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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/

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 8 --- As Sarah slipped back into Kate's room, she was greeted by the sight of her best friend already snuggled under the covers, the glow of the TV casting soft shadows across her face. Kate looked up as Sarah entered, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Everything okay?" she asked, her voice carefully casual. Sarah nodded, hoping her own smile looked more convincing than it felt. "Yep, all good. Just had to take care of some boring medical stuff. You know how it is." Kate hummed in agreement, something unreadable flickering behind her eyes. "Right. Well, I'm glad you're back. I was starting to think you'd abandoned me for the bathroom floor." Sarah laughed, the knot of tension in her chest loosening slightly. "Nah, you're stuck with me. Bathroom floors are no match compared to your bed." She climbed into bed beside Kate, hyper-aware of the crinkle of her diaper as she settled under the covers. But if Kate noticed anything amiss, she didn't show it, simply scooting over to make room and passing Sarah the remote. "Your turn to pick the next movie," she said, stifling a yawn. "But I reserve the right to veto anything too scary. I don't want to be up all night because you chose 'Nightmare on Elm Street' again." Sarah grinned, scrolling through the options on the screen. "Aw, come on. You know you love snuggling up to me when you're scared." Kate rolled her eyes, but there was no heat behind it. "Yeah, yeah. Just pick something good, or I'm stealing the remote back." They settled on a classic rom-com, the familiar beats and cheesy one-liners a comforting backdrop to their whispered conversations and muffled giggles. As the movie played on, Sarah found herself sneaking glances at Kate, trying to gauge her friend's mood. Was it just her imagination, or did Kate seem a bit... distracted? Like she was only half-watching the screen, her mind elsewhere? But then Kate would catch her eye and smile, the warmth in her gaze chasing away Sarah's doubts. This was Kate, her best friend in the world. If something was bothering her, she would tell Sarah. That's just how they worked. By the time the credits were rolling, both girls were yawning, the excitement of the day catching up to them. Sarah turned off the TV, plunging the room into a sleepy semi-darkness. "I had a really good time tonight," she murmured, turning to face Kate on the pillow. "I'm glad we finally got to have a sleepover." Kate smiled, her eyes soft in the dim light. "Me too. Even if you did hog all the popcorn." Sarah gasped in mock outrage. "Excuse you, I distinctly remember you stealing the bowl when I wasn't looking!" Kate giggled, the sound warm and familiar in the quiet room. "Okay, okay. Maybe we're both popcorn hogs." "Truce?" Sarah asked, holding out her pinky. Kate linked her own pinky with Sarah's, giving it a solemn shake. "Truce. But only because I'm too tired to argue." Sarah grinned, snuggling deeper into the covers. The diaper crinkled softly as she moved, but she tried not to let it bother her. It was just another part of her, like her freckles or her love of bad puns. Nothing to be ashamed of. As they drifted off to sleep, Sarah couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. She had faced her fears, diapers and all, and come out the other side with her friendship intact. Whatever the morning might bring, she knew she could handle it. Beside her, Kate was having similar thoughts, the weight of her own secret padding a strange comfort in the darkness. She had made it through the night without incident, her worries about accidents and discovery fading in the face of the successful sleepover. *** The morning sun crept through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the two sleeping girls. Sarah stirred first, her eyes fluttering open as she stretched beneath the covers. Beside her, Kate mumbled something incoherent, burrowing deeper into her pillow. As Sarah shifted, she became acutely aware of two things: one, her diaper was wet and cold against her skin, the result of a night's worth of accidents. And two, she really, really needed to pee. She froze, her bladder throbbing insistently as she weighed her options. She could make a mad dash for the bathroom, but that would mean revealing her diaper to Kate. Or she could just... go... in the already-wet padding, but the thought made her cringe. What if Kate heard the hissing sound, or noticed the fresh warmth? What if it leaked? Beside her, Kate was having a similar internal crisis. She had woken up to the uncomfortable squish of her own soaked diaper, the urge to relieve herself pressing urgently against her bladder. But the idea of getting out of bed and risking Sarah seeing her in such a vulnerable state made her want to hide under the covers forever. For a long moment, the girls lay there in silence, each hyper aware of their own predicament and oblivious to the other's. Sarah shifted uncomfortably, trying to discreetly adjust her diaper beneath the blankets. Kate bit her lip, fighting the urge to just let go and deal with the consequences later. Just as the tension was reaching a breaking point, the bedroom door burst open, a blur of fur and wagging tail bounding towards the bed. "Lucky, no!" Kate cried, but it was too late. The overexcited dog leapt onto the mattress, his paws scrabbling at the blankets in his eagerness to greet his favorite humans. Sarah yelped as Lucky's weight landed half on top of her, the sudden pressure on her bladder nearly making her lose control. She grabbed for the covers, trying to keep herself hidden, but the dog's enthusiastic wriggling was making it impossible. And then, with one particularly energetic tug, Lucky pulled the blankets clean off the bed, exposing both girls to the morning light... and each other's startled gazes.

I've been training for bedwetting over the last 4-5 years (never wet the bed over the age of 3 or so) and would consider myself a true occasional bedwetter (semantics are important but defining "true" bedwetter is probably better on another post) Quick take for me, it means that I awaken totally soaked w/ no recollection some nights (up to 3-4 nights a week, sometimes a week without any) and that I've had times where I absolutely wanted to stay dry but ended up soaking sheets anyways (such as staying over in someone’s new bed and prepping with less fluids and “going” before sleep!) Looking back, a lot of that process was a mental game, and I've not seen someone post all of the mental facets in one place so I'm doing it here to help others and get new ideas. These are potential mental hurdles to be overcome to achieve the goal. By far, the most fascinating part of my journey was the process of recognizing (some may be subconscious) and also overcoming those hurdles. Each hurdle overcome may be a step closer to being a true bedwetter (depending on how you define it!) Hope this is helpful for the journey of others too: 1) Night Diaper Wearing: Getting used to wearing a diaper at night (Was quick for me, maybe a week or so. For others it might be trickier, esp. if they have a partner who isn't aware!) 2) Night Diaper Wetting: Learning to comfortably urinate from any sleeping position with no effort (For non-bedwetters and non 24/7, being totally at ease with letting go from any position in bed can be a big mental barrier. Part of our minds tell us "not now" and this needs to be overcome- being able to wet whenever you want in a bed with ease) 3) Travels and overall acceptance: Simply, this is the mental acceptance that you’ll need diapers every night. Staying over at a friend’s place. Vacationing with family. Big business trips. Getting to the point that you accept and are willing to have this shape your life. For some this may seem nearly impossible or simply impractical. It can certainly impact relationships. It’s also a big reconciliation- beyond the fantasy of being a bedwetter, am I truly ready to accept the real world implications of being a bedwetter for life? Knowing once I cross a certain point I may not be able to untrain and become reliably dry every night? I have accomplished this step- but recognize others may not be able to easily. The degree to which each of us wants this goal (and how we define true bedwetting) varies, and that’s OK! Our mindset on this likely impacts our wetting outcomes to one extent or another. 4) Wet Sheet Concerns: Many are inclined to not want to sleep in wet sheets. At the core it can create some hesitation to wet- almost if the mind is processing whether or not it’s “safe” to wet- Conscious or subconscious processing like “Am I wearing a diaper? Is the diaper already too wet to hold more? Am I in a safe place to wet the bed? Will I wet my sheets by mistake?” This is mental, and may create some barrier to wetting freedom (There are examples on this forum of people who truly wet the bed when they have a diaper on, but don’t wet the bed if they have no diaper) There are several tools to resolve (are there more?) The blunt (probably most effective but less practical for some) is to spend weeks wetting the sheets every night and simply get used to and then accept the feeling- normal and OK to be in wet sheets all night, normal to do laundry daily, etc. Conceptually, the other (easier) way is to have enough protection that the sheets won’t get wet no matter how much we wet. Easier said than done, especially for side sleepers. This can also be more costly- I wear a full Abena and robust Abena pad with rubber pants and underpad nightly, but still often have leaks through to the sheets. The other mental piece here can be acceptance- being OK when wet sheets happen. Self-talk such as “Great, my wet sheets mean the training is working and I’m getting closer to my goal” and “Wet sheets are OK, they happen to bedwetters sometimes” may help. 5) Multiple wettings (largely related to above) meaning whether or not you wet each time you awaken or do it just the first time. It’s just another facet of 4 above. Most of my wettings are early in sleep (before 2 AM) and I don’t tend to wet if I already have earlier (awake or not the first time) As mentioned above, it’s probably a barrier. A slightly awake measure of whether or not you’ll make the sheets wet when you wet. 6) Sharing with professionals: Whether or not you’ve disclosed your bedwetting to professionals. I’ve not fully done so. Certainly have talked about it to therapists (for years!) but haven’t talked to my primary physician nor specialists. Personally, on the fence for my next colonoscopy but leaning to just letting them know I wear for leakage during the day (Been wearing 24/7, Truly do leak after urinating which adds up to a pretty big wet stain by the end of day!) or even that I go at night sometimes (even sometimes when not wanting to do so) Overdue for colonoscopy but not comfortable / reconciled about how to with or without being padded up in there (day and sleep leakage) Have worn for years at massages- stated "for convenience" and it's totally accepted. But, as I’ve not told all docs, it feels to me like a mental barrier that would bring me closer if crossed. 7) Acceptance of all outcomes: Just a tip from a therapist 5-6 years ago, which was simply to be OK whether you wet or not. Idea being that if we categorize as "successful or unsuccessful" every night it adds pressure and brings us away from the goal. Idea here is to be OK if you don't wet on a given night but certainly enjoy when you do as getting closer to your goal. If we think we fail when we don't, we're putting all sorts of conscious and subconscious pressure on ourselves- enjoy the journey! 8) Any others??? PS- Hypnosis helped me a TON... Not so much that it made me immediately become a bedwetter, but more so in helping me reposition the barriers here and also change the inner dialogue. Big help on the mental piece for me!

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.

Order more diapers and boosters today. I ordered a case of tiny tails can’t wait to try those on. Did an inventory of my diapers and what I ordered. I’m going to have to order more in like 2 weeks lol didn’t realize how many diapers I would go through being 24/7 🤣

I want to apologize if I made anyone feel uncomfortable in this thread. When people think your defective, a burden, or you don’t fit their version of normal; they tend to use it as a weapon. My father wanted a miniature him, when I came a long, with Autism, incontinence, etc. I became his verbal and physical punching bag. Beatings, being chased with a knife, told I wasn’t good enough, then abandoned. I had the trifecta of the worst life a kid could have and it ruined my life. When I read stories with abuse or humiliation; it brings me right back to 10yo me walking out in front of that car hoping it killed me. Don’t feel bad, writing is supposed to be provocative, and it’s perfectly ok to touch on difficult subjects. If anything just remember, childhood trauma lasts forever.. Anyhow have a great weekend everyone and again I’m sorry if I made any of you uncomfortable.

Your developmental stage sounds very close to my own and I’m just coming up on 5 years unbroken nappy use. I think I already had steps #1 and #2 nailed when I went 24/7 so I started at step #3. Whilst the fact that I’ve been 24/7 diapered for a long time has caused some “degradation” of control down there, I totally agree that the bedwetting thing is a mental thing and not physiological. I do probably have more teachable moments than most overnight because these days, I'd need to pee 3 times per night (assuming I stayed awake for it). Like yourself, I tend to wet in the first trimester of the night and I’ve realised it’s not even related to a full bladder. It’s just something my body does now some nights. Like yourself, this new habit is a total non-respecter of place or circumstance. It happens when it happens and wherever I happen to be, that’s WHERE it happens.

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

Now you have some extra motivation to find an income source. May both your bank account and your diapers never run out of liquidity...

The amount of times as a kid I slept in the same unchanged bed. My mother refused to change my bed every day. I just got used to it. Often I peed it deliberately to warm it up a bit.

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

Seen they were cloth backed usually not a fan of cloth backed

12.6 Million to Freedom…. Twelve point six million, it was an almost unfathomably large number that equaled roughly 5 years….. It was the number constantly on Grace’s mind as she surveyed the clean but worn storefront. Part pawn broker, part convenience store… It was a lot of money, that stood between her and freedom. Still it could be a lot worse…. It had been twenty million that 17-year-old Grace had been chipping away at when she had forged the paperwork and dropped every cent, she had left from her folks to take over the foreclosed commercial space…. At 21 everyday was a fight to live, to avoid becoming well… Like the girl who had just sprinted into Grace’s shop. Once smart suit pants coated in piss and shit; tears smudging her make up. She locked eyes with Grace through the ballistic glass enclosure around the checkout counter. “Please!! Oh God you have to help me!! I was here on a business visa. That guy put something in my drink and is trying to kidnap me!! And everybody was trying to help him!!” Graces only response was to buzz open the reinforced metal door leading to the back which the woman wasted no time sprinting through. Thirty seconds later a 10’ tall Amazon man comes thundering through automatic doors. “Where is she!!?” Grace simply stares with a mask of controlled indifference. “You gonna buy something mister?” “I know she’s here you little bitch, that girl is mine…” Grace light’s up a Marty’s cherry vanilla cigar… “Buy something or piss off….” The hulking giant walks up to the glass and slams his fist down on it with a dull thud causing it to shake. “Little girls do not talk back you will give her to me now… In fact I think the breeder I’m selling to will be interested in you as well….” Grace rolls her eyes and punches a button under the desk and takes another drag on her cigar. A hatch in the ceiling pops open and a 15mm HMG on a servo mount swings down. Targeting laser pointed right at shitlord’s crown jewels….. After shitlord’s panicked retreat, Grace decides she’s going to have to check in on the girl, help her get cleaned up, make a call to Antonio and The Liberator’s. Hopefully they’ll be able to get her home or at least to Galt or the Islands with the right papers to keep her free and safe…. That night was rough. Seeing the girl like that brought back bad memories….. She had passed out after taking a nap on Grace’s couch in the living room of her third story flat. The second was extra inventory/a buffer zone. It was the usual set of nightmares fire, smoke, gunshots, and screaming. A friend of her father’s carrying her to safety as their home burned and smoke filled the tunnels. Her mother was an exo-pilot one of the best in their ad-hoc militia, her father was a firefighter and a medic. Both had died on the front while other’s tried to get the small children, wounded, and disabled out……. The door creaked open allowing a small sliver of light to slip in. She reflexively dove for the side arm strapped to edge bed and got about half way there before realizing it was only the girl. Mikala that was her name. She was standing there in one of Grace’s old sweat shirts. She was almost inbetweener height at 5’9”, compared to Grace’s 4’3”. Combined with her sharp facial features, short cut blond pixie, and nose stud…. All Grace could do was stare. “I heard you screaming, and I came to check and see….” “I’m okay just…” “Shit I was having the same problem after today.” Grace could only swallow as Mikala peeled off the borrowed sweat shirt. Revealing a toned figure, firm breasts, and a neat thatch of hair. From there it was all a tangle of sweaty limbs, grasping hands, and muffled gasps/squeals. Both needed something else to think about, to not be alone, and after about thirty minutes of desperately reaching out; both Grace and Mikala were able to get some sleep.

Here is what I do: FIRST; I keep my ABLG material on a flash drive so that I can remove it from the machine if I am going to be away fro any lenght of time. Then If I want some part of DD or other related item I save a link to ti on mthat drive 1. Go to the thing you want saved, be it a forum, subform or thread or even a post IN wINDOWS 2. Left-click or tap on the address in the Address Bar 3. Right-click for the Context Menu 4. Select, right click or tap "Copy" or "Cut" to save the address to the clipboard 5. Leave or minimize the page and go to the folder where you want to put the link 6.Right -Click for the Context Menu 7. Right-Click "New" 8. On the sub-menu, select "intntenet Shortcut" 9. Click or tap in the input box. Right Click and left-click or tap "Paste" 10.Left Click the "Next" button 11. Rplace the material in the input bos with what you wish to call the link 12. Left Click the button that was the next button: YOu'rd done: Test the link

That is always a delicate line when writing stories, especially with a kink genre. The best thing for an author to do in that case is to ignore the 'suggestions' and write the story that they intended. The fortunate thing is that if the story goes to far, but stays within the guidelines of the board is to just stop reading the story. This isn't HS, so nobody is making you read a story that you don't want to read. HS teachers are the worst😁 For me, I start losing interest in a story when the protagonist is regressed to infancy, or even pre-toddler stage. I don't mind if the character is temporarily regressed to an infantile stage, but not if they are permanent

That's what I've been doing for years as well. I've noticed that even when I do use the toilet (which I do when I need to get longer in my diaper and can't change), my stream is weak and short. Occasionally I get a strong void, but it usually just a weak void. At first I tried to wait and let myself pee my pants naturally, but that I found that it was harder to go with a very full bladder. I then decided to put a timer and pee every 15 minutes. Eventually I was so used to peeing in a diaper that I didn't think about it. It's the way that diapers are designed.

Whenever we went to toys r us I would sneak off to the baby aisle to feel the 3 packs of Gerber vinyl pants. Always wishing I could buy and wear them.

Yep. This thread is basically the opposite of bladder training, which is the first line of treatment for oab. You can do the opposite and give yourself oab by changing your behavior. Ive been off and on but mostly on 24/7 for 5 ish years. I need to pee constantly when I'm not diapered. I can hold it, but it's very uncomfortable and I end up getting up to go to the toilet probably every 30-40 minutes if I'm not diapered.

Also coming up on 5 years 24/7, and I've cleared the first three of your hurdles handily. I've wet the my diaper in bed in places where it would have been deeply inconvenient, had they failed me. I've travelled with my family and shared hotel rooms on other continents and worn diapers throughout, even when I (occasionally) didn't feel like it. Bedwetting for me is an intermittent and unpredictable phenomenon. It can happen three times in one week, or once in three weeks. I define it as instances where I go to sleep, have no recollection of having awakened, and then I wake up and I'm wet, or wetter, than I was when I was last conscious. Alcohol increases the odds that this will happen. Sharing with professionals has happened - sort of - though unintentionally. The one that really counts is my primary care physician, whom I've had since I was a kid, and who obviously has a gambling problem or something, because he's still working a good-paying job, and he has to be 75. But I have not shared this with him - I'm waiting for him to retire, and then I will get a new doc, and my plan is to tell her/him that I have an overactive bladder, and I saw a urologist about it, and found out the medications are 30% effective and have undesirable side-effects, so I've chosen plastic underpants instead, next question please. But I did see a urologist - and get this: I switched from a diaper to a pull-up right before the appointment, because of some disturbance in the Force I detected, and sure enough, the first thing he asked me to do was drop my pants, in front of him and a resident. And then they made no remark about the fact I was wearing a pull-up, because they weren't there for that. So, an anticlimactic outcome. The other time was when I had an MRI during the pandemic and was given a translucent disposable gown, under which my diaper was visible to the point that a technician gave me a second disposable gown to put over my first.

I had a similar experience recently, I was walking around **major liberal American city** and saw a used rearz barnyard on top of the garbage can this week. Nasty and definitely not something I approve of as a reasonably discreet 24/7 wearer. Regarding diaper waste. Some places burn diapers for energy. I remember seeing a video about a Japanese municipality that was doing just that with the huge amount of adult diapers the aging population was using.

I like your take on Lilly. You really do this shade of gray well. On the one hand, she is treating Littles like babies. She is a cog in the wheel of Amazon society. But on the other she is a genuinely good person. It is your ability to take a character and then show them through the lens of the diaper dimension that really sets you apart from other writers. looking forward to reading more.

Oh I actually enjoy leet code problems a lot! It's just the "grind" word that kind of made me anxious. I'm a pure math major myself, and I do find coding overall to be easier than proofs, lol. No accidents so far, but I'm finding my bladder control is lessening. I can get on a day without a diaper, and I have been for some classes, but it feels a bit tense. I'm constantly thinking about how I have to pee when I'm home. Just now in a diaper, i peed myself and I really didn't see it coming at all. To some degree, I'm "diaper trained" where the pee just comes out without me thinking much about it. Other times I notice it and do my best to push it out right away, as that makes me happy. :3 So while I can go out and about without a diaper, I don't really trust myself to sleep without a diaper. It's not really me worrying about peeing in sleep as it is so uncomfortable to sleep without a diaper as I would constantly have to get up to pee. I already had an overactive bladder before finally letting myself buy diapers, lol.

Given that Pretend Again partnered with Tykables for distribution, it makes sense that they're using the same chinese manufacturer as well.

Haha sorry for taking it off topic 🤣 leet code ain't so bad when I'm diapered and dribbling away. If you can get through a math degree you can be a developer. It's a lot easier haha I agree with not living my life for other people. Which I why it's important to be financially independent. Best of luck, I believe you can do it! Any more accidents?

Shape is very similar to the Little Paws (at least with the XL - no idea with other sizes). Plastic shell is much smoother and it's got the next-gen padding that has more capacity. I never got to try the Ultra Cushies, but I suspect that it was the test run before production ran for the TT.

How so? Different shape? Or different absorbency? Or what

Thank you for your suggestions. I just don't want to live my life for other people, and grinding hours on leet code does not sound like me. I didn't really mean to turn this thread into a job application advice. Thanks for your time, though.

Training to bed wet I read book after pediatric book on helping kids overcome the same. A recurring recommendation was having the child hold their urine for as long as possible to increase capacity as well as strength sphincter. Wanting to bed wet I did the opposite never passing a bathroom without emptying my bladder. Don’t know if it worked but something sure did! Now during the day trips to the bathroom are annoyingly frequent (when not wearing) with minimal output. Plus the time from the first urge till I absolutely can’t hold it is almost nothing. For example, this past Wednesday I pulled into a gas station with no concern whatsoever. Standing beside the car pumping gas the urge hit. In no time it was wave after wave. Despite my best effort by the time I left the station the content of my bladder was in my Goodnite. No Regrets.

The one thing I am so grateful and glad about being diapered all the time, is that I bypass all the need for the adult potty. I don’t use the adult potty because I am not potty trained and adult potty’s are not sex and gender inclusive. It’s why I am in diapers and will never get out of them.

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 is such amazing news! I'm so happy you can finally start this part of your journey!

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

Yes, I have a month and a half, but I am actually a senior in college in addition to my job. I have ADHD, and it's really hard to get my brain to use the freetime I do have to apply for jobs. So I'll probably have to try to go without diapers for a bit when I graduate and am just living off my girlfriend's income until I get a job. I major in mathematics but my job is in web development and I have a lot of coding experience. The job market is really bad though right now, so I'm pretty scared about getting a job, but that's besides the point. Anyways, staying positive, I'm making good progress on diaper training, even if accidentally, and that makes me happy.

Anything sexual in diapers. Please I am a diaper prude and only like the innocent side of it. Baby diapers and pulls ups. Filters. I want to see natural beauty and age.

I am so glad I’m not potty trained and I’m kept in diapers. I’m able to go on with my padded life. I never have to worry about using the potty and I can go diapered without a worry or care in my life.

Beards!!!

Chapter 7 --- Sarah and Kate were a flurry of excitement as they settled into Kate's room, giggling as they flopped onto Kate's bed together. Sarah tried not to think about the diapers hidden in her overnight bag, or the fact that her mom would be coming over later to help her with her "medication." She focused instead on the joy of being with her best friend, the anticipation of a night filled with laughter and memory-making. As the evening wore on, the girls lost themselves in the simple pleasures of each other's company. They braided each other's hair, swapping styles and accessories until they looked like mismatched royalty. They belted out karaoke to their favorite songs, using hairbrushes as microphones and collapsing into giggles at each other's dramatic performances. But as the night grew later, Sarah's nerves began to creep back in, the looming specter of bedtime and her impending diaper change impossible to ignore. She wondered when her mom would come over to start their covert operation. Kate’s mom knocked before opening the door. “Sarah, your mom’s here. She says you forgot your medication so she brought it over.” Trying to keep her voice natural, she turned to Kate and said “I’ll be quick,” and went to meet her mom in the bathroom. Kate blinked, something unreadable flickering across her face before she smiled. "Oh, yeah, no problem! You gotta do what you gotta do. I'll just hang out here and pick the next movie for us to watch." Sarah nodded gratefully, grabbing her overnight bag and slipping out of the room before Kate could ask any more questions. As she made her way to the bathroom, she couldn't shake the feeling that Kate seemed almost... relieved? But that didn't make any sense. Shaking her head, Sarah pushed the thought away. She had bigger things to worry about right now. Like the diaper her mom was about to help her into. Meanwhile, Kate was having a minor crisis of her own. With Sarah occupying the bathroom, she and her mom were scrambling to find an alternative location for her own secret diaper change. "What about the guest room?" Kate whispered, her eyes wide and nervous. Her mom shook her head. "Too risky. Sarah might hear us in there." Kate bit her lip, thinking hard. "The garage?" "Too far away," her mom said. "We need somewhere close by, but still private." They stared at each other for a long moment, both racking their brains for a solution. Then, at the same time, their eyes widened with realization. "The master bedroom," they said in unison. It was perfect. And with Sarah occupied in the bathroom, there was no risk of her walking in on them. Quickly, quietly, Kate and her mom slipped down the hall to the master bedroom. Kate's heart was pounding as she laid down on her parents' bed, the reality of what she was about to do hitting her full force. But then her mom was there, gentle hands and soothing words guiding her through the process. The crinkle of the diaper seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet room, but Kate forced herself to focus on her mom's steady presence, drawing strength from her unwavering support. By the time the last tab was fastened and Kate was redressed in her baggy pajamas, she felt a little calmer, a little more in control. She could do this. She had a plan, she had her mom, and she had Sarah. Everything else was just details. As Kate and her mom slipped back into Kate's room, she said to her mom with a relived sigh, “We made it - Sarah is still in the bathroom” *** Sarah slipped into the bathroom, her heart pounding. She could hear her mom's footsteps approaching, the soft knock on the door making her jump. "Sweetie? It's me." Sarah took a deep breath, stealing her nerves before cracking the door open. Her mom slipped inside, a sympathetic smile on her face as she took in Sarah's anxious expression. "How are you holding up?" she asked softly, setting down the diaper supplies on the counter. Sarah managed a shaky laugh. "Oh, you know. Just about to get diapered in my best friend's bathroom. Living the dream." Her mom chuckled, pulling her into a quick hug. "I know it's not ideal, sweetie. But we've got this. Just like we practiced, remember?" Sarah nodded, taking a deep breath as she stepped back. "Right. Okay. Let's do this." She reached for the waistband of her pajama pants, then paused, glancing around the small bathroom with a frown. "Wait. Where should I...?" Her mom blinked, realization dawning on her face. "Oh. Right. We didn't really practice this part in a bathroom, did we?" They stared at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing, the absurdity of the situation hitting them both at once. "Okay, okay," her mom said, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. "We can figure this out. You lie down on the bath mat, and I'll crouch next to you." Sarah raised an eyebrow. "On the floor? Really?" "You got a better idea, missy?" her mom asked, hands on her hips in mock indignation. Sarah laughed, shaking her head as she lowered herself onto the fluffy bath mat. "No, no, the floor is great. Let's do this." The next few minutes were a comedy of errors, as Sarah tried to shimmy out of her pants without kicking her mom in the face, and her mom attempted to unfold the diaper in the cramped space without knocking over the toiletries on the counter. "Okay, lift up," her mom instructed, sliding the diaper under Sarah's bottom. "No, not that much! You're going to make me fall in the tub!" Sarah dissolved into giggles, her nerves momentarily forgotten in the face of their shared predicament. "Sorry, sorry! This is harder than it looks!" Her mom snorted, dusting powder onto Sarah's skin with exaggerated care. "You're telling me. I feel like I'm playing Twister in here." By the time the last tape was fastened and Sarah was redressed, they were both breathless with laughter, the tension of the moment broken by their shared amusement. "Well," her mom said, helping Sarah to her feet with a grin. "That was an adventure. But we did it!" Sarah smiled, leaning into her mom's side as she caught her breath. "Yeah, we did. Thanks, Mom. For everything." Her mom pressed a kiss to the top of her head, her eyes soft with understanding. "Anytime, sweetie. I'm so proud of you for facing this head-on. You're braver than you know." Sarah swallowed hard, blinking back sudden tears. "I don't feel very brave," she admitted quietly. "I feel scared and embarrassed and... and like a baby." "Oh, honey," her mom murmured, pulling her into a tight hug. "You are the furthest thing from a baby. You're a strong, capable, amazing young woman who just happens to need a little extra help right now. That's nothing to be ashamed of." Sarah nodded against her mom's shoulder, drawing strength from her unwavering support. "I know. I'm trying to remember that." "And I'll be here to remind you, every step of the way," her mom promised. "Now, let's get you back to your sleepover. You've got a best friend waiting for you, and a night of fun ahead." Sarah took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders as she stepped back. "Yeah. Okay. I've got this." Her mom grinned, pride shining in her eyes. "Yes, you do. Now go show that sleepover who's boss!" And as Sarah slipped out of the bathroom, the crinkle of her diaper hidden beneath her baggy pajamas, she felt a flicker of determination amidst the butterflies in her stomach. She could do this.

Chapter 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.

Oh it's ENTIRELY intentional. I didn't know when I'd get a chance to do another collab/fanfic like this so I decided to knock out 2 birds with 1 stone.

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

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

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.

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

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

Over the years, there were a number of times that I messed my pants or my diapers (after I’d been put back into them after toilet training). I tried to hide the evidence of my misbehavior. Sometimes I was successful, other times not. The first time I messed my pants and was caught landed me back in diapers for an extended period of time. As I got older, I got better at concealing the evidence. However, even then, I was occasionally found out because of stupid mistakes that led to some uncomfortable grilling by my mother.

I bought a case recently. I am impressed. Very solid diaper and I like the cloth backing even more than the alphagatorz or little kings. The cloth backing is much tougher than the latter. I would say the Try Agains are comparable to the Tykables Animooz. I haven't done a detailed analysis or anything but having worn both I would say they are identical in all but price and and style. So if you care more about price I would go with the Animooz. If you care about supporting an upstart business and/or the pattern, go with the Try Agains.

I've tried them.... and tried them again... and again. Yes, they are cloth back. But not like institutional/mass-market crap that's out there. They are a plastic inner back sheet where the cloth is bonded to it. Just like ABU Little Kings or Alphagators. The mass-market crap is basically just a plastic center panel and nothing to prevent the pee from flowing out the sides. And without a full plastic panel, the wings will stretch and possibly tear as well. So once again, the ABDL products are superior in every way (except for price). The tabs also hold rather well - though I've never been a fan of "velcro" either. I have a Little Kings that I had on one of my plushies and it's starting to fall apart. I may demonstrate how the entire cloth shell can be easily peeled away. But, there's no tapes then to hold it together and the plastic is thinner than a conventional diaper.