frozen at this time of the year, he waved her off with an obscene gesture known far and wide as 'the bird'.” “You bitches are dead,” he screamed; “dead, dead, dead!!!” Taking a puff on his expensive but contraband cigar, his face turning red with rage, Spats whirled around and threw his snifter into the fireplace, the fragile crystal shattering as the flames hungrily consumed the liqueur. “What part of 'no police involvement' did dese fuckin' morons miss? Do I have ta spell it out with crayons? Huh? Huh?” Spats turned, and stared fixedly at an aging but expensively framed photograph on his antique walnut desk. It was a family treasure, a photograph of his father Tommaso taken with the revered Al Capone, about a year after the dust up in that North Clark Street garage. “Wat d'ya think, Al? Huh? Should I pay dese fuckin' morons another visit come da morning? Yeah … I think so … yeah. Me and da boys, we gonna have a chat with Aardvark, Platypus, and da Twinkie. A nice, little chat. But first, da first tings. Think I'll go down to da courthouse in da morning, check out da broads for myself. Yeh, Al, dat's right … da first tings first.”

Mission Improbable (Part 2 of 13) When Tracy woke up, sunlight was streaming in through the blinds, there was a warm body hugging her from behind and her diaper felt swollen and damp. All things considered, not a bad way to start a day. As she stirred, one of the arms encircling her reached up to brush the hair away from her face. "Good morning," Kat purred in Tracy's ear. "Mmm." Tracy smiled and wriggled closer. "Did you have a good night?" "Mmm-yeah, and no." "Oh?" "Ransomware attack. They wanted me to ID the attackers. Should have been easy enough." "There was a snag?" "There was a snag." Tracy sighed. "What happened?" Tracy quickly summed up the events of the night before, leaving out the names of Marc and Ms. Wilford. When she got to the part about Marc shooting at her, Kat sat up. "He shot at you?!?" "Mm-hmm. Good thing he wasn't hired for his aim." "It's not funny," Kat said pointedly. "What if he'd hit you. He could have killed you." "I know. I just... I don't know what came over me. All I wanted to do was to duck behind something and hide, but my legs just didn't want to stop." "Stupid legs." Kat gave Tracy's thigh a playful, little slap. "And after your little Gus Sonnenberg moment? Then what? Did you find them?" "Who's Gus Sonnenberg?" "A wrestler back before the Second World War. Did a lot of flying tackles." Tracy blew a little raspberry at Kat. "You're such a nerd." "Come on, I can just see it. My little bunny jumping up and landing on Bob with a squish, her generously padded butt pinning him to the ground." "His name isn't Bob," Tracy pointed out. "And I wasn't wearing my diaper at the time." "Oh shush. My version is cuter and more cartoony." Kat reached down and gave Tracy's diaper a squeeze. "So if you weren't wearing your diaper in the rain, why is it wet?" Kat teasing her like this was nothing new, but it never failed to make Tracy blush. "Aww, did my little girl wet herself?" "Yeah," Tracy admitted in a whisper, hiding her face behind her hands. "And?" "Kaaat," she pleaded. "You have to saaaaay it," Kat sang. "Change me? Please?" Kat wriggled herself out from under Tracy. "On one condition: That you eat a proper breakfast." "Yes, mom." Tracy rolled her eyes. "Hey, I mean it. You can't live on that shit you're eating." "Okay, okay." Tracy knew better than to continue the discussion. She kicked the blanket aside and felt the warm sunlight on her bare skin. Lying exposed like that, wearing nothing but a diaper, and a wet one at that, would have been unthinkable for Tracy only a few months ago. But Kat had cured her of that. Tracy hated the expression, but one baby-step at a time, they had managed to make her comfortable enough to wear only her diapers. At least in her own bedroom. When she slept over at Kat's, she would still insist on wearing a comically oversized t-shirt as a night dress. "You know that if I change you, you're going to be wearing diapers all day, right?" Kat said in a mock-serious tone. That had been another one of their little rules: If Tracy put the diapers on herself, she was allowed to stop wearing them whenever she wanted. But if she asked Kat to do it, Kat got to be a bossy mom for the rest of the day and keep her in diapers for as long as she felt like. "Do I have to? I have to go out and talk to people today." "Hey, you're the one who came up with the rule. If you don't like it, you can always change yourself." "But I don't wanna," Tracy whined. "I like it better when you do it." "Aww. Is my little bunny feeling needy?" Kat stroked Tracy's cheek. "Maybe a little." Kat smiled and chuckled as she got out of bed. She took Tracy's hand and helped her up. Tracy felt the diaper sag a little as she stood. Kat led Tracy to the bathroom which was so small that there was barely enough room for the both of them to be in there at the same time. Kat slowly undid the tapes and pulled the diaper off Tracy, bundling it up and putting it in one of the plastic bags that Tracy had in the bathroom for just that purpose. She had made sure they were different from the ones she used for all her other trash so they'd be harder to trace back to her if anybody went dumpster diving. "OK Häschen, you get in the shower and get cleaned up, and mommy'll be waiting in the bedroom with a fresh diaper for you." Tracy felt it was a little weird that Kat referred to herself as 'mommy' when they were together like this, but Kat seemed to like it. Also, since Kat insisted her clients call her 'mistress' or 'ma'am', it helped Tracy separate their time together from Kat's job. Knowing that whatever they had together was different from what her clients had, made it feel even more special. "Now hop to it Häschen," Kat said and gave Tracy's butt a playful, little swat, derailing her train of thought. Then she squeezed past Tracy and left the bathroom. Tracy stood under the warm spray and felt the water rinse away the sweat and dirt from the night before. She hadn't realised how grimy and dirty she had been before looking down and seeing what the rain hadn't managed to wash away. How did Kat even bear to snuggle up to me like she did? Eventually Tracy felt clean enough and stepped out of the shower. She quickly dried herself and wrapped a dry towel around herself. It was a little shorter than she would have preferred, barely covering her butt, but Tracy told herself that she probably wouldn't be wearing it for very long. When she came out of the bathroom, Tracy saw that Kat had put on a t-shirt and sweat pants and changed the sheets on her bed. Probably just as well. Those sheets were most likely just as ripe as me. "Come here sweetie," Kat purred. When Tracy came closer, she held out her hand. "Towel," she said softly, almost whispering. Tracy knew that it was pointless to argue. She undid the towel and handed it to Kat who spread it out on the bed. Tracy realised that Kat was giving her the whole package deal and not just a quick diaper change. Standing naked in the middle of the room while Kat finished her preparations felt awkward; more awkward than being diapered by Kat. The feeling of vulnerability that came with being naked in front of someone else was something Tracy doubted she'd ever get over. When Kat was actually putting the diaper on her, she would give Tracy a feeling of just being cared for. It made lying there naked feel completely different from how it felt when she was just standing there, almost like she was on display. Kat patted the towel and Tracy obediently sat down on it and lay down on her side and rolled over on her back, putting herself dead centre on the bed. She looked to both sides, noted her position and smiled. I always did have good aim. "What's so funny," Kat asked. "Oh nothing." Kat spread Tracy's legs and knelt between them, slowly running her hands up the outside of Tracy's thighs. As her hands moved inwards, Kat scratched Tracy's pubic stubble with a fingernail and frowned. "We should take care of that, don't you think? Itchy babies can get so very cranky." Oh shit. She's in full mommy mode. Definitely not a good night. Tracy realised that this was something Kat needed as much as she did. She nodded. "Will you do it?" Tracy asked quietly. "Of course Häschen. You just lie there. I'll take care of everything." Kat crawled backwards off the bed and walked to the bathroom. She returned a minute later with a damp washcloth, a can of shaving foam and a razor. Kat quickly gave Tracy a pair of foam undies. Then she leaned in close. "Now hold still my er... my little cream puff. We wouldn't want any nicks or cuts, would we?" Kat slowly and carefully ran the razor across Tracy's skin, removing every trace of stubble. It didn't take very long, and when she was satisfied with the results, Kat wiped away the leftover foam with a clean corner of the washcloth. Tracy shivered briefly as the newly shaved skin was caressed by an otherwise imperceptible draught. "There we go. All smooth. Doesn't that feel better?" Kat's voice took on a sweetly maternal tone. "Mm-hmm." "Now you be a good girl and lie here quietly while I put away these things. Can you do that for me?" Tracy nodded. Kat disappeared to the bathroom. She stayed in there a while, but when Tracy heard the toilet flush she breathed a little sigh of relief. At least she's not in there crying. That had happened once before, after Kat had had a session with a long-time client who had died shortly thereafter. That night had been when they had found out that letting Kat do her mommy thing to Tracy helped them both deal with the stress of their jobs. Kat emerged from the bathroom, picked up one of Tracy's diapers and knelt down between Tracy's legs again. "Now let's get you properly dressed," she said cheerfully and unfolded the diaper. Tracy lifted her hips to let Kat slide it in under her. As Kat sprinkled baby powder on Tracy, she gave her inner thigh a little pat with the back of her hand. "So, after you did your wrestling thing, what happened?" "I followed Marc's signal to a parking lot, but I was too late." "So that's Bob's name." Kat smiled and pulled the diaper up between Tracy's legs. Tracy suppressed a groan as she realised what she had revealed. "Let's hope nobody entrusts you with state secrets." Kat taped the diaper in place and crawled off the bed, putting the baby powder into the plastic box under the bed where Tracy kept her diapers. Next she piled the blanket and pillows up in a heap at the head of the bed and sat down in front of it, leaning back. She spread her legs and patted her thigh. Tracy wriggled her way up between Kat's legs until she was lying with her head against Kat's stomach. Kat began stroking Tracy's damp hair. "So, if you were too late to the parking lot, who are you talking to today?" Tracy smiled and leaned back. Despite the heat of the bedroom and the sunshine, the warmth from Kat's body felt wonderful. "Mmmm, right now I seriously want to say 'nobody'. Can't we just stay like this all day" "Now, now. We can't have you shirking your responsibilities like that. Now tell me who you're talking to." Tracy sighed. "Just the companies around the lot. I'm thinking maybe the blackmailers hitch-hiked on one of their networks. So I need to get a look at their logs for last night." "I think I smell a sneaky plan." Kat chuckled. "Either that or..." Kat reached down and patted Tracy's diapered crotch. Tracy closed her eyes. "Mmm, they're about to be visited by an agent for an obscure law enforcement agency." "Sounds like I'm going to have to come along to make sure you don't get into trouble. And besides, who knows when you might need a change." "Kaaaat," Tracy whined, knowing full well it wouldn't work. But she still felt that her pride required the attempt. "Isn't pretending to be a cop illegal?" Tracy grinned. "Only if you actually claim to be a cop. If they only assume it, you're not technically breaking the law." "Oh you're a sneaky, little bunny." "A sneaky, little bunny with an official-looking ID-card," Tracy added. "And is the sneaky, little bunny hungry?" "Mm-hmm." Kat reached down next to the bed and brought up a plastic box. She placed it on Tracy's chest and pulled the lid off. Tracy tried to get a better look at what was inside, but Kat put a forearm across her chest to keep her from moving. "Now don't do that or you'll spill it. Food goes in your mouth, not on the sheets." Kat lifted a carrot stick out of the box and dipped it in some kind of creamy dip before feeding it to Tracy. "Like it?" Kat asked as she picked up a second carrot stick and ate it. "Mm-hmm." Tracy nodded while she chewed. "Better than those terrible energy bars, right?" Tracy wrinkled her nose. "Mmmyeah, they're yucky. But carrots don't taste so great after ten hours in a hot ca-mmmph." Kat interrupted her by shoving a new carrot stick into her mouth. "That's no excuse for not eating properly. Sounds like I'm going to have to keep an eye on you and those bad habits of yours for longer than just today." Tracy looked up at Kat and rolled her eyes. Kat only smiled in return and fed Tracy a piece of something yellow with a slightly peppery taste. For a couple of minutes they didn't say anything. Kat kept feeding Tracy and slowly stroking her hair. Eventually the box was empty and Kat just wrapped both arms around Tracy and held her close. "Tough night?" Tracy asked. They had always been able to talk about what was wrong, although Kat sometimes used her maternal role to talk about things as if talking to a child. Tracy found it a little weird, but at the same time oddly comforting. Kat's silence today, however, worried her. "Yes and no," Kat answered after a long silence. "I ran into someone I didn't know was in town while I was out with my client. And she didn't realise I was working before things got... really awkward." Tracy grimaced. "I don't really want to talk about it," Kat continued. "At least not now. OK?" Tracy nodded. "Good." Kat gave the top of Tracy's head a kiss. "So, time to fill in your new partner about the case. Who are we working for? And did they manage to unlock their computers? Your clients, I mean." Tracy shrugged. "No idea. They might not like that Marc tried to track them, so maybe they'll demand more, or maybe just not give them the passwords out of pure spite." "But you tracked them too," Kat pointed. "Yeah, but I'm good at hiding it. But anyway, I'll talk to Ms. Wilford later today, so I'll find out if they've been in touch again." "So for the moment we're working as if nothing has changed. Computers still locked." "And sex tape still ready to be revealed." Tracy added. "There's a sex tape too? Do tell." "I haven't seen it, obviously. But apparently the blackmailers used the webcam on Marc's computer to catch his providing Ms. Wilford with some... executive stress relief." "Oooo. A bit of secretary action? Naughty." Kat wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, making Tracy chuckle. "Did you at least get a look at it?" Kat asked. "Nah. And I wasn't about to ask her for a copy." Tracy had to admit to herself that she was a little curious about the sex tape. Marc wasn't an unattractive man and the idea of him kneeling naked under a desk was an appealing thought. Although in Tracy's mind, Kat was seated at the desk instead of Ms. Wilford; and Marc had morphed into the only one of Kat's clients she had ever met: A nameless woman that had looked a lot like Tracy. It wasn't like Tracy wanted to be the woman under the desk, but she would like to watch. "I'd offer you a penny for your thoughts," Kat said, interrupting Tracy's train of thought. "But I'm pretty sure I can guess." Tracy blushed, and when Kat saw it she continued. "I guess we'd better get moving if we're going to track down your porn." "It's not my-" "Oh shush. Do you have another one of those ID cards?" ***

while I wear plastic panties every day, I recently bought a knit diaper cover that I am just in love with. They can almost pass for a puffy pair of shorts?

After extensive research (tubing, holes cut in strips of plastic, other random ideas etc) I found the perfect solution: 3M™ Medipore™ H Soft Cloth Surgical Tape 2862 The tape has perforations. Take 4 sections of tape and tear at the perforation. Point your member down and place the middle of the tape over your unit slightly overlapping the head. Pull the two sides of the strip of tape over your junk. The tape should almost reach the crease between your sack and your leg on each side. Obviously this will be less painful during removal with less hair in the area. This will keep it pointed in the correct downward position, keep it from pointing straight out or to the side and will be much more comfortable when urinating. It will also direct more of the pee to lower in the padding and into the center for better dispersal. Whenever I'm going to be moving around a lot I do this and it's been great. The tape isn't too difficult to remove if it's been on for a few hours.

Sorry it has taken so long. I am still on at my best. My lungs still burn and I still feel exhausted most of the time. I hope you enjoy the next installment. Chapter 22 - Forgotten Item Darlene descended the stairs in a midnight blue satin pajama set, expertly fitted to her body. The top was low cut, revealing her lightly colored maternity bra beneath. The shorts were cinched at the waist, adding extra coverage, and trimmed with delicate lace. Avery looked up as he had just finished pouring the wine and was taken aback by her outfit but managed not to show it. She looked like a completely different person in her pajama set clothing. She didn’t have that commanding managerial look and effect now. She was elegant and homely. A side of Darlene he never really thought he would see before learning about what happened to her and her baby. Avery was still in shock at the revelations he had heard upstairs. When you only saw a person at work, it was easy to forget they were a person outside of their job as well. A person with frailties and difficulties that they had to navigate. Darlene had opened up to him and shown a side that had been so well hidden Avery wondered if anyone else had ever seen it. He asked why Darlene had confided in him, seemingly taking him under her wing when he just kept causing problems for her. As Avery stood there, He realized he was in stark contrast to Darlene, wearing only gray sweatpants and an adult onesie. Beneath it, he had a thick, crinkly disposable diaper. The bulk of the diaper that was visible to anyone who would look. All of which Darlene had purchased for him. Despite his discomfort in being so exposed to the clothing, something about Darlene made him feel oddly comfortable. He couldn’t really grasp it. She could be very controlling, she could be understanding, and today, she looked vulnerable. He thought about it for a second as she approached him. She wasn’t perfect. She had a story of her own, being in jail, losing a child, and never being able to have one. Avery supposed everyone had a story like it, tragedies most of the world would never hear about but that remained deeply personal. "Ah, thank you for pouring us some more wine, sweetie," she said. Avery felt his cheeks redden a little at the word "sweetie," he didn't say anything about it, but it made him a little uncomfortable. He knew he was feeling a little buzzed himself, and he hadn't drank as much as her, so he figured it was the wine talking. As Darlene passed Avery by the sofa, she took a drink from her glass of wine, sat down on the sofa, and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV while Avery sat down on the other side of the sofa. He nervously adjusted himself, feeling the thick diaper hugging him underneath, far away from Darlene. He heard her clear her throat as she leaned in closer and said with determination. "A toast to ending this night better." "Agreed," Avery replied breathlessly as he grabbed his glass from the coffee table and raised it to hers. Their glasses clinked together, and then they each took a sip of wine. Darlene smiled calmly and looked at Avery on the other side of the sofa. "Come on, you can get much closer; don't be so scared to sit next to me. I promise not to bite… tonight." She giggled and winked at him as she patted the empty space beside her. Avery was stunned and a little overwhelmed by her request. He felt his heart race as he slowly scooted even closer to her. His breathing grew shallow as Darlene took her glass of wine and placed it aside before leaning over, wrapping her arm around him, and pulling him flush against her shoulder, much closer than Avery was going to go. He felt an unfamiliar warmth rise inside him as his diaper crinkled when Darlene pulled him closer, enveloping him in a sensation he had never experienced before. He wasn't sure what to make of these feelings he was having; it was probably the wine talking, he thought. Besides, who would want to be around someone wearing a diaper? Still, he couldn't deny the comfort that came from being so close to Darlene and what it felt like to have someone pull him close to someone else — years of rejection told him not ever to expect this from anyone. "What kind of movie would you like to watch?" Darlene asked with the remote in her other hand. Avery’s thoughts began to clear as he listened to her voice. Darelene continued by saying. "Drama, Fantasy, Sci-fi, Comedy - anything goes." “I am good with anything, but I mostly like Sci-fi, Fantasy, and Comedy.” Avery’s voice crackled a little as he sat side to side-with Darlene. Darlene flipped through the streaming options until she stumbled across a sci-fi and comedy flick. "How about Free Guy?" she suggested before grabbing both their glasses and handing one to Avery. They both take a sip. "That looks good," Avery said as he looked up at her taking another sip. He could smell the lotion she must have put on earlier or just recently; he wasn’t sure. It smelled like a light and sweet floral scent, like a bouquet of gardenias mixed with a hint of vanilla and sandalwood. Avery felt the warmth of Darlene's arm as it rested around him, its soft embrace comforting yet thrilling at the same time. As he looked up into her eyes, he felt her hand gently caressing his hair, sending a shiver down his spine. He could feel the slight pressure of her fingers running through his messy hair; it felt like she was making sure he knew he was safe with her, but still, he wanted to keep his guard up but enjoy the night because deep inside of him, he was telling himself this would never happen again. "Sounds good then," he said in agreement. He leaned in as Darlene pressed play to watch the movie. The movie started with them laughing and commenting on what they were seeing as each of them went through another glass of wine. They continued to watch the movie as Guy discovered that he is not in the real world but rather in a computer simulation. This realization comes crashing down on him when he is shot in the chest by a player, and instead of dying, he simply respawns. As the movie kept playing, Darlene took small sips of wine, subconsciously running her hands through Avery's hair. In turn, that made Avery just melt into her shoulders and relax. But even with this, Avery couldn't help thinking about how he felt bad for "Guy" for how alone he must feel knowing everything he did and no one believing him. Sort of how alone he feels all the time with no one to share any connection with. Except for right then, in the safety of his thick diaper, he snuggled up to someone who had become a most unlikely friend. The movie continued with each of them finishing their glass of wine just before the movie's ending. At the climax of the film, Guy soars through the skies, leaving behind the confines of his virtual world and embracing the infinite possibilities that lie beyond. The credits started rolling as Darlene got up and noticed the bottle of wine was empty. The clock read eleven pm, "but how about one or two episodes of “ Mandalorian” before bed?" Avery felt tired, but he didn't want to disappoint Darlene. "Yes, sure. Why not?" He said as he was enjoying this evening even though he was in a thicker diaper than what he started out the day in. "Great," Darlene smiled. "Let me get us some more wine, cheese, and crackers." When Darlene left, Avery realized he needed to pee, but he also didn't want to have to tell Darlene to change his diaper or take it off to pee. He was about to get up to head to the bathroom when she arrived with a tray full of cheese and crackers and a bottle of wine open. As she set them down for the first time in the night, she felt her breasts heavy and full. Then suddenly, Darlene remembered something: she really needed to pump her milk as it was starting to be painful. She panicked and stood straight up, her eyes wide open as she realized she had forgotten her breast pump back at work. Darlene's back snapped rigid, her every muscle tensing in panic. "I have to go!" She shouted suddenly, clearly startling the man on her couch. Darlene’s eyes were darting around the room for her purse and keys. She needed a robe, but luckily, there was one hanging by the front door that she kept in case someone unexpectedly came over during the night while she was relaxing. Avery scrambled up, a strange terror igniting inside him like a match being struck in a dark room. What was going and why would she leave after drinking so much? Was it something he had said or done? He really hoped he hadn’t in some way exacerbated her trauma or made her uncomfortable. Perhaps she was just coming to her senses and realizing what she was doing. "What are you doing?" He cried out as she grabbed her robe and quickly put it on. She then grabbed her keys and purse and rushed towards the door. "I...just need something from work," Darlene said, her voice trembling with fear. Something kicked in with Avery as he stepped in between her and the front door, blocking the way. His mind reeled with worry - he knew this feeling all too well of someone trying to escape in a hurry like his parents had when they'd left him alone in the darkness after the accident from his dreams. "No!" Avery yelled out in desperation, standing firm against Darlene's towering figure. "You can't leave me! I won't let you go!" He shouted as Darlene. Darlene was taken aback by Avery’s sudden change in behavior. Darlene sighed heavily as she looked down at him. He looked scared and lost, his small frame radiating with emotion. She did not understand what he was afraid of, but she had no choice -- her milk had to be expressed, and the breast pumps were her only option. "Avery, there isn't anything else to do. I must go," she muttered, her voice laced with sorrow for Avery before trying to push him aside. Like a child having a tantrum, Avery grabbed the door handle and refused to be pushed away. As Avery's tears flowed freely and his desperation mounted as he clung to the door., something inside him stirred; he couldn’t let her go. “You can’t go!” Avery exclaimed. He was aware of how he was getting very emotional, but he didn’t want to tell Darlene that he wanted her to stay for purely selfish reasons, “You’ve been drinking!” In a fit of drunkenness and sudden impulse, as the two struggled together, Darlene blurted out an idea that stunned them both: "Unless... Unless you want to breastfeed from me. I need to get my breast pumped. It is the only way to relieve the pressure." Avery's heart raced as he locked eyes with Darlene, his mouth agape in shock. He'd never expected to find himself staring at a woman's breast as he did now. It seemed she was offering it to him as a way to keep her from leaving! He felt faint, and the idea of yielding tempted him like an oasis in the desert. But could he really have the audacity to go through with such a thing? His mind raced with questions, and his heart begged her to stay. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How did the day keep getting stranger and stranger? Suddenly, a deafening silence filled the space between them as they looked at each other. Darlene could see Avery's face drained of color and realized that if she wanted this to work, he would need to be put at ease. She reached out and grabbed his hand gently. "Look," she began softly, “you don't have to do this if it isn't something you're comfortable with." She paused for effect, gauging his reaction carefully before continuing. "I just... I can't let my milk dry up, you know? I need to express it three times a day, or else it won't be any good; this is so important to me!" Tears stole their way down her cheeks as she remembered why this mattered so much to her - why she had dedicated her life since losing her child to helping those babies who couldn't get what they needed from their own mothers. With renewed determination, she vowed once again to offer something of herself to others in remembrance of her unborn child. Avery was stunned, his heart racing as he was still processing the request before him. She needed him in a way no one ever had, and he felt the weight of her desperation like a heavy blanket surrounding them both. He knew deep down that there were men out there who'd love this opportunity, but Avery was the one to help her at this moment. With a swallow of pride, he steeled himself and looked up into Darlene's desperate gaze. "OK, I'll do it," he said softly, heat spreading from his face to every corner of his body. Darlene couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was he serious? While Darlene was taken back, Avery grabbed the car keys from Darlene's hand as she was processing Avery's answer. He clenched them in his fist behind his back and held them tight in his hand, his eyes still drilling into the floor. Darlene stepped closer and lifted two fingers to his chin, gently lifting it until he looked into her eyes. His face radiated fear and shyness as she spoke. "Avery, you don't have to do this," she said softly, her voice full of emotion. "No one expects you to be so selfless; you should make sure you're OK with this decision because it is something neither of us can forget." The intensity between them seemed almost tangible as Avery finally looked into her eyes again with a newfound conviction in his voice. "Yes, I'm sure," he answered firmly. "I can't let you leave this house tonight - not when you have been drinking so much - so… I'll do whatever I can to help." Darlene saw the genuine concern and fear in Avery’s face. She knew he was right. She shouldn’t be driving after everything she had drunk. She thought for a few minutes about whether or not she was also willing to go through this. She didn't want her milk to dry up, and Avery seemed more than determined to keep her from going to get her breast pump at the office as he held on to her car keys. Darlene nodded, grateful for Avery's willingness to help her. "OK, I guess we have no other choice." She tried to look appreciative. "Let me go upstairs and get a pillow so that you might be more comfortable while you are on my lap." Avery watched warily as Darlene ascended the stairs in her robe, leaving the purse behind, his mind spinning with worry about what he had just agreed to. He was already on the cusp of being drunk after having had several glasses of wine, and the anxiety that brewed deep in his bones prompted him to reach for his backpack. His hands shook as he rummaged for the pill bottle tucked away inside. He wondered how he had become so dependent on medication like this for comfort, yet he still popped a Valium quickly before returning to the living room. Avery started making his way back into the living room. Each footstep felt unsure; his knees were like jelly, and the temptation to turn and run away nearly overwhelmed him even with how he was dressed. Was he really going to do this? It was so strange. So intimate. Avery looked up as Darlene re-entered the living room with the pillow she had promised. Her robe was open, but her breasts were covered as she held up the item. Avery swallowed nervously.. Neither of them made eye contact as they awkwardly sidestepped each other, both feeling the tension that had lingered in the air since their argument earlier. When Darlene got to the living room, she turned on some soft, new-age-style music in an attempt to relax both her and Avery. She then took a seat on one end of the couch and placed a pillow on her lap. Next, she set her half-finished glass of wine on an end table where she sat. Darlene turned to look at Avery, who seemed like he was going to pass out at any minute from anxiety. "Come on over here." Darlene motioned for him to take a seat next to her. Avery felt his heart pounding in his chest as he lay down beside Darlene. His eyes were wide with anticipation as he felt her delicate fingers grasp him tightly and guide him into position. "Just relax," she murmured soothingly, "I'll take care of you." Darlene's voice was like silk as she slowly instructed him to settle down on the pillow and her lap. Avery complied and found the back of his head resting on the comfortable pillow as his gaze rose up to meet hers. "Turn on your side and face me. It will be much easier and more natural for you," Darlene said in a soft voice. Avery did as instructed and turned to face her while his head was on the pillow. He faced her chest as he had never been this close to a woman's breast before, and he knew he was about to become even closer. With shaking hands, Darlene lifted her satin blue pajama top up and unclasped her nursing bra on one side, exposing her full, milky white breast. Avery's breath was caught in his throat at the sight before him. He nearly chickened out and scrambled away as he thought about what was to happen next. But then he remembered why he was doing this and leaned forward with Darlene's hand on the back of his head, pushing him towards her nipple; he then joined their bodies together, tenderly latching onto Darlene's nipple with trembling lips. "It is ok, just try to suck slow and hard, breath through your nose, and take a break if need to, but no teeth; my nipples are very sensitive" She smiled, looking down at Avery latched onto her nipple as if it were the most natural thing in the world. As Darlene smiled softly, she pushed his mouth closer to her and guided him as he suckled deeply yet gently from her breast. He could almost hear her heart beating in time with his own as they shared this intimate moment. At first, he felt nothing but a strange sensation in his mouth, but then Darlene's milk began to flow, warm and sweet against his tongue. He latched on more firmly, sucking slowly more eagerly as Darlene stroked his hair, whispering words of encouragement. "You're doing good.." As they continued, Avery began to relax into the moment, letting go of his fears and insecurities. He found himself enjoying the feeling of Darlene's soft breast against his face, savoring the rich flavor of her milk. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before, and he couldn't help but moan softly as he drank. It wasn’t a sexual moan but more of an “I am content” sound. He felt strange feelings washing over him just like the milk washed over his tongue. He felt warm, cared for and loved. He found himself sinking further into these feelings as he closed his eyes and relaxed into Darlene’s embrace. For Darlene, the experience was equally intense. At first, it hurt a little as she began to let down, but after the flow started to go, Avery got into a rhythm. She could feel Avery's lips and tongue working against her breast, and the sensation was unlike any other she had ever experienced. It was as if their bodies were merging in a profound, intimate way that she could never have imagined. It wasn't sexual but something just as intimate and pleasurable. She looked down at Avery as he had his eyes closed, sucking on her breast. She didn't see a grown man but a little boy in a grown man's body. It was innocent and cute. He looked like this was where he belonged, not in an office full of cutthroat corporates and bullies, but in the arms of a loving woman being looked after and protected. As he continued to nurse, Darlene felt her milk flowing more freely, her body responding to the stimulation of Avery's mouth. The best way Darlene thought she could describe it was as if he was drawing out her essence, taking her energy into himself, and giving it back in the form of his own pleasure. The soft new age-style music lulled Avery into a trance, quieting his breathing and the racing of his heart. The sound of the music was calming, soothing his already frayed nerves even more as Darlene's voice gently poured over him like a balm. He could feel the Valium start to take effect, calming him even more, and he took a deep breath between sucking on Darlene's nipple. Avery's eyes were heavily closed. He was in a half-sleep and half-awake state. After a few more minutes of suckling on Darlene's breast, his body took over, and he was doing this subconsciously as his breathing slowed. Avery's taste of Darlene's breast milk was that of a surprisingly sweet and creamy flavor; it was smooth and velvety on the tongue, with a richness that was almost like honey. The flavor was delicate yet complex, with notes of vanilla, coconut, and almond. It was a comforting taste to drink down, one that mixed in perfectly with the warmth of the skin it was coming from. As Avery drank, Darlene's body relaxed as she felt herself entering a state of blissful relaxation. Avery's mouth and tongue were stimulating her nipples, sending cascades of pleasure throughout her body with each gentle tug. His lips moved in perfect sync. Darlene could feel the nurturing energy being passed between them as Avery drank deeply from her breast. With each swallow, she felt a wave of calm wash over her body that erased all tension and anxiety from the day. To see the young man swallow her milk was exhilarating, a part of her that would be within him and nourishing his body. She felt a greater sense of satisfaction than even the pump she usually used could offer. The entire experience was mesmerizing for both of them, and soon, Avery began to feel Darlene's body relax beneath his lips. He felt the gentle rise and fall of her chest and the calming sound of her breathing as he drank from her. By the time he had finished drinking, she was feeling deeply relaxed and content not only physically but emotionally as well. Together, they lay there in silence for a few moments afterward, their bodies entwined in complete tranquility as Avery's hand gently caressed Darlene's breast like an infant would do with his fingertips. It was then that Darlene noticed something - Avery no longer seemed so anxious or nervous around her. Instead, he was peaceful and content, his entire body filled with relaxation and comfort courtesy of the nourishment provided by nursing together. Darlene stroked his hair. She leaned down and kissed him on the head. He did not move, but it was time to move to the other breast. She needed to wake the poor boy up. Darlene's voice began to whisper softly into Avery's ear. "Avery, sweetie, I need you to switch breasts." Avery opened his eyes slowly as he was in a deep sleep. Avery gave a gentle and content smile, a little milk dribbling down his chin, and looked up at Darlene, eyes half open. Darlene grabbed his bottom and could feel his diaper as she tried to help him move to the other breast. She instructed Avery in a calming tone to switch to her other breast. Avery did the best he could. Slowly, Darlene got him in position as she clasped one side of the bra back up and then unclasped the other side of the bra. She gently guided him to her nipple once again as he clasped it and took to sucking on her nipple more naturally, this time without any guidance. Her hand was still on his padded bottom. She caresses his bottom and gives him soft butt pats. Her other hand was holding his head to her breast and running her hands in his hair. He could still feel each pulse of Darlene's milk flowing out from her body like a soothing river, giving him sustenance that went far beyond physical nourishment. As he continued to nurse on her second breast, their bodies remained entwined in blissful intimacy for some time afterward until both were contentedly nourished. Darlene looked down at Avery. He looked half asleep in some deep trance. She was fully awake and aware of what was happening. She tried her best to process this. She knew the wine was talking, but she wanted to whisper to him like he was her child. There was the deepening material feeling creeping up in her as she held Avery close to her. “You awake, Avery?” she said softly. There was no response, but he was still sucking slowly and deeply on her nipple, and she could feel the milk flowing. “Just relax, my child,” Darlene said as she patted his butt. “Just relax tonight..” She continued. Then something strange happened: Avery started to pee in his diaper as he needed to go to the bathroom before he got started with this. The diaper did an excellent job of absorbing the pee. Darlene could feel the part of the front of his diaper through his sweatpants that barely touched her get slightly warm. It wasn’t long before Darlene realized he was wetting himself. Two hours ago, this would have bothered her, but now as Avery lay there nursing on her and relaxing enough to pee himself unknowingly. She didn’t mind as long as the diaper did its job. Darlene let Avery nurse on her breast for another 15 minutes. She held his head close to her, feeling his warmth next to her breast, all the while subconsciously patting his diapered bottom. She listened to the gentle New Age music playing softly in the living room. Darlene went upstairs to grab a nice blanket to put over Avery while he slept on the sofa with the pillow she brought. She used the blanket to tuck Avery in. He was dead asleep. He didn’t move as Darlene tucked the blanket in around him. Before leaving him on the couch, she slipped a hand underneath the blanket to check the man’s diaper. Her fingers slipped under the onesie and pressed against the heated disposable. It was very wet, that much was sure, but she was confident it would last until morning. She took the empty wine bottles and leftover cheese and crackers and cleaned up the living room before heading upstairs for the night. When Darlene finally got herself in bed. Her mind was racing over the last hour's event. Darlene didn’t know how Avery or herself would react the next morning when they woke up. She worried Avery would regret this. For her, she felt she had stepped over some unwritten boundary. She had experience with what it might have felt like to nurse and bond with an infant. The experience was powerful. Even more powerful when Avery was sucking naturally as his eyes were closed and he was asleep. It felt so..so maternal. She couldn’t decide if she was glad she got to experience this or if she would have been better off having never known that experience. It was a couple of hours before Darlene fell asleep.

Chapter 77: Lines BETH WOKE UP the following morning, not feeling rested at all! With all her built-in sensors, Rachel commented, “Beth, you don’t seem to be feeling well today?” She sighed, “I just didn’t sleep well, Rachel. I’ll be fine once I find some breakfast and some coffee.” “Very well; please let me know if there’s anything I can do to help you sleep better tonight? I can play music, adjust the temperature, and many other things to help you sleep?” Beth felt herself stiffen as she feared what Rachel’s idea of music or ‘many other things’ were! “Umm… I’ll let you know. Thank you for the generous offer.” With that, she hurried through her morning routine and was packing her stuff when she realized Connor had a problem but probably didn’t know it yet. “Good thing I have a spare set…” she said as she threw it into her backpack. Beth headed to breakfast and found Connor sitting with two of the girls he came to the dimension with. “Hey Beth,” one of them called to her. “Hi, Amy,” she said. “Joining us for breakfast?” “Let me go grab something,” she told them. Knowing it would be a long and stressful day, she was torn at her breakfast choices but ultimately settled on some toast and fruit. Looking at Connor’s plate, she could see he was devouring a host of proteins and his own giant slice of toast. “You look tired?” Connor said to her. “Yeah… didn’t sleep well last night,” Beth said. “Today is…” Connor stretched to pat her taller form on the lower back, “Sorry, I understand completely.” “What’s up with today?” the other girl asked. “We’re starting our film project today, Eva,” Connor answered her. “Let’s just say it will be a pile of embarrassing moments for both of us.” “Oh,” Eva said. “Sorry to hear that.” Beth shrugged, “Is what it is at this point. Speaking of filming Connor,” she dug through her bag, “You’ll need this today.” Connor looked at her blankly for a second, recognized it, and seemed to realize he didn’t have the permanent set he’d had before. “Oh… yeah, they fell off,” he said. “What is that?” Amy asked. Connor blushed then and clammed up, so Beth decided to answer, “It’s SkinSync Makeup?” “Makeup?” “He needs it for filming,” Beth said. “What’s so special about it?” Eva asked. “I think I saw an ad the other day?” Beth smiled, pulling out her phone, “Here, I’ll show you.” She had several looks saved on her phone and chose to activate her prom makeup from her senior year in high school. Suddenly, she was made up in full evening makeup with shimmering eye shadow and several other effects across her face. “Whoa!” Amy said, “That’s awesome!” Beth smiled and returned the look to her default day look. “What all can it do?” Eva asked. “Pretty much anything you can think of. Several companies sell presets that match your favorite actress or that a designer comes up with.” “Where can you buy it?” Amy asked, “That looks like a time saver!” “You’d have to go off-campus for it. Usually, you buy it in one of the mall stores,” Beth told her. “Kind of risky for you all?” “Maybe not if my Grandma took us all?” Connor suggested. “That would be cool. Do you think she’d do that?” Eva asked. “I can ask her,” he told them. “It would have to be another weekend besides this one, though; we’ll be filming most, if not all, of it.” “Aww…” Amy said. “Well, maybe we could still go?” “No, you don’t want to do that,” Connor and Beth said in stereo. They looked at each other for a second. “You want to make sure you have someone to protect you. All you have is your IDs, right?” Connor said. They nodded, “My… cousin… ended up adopted because she had a Big force her to have an accident, and then threw away her ID so she could be adopted.” “What about telling the police that?” Amy asked. “They’ll laugh,” Beth found herself agreeing. “This sucks,” she said. “Language!” the nest mother Beth believed was named Lilly scolded her. “Sorry, Miss Lilly,” Amy apologized. “Just don’t repeat it, hon?” The tall girl admonished. “You just moved into my nest; the last thing I want to do is have to send you to the interim Dean.” “Yes, ma’am,” Amy said contritely before Connor deflected her. “Miss Lilly?” “Yes, Connor?” “I meant to ask you something this morning when we were swimming, but Miss Mackenzie had me get out before you today. “Yes?” “You mentioned your mom met my mom, but she couldn’t remember when I asked her through a message. Would you mind telling me your mom’s maiden name by chance?” Lilly smiled at him, “I told you she may not remember her?” Connor nodded, “She has a pretty good memory, though; maybe the last name will jog it?” “Gallagher,” she said with a smile. “Thanks!” Connor said, “I’ll ask her about that next time I talk with them.” Beth sensed it was an excellent time to get going, “Connor, let’s get going to class if you’re done eating?” Connor nodded, and the two of them headed off. “What was that about?” Beth asked. “The night she filled in for Mackenzie, she mentioned her mom met my mom. She’s acted kind of protective… I guess I just want to know her angle?” Beth nodded, “She was as upset or more than Mackenzie with the plot against you. By the way, how did Bailey get away from being punished?” She hissed as she saw the tall Big, who had been distracting Mackenzie, doing a diaper check on top of a tall chair she’d stood the Little boy on. Connor sighed, “I’m guessing there was no real proof she did anything? They had a video of Talia and Madelyn spiking my drink? She just distracted Mackenzie?” She nodded at that, and they mostly stayed silent as they walked to class and eventually reached a point to split up. “Have a good day,” he told her. “I’ll meet you for lunch?” She nodded, “Sounds good.” It took everything during the next couple of classes to focus, though, as she couldn’t help but think of the scenes she had to film that night! I WALKED INTO class and was grateful for the interesting subject matter to distract me from the rest of the day! Before class began, I sent Mom and Grandma messages with this mystery girl’s last name. From everything said the night before, I wanted to know if I was dealing with a potential ally or a foe. During lunch, as much as I didn’t want to, we joined Charlotte in one of the library study rooms to go over lines since today was basically about us with the filming schedule. “Is this your first time?” She asked me after we had gone over all three of my scenes for the day. I shook my head, “We do some similar projects at the university back home. I will say they don’t have the effects or the budgets, though?” Charlotte laughed, “This still doesn’t have the budget. The only thing that probably equalizes it is the soundstages Emerson has. They’re as good or better than anything I’ve seen in Selegnasol.” “Really?” I asked curiously. “Really! They’re quite a bit more advanced. You can turn around a set here much faster.” “Definitely quicker than back home, where we would have to assemble a dozen sets for this production,” I replied. “Wait, you actually assemble sets back home for things like this?” Beth asked, clearly a little spoiled with the technology. “Beth, you need to remember how far behind we are, you all? I mean, my mom has had some luck producing realistic-looking Holo projectors, but nothing that is solid-state and interactive? Just that technology alone back home would make me billions.” Charlotte asked me curiously, “Is that why you came here?” I nodded, “I knew from my grandmother how far the tech has come since even my mom was here. I want to learn everything I can and figure out how to build it back home. That’s basically how my mom’s fortune was built.” “Huh,” Charlotte said. “Well, you seem to have memorized your lines for today just fine. Beth, you don’t have many, but let’s run yours too. Let’s run it from the top of the scene in the car.” Beth sighed but did her best to get into the proper headspace. “Are you mad at me, Mommy?” “Can you seem more scared here?” Charlotte coached. “Huh?” “You’ve done the most disappointing thing you can think of, and you figure your mommy is really mad at you. Maybe she won’t even love you anymore?” “That’s harsh…” I said. “But realistic?” Charlotte suggested. Beth spoke a little softer and managed to make her voice tremble, “Are you mad at me, Mommy?” “That’s it!” Charlotte said, then continued with her line, “Why would I be mad?” “Because I’m… I’m nothing but a… a diaper-wearing baby?” Beth genuinely looked near tears from saying the line. “Of course not, sweetie!” Charlotte said. Her presence had transformed her into a sweet mother. “Where did you hear that from?!?” She changed into a mother bear, ready to rip someone apart. “Miss Dani?” Beth said softly and quite believably to me. The two finished the lines and got to what I considered to be the worst of the lines. Charlotte said the line, “Why are you happy about that?” Discussing her going back to diapers. Beth looked almost pained but managed to get the line out, “If babies use a diapee, they don’t get in trouble! So I won’t get in trouble all the time!” “I hate that line,” Charlotte said. “Actually, I hate this whole damn script.” “Then why didn’t you say we should do something else?” I asked. She shrugged, “It seemed the most doable and successful of a project after your script, Connor. I’m still pissed we’re not doing yours.” “But Kelly was the reason?” Beth said. “True, but this way, I also get to tweak her some. I’m guessing she was certain she’d be playing the mom. Plus, I don’t know how much you two paid attention to her first draft, but it was somehow worse!” “At least once we finish this, we can hopefully work on better scripts in the future,” I said. “Definitely should have the edge on funds on any bidding wars. Have you guys started on our next set of scripts yet?” she asked me. I shook my head, “We’re finishing up a project for the animation studio classes by next week. I think we’re hitting the next project then.” When we finished our practice time, Charlotte had Beth practice her lines for tomorrow night’s scene, and then we practiced a few of the scenes for Friday. “I’m glad you two can memorize lines. There’s nothing more annoying to me than when someone can’t even make it through one scene without having to ask for a line,” Charlotte said as we walked out. Seeing a Little and a Tweener walking with one of the biggest stars on campus brought some serious stares, but we ignored them. “Well, we kind of have to make sure we do a good job, or someone might try and do these things to us,” I told her. Beth gave me a look like I’d said too much, but Charlotte said, “I’m sorry that you have to feel that way.” She paused and added, “I’m even more sorry that you’d definitely be correct on a real studio lot.” I watched her run her hands through Beth’s hair and felt the hairs on my back stand up, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to let anything happen to you two. Connor, you’re definitely going to be one of the Littles that makes it back home; I’m going to see to it. And Beth, I always look out for my co-stars; you’ll be able to get out of here and head back to New Haven when you’re done with Emerson.” “Thanks,” Beth said nervously. The three of us split off as Charlotte went to the business school building while we headed to Euler for math classes. “Is she being honest?” I asked Beth. She shrugged, “She might be? There’s never been any negative press about her? I know plenty of stars the Littles have banded against over the years.” “Won’t this film hurt that?” “It might…” she admitted. “Might be part of why she’s insistent she’ll protect us?” She shrugged and added, “Go learn that weird voodoo math you’re taking. I’ll meet you downstairs and head to Matisse together?” “Sounds good!” I told her. ‘Voodoo math!’ I chuckled as I headed to class. I sat down in my chair for math. I paid close attention that day as Professor Nash reviewed some new models for analyzing data and creating formulas to model that data. It was based on foundations of math that I had known for years but seemed to take things beyond anything I’d learned. It wasn’t that it was above my head; it was more like the light dawning in my head as I gained an understanding of theoretical math modeling that was like a supernova. I stared in rapt attention during the lecture and approached Doctor Nash at the end. “Wow, Professor Nash, that was the coolest lecture on math I’ve ever attended. Are we going to cover more material like this?” She giggled, something I noted might be dangerous at her height, even with her age. “That’s not what I’m guessing most of your classmates would like? They all had eyes glazed over for the most part?” I shrugged, “They just need to study more?” She shook her head, “No, we’re approaching the parts of mathematics that often are more of an art than rote learning. There will be more material, and it will stretch everyone’s minds quite a bit. I’m glad you’re enjoying it!” I smiled, “Thanks again,” and left the room. “Being a teacher’s pet isn’t going to help you pass this class,” Molly kidded me. “Couldn’t hurt?” I smiled, “That was a really cool class, though!” “Has anyone ever told you that you are a total nerd?” She asked. “All the time!” I smirked, “Somehow, I think you’re used to those comments, too!” She laughed and walked with me downstairs to where I met Beth. The two of us headed to Matisse, where we both took a quick bathroom break and then headed to the soundstage we had reserved for our studio. Opening the door, I was amazed to find myself in a busy office building setup, clearly set up for a cubicle containing Charlotte’s character’s office, my cubicle, and the conference room. “This really is cool,” I said aloud. “I agree,” Sebastian said. “Having an entire office building to film in without finding it is very convenient. How are you two doing?” I shrugged, “To be honest, I’m not looking forward to this?” He frowned, “I’m sorry, guys. I honestly would have gone for another script, but I think this one is the only one with a shot at winning some of the awards besides yours.” “So what’s first?” I asked. “Well, we’re going to shoot things out of order, of course. I want to do one of your cubicle area scenes first today.” “Guess I should get costumed up? Where do we do that?” Gary waved at me, “Come back here; we have a room off to the side set up for the wardrobe.” With a shrug, I followed him back to the unknown of what would come with this film! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ So, due to winter weather, I found myself with some extra time and managed to write four chapters in the past couple of days (and have a good start on a fifth), so I decided to give you all a bonus today! Please let me know what you think with a Like and a Comment! I'll post again Friday morning!

Chapter 76: Meanwhile… I LOOKED AROUND the room and saw that the other three guys were trying to stay awake but seemingly failing at it. I debated where I wanted to talk to my family inside the nest. A moment into pondering, I suddenly remembered that the neural interface meant I wouldn’t be audibly talking in the virtual space. I settled into a bean bag chair off to the side and donned the glasses. I’d learned several tricks over the weekend, so I made sure that I set up the proximity sensors to go off if anyone approached. I was able to place an extension on my pod area of the room, too, so I could be sure no one messed with my stuff while I was in the space! Several moments later, I ran through the instructions and found myself in a virtual room with a wall-sized TV screen. I ensured I wore a casual pair of jeans and an Emerson sweatshirt before activating the inter-dimensional connection Grandma had set up. My moms and sisters suddenly appeared on the giant screen before me a moment later. “Connor!” they all said at once. I did my best not to cry when I saw them. I really missed them a lot!!! “Hi guys,” I told them. “How’s it going?” “Lousy!” Riley said first, “We miss you, Con!!!” “I miss you too,” I said, suddenly feeling a stone in my stomach as I realized how much. “You look good,” Mama said to me. “Well, this is a virtual version of me; I’d hope so?” I smiled. I noted having a two-dimensional screen of them in the EdgeSphere world was a bit weird compared to the three-dimensional projections I’d become accustomed to over the past four weeks. “Nerd,” Rylie kidded me. I smiled, “Duh! By the way, everyone here was really impressed with your version of photos, Ry!” She blushed, “Thanks.” “So, what have you all been up to?” I asked them. The entire family on the other side of the screen suddenly left me feeling disconnected, but it was good to see them! “Well, we had our national cheer competition this past weekend,” Lila said. “We didn’t win but came in as runner-up in our pom division!” Hannah added. “That’s so cool! Congrats! I wish I’d been there to see it,” I told them. They shrugged, “You’re off on a bigger adventure anyway,” Lila said. “What else is new?” I asked them. Rylie told me about how she’d been selected for an art show in Paris that summer. “I’m so excited! I know we’ve been to the Louvre and most of the major museums over the past few years, but it’s a lot crazier to think I’ll be featured in a major gallery not far from them!” “That’s awesome!” I told her, “I can’t wait to go!” Her face turned, “You will be back, right?” “Not planning on staying, Ry,” I told them. Mom asked, “So your Grandma said there have been some issues?” “I’m not sure how secure this connection is?” Grandma chose that moment to let herself in. “Secure enough,” she told me. I looked up at her and realized I hadn’t adjusted my height settings, so it was clear that I was less than half her height. “Whoa!” Lila and Hannah said together. “Hi, Grandma,” Rylie said. “She’s so tall!” Mama said, for the first time, having the context of my size to compare with her. “Well, I shrank a bit when I came through,” I reminded her. “So, what’s been happening?” Mom asked, clearly unwilling to allow distractions now that she knew it was secure. “Well, things started the first week I got here…?” I filled them in on the accidents, the poisoning of the first meal, and the first couple of weeks. I told the story of my fiery food challenge, but for good reasons, I held back the effects I suffered. Mom gave me a knowing look, and I suspected she already knew somehow. We told them about the previous week, and I tried to avoid getting into the details. Grandma decided just to come out with it, though. “They poisoned him with LittleGo Plus last week, Stacy,” she told her. “What’s the plus?” Mom asked. “Extra nanites that keep making that breast milk protein,” Grandma replied. “What about the nanites he had already?” “They fought with the new ones valiantly but were getting overwhelmed. We had to completely eliminate all of the nanites inside of Connor.” Grandma told her. “That’s not good,” Mom said. “Definitely not the best thing, but it was the best we could do, unfortunately.” “Connor, you have to keep a closer eye on things,” Mom told me with a sigh. “What else is happening?” Lilah asked nervously, sensing a desire from me to change the subject! I mentally projected, ‘Thanks, sis!’ “So anyway, I guess the big thing is the film project we’re getting ready to ramp up with filming tomorrow,” I told them. “What’s it about?” Rylie asked me. I blushed. “Well…” I stalled. “If you don’t tell them, I will?” Grandma said. I groaned, “Well, it’s about as cliché of a story as we could have here… Basically, a mom is having problems potty training her daughter, who’s going to be held back from going to kindergarten over it for a second year. One of her friends…” Mom looked both sick and shook her head while laughing nervously, “Not that stupid potty training buddy trope?” I nodded. “Potty training, buddy?” Hannah asked. I turned redder, “Basically, if your kid can’t learn how to use the potty with every other trick, you adopt a Little to train both side by side.” I worried my sisters were going to laugh at me. I figured for certain Rylie would make a smart-aleck comment about finally being the oldest. I assumed that Lila and Hannah would come up with something snarky about it being their turn to change my diapers or something… Instead, all five of my family members back home stared at me slack-jawed. “You can’t do this!” Mom told me, “You have to tell them no!” “Are you crazy?” Rylie asked me. I could see tears forming in her eyes. “It’s okay!” I told them. “Almost everyone is supportive and will not let anything happen to me. Besides, we have to use group members as cast - it’s one of the rules?” “Who’s playing the potty dunce?” Mom asked. I sighed, “Beth?” “Cameron is going to kill anyone who hurts her,” Mom said. “Her mom’s probably none-too-likely to let things go either,” Grandma said. “I don’t like it any more than you do, sweetie, but I think they’re safe?” “Mommy, you have to protect them,” Mom said to Grandma. I noticed her blush as she realized she had reverted to her name when she’d lived there. “I’ll do everything I can. They have a major acting starlet in their group that I think will probably do more than I can.” “Major star?” Lila asked. “She was on a long-running TV show that she basically grew up on from like age four to her teen years,” I told them. “Kind of cute. It reminds me of some of those old Disney Channel shows Mama used to insist we watch when we were kids.” “Cool!” Hannah said. “Is she nice?” Rylie asked. “Really nice; she laid down the law about picking on Beth and me during our first meeting. She was helpful today, too, as we were doing our costume fitting.” “Making sure diapers fit you alright?” Lila prodded. “Something like that,” I blushed. I tried to think of something to change the subject again. “Hey, Mom?” “Yes?” “One of the nest mothers here was helping me out the other day with some problems. She said her mom met you once?” “What was her mom’s name?” Mom asked. “Kylie?” I paused, “I don’t know her maiden name; her married name, I think, must be Desmond; that’s her daughter’s last name, at least.” Mom looked thoughtful, “I don’t recognize that name.” I saw her consider things for a moment, and given her crazy memory, I was shocked that she didn’t immediately know who I was asking about. “Mommy, does that ring a bell for you?” Grandma looked just as thoughtful, “I don’t think so? This nest mother, what’s her name?” “Lilly?” “She’s a Big, right?” “Yes, as far as I know, it’s a requirement to be a nest mother, right?” Grandma shrugged, “Not technically, but I’m sure no one would apply or be accepted if they weren’t.” “So, no idea?” I asked. “No?” Mom said. “She mentioned it may have been such a short interaction you may not have remembered?” Mom shrugged, “Anything is possible if she was a student at the university?” I nodded, “It’s weird she’d mention it, though,” I told her. Grandma seemed to be making a note in her head as we moved on to the next topic of conversation. Apparently, Rylie had a new boyfriend, and the twins insisted they needed to tell me about him and their disastrous first date! The six of us talked for a long while, with Grandma doing an excellent job occasionally sharing an embarrassing story of Mom’s time here. Eventually, an alarm I had set up to alert me of it getting too late went off. “I hate to leave, guys, but I need to get some sleep before tomorrow. It’s going to be a long day,” I told them all. My sisters both looked sad about it, and Mama looked devastated at the end of the call, too. Mom, however, had a more thoughtful look. “We need to do this again in a couple of weeks; I don’t want to lose touch, Connor.” “Yes, ma’am,” I told her. “I love you guys.” I heard a chorus of ‘Love you’s’ back from my sisters and moms before hanging up with them. Grandma was still in the virtual room, “Did you need something else, Grandma?” I asked. She shook her head, “I’m going to look into this Lilly girl more. Tell me more about her, though, first?” I thought for a second, “I don’t know her that well other than she swims in the mornings at the same time as me. We actually race each other in the water quite often, too?” “What else?” “Well, she was in the nest the night Mackenzie had to deal with the Littles who tried framing me?” Grandma nodded, “Anything else?” “When Beth overheard them at the table with that other girl, she said Lilly seemed as mad as anyone? She also seemed sympathetic as she gave me a spare diaper from one of her girls?” “Hmm…” Grandma said with a sigh. “Lilly Desmonde… time to figure out who you are. I’ll get back to you tomorrow if I can,” Grandma said. “I don’t like anyone with connections to your mom’s time making cryptic remarks like that. She had some friends, but she also pissed off a lot of people too.” I nodded, “Yeah, she told me many of the stories before I came.” “Anyway, you need to get some sleep! Good night,” She told me. The connection instantly severed even though I hadn’t exited myself. ‘Of course, Grandma would have a way to kick me out,’ I thought with a shake of my head. I pulled the glasses off my head and looked around the room. The lights had dimmed to darkness, and I could tell the other guys had called it a night. Unfortunately, my need to go pee was building, but I wasn’t quite sure what to do. It was growing rapidly, and I knew I would not make it to the morning! Right then, Mackenzie came out of her door. “Finally stopped playing games?” She asked with a little bit of an annoyed tone. I shook my head, “I wasn’t playing games; I was talking with my grandmother.” “Oh?” “Really – we were talking about some of the things happening this past week?” She looked a little less sure of herself then. “Sorry, I assumed you were playing games… You probably should think about some sleep?” I nodded, “Yeah… umm…” “Need to go potty?” She asked me. I blushed but nodded, “Would you mind helping me?” With a sigh, she picked me up off the floor. “Let’s put these down on your desk,” she said, taking the glasses from me and doing so. I was carried to the bathroom, and she just pulled the diaper off in front of the toilet, “Go ahead and go potty, Connor.” I couldn’t help but still blush as I sat on the tiny toilet and relieved myself. I was amazed by just how much I needed to go! In fact, I suddenly realized that the food from earlier was already making an appearance. I groaned as I pushed waves of soft poop that was borderline runny into the bowl. When the contractions finally stopped, it took me several moments to wipe while Mackenzie stood there. With each wipe, I noted the burning sensation that seemed far more intense than the flavor of the food going down! When the wipes finally ran clean, I stood up. “All done?” Mackenzie asked then. I nodded. She picked me up and carried me over to a taller counter area that, from what I’d seen, was never used. I realized why as she laid me down, and I realized it was just another changing table! My diaper was retaped onto my body, and she carried me over to wash my hands and hers. “Okay, done for the night?” She asked. I nodded, “Swim tomorrow, right?” She nodded, “Sure, but you need to get some sleep!” I nodded in agreement, “Good idea!” A few minutes later, I was out like a light, having stayed up much longer than I had any other night at Emerson so far! BETH FOUND HERSELF cuddling Rings that night as she worked on homework. The fact she had already had to wear one diaper today was not a pleasant memory. ‘I wonder if I have to actually poop them?’ Beth nervously wondered. She was way too scared to ask that question! It was hard for her to turn off her thoughts about the film and work on homework, but she did her best. She sent a couple of replies to Livy when she texted her but didn’t really engage with any of her friends that night. She finally gave in long before she’d typically go to sleep, dressed in her pajamas, and crawled into bed. Rachel popped up just long enough to tuck her in and disappeared. ‘I don’t want to be a Little again…’ Beth thought worriedly as she closed her eyes. ‘Connor did look cute, though,’ she had to admit. ‘He really doesn’t seem to mind the trans part of his character. If anything, I think he might like it?’ She wondered if Connor felt that way in real life and what it might mean for any relationship between them moving forward. All she could think of, though, over and over again, was Charlotte Perez putting her in a diaper. The memory of how small and helpless she felt as she taped the horrible garment shut haunted her. Finally, when sleep came for her, she kept waking up as several dreams in a row found herself cared for in a nursery sized for her… +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading!!! Please leave me a comment and press the like button! Remember all of my completed works are available on Amazon! Purchasing those works helps keep me motivated and inspired to keep writing! 🙂 (Thanks to anyone who does do so or has done so!) https://www.amazon.com/author/babysofia

[15- did I scare you] The cab driver was the same, but today every single bump and dip in the road made Scarlet’s head swim in throbbing, painful sensations, like the shock of jumping into freezing water, all contained inside her skull. It was not a migraine, or a hangover—she knew how to remedy those, even as she got older and they got worse. No, this was from missing a dose of her medications. She’d been so caught up in her time speaking to Emilia that she’d missed it, and she was paying. A sip from her coffee helped her head, even as her hand shook. The only cure for it now was more caffeine and praying, frankly. Doubling morning meds wouldn’t help anything, and she’d just have to wait it out. God I want another burrito. She fished her phone from her jacket pocket, finally trying to dress for the cooling weather, and gave Velásquez’s five stars and a little blurb about how well their food traveled. The cabby pulled to a stop, he was paid his usual fare and tip and Scarlet was out and headed to the elevator. Somewhere between déjà vu and a recurring dream, Scarlet lingered on the plaque on the directory. Scarlet did not think of her boss as the proprietor of Kane Arbitration & Mediation Legal Services this morning. How do you do this sort of thing? Act normal? I’ve fucked coworkers before, but this is a little different than a cute hostess…right? The poor woman only got more flustered as the events of the weekend came back to her in flashes. She stood there, struck by her own depravity and remembered the culmination of their prolonged date, wetting herself willingly, and then an orgasm inside the wet diaper. Scarlet bit a knuckle and, finding the elevator only halfway up and herself the sole occupant, allowed herself a small stomping release of blushing frustration. Her appearance was already returned to its proper neat and prim status by time the elevator doors opened. The door to the office was already unlocked when she arrived six minutes before the start of her shift. Scarlet entered hesitantly, like she was expecting an ambush on the other side, but the room was silent. She could hear movement from Emilia’s office, the sliding of steel cabinets and clicking of heels. Scarlet took a sip of her coffee again, set down her bag, and went to face the awkwardness head-on. “Em-Miss Kane?” Scarlet corrected herself. Emilia turned from an open file to look at her with a small smile. “Good morning, Miss Finch. How long until my first appointment?” The words were distant, but the tone was pleasant, more than just office familiarity. Scarlet already knew, but stumbled over her words anyway, unsure how to act. “Uh, about an hour until your first call, Miss, and you have the follow up appointment with Christopher and Lila this afternoon. Did you need anything from me beforehand?” She stood there, scanning her boss’s face, trying to make sure she hadn’t done anything wrong in the short time since they spoke and now. Her head buzzed, uncomfortable pressure making her feel a little dizzy mixing with fluttering, blooming feelings. If Emilia noticed, she didn’t say anything. She moved around to the edge of her desk, closer to Scarlet, and sat on it like she had last week. “Then you can drop formalities until then. How are you, dear?” The tone was unchanged, but her smile brightened. Scarlet couldn’t help but feel a flutter of delight as she watched her boss turn back into her girlfriend. This was the woman she’d kissed in the moonlight. “Good,” she said, dumbly, wishing she could describe how she’d actually felt. “I wasn’t sure how we’d handle things, even with the rules, if I'm being honest.” Emilia beckoned her closer with one finger, and Scarlet obeyed. The taller woman took the coffee from her shaking hands, setting it down on the desk and then gently resting her palms on Scarlet’s hips. “I think that’s natural. It’s new territory,” Emilia said, in a low, conversational voice. Probably to assuage her nerves, Scarlet assumed, but it only elicited a different kind of physical response. “Unless stated otherwise, be mindful of what you call me, say, twenty minutes before someone’s supposed to arrive?” Seemed reasonable. Seemed—rational. Seemed…practiced. Did Emilia think about this a lot since Sunday morning, or— Scarlet nodded, banishing the thought, and placed her hands on Emilia’s shoulders, at first for balance, then to feel her defined collarbone through her blouse. “I can do that. Are we still on full rules otherwise? Like, calling you a title and all?” “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Emilia smiled, leaning in, giving Scarlet’s lips a delicate brush of her own. “Two questions, dear. Do you have your lines from your punishment last night?” Scarlet blushed as she nodded, feeling small. She retrieved the folded sheet from the pocket of her skirt. Scarlet watched Emilia unfold it and examine her handwriting, not realizing she was holding her breath until her boss gave a small smile. “Good girl,” Emilia purred, making Scarlet give a bashful grin in return. She wasn’t used to such an overt desire for praise. Emilia cleared her throat and continued, “Secondly, is this lipstick the same kind of lipstick you wore on our date?” Scarlet turned her head in confusion, wanting more of a kiss and to make sense of the question. It took her a moment to respond, trying to remember. “Yeah, the same brand and line. Why?” “Because it held up very well on our date. I wanted to make sure before I smeared your makeup everywhere.” Emilia leaned back in, kissing her with deep, firm intent. It reminded Scarlet of their first kiss, the tension leading to it, and made her just as happy. Scarlet let her hands wander to the back of Emilia’s head in a happy clasp of prayer around her lover. “You’re very smooth when you want to be,” Scarlet couldn't hide the smile in her voice once they separated. “And you are quite the kisser.” Emilia’s smirk returned and Scarlet could feel her eyes scanning her. “Is everything all right?” The swimming, buzzing sensation hadn’t entirely left her head, but Scarlet nodded anyway, coming up with another excuse on the spot. “I just,” she started, finding an actual concern along the way. “I believe you when you say it, but it’s hard to accept. I’m really not in trouble anymore?” “You’re really not.” Emilia leaned in and left a gentle kiss on Scarlet’s forehead, the instant of contact pressing right on a nerve that lessened her head’s dizzying sensations. “Besides, you enjoyed that first spanking so much, I figured they could mostly be a fun pastime, rather than a punishment. Just don’t lock your knees next time. It makes it harder to breathe.” Scarlet blushed, hiding her face in Emilia’s shoulder as she realized the truth in her statement. Scarlet had panicked and done the exact wrong thing at every turn for her last spanking, and that had probably only made the situation worse. Emilia lifted her hands from Scarlet’s hips, one resting on her back and the other to the curls on the back of her head. The taller woman’s arms comforted her as they wrapped, holding her tight. “I’ll have to get started preparing for that call and the rest of my meetings soon. Before that-” Emilia said, a soft-spoken, almost tender voice that Scarlet recognized from when her boss had to plead with her to breathe. “I’m not going to hate you for earning a punishment. Your ex maybe gave you a bit of a complex over little things like that?” A reflex, a kick from her heart, and Scarlet realized she wanted to defend Barbara. In the before-before, they’d loved each other, and if anyone had done anything to hurt each other intentionally, they would be equally culpable. Besides, her parents were the original designers of many of her complexes. Another, just as vocal shard covered for her instead, “None that I didn’t say last night.” It was a shallow deflection, even for her. She wanted to have something more clever to say, or to even be righteously indignant. How dare Emilia play psychoanalyst first thing in the morning! Her brain raced, not with clever subject changes, but with snippy, crude barbs to match the pain inside her skull. She didn’t like that impulse. Emilia’s hands didn’t allow her the satisfaction of getting angry. She could feel fingers run through her freshly washed curls. Scarlet couldn’t help but allow the tension drain from her shoulders, something she hadn’t realized had happened. “That’s my princess,” Emilia cooed. Scarlet could hear the smile on her voice as it took on its saccharine, tauntingly sweet tone. “Ready to get to work?” * * * Scarlet could hear snippets of her girlfriend’s voice down the hall as the day started to pass in a rhythm that was growing familiar. She noted how even if she couldn’t quite make out the words, Emilia always signed off a call with the same lilting, almost birdsong-like cadence, and it always made her ears perk up. The work was slow, the content often dull, but Scarlet could always feel her motivation improve with a stray thought of Emilia’s smile, her eyes, her dimples, how muscular her back looked… Scarlet shook her head to clear her thoughts, and when she opened her eyes again, the ping of a message from Emilia appeared on her monitor. Can you come back and we’ll start planning lunch? The woman smiled, typing a quick confirmation before gathering her things and heading to Emilia’s office. When she arrived, Emilia was bent over the bottom drawer of a cabinet, holding files in her arms. “Can you hold these, Miss Finch?” When Scarlet was done staring at her boss’s ass, she took the growing stack of files, struggling momentarily to balance something tall enough to block her vision. “Rearranging? Or should I shred these?” “Something like rearranging,” Emilia replied, and Scarlet could hear the nefarious grin in her voice. Scarlet looked at her, puzzled, unsure how someone could manage to lay a trap just by rearranging a filing cabinet. It only took the time Emilia needed to arrange the files distributed throughout the drawers above before her evil plot was exposed to Scarlet. Emilia returned to her desk, reaching under it and producing a tote bag full of something that made loud, plastic crinkling as it moved within. Scarlet’s eyes went wide in recognition. Emilia reached into the bag, and placed baby oil, wipes, powder, a small box of trash bags, and finally the bag of megamax diapers into the bottom drawer. They’d bought multiple of each of the changing supplies, and Scarlet deduced this wasn’t her girlfriend’s entire supply, but that only made her ears start to burn more. Emilia closed the drawer, and sighed contently at a task completed. She looked over at Scarlet, who felt her face get ever so slightly warmer and her pulse accelerating as she looked away. Those were the ones we bought together, and she’s going to keep them here? Scarlet’s thoughts raced, her pulse turning an ignition key inside her still swimming skull. Another thought came, one that diminished the slight enjoyment she derived from such an embarrassing, patronizing, controlling gesture. Has she been planning this since then? Or has she done this before? Has Emilia done this little dance with a new hire before? Her employer spoke, and she was forced to focus, if only momentarily, “I wanted to be prepared for when I want to play with my favorite toy.” Scarlet couldn’t help but feel her eyes grow big, giving Emilia a pleading, eyelash batting look as she melted on the spot. She was still torn between her anxieties and enjoying Emilia’s domineering performance, but the latter was definitely winning out. “Use your words, bunny,” Emilia cooed to her before giving a dark chuckle. “Do you have something to say before I send you out for our lunch?” The simple, cloyingly sweet words made her hands shoot up to her eyes, eliciting a whine and a shake of her head. She cleared her throat after a moment and answered with a small but noticeable quiver, “N…no... mommy.” “Good. I’ll have to order more soon and keep a pack here. Care to go to the little bistro down the block today?” She’d never moved so fast to do a task at work in her life. * * * “So be good and finish all of your drink, and I’ll go easy on you. Deal?” Emilia smirked, looking across her desk at Scarlet. They both poked at soups and salads, though Scarlet had turned bright red and was gazing intently at her lunch to avoid her girlfriend’s dominant gaze. “Something tells me you ‘going easy’ on me is still going to fry my brain.” Scarlet tried to quip back, but regretted confirming how susceptible she was to Emilia. “Oh? And what makes you think that, Miss Finch?” “Call it a Woman’s Intuition,” she answered between bites of lunch. “Or basic pattern recognition.” Scarlet was a bit proud as Emilia had to cover her mouth to laugh. The prim and proper woman wasn’t so disastrously mannered to speak with a mouth half full, even covered (unlike Scarlet), but her retort caught her mid bite. “Mouthy, always getting the last word, don’t you?” Emilia laughed, finally clearing her throat of her choking hazard. “I wonder how sassy you’d be if you couldn’t talk? I’ve got a gag or two.” Scarlet swallowed her nerves and the remainder of her lunch. “Like…like a gag where I can’t close my mouth but also can’t speak? The little red ball kind?” She felt her face turn red with a simultaneous shock of fear in her eyes. After Emilia nodded, Scarlet panicked, scrambling for a defense. “Is that really a good idea? Like, I kind of shut down…I couldn’t talk for a bit, right? Does that not seem…like smoking in dry brush?” “Ah, clever little thing.” Emilia smiled, taking a long sip from her drink. “When doing a scene like that, where someone cannot speak, it’s best practice to use some kind of hand signal or gesture to answer the dominant or use a safeword. We would establish that before I limited your speech or restrained you.” Scarlet nodded sagely, trying to follow along, or even appear like she understood, even as her swimming head struggled. Scarlet winced as Emilia’s eyes lit up, not even trying to hide that a new, nefarious thought had just crossed her mind. “Maybe since you’re a little, it should be baby sign!” “Baby sign?” “Baby sign language? Simplified ASL for tiny baby hands to talk to their mommies and daddies before they can say a lot of words. Would you like that, baby?” “Emms….” Scarlet gave a quiet whine, hiding behind the plastic bottle of her drink as the thought set in. She couldn’t think, too flustered from her ears burning and her head swimming, to fully decide if she liked the embarrassing notion. “Aww, are you getting shy, sweet thing?” Emilia’s cooing turned up a notch, the intensity telling Scarlet she was on the prowl, looking to back her into this wordplay trap. “I think it would be sweet. Kind of like taking a Mommy and Me class, right? And if you do go nonverbal again, it might actually be helpful for asking for things, no?” Scarlet finally conceded, unable to fight as her body responded to Emilia’s tone, finishing off her tea. She focused, only acknowledged her embarrassment and the small, enjoyable flush of arousal. At least, she told herself that she wouldn’t acknowledge her impulse to avoid asking for her wants like a leper. “I’ll learn them, I guess.” Scarlet poked at the last bits of vegetation and her bread, trying not to think of a Mommy and Me class with the domineering woman. “That’s ‘yes, mommy.’” She corrected, finishing the last of her own drink. “Yes, mommy,” Scarlet obeyed, another small smile growing. “Sorry.” “No problem, bunny. Mommy is going to excuse herself to the powder room. Enjoy the rest of your break and then make sure you’re back in work mode before the two pm appointment, she’ll be here in person.” Emilia slid her office chair back as she spoke, gathering bits of trash. Before leaving, she produced yet another gift from under her desk; a massive canteen water bottle made of hard, shiny metal. It clanked and thudded as it landed on the desk, making Scarlet’s head sting momentarily. “And I expect you to drink this throughout the day. I want it at least half empty by end-of-day, understood?” “Yes, mommy,” she repeated, and let a quick thought cover her blushing. “Any other surprises under that desk, Miss Poppins?” Emilia gave her a raised eyebrow, but Scarlet could tell she was suppressing a grin at the younger woman’s jokes. “It’s a title! ‘Miss Poppins’ is a title.” “Not helping your case, little one,” Emilia said, gently scratching Scarlet’s scalp as she passed towards the front door. Scarlet let a meek smile grow at the praise. “I had a few more lined up.” “You’re lucky you’re cute. No more, okay? Back to work.” She looked down, then back up to her girlfriend. Emilia returned her concerned look. “Can I,” she stopped, looking for the words, “can I say one more?” Emilia raised an eyebrow. Scarlet quickly continued, “If it’s not funny you can count it against me?” “Are you sure about that? That’s a dangerous precedent.” “I was gonna call you ‘the Bride of Frankenstein’.” Scarlet saw Emilia’s eyebrow somehow go higher, and Scarlet giggled. After a moment, Emilia lifted a tentative hand to her head, before wrapping the shock of platinum blonde hair in her fingers. “I was going for Anna Paquin from X-men…” Emilia couldn’t hide a smile back as Scarlet broke out in laughter, and Emilia turned to leave, speaking over her shoulder, “Precedent set, little girl. Funny or not, I expect you to drink, understand? Be good.” Now that she was alone, hearing her girlfriend’s departure, she eyed the massive canteen warily. Her face turned red, and her leg bounced, trying to puzzle out the meaning of both Emilia’s order and her quip. * * * Scarlet was at her desk two hours later, hearing her girlfriend’s voice match their client’s down the hall, and she eyed the canteen warily. Her face was hinted flush, her leg bounced, and she had deduced the answer to her questions. She was already close to the halfway mark, as instructed, with a few hours still to go before her deadline. Perhaps that was too fast to drink. Or perhaps it was the androgen she took with her hormone therapy being essentially a diuretic. She merely had to wait until the client left and they had a long break before their final meeting with Chris and Lila. Scarlet had to pee like her life depended on it. Desperate, she began typing, I need to run to the restroom real quick, will I miss her on her way out for follow -ups if I go right now? Her leg began bouncing even faster, but she knew she wouldn’t sit here until she pissed herself. If she didn’t need to be there to make an appointment for follow-up, she would’ve already left. Both immediately before and immediately after were the only times she really needed to be at the front desk. Her computer beeped, and Emilia’s reply made her give a small seethe to herself, so long as she was alone. Are you asking me as your boss or? The implied ‘mommy’ wasn’t needed. It occurred to her that Emilia probably didn’t want any of their play digitally recorded. Miss Kane, that’s not funny. Hold her for five minutes. Her message was sent, she stood from her chair, only for her to hear the door to the office open. “fuckme,” she muttered under her breath, sitting back down and getting ready to do her job. A minute later, she was entering Emilia’s office. “She is scheduled for a week from today at 10:30, Miss Kane.” Scarlet stood there, her notepad in hand, under the assumption Emilia needed her for her secretarial duties. The smirk on her boss’s face told her otherwise. “I don’t think you give orders to me, sweet thing, either as my employee or my submissive,” Emilia teased, half sarcasm and half mocking taunt. She didn’t mean it, Scarlet could tell, it was merely a way to demonstrate her power in their dynamic. Scarlet opened her mouth, only to feel another painful pang in her bladder. Her face turned red, and she hid it behind her notepad. The cramps were still building, the dam near overflowing, and yet somehow…the pressure felt nice? “Aww, no hiding. Can you use your manners and ask again, bunny?” Scarlet couldn’t see her girlfriend, but she was certain that Emilia’s teeth had grown pointed like a devil’s as she flashed them in her smirk. She had no time to be coy and play into the humiliating scenario, even if she wanted to. “I-” she squirmed in place, both in pain and in embarrassment, interrupting herself. “Miss, I’m sorry, please, I'll be more polite with my words,” she scrambled for her words, moving the notebook down to give her domme a pleading, puppy-eyed look. “Please let me use the bathroom.” “That was much better, princess! One ‘sorry’ and two ‘please’s, I think you’ve earned it. Quick like a bunny, before you make a puddle.” Scarlet dashed from the spot, only slowing to toss the notepad onto her desk, open the office door and make sure no one would see her sprinting to the bathroom in obvious desperation. Once she was sure the hallway was clear, the ladies room door flew open and she claimed an open stall for herself. The relief washed over her, and she had to clench her jaw to hold in a deep sigh in the event someone else had been in the bathroom with her. She’d never felt her body relax as much as it had now, desperate pressure finally lifted from her poor bladder. Scarlet still allowed herself a deep breath, and got comfortable. She’d be there for a while. It afforded her time to think, but not much else. Had Emilia been plotting this as well? How long has she been hoping to do this to me? She thought back to how much water she’d been ordered to drink today and recalled a similar scenario over the weekend. I drank like four sippy cups full of fucking water! She’s been trying to make me desperate like this. What would she have done if I actually did lose control in the office? She shook her head, unable to help herself but laugh at the thought. She finished her business in the toilet—like a big girl, she grimaced to herself, imagining Emilia’s saccharine sweet taunt— and stood. Her missing medication dose reared its head again, making her dizzy and her brain throb inside its casing. Scarlet decided she was still miffed about how much Emilia had plotted this out, even if the sensation of relief (and ONLY the relief, she told herself) was nice afterwards. The walk back was filled with the click of her shoes on the floor, scoring her anger. She didn’t stop at her desk, instead heading straight back to Emilia’s office. “Miss Kane, I need-” she stopped her indignant speech short, getting dizzy again for a moment. When her eyes refocused, she saw Emilia standing next to the filing cabinet. Scarlet’s eyes went wide as she realized, the one she loaded this morning with the diapering stuff. “Oh, no need for formal work talk, dear. I think mommy is in and ready to take care of you.” She pulled the drawer open with one hand, not breaking eye contact with Scarlet as she produced one of the diapers. Scarlet wasn’t sure if she was dizzy now from the headrush of blood as she blushed, the embarrassment in general, her missing medications, or the mere prospect of Emilia diapering her at work. Her arms full, Emilia returned to her desk, moving the arm mounted monitor out of the way and clearing the few stray items temporarily. When Scarlet didn’t move, Emilia gave her a look of faux-confusion, as if the implied order was the simplest, easy-to-follow command ever given. “Hop up, Scarlet. I’m going to pamper you to help you manage all that water you’ve still got to drink.” “Miss…” she stammered, lucky that she had defaulted to something close to a title in her stunned confusion. “Yes dear? Do you need my help getting onto the desk?” Emilia smirked as the diaper, wipes, powder and oil were set on the desk. The open space was big enough to hold Scarlet, just barely, but it felt ominous as she loomed over it from the opposite side. “Mommy, this isn’t fair!” she answered, giving a meek little whine. She hated that she felt her skin getting flush at the prospect, her arousal fighting with her anger in her throbbing skull. “I didn’t–” “Scarlet, baby, this isn’t a punishment,” Emilia said. She was trying to head off what she imagined her concerns to be, but she was missing the point, she wasn’t letting her talk. “It better not be, because I didn’t do anything!” Scarlet paused, closed her eyes and took a quick breath, trying to force herself not to yell. Just as much of her had wanted to give in initially. But being talked over, the mention of punishment, the throbbing in her skull, maybe even just the audacity of the act in question? It was too much. Take your pick of which, or maybe all of them combined. She let her anger speak. “Is this what you do, plot all weekend on how to domme your employees? How many times have you done that before?” Both women blinked in recognition at what was actually happening, the words hanging in the air. “Miss Kane, I’m sorry,” Scarlet scrambled again, the second time in fifteen minutes to avoid catastrophe in Emilia’s office. “I…can see why you thought that.” Emilia looked at the diaper, pensive. Scarlet couldn’t tell if it had hurt the way she’d wanted to in her anger. She hoped more than anything before that she was wrong. “I didn’t mean it. I just–” “You’re fine to be overwhelmed, dear,” Emilia supplied when Scarlet couldn’t finish her own thought. She didn’t seem hurt, but Scarlet heard words she’d been dreading; “Does this mean you’re done?” Emilia turned back to her, looking more like she’d had an appointment cancel at the last minute, than the end of a relationship. “No!” she pleaded. It was so frustrating how she couldn’t manage to talk her way out of anything with Emilia. “No, not at all. I…” Scarlet cringed to herself. She’d done it again, stuck her foot in her mouth in anger. It was almost worse that this could be attributed to her medication slip, like she’d relapsed on her deplorable habits in more ways than one. “I take it back. I felt backed into a corner and I tried being hurtful. I’ve been miserable all day from missing one of my prescriptions and-” she sighed in frustration at herself, but was blocked from continuing. “Easy, easy, no harm no foul, dear-” Emilia cut her off, preempting the onsetting ramble. “We’ll dissect that issue with your medication another time. It takes much more to wound me than that. Are you okay?” The sudden tenderness in Emilia’s voice confused her, unsure of, yet again, why Emilia had deemed her so easily forgiven again. “That…that’s what you’re worried about?” She finally landed on, feeling dumb. “Yeah, I'll be okay. I don’t get how I’m more upset about this than you are.” “Being upset at a little verbal barb wouldn’t have helped,” Emilia said, sitting at her desk. “I think you can make it up to me by getting on the desk unless you’re tapping out.” Scarlet blinked. “And the answer is ‘no,’ I’ve never dated a subordinate. Colleagues, but not coworkers, and that was before I was a domme.” The small triumphant smile gave away that she truly hadn’t been hurt. Hell, she probably took it as a compliment, I improvised something so devilish that you assumed I was a practiced hand. “Oh.” Scarlet was always verbose and collected in these moments. She felt like she had shrunk in place, her blush returning despite herself. Emilia really didn’t care. She was able to handle Scarlet at her worst, most destructive tendencies. She can handle me, she shivered, the realization washing over her like the cold fall winds. She could be physically overpowered, outwitted, go blow for blow in quips, and do her absolute worst. Emilia would be on top no matter what. Scarlet felt her skin grow flush again at the notion. “Now, if that’s all settled, and you’re ready to be my good girl again? Up up!” Emilia sang, pointing at the desk before her. Scarlet took a shaky step to obey, earning a cooing, adoring look from her girlfriend. “That’s my good girl, much better!” Scarlet was lowering herself onto the desk when Emilia continued, “Just remember, the longer you protest, the better the chance they will hear you.” Her domme pointed to the computer screen, and a small security camera feed showed two people in front of the office. Scarlet’s eyes went wide as she recognized Chris and Lila opening the front door.

IMO Mr. King couldn't write his way out of a wet paper bag. He's a literary giant ego.

good story. Only one ending is missing. I once read a story about a similar law, named "The Diaper Law." But this story is unfinished because the website no longer allows updates or additions. In this story, the law only affects men (but I hoped it would include women later). Mothers receive a pill that generates milk production. This breast milk is addictive and reduces the size of children. Another pill cancels the effects. Milk reduces a 13-year-old boy until he seems 5 years old. His younger brother of 9 tries to escape before the same happens. https://www.ararchive.com/index.php?option=com_ewriting&Itemid=7&func=storyinfo&story=1428

Pretty much all that has been mentioned will kill off a story for me. I am not a fan of having minors as the centre of a story (sexual or not), I think that it can show our community in a bad light; I do of course make exceptions when people talk about their own childhoods in a discussion for example.