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Chapter 103: Descendants BETH WAS DRESSED and out the door feeling a little more refreshed that day. Knowing there was no filming today in class helped take some of the edge off her nerves. She made it to the cafeteria before any of the Littles’ nests to get her food and claim a table. She was joined by Livy, who had convinced her to get up early that morning. She noticed the sea of ponytails, bunches, braided pigtails, and other ‘cute’ hairstyles coming in when she identified a giant hairbow on a girl coming straight towards her table. Her mouth dropped open. Livy asked, “What?” She just pointed and soon heard her best friend giggling like a crazy woman. “Carly?” She asked, “Where in the world did that bow come from?” She couldn’t suppress her own amusement. Carly sighed, “Apparently, Miss Lilly likes styling all of her girl’s hair in the morning?” “It’s gigantic,” Livy giggled some more. “Maybe it would look okay on someone her size?” Carly suggested. “No, it’s sized for a child, but it’s definitely over the top. Leave your stuff here, I’ll watch it, and go get your food.” Beth said. As Carly walked away, Livy said, “When do I get to play with her hair. She’s adorable!” “Hands off?” Beth said, looking at her. “No worries, Beth, you can have the adorable girl, but you have to admit it’s hard to believe your too-short boyfriend is now among the cutest little girls on campus?” Beth sighed, “Personally, I think she is the cutest. We’ll have to really keep an eye out for her when we’re off campus.” When Carly returned, Beth helped her onto the taller bench seat beside her and watched her eat an impossible number of calories. “Where do you put it all?” Beth asked. “Probably in this stupid diaper later?” she responded to her. “Still no control?” Beth asked. Carly shook her head, “No unless we get rid of those nanites and the protein, I’ll be incontinent forever.” “That sucks,” Livy said. “Sorry,” she added. Carly nodded, “Yeah, it does. I guess it’s the price I have to pay to be beautiful?” Beth smirked knowingly, and Livy laughed at the part she understood. The conversation moved on to plans for the week and the weekend, and eventually, the three of them split up. Beth went to the library to a lab to study for Signals, and Livy walked to class. Just before they split, Beth saw that Carly got a message that her grandma would be picking her up for a doctor’s appointment after screenwriting. “Guess I’ll see you at narratives?” She told her after giving her a hug. “Yeah, see you there!” Beth and her shadowing bodyguard made their way to the lab, where she used a HoloSystem to manipulate a lab assignment for her signals class. It wasn’t due until the next week, but she had no desire to put things off with as crazy as her life had been! Beth spent time loading the lab materials and sorting through the assignment one step at a time. It was a bit of an exploratory lab that she was sure would have been more difficult if she didn’t have a tutor for the subject. She sighed, ‘I hope Carly and I can get through this safely.’ Before she knew it, it was time to head to her class, and she quickly discovered she was ahead of most of the class based on some of the questions being asked. At one point, one of her classmates next to her asked, “Do you understand this?” She just nodded, “Yeah?” “Care to help me study?” She realized the boy was looking at her closer than she noticed before. He was kind of cute, but she wasn’t interested. “Sorry, my study partner and I are already pretty exclusive?” “Worth a shot,” he said with a smile. “Let me know if that ever changes!” Beth nodded but started packing her stuff up as soon as the class ended to escape the awkward feeling with the boy that remained! I HAD MADE it to Screenwriting and endured a severe crush of ‘what happened’ questions until Mason stepped in, “Time to leave Carly alone, please,” he said, getting between me and a few of the girls who were clearly crushing on me even more now! “Thanks, Mason,” I said, having nearly forgotten he was in Screenwriting with me. “No problem, wouldn’t do for our group’s star to get mobbed,” he laughed. “I don’t see Charlotte anywhere?” I told him. He laughed, “I think the rest of the crew and I have decided the story is as much yours as the mom’s, though. I’m not sure who would really get the supporting role in an award?” I shrugged, “I think it’s clear the star is Charlotte; she has more scenes than I do.” “Maybe…? How’d your animation script turn out?” “Pretty good, I think?” The professor started the class right then, and we once again delved into several scripts, including mine. We were also informed the animation studio would be picking their scripts on Thursday. “I hope mine gets made,” I told Mason as he helped me down from the chair. “I’m sure it will; it sounds awesome to me! Much better than the classic drivel I came up with!” I laughed, “We’ll see! Classic drivel is classic for a reason!” He walked me out of class, and I discovered Grandma was waiting for me. “Hi, Grandma,” I said to her. “Hi, sweetheart!” she said and scooped me up. I turned red, but I had to accept my size meant being picked up was inevitable. Now that I was in diapers and a girl, it seemed to be happening even more often. “So what’s this appointment?” “It’s a follow-up with Doctor Nickerson. We want to see if there has been any change since you were in on Sunday. It’ll help us establish if we can develop any treatments moving forward?” As she said that, I felt her hand reach discreetly under the skirt of my jumper. “Let’s go get you in a clean diaper before we go, though,” she said quietly. She had me on the changing table as a couple of the other girls from my class were finishing up their own potty runs after sitting still for so long. Emma was shorter than Grandma but still towered over me as she passed by and gave me a friendly smile and wave even as Grandma lifted my butt into the air. I was pretty sure my face was redder than it had been in a few hours, at least! “What about my seminar class?” I asked her as she carried me to the adjacent hospital campus. “If you check your email, you should see that the university board of regents has voted to cancel that requirement for current students. You won’t have to attend it again this semester while you’re here.” “That’s awesome!” I couldn’t help but smile. She nodded, “Hopefully, it stays gone, but I won’t hold my breath. I’m still waiting to see who they appoint as the permanent new Dean of Littles and Head Nest Mother.” “Hopefully it won’t be worse?” I said. “Hopefully,” she agreed. “The politics have gotten ugly, though. I’m a little bit nervous at how little was said at the end of last week.” I thought back to how quickly things had seemed to die down, “That does seem a little strange?” Walking through the entrance doors, I saw Fred sitting in a chair. He waved at us as Grandma carried me to check me in with the HoloReceptionist. We sat for fifteen minutes before a nurse showed up to direct our party down a few hallways and to a room. “No front door service this time?” I asked. “Can’t always be treated special? Plus, I’m sure Holly is probably coming from surgery or doing pre-consults,” Grandpa said. “I still can’t believe she’s from my dimension and somehow is working as a surgeon here,” I told them. “It is a little unbelievable. When Beth’s dad, Cameron, was trying to keep from being adopted by Addison, she was invaluable. The judge was actually forced at first to acknowledge her credibility as a surgeon until Addison’s mom had her poisoned.” I made a face at that, “Beth’s grandma sounds like she was a real witch.” “She was,” Grandma said. “Actually, I’ve heard she’s still just as vile, just pint-sized at this point…” I was about to ask what she meant when the door was opened for us, and the nurse said, “Doctor Nickerson will be down in just a moment. Would you please have your granddaughter down to just her diaper and help her put on this gown?” “Huh…?” I started to ask as the door closed. “Does she think I can’t dress myself?” “Probably,” Grandma said. Go ahead and strip out of your uniform. Try to be careful with that adorable bow, though!” I groaned, “I don’t know what I did to deserve this.” She laughed at me, and a moment later, she had assisted me with putting on the horrible gown. It was as if the world was in on the joke, though, as it was pink and covered in unicorns and rainbows!!! The examination bed was again lowered closer to the ground. When Dr. Nickerson entered, I decided they must have custom-designed examination rooms for her. “Hi Carly, Amanda, Fred,” she said as she came in and closed the door. They made some pleasant small talk before she started to get serious. There was a stool that was ‘tall for her,’ and a moment later, she sat on it while holding a tablet. “Okay, Carly. I want to go ahead and start scanning you. Can you just lay back on the bed for me?” I nodded and laid back, suddenly feeling a few belts go across me automatically. “Don’t worry, Carly. I just want to make absolutely sure you stay still for this scan. It’ll only take half a minute.” I sat still, held down by the belts from the top of my chest to my hips, knees, and ankles. About thirty seconds later, there was a ‘beep’ sound, and the straps retracted. “One second,” she said, “You can sit up now.” I did so and watched her manipulate a projected hologram for a few minutes. I thought I could decipher my bladder, spine, and a few other details until she zoomed all the way in. Grandpa joined her and looked at the data himself. The two whispered off to the side for a couple of moments before returning to me. “Okay, so let’s just get this over with, Carly. Right now, you have enough of that protein we discussed before built up on your nervous centers that there is no way you can control your bladder or bowels. If I didn’t know the story, I would believe you had been breastfeeding for a good five years to get this level of effect.” “Five years?!?” I asked. She nodded. “Without any breaks at that!” “Breaks help?” “Somewhat,” she shrugged, “For me, in the beginning, if I didn’t nurse during the week, I would regain some control, at least in my bowels. At this point, though, it’s just a moot point.” “Wait… you still???” She shrugged, “Mommy had a rejuvenation treatment so she could continue nursing me. It’s addictive, but most importantly, quite pleasant if you like your mommy?” “That may go under the file of things I never needed or wanted to know?” She laughed, “You asked!” Turning to Grandma, “Did you have any luck analyzing those nanites?” I looked at Grandma, who nodded, “I think there’s a reason the nanites she came with haven’t done anything.” “What?” I asked. “Your nanites are direct descendants of your mothers, but these are slightly different. I think they’re actually nanites from Beth’s dad, Cameron.” “What?!?” I gasped. BETH LOOKED AT Livy in disbelief. “You think I should break up with her?” “Beth, she’s a trouble magnet! Until she came, you were doing perfectly fine! You had nothing to worry about!” “But it’s not that easy, Livy,” she told her. She felt hurt and angry about it! “What’s not that easy? Why don’t you just say the girl thing isn’t for you?” “Because I love her, Livy.” Livy sighed, “She’s going to lead you straight to an adoption, though!” Beth sighed, “Livy, you just don’t understand…?” “Isn’t she supposed to be going home at the end of the semester even if she’s not adopted?” Beth nodded, “I know, Livy.” She sighed, “Look, Livy, I can’t really explain it? I have had a couple of crushes, but I’ve never felt this way about someone before? Carly, Connor, it doesn’t matter which she is… She’s amazing, and I’ve fallen for her?” Livy sighed, “I just don’t want to see my best friend being led around in one of those stupid backpack harnesses with your droopy diaper peeking out of a dress?” Beth nodded, “Trust me, I don’t want that either!” “Then…?” “I can’t Livy… There’s just something that I can’t let go of with Carly.” Livy sighed, “Fine, I’ll drop it. IF you end up adopted, please plan on me being the first to say, ‘I told you so?’” “You have first dibs,” Beth agreed. “So, anyway… how was the party this weekend?” This time, it was Livy blushing! Beth knew she had her own hooks in her friend. Slowly, she badgered the details out of her that there was a boy named Keith whom she’d met at the party. He was another Tweener, and she was pretty sure she would have another date this weekend. As they talked, she worked to see if Livy could unknowingly help her plan her date with Carly, too! Eventually, as lunch ended, they cleaned up their trays and headed off to their classes. Beth hoped that when she saw Carly, maybe he would have some better news! When she reached the SoundStage, where their class was to be held that day, though, she found a rather confused-looking Carly. “What’s wrong?” She asked her. Carly sighed, “I’ll have to tell you later. Too many ears here?” She nodded, “Are you okay at least?” Carly nodded, “Nothing’s different from what we knew this morning.” Beth knelt down and hugged her momentarily, even as the rest of their studio gathered around them. Professor Wyler came out of the back break room and, after looking around the room, said, “Okay, thanks for meeting here today!” He pressed a sequence on his tablet, and the room became their normal classroom. “Go ahead and have a seat in your studios for now, please.” As we all moved around, Beth found herself seated, sandwiching Carly between her and Charlotte. They all turned to see the professor in the middle of the room. “First, I hope everyone has started filming as of this weekend?” He asked. Most of the groups nodded. “Studio One, how are you doing so far?” “We’ve filmed five scenes, but the special effects are taking some time with that?” their producer answered. “You’ll want to get that stepped up,” Professor Wyler said, “But that is at least a start!” “Studio Two?” “We tried to start filming, but the scenery and programming are not easy with this script?” The producer said. “We’re hoping to get scenes filmed tonight, though, finally?” “You bid on the most expensive script and definitely the most challenging. Hopefully, you have enough left for the special effects?” “That’s part of the problem; we’re having to figure this out on a budget,” he acknowledged. The professor smirked, “I do love game theory. You’ll have a chance to compete for some additional funds today!” Beth noted that the tall Big seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at that! “Studio Four?” she heard a moment later. “Why’d he skip us?” she heard one of the members ask. “No idea,” Sebastian whispered. “Umm… mostly pretty good. Like Studio Two, we’re trying to film on a budget and need some special effects for the script?” Beth grinned when she realized that, as horrible as their script was, it had also been one of the cheapest films! ‘Did PooPloders cost us?’ she wondered though, shifting uncomfortably at the memory of the stickiness. ‘I’m so glad I’m in my panties,’ she thought guiltily, even as she turned and saw Carly out of the corner of her eye. Her skirt had crept up, but Charlotte took that moment to push it down. It had been up long enough for Beth to recognize a diaper that would need to be changed after class! “So, how much have you filmed?” Professor Wyler asked them. “Seven scenes?” The producer said, “As long as we keep that up, we’ll be done before the four-week shooting timeline you gave us?” Professor Wyler nodded, “You will, but remember, you’ll need a lot more editing in your film. If possible, I would try to speed up that filming so you don’t get jammed up.” The producer nodded at him, and he looked at Studio Three. Then, he said, “You’ll notice I skipped Studio Three? I actually keep track of your filming and logs of scenes as you work. Studio Three, would you mind sharing where you’re at?” “We’re completely ‘in the can,’” Charlotte said with a smile. “And that’s how you know they’ll be able to have time to edit!” Professor Wyler smirked. “Nice job; hopefully, you were picky about your filming, though?” “Yes, sir,” Sebastian answered. “We’ve reviewed everything daily and should have all the necessary footage.” “And everything has run smoothly?” “All except one problem…” he said, side-glancing at me. “We’ll have everything on time, though!” “Very good!” he smiled at everyone. “Now, as many of you realized, you’re short on some funds, and knowing that, I’ve come up with another little game to help top up your budgets…” ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! Please press the Like Button and leave me a comment! Today, this post marks a complete year without missing a week of posting!!!! 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Sorry about the delay! I'm glad that I got done this chapter though because now I can get into the cute scenes with his new "Mommy". Chapter 4 I stirred inside a cushy prison. I couldn't move my arms or my feet, but my neck allowed for some movement. Opening my eyes was difficult, not only because of the lights outside but also because they felt crusted shut. ‘Have I been crying?’ I thought to myself. My neck hurt a little bit when I tensed the muscles, but after a few moments of exertion, I felt myself overtired and exhausted. I tried making myself aware of my surroundings, but everything was blurred. I felt drugged, and with something quite hard. In none of my years of experimentation with different substances have I felt this way. I lay for a few more minutes trying to think of anything coherent but It wasn't working. I was completely and utterly helpless in what I could only describe as a very comfortable prison. A few more moments passed and I finally felt something stir in my body. My feeling in my gut took the center stage of my mind as I felt it working on something. I wasn't sure what it was doing, but my ears perked up as I heard gurgling and strange liquid noises. The noises were rather loud, or maybe my ears were just sensitive, I couldn't tell. The sensations in my stomach kept growing and growing as the noises became more busy and varied. It all sounded like it was culminating into some climax, but I wasn't sure what it was yet. As if I was trying to answer my question, I heard a very loud fart followed by a weird sensory experience on my bottom. ‘Did I just shit myself?’. I stayed completely motionless, trying my best to not feel anything. It was hard to do though because the feelings just started to amplify as I felt more mush against my bottom. I couldn't feel it escaping at all, only the subsequent feeling of muck against my butt. I sat still for such a long time, trying my best to disassociate myself from what was happening, but my crusty eyes on top of my aching muscles only furthered an overwhelming state of discomfort. It wasn't long before my brain went overboard and my emotions cascaded. I cried hard. One might call it more akin to wailing, but I couldn't control anything anymore, and that made me very, very scared. As if to make things worse though, my crying started to feel more and more strenuous, similar to a workout that would make you overly tired. It started to hurt to cry, but the pain only made me want to cry more. I started to feel a level of pain I hadnt felt before. And I became silent. Something was shoved into my mouth and it hurt a lot more than anything else did at that moment. I felt like I was choking and I couldn't breathe as my eyes attempted to jump from their sockets. The world changed colors at a fast pace as it transitioned from a dull gray to an even duller gray. It wasn't until everything started to darken that I began to feel better. Then everything became black again. ~ ~ ~ I came back to life after an unknown period, but it was very different than before. This time I felt myself pushed against something warm and comforting with a hand on my back. The first thing I felt after that was mush running down my numb legs, resulting in a strange prickly sensation. My ears came next, and I heard screaming. “You can't take my baby!” The proximity of the noise scared me, and I only pushed my still crusty eyes closed further, hugging the warm and soft object in front of me for comfort. I heard voices from all directions that all meshed together. “Put the little on the ground!” Someone yelled. “You're surrounded, you must surrender the child.” A loudspeaker blared. “I can't! He's my baby!” The incredibly loud voice said from what I now perceived as above me. I heard active chatter from all around me, the voices became incredibly loud and I felt myself at the start of a meltdown. It was at that moment though that I felt an incredibly strong gust of air, and all the warmth disappeared. The noise went silent and I felt my body in some sort of freefall, similar to what I would expect a skydive to feel like. I wanted to cry and scream, but I couldn't begin to catch my breath in the sudden falling sensation. Then I hit something soft and warm again. The noises reappeared and I felt my stomach immediately erupt as I threw up all over. The feeling in my body came back and I felt alive again, so I cried. After what felt like an eternity in purgatory I was relieved to be able to do so. “Give him here.” I heard a male voice say from behind me as I continued to wail. I felt whoever was holding me start bouncing as my heart rate started to stabilize. “I can take care of him.” The soft female voice above me said as it calmed me down more. “I need to bring him to the hospital,” The gruff voice said again, which only helped to make me feel more uncomfortable. “I'm a certified nurse and his caseworker, I will take it from here officer.” She said in a commanding tone. I felt myself being bounced more as my cries started to lessen. The warm and soft embrace only served for comfort, and I felt myself hugging the figure tighter. After a few moments that the noises around me began dissipating and I felt the cool air on the back of my neck. The loud noises were replaced by the calming allure of cicadas and other sounds that can only be associated with a cool breezy night. My cries turned to sniffles as I felt the person holding me sit down. My body was then shifted by strong comfortable arms, and I was placed on my back looking up at deep blue eyes and the most pretty smile I've ever seen. “E..Emmy?” I hiccuped and sniffled. Emily took one of her arms from under me and shushed, going into her pocket to grab a pacifier and pop it in my mouth. I sucked on the object immediately, and it surprised me how much comfort it brought me. “It's quiet time okay?” As I regained my senses, I noticed her shirt was covered in white vomit. She took a wipe and began on my face, being gentle to not overwhelm me in this moment. “You got so dirty huh?” She said and smiled above me, but her face hinted at something else too. “Such a dirty little” her voice faltered, and her comforting smile left for a second to reveal anger. “Whe aw we?” I spoke with a lisp behind the pacifier. Emily only responded by shushing me, something I was starting to get a little annoyed with. “You're safe sweetie, you're with me okay?” Her face gave a look of pleading as she begged for me to be okay. “I don member,” I spoke again. Her face was unchanged, and her confidence didn't seem to falter. “What don't you remember?” she asked me. I looked at her confusedly, and I didn't know. “Do you remember who took you?” I shook my head but felt it ache. A look of worry took over her face, and for the first time I saw her scared. This didn't help my emotions, but before I could think about it, I heard someone approaching. “Can I speak to him?” A smooth male voice spoke above me. “He said he doesn't remember much, I'm a little worried...” “I just got back the scans, she gave him with some pretty rough shit.” I felt hands over my ears and muffled talking above me. The conversation turned to arguing and Emily got up soon after, not wanting to stay for very long. She changed my position again and I felt my face smush into what I could now see as her breasts. They were warm, and I felt her heart beat at a fast rate, ‘Was she scared?’ I thought. I soon heard a car door open and I found myself being lowered into a front-facing car seat. I gave a confused expression as I was strapped into the harness, something I felt was way over the top, but didn't feel like arguing. She then took a purple vial out of her bag, “This is just going to make you sleep for a bit, okay?” I immediately felt myself squirm a little in the seat and she motioned to calm me down. “I won't hurt you, sweetie, I'm just going to clean you up and get you into bed, okay? You can trust me.” Confidence returned to her voice and I immediately felt it put me at ease. I took my pacifier out of my mouth and opened it up for her and she gave me a thankful grin. “This is just going to make you sleepy okay? I promise I will take care of you.” She gave a smile of affection before then placing the purple vial towards my lips. I opened up and let the sweet tasting liquid in. She took the empty vial from my mouth, and It wasn't until a few seconds later that I felt myself returning to a much calmer slumber.

OK, there was a news article about schools locking up the bathrooms with cages and someone suggested it might make a good diaper story. Here's the beginning of one: Bob Dennis was at a loss for what to do. He was the assistant principal of a large high school, and he had perennial problems with the school bathrooms. During passing time, when the students were supposed to be using the bathrooms, he enlisted staff to keep an eye on things. He locked the newly installed cage-locked doors during class to secure the rooms. Students who had an urgent need to use the bathroom during class would often convince their teacher to write them a pass to the nurse. Occasionally, they would show up in the office asking to be let into a bathroom somewhere. In either case, someone, the nurse or other staff had to escort the child to an unlocked bathroom. It was not a workable solution. “Bob!,” the school nurse called out to him. “I need to talk to you.” “What now?” he thought to himself. He smiled. “Yes, Carol. What can I do for you?” “This whole bathroom plan is entirely unworkable. Plus, I’m worried about the health issues of kids not being able to relieve themselves when they need to.” Bob had heard this argument before. He threw up his hands. “I think I have a solution.” Bob’s outlook brightened. He was willing to try anything at this point. “You have them send any kid who can’t make it to the end of the period to me.” “I thought you didn’t want to play potty police,” Bob said. Those were the words she had used a few days earlier. “I have a new strategy. Once I deal with a student, I don’t think we’ll have further trouble with them.” “OK, explain it to me.” She did, and Bob had to agree that it could work. It was worth a try. -- Jimmy Green was a sophomore in high school. He was a smart kid and well-behaved. Not that he didn’t have an occasional run-in with school discipline. He was sitting in history class, listening to the teacher drone on and on. He became aware that he needed to pee. He raised his hand. The teacher looked up at him. “Can I have a pass?” Jimmy asked. “You’re supposed to deal with things on your own time,” the teacher countered. “I have to go.” The teacher sighed and scribbled out a pass form. Jimmy headed out of the room and stared at it. It was for the school nurse. He had heard that the nurse had a bathroom that kids had been using. On the way, he checked the regular bathrooms, and indeed, the metal gates were locked over the entrance. The nurse’s office would have to be. He entered the office and handed the pass to the nurse. “What is the matter?” the nurse asked. “I just need to use the bathroom,” he admitted. “Come this way,” she directed him into a small room with a cot. “Take your pants off and lie down.” He couldn’t figure out what this was about. Was she going to watch him pee? She was busying herself in the cabinet but dropped his pants and got on the cot. She came over and yanked down his underpants. In a few seconds, she had fastened something between his legs. “You can put your pants on and get back to class.” He stood up and then realized what it was—a diaper. They had to be kidding. “You can now use the diaper whenever you want. Get back to class.” He put his pants back on. And she wrote him another pass to go back. “Come back after school, and I’ll give you your panties back,” she said, dropping his underwear into a drawer. What could he do? This was very strange. He went back to class and sat down. As bad as he had to go, he couldn’t see doing it in the diaper. First, wetting himself wasn’t appealing, but even when he resigned himself to having to do so, he couldn’t get It started. Years of toilet training worked against him. Finally, he was able to pee. He felt the warmth spread across his crotch. He put his hand down, but the diaper soaked it up. He looked around to see if anybody was paying attention to what was happening, but they were all half asleep or watching the teacher. When the bell finally rang, he stood up. The now sodden diaper weighed heavily on his hips as he made his way to the next class. This was all too weird. The day droned on, and the final bell rang. He headed back to the nurse, who handed him a bag. It was way too heavy to be his underpants. “What’s this?” he asked. “Your panties are in there, but also, there are more diapers in there.” “More diapers?” “Yes, you’ll have to wear them to school from now on.” “For how long?” “Until you graduate. I’ve already called your mother to let her know.”

Chapter 34: LIBRA Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess Claire had grabbed a scarf from the shop on the way out, wrapping it over my head and covering half of my face to hide my identity. It was a genius idea, honestly, and it worked brilliantly as she carried me through the protests and riots filling the streets. No one recognised me as we made our way across the capital on foot. We did have a few awkward glances, allies who were worried I had been adopted against my will as they just assumed an Amazon with a little was someone who had forced it on them, but a quick ‘I’m not adopted, don’t worry, she’s a friend’ managed to allay their worries, allowing us to continue unhindered. We got to a point where the police had set up blockades, and from what I could see, there were some non-police Amazons behind them. They weren’t protesting or arguing or anything, so they were most likely on their side, ready to help when needed. But surprisingly, the numbers were very few. I guess the media likes to go very pro-Amazon, inflating the numbers of people who want to see little’s being regressed and adopted, and downplaying the numbers of supporters we have. And even now, I bet most of the Amazons who are against us are hiding at home, too scared to stand up for what they believe in, all the while littles and Amazons are risking their lives, standing up for us, trying to make this country better for everyone. All this just confirmed to me that I was doing the right thing. That this wasn’t ‘too far’ as a lot of Amazons may put it. When maybe a hundred… two hundred Amazons at most rally behind the police, and there are tens… probably even hundreds of thousands of us… it puts it in perspective how the results of the election clearly showed how much support littles had in society, and that it was only due to the politicians and media and corrupt companies that we hadn’t improved as a society. And it's not like littles and Amazons can’t work in harmony, there are a few countries out there that manage it, and we’re not even one of the worst offenders. There are many, many worse off countries for littles. No, we were capable of change, and this… this was it. This was the change. And I swear to Charlie… I was determined to make sure she wakes up to a better world. We made it to a small little laundrette on the north side of the city, a place I had never been before. “Is… is this it?” I whispered up to Claire from behind the scarf. Claire said nothing, only nodding at me, slipping into the laundrette quickly and quietly, rushing down the aisle of laundry machines, towards a door in the back. The protests were a lot quieter this far north, they were mostly focused around Parliament, but they did go on for miles. You’d see the odd person walk past with a very hastily made placard signalling their support for little’s rights, but that was about it. No fighting, no police, no large groups here. Which made it easier to sneak into LIBRA’s headquarters without being recognised or noticed. “Secret hideout in the middle of nowhere… gotta say that’s pretty cool. Like you’d see in a movie.” I commented, whispering to my friend. “Just wait til you see our toys…” Claire grinned at me as we made our way through a narrow, dimly lit corridor. “What, are you going to have a secret bookcase entrance too and everything?” “Don’t be silly, Olivia. Of course we don’t.” She replied, rolling her eyes at me as she carried me further in. Reaching a wall at the back of the corridor, there was… just nothing. Nothing at all. It looked like an office off to the side, but other than that… was just a stack of shelves. Claire reached over and wrapped her hand around the shelf frame, clicking something. “A bookcase… in a laundrette? That’d be too obvious!” She smiled at me as the wall opened slightly, revealing a light in the gap. “SECRET DOOR? OH MY GOD!” I screamed, quickly catching myself and whispering the end of it before I called it out to everyone in a five mile radius. Claire just looked down at me, rolling her eyes. “You’re so easily impressed.” “Oh shush. Secret entrances are cool. Even if they’re not bookcases.” I replied, sticking my tongue out at her. Which apparently earned me a tongue being stuck out back at me in response. Claire carried me inside, the wall closing behind us. I was now in a place I had been dying to enter for a long time, as Chris had made sure I was never allowed entry. He always said it was due to me being a ‘prime target’. If I ever got adopted during the election, or after it, I could reveal the location as people know I have ties to LIBRA. Turns out it’s also because Chris was a massive selfish fuckwit who didn’t give two shits about fucking us over and ruining our lives. Okay… maybe I didn’t let it all out when I was pummelling his face before, it seems there’s still a lot of pent up rage from what he did to Charlie. That was for future Liv to worry about. Present Liv gets to take control of that fucker’s organisation and turn it against him… and the Amazons. I wondered what toys they had, what reach they had, what information… it was all going to finally be available to me, so I could make little’s lives better. But… I had no desire to keep control of it. To me, this organisation was tainted by Chris, and I would happily burn it to the ground. But when I do that, I will make something from the ashes, using the people I can trust who work here, to work for the betterment of littles. For now, I’ll reluctantly use it, see if the people here are really as trustworthy and empathetic as Claire makes them out to be, and help them rally together to assist those out there risking their lives protesting. “So be on your best behaviour, Liv…” Claire said as she carried me through the cramped, dark corridor leading to a bright light at the other end. “Oh come on… you know me.” “I know, I just have to remind you. Because I trust these people.” “Like you trusted Chris?” “Touché…” She replied, sighing. “Look, Chris took us all by surprise. But this lot… These are the ones who volunteered. They don’t get any financial gain or power from helping littles, unlike that backstabbing fuck.” “How many are Amazons?” “About a third of them actually.” “Wow… I was expecting less.” “Yeah, we are all here wanting to make the country a better place for littles. So they’ll listen to you, they know what you’re fighting for.” “Fine. I’ll trust them because you do. But if any…” “Oh if we have any others like Chris, I’ll be the first to kick them out.” She grinned at me. “Good. Umm… Claire?” “Yes, sweetie?” “Isn’t it a little… quiet?” “Huh? What do you mean?” “I would have thought the hub for the rebellion would be… I dunno… bustling? Chaotic? Especially with so many protests going on right now? And with their leader gone…” “You’re right… stay close.” Claire said, tightening her grip on me. “Not like I can go anywhere… you’re still carrying me…” I muttered to myself as she got closer to the opening at the end of the corridor. “CLAIRE! THANK FUCK!” A voice said from the other side of the room, followed by the shuffling of many pairs of feet towards us. I looked around to see about eight littles and three Amazons all rushing over to us. “Oh my… is that…?” Another, much deeper, voice said from the tiny crowd. “Everyone… This is Liv. Liv… this is… wait… is this it?” Claire said as she placed me on the ground on my feet and looked out at everyone. A small blonde-haired little walked forward, huge circular-rimmed glasses covering like a third of her face, looking up at my Amazon friend. “We lost a third, mostly Amazons, when… umm… when Chris was… yeah…” The little started explaining. “So a third were still loyal to him? Figures. What about the other third?” Claire asked. “They’re out in the protests, taking part, collecting intel.” “So we’re down a third… and half of what we have left are out in the field. Great. So what are you doing here?” “Umm… nothing… at least right now. We take the intel the ones in the field give us, but then we don’t know what to do! We have no instructions, as we don’t know whether to carry on with Chris’ instructions or not.” “Well I have help in that regard…” Claire said as she pushed me forward gently. I waved awkwardly, blushing at the crowd who all looked at me with a mix of wonder and bewilderment. “I mean… Great… but… umm… she knows nothing.” The blonde little said, clearly unimpressed by my arrival. So I stepped forward. “Then get me up to date and I can help. This isn’t the first time I’ve organised people. I ran my own thing at my shop, saving littles.” I replied. “We know, and we appreciate what you did. You even saved some of the people in LIBRA, they joined because of what you did. But… this isn’t just saving one little from an Amazon…” “And she’s capable of a lot, trust me.” Claire said, winking down at me. “She’s done a lot more than you will ever know. Saved a lot more people than you will ever know…” “Shh…” I warned her. I told very light details to my friends, but I hadn’t told anyone else anything about my sisters or the other places I’ve visited. “Fine. Let me show you around then…” The blonde little said, sighing and signalling to us to follow her. Exposed brickwork, tunnels leading off to who-knows-where, cables running all over the place with multiple computer stations, all with multiple monitors displaying real-time data… this is exactly how I pictured it. Though I must admit, after Chris turned out to be a bit of an evil genius, my image of this place had maaaybe turned into that of a supervillain's secret evil lair. But I saw no volcanoes or pools full of sharks, so I was slightly disappointed. “This is the basic command centre…” The little with glasses showed me through to the main room whilst the other LIBRA members hung back with Claire, telling her everything that was going on and asking her a million questions about Chris. “Sorry… I didn’t even get your name…” I spoke up, not wanting to appear rude. “Oh, yeah… sorry… It’s Dorothy. Though everyone calls me Dotty. I’m sort of the… umm… I’m like fifth down the line in the chain of command?” “So who are the top four?” “Chris… was top, obviously. Then Claire and another Amazon. Then a couple of littles.” “What happened to them?” “The Amazon turned out to be close to Chris and ran for it the moment Chris’ deception came to light. One of the littles has gone to ground, in fear of the worst. I don’t blame them, this… this is scary.” “And the other?” “He’s out in the protests right now, leading those in the field. So I’ve been trying to keep who is left here together. Thank god Claire is back, I don’t like all this responsibility. At least not during a crisis like this!” “I understand. Well it’s nice to meet you, Dotty.” “It’s nice to meet you too. I’ve been… I’ve been a big fan of yours. Even before the MP thing.” She blushed. “Oh? You have?” “You saved my boyfriend.” “I did?” “Matthew. Matthew…” “Oh I remember him! Is he okay?” “He was… for a while…” “Oh hun, I’m sorry. Did he…?” “It’s okay, he’s in recovery at your Doctor friend’s hospital after he got adopted again. We managed to get him back again, but the regression hypnosis they used was bad, though not quite as bad as the stuff they used on your little friend. He’s getting better though. I hope to go see him again once all this is over.” “I’m sure he’ll be fine, Eve is the best. Now… this is the command centre then?” I asked her. “Yes! Sorry! This is where our analysts receive and process our data, where we surveil targets and events, and run the organisation.” Dotty explained. “So you’ve got eyes everywhere?” “Pretty much.” “What about the protests?” “We’ve got eyes everywhere. Both digitally and on the ground.” “How’s it going out there now?” “From what we’ve seen… police are really struggling to hold back the number of people protesting. The turnout is… unexpected to say the least. We knew there was unrest in the population, with lots of little protests, but we never guessed that this many people would be supportive of little’s rights… and of you.” “Guess it was just a powder keg waiting for that little spark…” “That’s an understatement. This isn’t just in the capital, Liv…” “Wait, is this happening across the country?” “Oh yes, hence why they can’t get the police numbers to hold everyone back. There’s even talk of the military being called in.” “The military… oh god… that’s not good.” “But we have sources there too, and it seems like the civilian population aren’t the only ones fighting back.” “You mean…?” “Armed forces are disobeying orders on a grand scale. This… this is something we never could have predicted.” “Holy fucking…” “And that’s not all…” “What? What else is there?” “Thankfully rioting is at a minimum. There are a small number of incidents of people using these protests to destroy and steal property, but both the police and the protesters are preventing them from getting away with it. It’s a very… strange situation we’re in right now, and with no leader… we have no idea what to do.” I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. This was a lot bigger than I had ever expected, and something I never thought I’d see in my life. And now it was all on me to lead this organisation so we can help those out on the streets fight for the rights of all littles. I have no idea where this is going to go, or what outcome we can hope for from this. It could be positive for littles… or it could spell the end for little’s rights completely. But this time… this time we weren’t going to sit around and wait to have our minds wiped and our nappies changed. This time we were going to fight, even if it ended up with all of us ending up in cribs. 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Daniel is being kept under tighter surveillance than an inmate in prison. After a few days he feels like he's about to crack when Emmy tells him it's time sfor a special trip outside... --- Writing is my passion and my only source of income. If you enjoy my stories you may be interested to learn that you can see every update I post one week before the rest of the world with a $5 pledge on one of my subscription sites. There has been a lot of upheaval recently with Patreon purging a lot of ABDL content so I have tried to diversify a little so that I can continue to bring everyone stories. For just a $5 pledge on any of these you can see updates a week early and for $10 you can see all of my 50+ EXCLUSIVE stories only available to subscribers. The money I get goes to paying bills and putting food on the table so I appreciate all of my subscribers and would appreciate anyone who might be interested in supporting me to check out my subscription sites ❤️ https://subscribestar.adult/elfy https://reamstories.com/elfy --- A multi-coloured baby walker sat ready and waiting for Daniel. It had a white plastic ring which surrounded a piece of fabric that acted as the seat. Around the ring were all sorts of babyish activities and learning opportunities. Daniel could see pictures of animals with buttons next to them whilst another section had the alphabet. The bottom of the walker had wheels so that Daniel would be able to wander around in it. It was into this contraption that Daniel was lowered. His diaper-clad bottom resting in the seat which easily supported his weight. “How lucky are you?” Emmy said with a big smile on her face, “I bet all the other babies will be super jealous when they see what fun you’re having.” Daniel was cringing as he looked around him. His face was almost as red as the leg sections of his new furniture. His feet just about reached the floor and has he pushed with them he felt the whole contraption roll forwards a little. “Mustn’t forget these.” Emmy said. Daniel barely had time to turn himself around and see Emmy before his hands were grabbed in her much larger ones. He felt cloth being pulled over them and then tightened at the wrist but thanks to his cousin’s large arms he couldn’t really see what was happening. He felt his fingers getting forced into a fist shape before the cord at the wrist was pulled tight and put in a knot. When Emmy stepped back Daniel raised his hands and whined. “It’s for your own good.” Emmy said. Daniel tried to open his fist but his fingers were completely stuck. For all intents and purposes he didn’t have hands any more, they were more like clubs, he certainly wouldn’t be able to manipulate anything with his fingers. Looking down in front of him he realised the only thing they would be good for was pressing the buttons on the walker in front of him. When Emmy held out a pacifier Daniel automatically opened his mouth and accepted it. It was only as Emmy stepped back again that he realised how easily he had accepted the soother, like it was a normal thing for an adult to be using. He sucked a couple of times as shame filled his body. He hated how useless he was like this. “There we go.” Emmy said with a sigh, “Now I won’t need to worry about any little adventures.” Daniel hated to admit it but his cousin was right. There was no way he could escape like this. He couldn’t use his hands, he was stuck in the walker and even if he wasn’t the onesie made it so that he could only crawl. Emmy dropped on to the couch and turned on the television. Daniel felt like she was watching him even though every time he looked her way she was staring at the television. He was beyond embarrassed, it was certainly a new low. Daniel was quick to get bored. He had no interest in the terrible soap that Emmy was watching so he was reduced to the walker he was trapped in. He took a couple of tentative steps and found the walker moved easily with him. The middle part that he was sat in turned independently of the outside so he was able to reach all of the buttons and switches available to him. It was hard for Daniel to keep track of the time but it must’ve been an hour before he was reduced to playing with the toy. He tentatively reached out one of his hands and pressed the button next to a picture of a sheep. “Baaaa!” The speaker on the toy let out, “The sheep says baaaaaa!” --- Hours passed and Daniel had to endure the walker for a long time. It didn’t take too long for all the milk in his system to have a predictable effect and with Emmy watching television and him sitting dumbly in his seat he flooded his diaper. Daniel had been doing it best not to show what was happening as he froze up and stared into the middle distance. The heat of his fresh accident seemed to flush out of him and then creep around the front and back of his underwear. He saw Emmy look over to him and a wide smile broke out on her face. “Is my little Daniel going pee-pee?” Emmy asked in that annoying sing-song voice saved for babies and pets. Daniel obviously wanted to deny what was happening but it wasn’t easy when he could still feel himself wetting. His face turned red as he rapidly shifted his feet to turn himself away from Emmy. He shivered as he finally finished wetting himself and sucked on the pacifier in his mouth for comfort. Daniel was left in the walker until dinner time when he was picked back up and taken to the dining room table. He was placed in his highchair and strapped in before being given a very large bowl of warm mushy food. He wasn’t allowed to feed himself and had to rely on Emmy spoon feeding him. The mush wasn’t as tasteless as he feared but that did little to lessen the humiliation of being fed in such a way. He was fed well past the point of being full and by the time the bowl was scraped clean he felt the worryingly familiar feeling of being full to bursting. Even when Daniel felt like he was about to explode the feeding wasn’t finished. Whilst the food had been completed Emmy was determined that Daniel should have to stay hydrated, therefore she gave him a giant baby bottle full of juice. Daniel’s diaper was absolutely soaked and when he was finally let out of the highchair his diaper sagged dramatically. He could feel the tapes struggling to hold on to the weight of the padding. He wasn’t upright for long though, the bulk between his legs forced him down to his hands and knees. “Come on.” Emmy said as she walked slowly ahead of Daniel. Daniel groaned with his belly hanging low as he slowly crawled forwards like a baby. He felt beyond humiliated and looked longingly at the front door as he entered the hallway, he only saw it for a few moments though as he was directed back into the living room. Emmy lifted him and deposited him into the walker. Daniel pressed low into his diaper and he could feel it squeezing below him like a sponge. “You just wait here.” Emmy said happily, “Play with your toys whilst your big sister goes and adjusts your living arrangements a little.” “Wait!” Daniel exclaimed desperately as Emmy turned away. He couldn’t believe he was about to ask this, “C-Could you… Could you change my diaper?” “In a little bit.” Emmy smiled. Daniel groaned again as Emmy walked across the room to him and reached into his pocket. He saw his pacifier and automatically opened his mouth to allow it inside. Emmy ruffled his hair before turning and finally leaving the room for good. Alone in the living room Daniel looked around hopefully. Maybe there was something he had missed when trying to escape before. He scooted his restraints forwards and closer to the windows, he looked up but could see they were all closed and firmly locked. Daniel scooted the other way and looked desperately for some other way to reach the outside world no matter how unlikely it might seem. Wheeling himself over to the exit of the living room Daniel tried to move out into the hallway. He pushed with his feet with every movement forcing his diaper to rub against the seat he was stuck in. He pushed towards the hallway only to find himself suddenly jerking to a stop. The walker was too big. He pushed again and again but there was no way the walker was getting through. Daniel sank lower in the seat. He was trapped in layers of prisons. The diaper locked up his crotch, the onesie prevented him walking, he was stuck in the seat of the walker and the walker was stuck in the living room. He felt like he was in lockdown in a maximum security prison. From upstairs Daniel could hear banging and the sounds of something being dragged. He didn’t even want to imagine what was happening because he was certain it would be bad news for him. He wheeled himself back into the middle of the room and did the only thing he could: wait. An hour must’ve passed and Daniel was both extremely bored and extremely uncomfortable. His diaper was in a bad way. It was soaked and had cooled so much that it was starting to feel itchy. Daniel knew one sure-fire way to warm it up and his bladder was telling him it was desperate to empty after the large dinner he had been fed. He was concerned by how full his padding was but there was nothing he could do. Daniel froze up and started wetting. The warmth of the fresh urine washed over the diaper and against his skin, he hated to admit how nice it felt to warm his diaper up again. He was still dribbling into the diaper when he suddenly felt a drop of urine running down his leg. He didn’t immediately react but when his brain clicked that it had to be his pee his eyes opened wide and he gasped. “No, no, no…” Daniel groaned to himself. Daniel looked down but he couldn’t see his own legs thanks to the walker. He didn’t have to be able to see what was happening to know his diaper was leaking down his legs. He felt completely and utterly pathetic. In frustration Daniel banged on the plastic that surrounded him, all he was able to do was cause a cacophony of noise as he pressed the buttons. The actual structure around him was incredibly sturdy. “What is going on down there?” Emmy’s voice echoed down from the top of the stairs. Daniel instantly stopped banging around but it was too late. After a second of silence he heard his cousin’s heavy footfalls as she made her way down. He cringed as he looked around like there was any hope of hiding what he had done. Even then the puddle around his feet was getting larger. Daniel looked down at the walker and faced the door as Emmy rounded the corner and looked into the room. She remained silent for a moment before walking across to the leaking man and going down to one knee. As she looked at the urine dripping off his diaper and down his legs she clucked her tongue. “I suppose this is my fault.” Emmy sighed, “I shouldn’t trust a baby to tell me when they need a diaper change. No worries, I’ve finished upstairs. I’ll give you a bath and put you down for the night.” Daniel was lifted out of the walker. As usual his legs kicked out helplessly as he hung in the air, it was so strange to be carried at arm’s length with Emmy’s hands holding him under the armpits, her strength surprised Daniel even considering the size difference. Emmy carried Daniel all the way up the stairs in that fashion. Daniel could feel his diaper hanging so low that there was a gap between the leg guards and his skin, the cool air of the house invaded the warm confines of his diaper and made him shiver. He was still dripping as he was taken down the landing to the bathroom. Daniel was finally put down upon entering the bathroom. He didn’t try to stand, he knew that was against the rules and it had been in this room that the rule was first made. He dropped to his hands and knees and then pushed himself back so he was sat on the squishy diaper. It was like sitting on a sponge and it seemed he was squeezing more urine out of the saturated padding. He took a perverse delight in it, he knew he was creating work for Emily so as she started running the water he rocked side to side and forwards and backwards to try and squeeze as much on to the floor as he could. “Having fun?” Emmy asked with a large smile. It was only as Emmy brought attention to what he was doing that Daniel saw what he must look like. Sitting on the bathroom floor with a pacifier in his mouth and rolling around in his diaper, he looked like a baby entertaining himself whilst his mommy’s back was turned. He stopped and blushed as he looked down at the floor between his legs feeling very silly indeed. Emmy turned off the water and faced Daniel again. She took both his hands to help him stand up. She undressed his clothes which were significantly soggy at this point and then un-taped the diaper. The disposable fell to the tiled floor with a splat. When Daniel looked down at it he could only be amazed that he had peed that much. “In you go.” Emmy said as she picked up Daniel and then lowered him slowly into the hot water. The water was very shallow. It was like a proper baby’s bath and Emmy immediately leaned over the side of the tub and held Daniel’s head as if there was a risk he might slip under the water otherwise. It was embarrassing but he wasn’t allowed to do anything himself, Emmy took the washcloth and started dabbing it on Daniel’s skin. He didn’t even try to complain and the pacifier still sat in his mouth, it was quickly becoming an ever-present accessory. “My leaky little baby.” Emmy said as she soaped Daniel up. Daniel wanted to complain but he already knew the pointlessness of doing so. It wasn’t like saying anything would result in Emmy suddenly realising how crazy this all was and letting him go. He did the only thing he could do, let it happen and close his eyes as he was cleaned. He couldn’t help but wonder how he had ended up in such a mess. Daniel’s reverie was broken when he felt Emmy’s soapy hand suddenly rest on his penis. He opened his eyes and looked at his cousin just as she started rubbing up and down. His body was by now well-accustomed to Emmy’s wandering hands and it quickly responded. Daniel sucked on his pacifier in embarrassment as he felt his tool soon twitching to life. “Got to make sure baby is clean all over.” Emmy said as if she wasn’t noticing anything unusual. Daniel was soon panting through his nose a bit. He could feel his exhales moving around the plastic of the soother as Emmy’s hands moved up and down. He twisted and turned as a moan of pleasure, muffled only slightly by the pacifier, escaped him. Emmy’s hands picked up the pace whilst the heavily diluted soap provided great lubrication. It wasn’t long until Daniel was bucking his hips and gasping. Daniel’s mouth opened and the pacifier tumbled down his chest as his dick exploded. He felt Emmy hold his penis still as an orgasm erupted out of him, Daniel was looking up at the ceiling and so didn’t see where she was aiming his thick and ropey ejaculation. “Oops, looks like a little got on your pacifier.” Emmy said. Daniel felt Emmy let go of his dick and pick up the pacifier. He felt it get brushed across his tummy right where he felt the warmth of his cum resting. The pacifier was then pushed back into his mouth. Daniel could taste the salty liquid and his first urge was to spit it out but Emmy made sure he couldn’t. “Be a good baby.” Emmy chided Daniel gently, “Let your big sister finish cleaning you up.” As the man milk was cleaned up Daniel sucked his pacifier. He could taste himself on the soother, the saltiness seemed to invade his whole mouth. It was a constant reminder of what had just happened. Fortunately it didn’t take Emmy long to finish up and pull the plug to drain the water. Daniel allowed himself to get lifted into Emmy’s hands, a towel was wrapped around him pinning his arms and legs together. He was swaddled like an infant. “Let’s get you a nice fresh diaper and then put you down for bed.” Emmy said as she rubbed Daniel down to dry him, “I know you were probably scared when you were out in the big world but I promise I won’t let it happen again.” Daniel supposed Emmy thought she was being nice and protective rather than evil and sinister. He was still tasting himself as he was carried into his room. The swaddling was so thorough around his upper half that he could see nothing but the ceiling as he was placed on the padded table. His lower half was uncovered leaving him completely exposed. As Emmy bent over and pulled out a fresh diaper Daniel wriggled but the towel was not coming free. Emmy was truly living up to her word in terms of making sure he was well protected. It didn’t seem like he was going to be given any freedom to move around on his own anymore. The diaper was slipped under his slightly damp skin. Daniel was so used to diaper changes at this point that he barely paid any attention until he felt Emmy manipulating his dick and balls again. He whined and wriggled a bit more but Emmy’s large hands would not be denied. He knew what was happening and as he felt the dreaded plastic pussy sex toy wrapping around his testicles and penis he let out a complaining whine around the mouth guard of the pacifier. “Don’t whine.” Emmy said with a chuckle. Daniel thought that was easy for her to say. He jumped when the toy buzzed briefly as Emmy tested it. The vibrations stopped shortly afterwards and the front of the diaper was pulled up and over Daniel’s crotch. It was taped closed and then his legs were wrapped up again. He frowned as he was lifted up again, he had assumed he was being taken to his crib but instead Emmy took him to the bedroom exit. “I’ve made a little change to the sleeping arrangements.” Emmy stated as if she could sense Daniel’s confusion. The pair went through the doorway to the master bedroom. Daniel was carried around to the far side of the room and then was lowered. He could see bars rising on all sides of his sight until he came gently to rest on the mattress. He was finally let out from the towel swaddling and as soon as he was able to he looked around to see his crib was now at the foot of Emmy’s bed. “Isn’t it great?” Emmy asked with a big smile, “Now we never have to be apart. I can make sure you don’t accidentally end up outside again.” Daniel reached up to pull the pacifier out of his mouth and complain but Emmy pressed a button on the screen of her phone. The buzzing started and Daniel’s words became a mess of moans as his hands went down to his padding and he brought his knees together. “I think I’ll have an early night as well.” Emmy stated as she went over and closed the bedroom door. Daniel watched Emmy as she got undressed and climbed into bed. Daniel saw her wolfish smile point his way as she sat up slightly and looked at him. She then briefly fiddled with her phone before laying down. Daniel was about to ask what she had done when he felt the toy in his diaper come to life again. He reached down and whined before the vibrations suddenly stopped again. He laid down on the pillows and sighed in frustration. He had to admit he was tired, he just prayed everything looked better when he woke up the next day. Closing his eyes Daniel resolved to sleep. He could reassess his options the next day and try to find a new way to es- “Ah!” Daniel suddenly exclaimed as the vibrating in the toy started again. He looked over at Emmy but she hadn’t moved. He was soon breathing heavily and using his hands to press the diaper closer to him. Just as Daniel was sure he was going to orgasm the vibrations stopped again. He was a mixture of confused and frustrated. It soon became clear what was happening. Whatever toy Emmy had attached to Daniel clearly had an intermittent vibration mode because it kept happening. The vibrator would turn on to excite Daniel and then cut off before he could finish. It was maddening and it kept up for the entire night. Daniel was barely able to get any sleep as he was constantly woken up leaving him even more frustrated. By the time the sun came up Daniel was drooling on his pillow and his mind was a haze. Throughout the entire night the vibrator had started and stopped not letting him relax but not allowing him to orgasm either. As Emmy woke up and wiped her eyes Daniel wasn’t sure what was real life and what was a dream. 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Mom release from the hospital part 1…. The day has come my Mom was being released from the hospital after a nerves breakdown after my dad had died a year ago. He died serving our country. He left behind his wife, daughter and a son. Mom/Alice is 40 years old, 150 pounds, 5’8” with blonde hair. His daughter Sara my older sister is 17, 115 pounds, blonde hair and 5’7” taking after our mother’s side of the family. I’m Andy, I’m 70 pounds, dark hair 3' 5” taking after my father’s side of the family. I’m the baby of the family born 2 months premature. I’m 8 a mistake after not being careful but I’m loved just as much as my sister. Since Dad died a year ago I’ve become a bed wetter. Sara and Grandma (mother’s side) took care of me while Mom was in the hospital we were there to pick Mom up and take her home where she belongs. When we brought her into the house it was decorated with welcome home posters, flowers and cup cakes Sara had made. She was over whelmed and started to cry. We hugged her close and told her everything was going to be Ok and we loved her. “Thank you kids this makes me feel so good” she said. Mom sat in her chair and Sara told her she would get her a cup of tea. She pulled me onto her lap and hugged me tight. “How are you baby” she asked? “Ok Mom I miss dad so do I” she said. Sara came back into the living room and gave Mom her tea and we talked about the future. “We will all be Ok dads insurance will help we love each other and in time the hurt will start to go away but the memories will not” she said. “Sara you will be going to college in a few months”. “When things go back to normal we will be a closer family I love you both and hope we will continue to be as close as we were before”. A month later: Things were returning back to when dad was alive. We went to school Mom got a part time job so she wouldn’t be depressed. Sara was getting ready to go to college in a month and I was still wetting the bed and started to wet my pants a few times during the day so Grandma had me in pull ups during the day. The doctor said it might be because of my dad’s death that I started to wet at night and during the day. I was a healthy little boy and hopefully this will pass in time he told us. Sara and Grandma took care of my needs when Mom was at work. Sometimes Sara would find me in my bedroom crying when she got home from school. She would pull me on her lap and cry with me as she rocked us back and forth. Sara would hold me in her arms talk to me and tell me “everything will be Ok baby I’m here, Grandma is here and so is Mom now to help you” she said as she held me close and she patted my diapered bottom. There were times when Mom and I were alone that she would ask me to sit in her lap and we would watch TV. She would whisper that Mommy was here and she would take good care of me and kiss me on the forehead. I enjoyed doing this for her because it made her feel better and happy. She would often mention how happy we were when dad was still around and when I was born and we were a family. How she would take care of me giving me baths, changing my diapers, feeding me and playing with me and my sister. A month later Sara was off to college we drove her up together it was sad that she would not be around and I would miss her. About a month after Sara went to college Mom quit her job so she could take care of me better and give her Mom a break. She thought a baby needed his Mommy and that she wanted to be around when I came home from school. Things started to change with Sara and Grandma not around Mom would ask if my pull up was wet when I came home from school and if it was she would give me a clean one and I would change myself. But lately when my pull up was wet from school she would help me take my clothes off and take my wet pull up off and change me. I was surprised when she would take a tub of wipes and start to clean me with a wipe and powder me. I was a little concerned but she cooed to me and told me it was like when I was a baby and that she was so happy she could do it for me and that she hoped I didn’t mine. What was I going to say I was still the baby of the family and it made her happy? One Saturday afternoon I came in from playing ball with my friends I was covered in dirt. “Baby how did you get so dirty” she asked? “I slid into home plate and won the game for my team” I answered proudly. She took my hand and she took me to my room. She started to take my clothes off. I wondered what was going on. “Mom” I said softly “what are you doing”? “Well you need a bath and Mommy is going to give you one would you like that baby”? “Mom I don’t take baths anymore I take showers I’m a big boy now and I can get undressed by myself and take a shower”. “You’re only a baby you need me to take care of you” she said. I didn’t know what was going on but I thought I better not stop her maybe she was having another nerves breakdown. She picked me up like I was a baby and put me on her hip she walked us into the bathroom. She sat me down on the rug and started the water. “I remember giving you baths I enjoyed taking care of you”. She took Mr. Bubbles and poured it into the water. “But Mom I’m 8 I’m not a baby anymore”. “You will always be my baby Mommy will take care of you you need Mommy” she said as she turned the water off and there were bubbles in the water. I didn’t know what was going on true I was 8 but for some reason I was enjoying what she was doing and if it made her happy why not let her do what she wanted to do. She bent down and picked me up sat me down into the warm water with bubbles “Mommy is going to give her baby boy a bath just like she use to yes yes she is she cooed to me. “There we go so small and cute you are Mommy’s baby for sure”. “You are so small and Mommy wants her baby to enjoy when she takes care of her little baby boy yes yes she does” she cooed. Mom took the shower wand and wet my hair then she reached for my baby shampoo and started to wash my hair. I moved my leg and something popped up in the tub I took it cleaned the bubbles off it was a tug boat. Mom smiled at me when I showed it to her. “Baby has toys to play with while Mommy washes him” she said with a big smile. “Reach under the bubbles there are more of them”. I reached under the bubbles and search for the rest. I found them and started to play with them while she washed and rinsed my hair. Here I am an 8 year old boy even though I don’t look it being so tiny and washed by my Mom while playing with my new toy boats. She then reached under the sink and took out what looked like a picture of cookie monster she unwrapped them. It was a puppet she put her hand into it put soap on it and started to wash my chest, neck, ears, behind my ears as she cooed to me. “Is my baby boy enjoying Mommy washing him” she asked? In the back of my head I was enjoying it so I said “Yes Mom I like when you wash me” I whispered. “What was that” she asked? I looked up at her and smiled then I repeated what I said “yes Mom I like when you give me a bath and take care of me”. She kissed me on the nose and continued to wash my upper half with a cookie monster puppet wash cloth. “Ok baby stand up so Mommy can wash the rest of you” she said. I was enjoying what she was doing so without hesitation I stood up and she started to wash the rest of me. She washed my legs back and front then up she washed my hinny and in between my cheeks and my lower back. She turned me around while I had some boats in my hand she washed between my legs and my peepee and little balls. Mom took the shower wand and rinsed all the soap and bubbles off then she picked me up and started to dry me off with a fluffy bath towel. As she took me back to my room she took a dry towel and laid it on my bed and laid me on top. I missed being taking care of like this it made me relax and forget all the bulling I get at school from being so small and weak. I closed my eyes two toy boats in my hands feeling like this is what I wanted. After losing my dad Mom was still there to take care of me. I felt something push against my lips I opened my mouth and something slid in. I started to suck on it and it made me feel like a baby again Mommy’s baby again it relaxed me completely. “You were so cute then and now you are even cuter daddy would be proud of you he loved you so much” she whispered. I sucked on my new binkie as I closed my eyes my legs went into the air Mom’s hand on my ankles lifting my legs up as she slide something under me then let my legs down onto a cloud. I know how a diaper feels I was wearing them every night but this one was softer. Mom lifted my legs again and she sprinkle baby powder on my hinny and rubbed it in then she lowered my legs and did the same to my peepee. She pulled the diaper up between my legs and taped it tight around my waist. “Such a good baby boy” she cooed. “You want to be Mommy’s baby again don’t you” she asked? “Es ommy” I said with my binkie in my mouth without thinking about it. “Good boy good baby Mommy wants her baby back again now that daddy is gone I want someone to take care of again yes yes she does” she cooed. She left me for a few seconds then had me sit up on my bed. “Armies up baby” she whispered. I put my arms up and she started to put my arms though a shirt then she pulled it down. She laid me back again and pulled the shirt tail up between my legs and snapped the snaps. After eating dinner she said “All ready for beddy bye”? She put me under the covers of my bed and tucked me in. “Thank you baby I hope you meant what you said that you want to be Mommy’s baby again. She kissed me on the forehead and started to sing softly “rock a bye baby on the tree top when the wind blows the cradle will rock, that’s all that I heard and I was asleep.

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!

Hey everyone! So, it seems most are pretty split on if they want the new chapters from Emma’s perspective or not. There are still a few chapters left until that point, so if you have an opinion either way, definitely let me know. I think I’ll use chapter 12 as the cutoff date for these, so stay tuned for when I announce it then. This chapter also contains a bit of another story that I’ve been wanting to make for a little bit now as just a fun side project like the Mommy Does one that I had in another story. Maybe one day, but for now, I hope everyone enjoys it here. Lastly, for those of you reading this one, I’m still trying to determine my next story, so be sure to let me know what you want of the three stories I placed on here to decide from. For those of you who may have missed these options or whatnot, just refer back to chapter 4. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter! Chapter 9: Fun With Pash I suppose the whole notion of being slow and steady winning the race would have been my motto lately. First, it took several false-start Littles for me to finally find Emma. Once she held me tightly while she was breaking down, however, she had claimed me as her one and only toy around here. Satisfied with our connection, I decided to stay with her after naptime had ended just to test the waters of how others would react to our pairing. Miss Tully was the first to spot me nestled against Emma. “Dash? How’d you get in here?” she asked after seeing my form. I could feel her trepidation fill the room, but she eventually just shrugged and began to pull me away from Emma’s sleepy and relaxed form. I began to panic as I felt all my hopes of being Emma’s toy quickly begin to evaporate. “Nuh! Nuh!” Emma cried out, likely about as best as she could at this point. It wasn’t much, but it made quite the impact. Miss Tully immediately stopped and looked down at Emma with wide eyes. “Did you just…?” “Nuh! Nuh!” Emma cried out again, this time even shifting her body about as much as she could to try and reach out for me with her limp arms. “Oh my…!” Miss Tully craned her neck backward as far as it could go. “Diana! Get in here!” I nearly instantly heard a series of panicked running steps come into the room. “What?” Miss Dee-Dee asked in terror, likely thinking that something had gone terribly wrong. “What is it? What’s wrong?” Miss Tully shook her head. “Nothing is wrong but… look!” Miss Dee-Dee peered into the crib and saw Emma blinking at the two of them, but more importantly, for me at least, staring back intently as she could at my still hovering form above the crib in Miss Tully’s hands. “Watch this!” Miss Tully announced excitedly. Miss Dee-Dee got closer and watched the scene before her carefully. Miss Tully then lowered me into the crib and Emma seemed so happy, to my relief, but Miss Tully quickly pulled me out. “Nuh! Nuh! Nuh!” Emma wailed out, even more distressed as my form was even further from her than I was before. “I’ll be…” Miss Dee-Dee said with both astonishment and wonder. “I’ll have to tell Nancy. I’d imagine she’ll be so relieved. I know taking care of Emma has been a strain on her lately. I know she blames us for her daughter’s regression…” “Maybe…” Miss Tully said skeptically. “I actually thought I saw her the happiest I’ve ever seen her this morning, but I guess we’ll just have to see… you just never know sometimes.” The two nodded at each other and gazed back down as I was handed back off to Emma. Despite her diminished strength and coordinated efforts, her hands thrusting up toward me as much as she could was another wonderful feeling in my already spectacular day. Since then, though, the second reason why I felt the motto applied to me was the long hours I had spent with Emma since then in getting her back up to par with where I felt she needed to be. While Emma was definitely making progress each day, it took another full day for her to stay out of her locked state on her own. Then, after that, we began the journey of flexing her out and building up her strength. Fortunately, she hadn’t been in her state for too long, so the process was grueling on her body, but progress moved at a steady state. At this point, I practically became her own mini coach with her new recovery program. ‘Come on, Emma… come on… just a few crawls more…’ I was positioned on the floor by Miss Dee-Dee across her large crib. She knew that Emma couldn’t leave here until she at least mastered crawling. Before today, even rolling over had presented her mixed-up brain with some difficulty. Now, I could see her shakily move toward me one tiny movement at a time. In truth, it was more of a belly crawl than a strict crawling, but each little bit she managed toward me was better than the day before. ‘Come on, Emma… you can make it!’ I was sending out little messages of my own toward her, on top of the occasionally encouragement by Miss Dee-Dee, just to ensure she would keep up the effort. I could sense from her repulsed face that she wanted nothing more right then than to lay down and cuddle with me, but I knew she would be happier out of this room, so I continued to push. After another few minutes, she made it and we both hugged in triumph. Days like that continued more and more, and her progress was able to get to the point about four days after she had first awakened to at least be moved to the playpen section of the Meadows room. It was still the youngest tier here on the farm side and was enclosed on all sides to ensure all the Little’s safety, but outside was a different room at least. It felt so odd to me celebrating the fact she had moved up a room, instead of down like I had originally wanted for Charley, but those thoughts were always supplanted with those of pure satisfaction with her continued progress. “Congratulations, Dash!” Carmen shouted that night. “I knew you could do it!” “Yes… congratulations, Dash,” Nadia continued in her usually reserved manner. “I’m very glad that you’ve taken this opportunity to use your time wisely and help rather than hurt a Little around here.” I nodded in respect to the great lioness. “Thank you, Nadia. I’m trying my best. It’s hard work, but I’m just glad we’re making progress still. I still have to use my messaging a little bit, but I think she would just stop where she was at and not to continue any further.” Nadia raised one of her eyebrows and I could see that many other toys seemed surprised as well. “You’re still using your messaging on her?” I could hear the fury in her voice already. That being said, I knew it was a risk to do for Emma, so I nodded proudly. “Yes, and I don’t regret it. She just needs a little extra push. I see her dissatisfaction in life, and I want to help her.” “Isn’t that going a little far?” Sarge asked, coming out from behind her. I shook my head. “No, I don’t think it is. I crawled around during naptime today and I saw her chart. With the amount of FOY that they used on her that it would take a lot more than my messaging to get her past a toddler level in her physicality ever again. Mental… it’s hard to say, but I’ll stop pushing her when she’s reached her limit. I think at the rate she’s going… she’ll probably be there by next week.” Nadia hesitated and while Sarge seemed to bluster a bit initially, he gave me a tiny nod in acknowledgement. Nadia then sighed. “Very well… while I wouldn’t normally approve of such methods,” she said looking at the other toys who had gathered around us, “I will allow it for Emma. You seem to have a plan and I don’t see a reason why we should interfere today.” I gave a little bow to the leader of the toys out of respect. “Thank you, Nadia. I have to admit though that Pete has been helping me out a lot and his guidance has been instrumental in finding those boundaries.” “Then he’s a very good friend to you…” Nadia almost seemed to purr. “Be sure you don’t take the old bird for granted now, though…” I quickly shook my head. “Never…” So, days went like that for quite a while. Emma would come in and we would work on building her back up. The strange thing though was that about at the one-week mark, and about after three continual days of it happening again, I noticed I was almost having to repeat my progress from part of the day before. We still had a momentum going forward with what she was relearning, or at least re-remembering essentially, but I also felt that she should have been further along by now. If I didn’t know any better, I felt she was regressing a little bit each time she went home for the night. So, concerned that maybe I had overestimated her limit or was doing something wrong, that morning, I decided to ask Pete about it. “What do you think is going on? Is it a lapse… or something else that I’m just not seeing?” Pete stroked the underside of his beak with his wing and sighed. “I’m not sure what to tell you, Dash. It could be a lot of things… but what about her caregiver? Nina, is it?” “Nancy,” I corrected. “What about her? You think she’s doing something to her?” Pete shrugged his wings. “I honestly don’t know, Dash. It sounds like something is happening at home and Nancy is a Big… but I just don’t know what. Could be a new product or something else as well… hard to know about things like that in here though…” I nodded in resignation and we both parted with a note that I should just monitor her as best I could and see if I could discover anything odd. Then, now being able to just sit out in the Meadows room when she wasn’t napping, I waited for her to arrive. It wasn’t long before she came in, all wide-eyed and excited, but once again, a little worse off than she was yesterday when she had left. The last thing we practiced was being able to stand up with the support of an object nearby. It was practically a miracle to get to this point, and she was still pretty hopeless unassisted in standing, let alone walking, but it was progress. Now, though, her knees would hold for about a minute or so but would then begin to wobble and she would then fall back on her butt. There was so much padding that she seemed to find it funny, but it still frustrated me to no end over her continued mini regression each night. ‘What is going on with her? Is Pete right that something is happening back home with Nancy?’ It felt too horrible to believe that Nancy would want to do something like that, but knowing Bigs, both the ones who designed me for a previously singular purpose and just those I had met since I was unboxed, it was a possibility, but my new connection to my Little and the pride I felt over her accomplishments began to cloud my judgement of them. To me, it was starting to feel inconceivable that anyone would want to take all that away. Still, an hour in when we took a break from playing and trying to stand up right, I got closer to the then obviously distracted Emma. Seeing no other Little was around in our vicinity, I popped on my messaging. “Emma… Emma… listen to my voice Emma…” Her eyes widened a little bit, and I knew I had my hooks in her. Subliminal messaging wasn’t as effective at first on the listener, but if you could grow the connection a bit over time, any Little listening would be more susceptible to getting hooked at the outset and quickly listen in. Of course, she didn’t know she was under my trance, but I knew, so I pressed. “Emma… be a good girl for me. I want to protect you… keep you safe… You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?” Emma nodded as if on autopilot. “Good… very good, Emma. You are a very good girl for me… Now, is something happening at home to you? Maybe something you don’t like or something that’s regressing you?” “Ligh…houss…” she mumbled sloppily. Her communication skills were vastly improving, but they still left a lot to be desired, much to my dismay right now. I tried to reclarify, but she just repeated the word three more times. ‘What did she mean by that? Lighwhose? What the heck is that?’ I began to think intently about it, but as my mind started to put it together, I could think of only one thing she had meant, so I messaged her again. “Okay Emma… you were a very good girl for me.” She quickly smiled with a big goofy grin. “Yes… very good. Now, just nod or shake your head… did you mean lighthouse?” I waited for her to do something. It felt like there was almost a block and I nearly asked her the question again with my messaging. Then, however, she nodded. ‘Lighthouse?’ I was very puzzled by what this could even mean, but I vowed that I would find out. I just hoped that whatever it was, I wouldn’t be too late to help Emma when she needed it most now. With my answer rumbling about in the back of my mind, I broke my connection and Emma, none the wiser, just went back to going between playing with me and the cushy blocks themed to miniature haybales in front of her. Soon, Emma was immersed in fingerpainting with most of the other Littles. The whole classroom was nearly completely tarped off and each Little was draped in an oversized smock. Several of the Littles, including Emma, were placed in walkers attached with specialized plastic sheets and an easel on which to paint their own pieces. I was a little disappointed she wasn’t going to be able to use her standing skills, but I was just happy that a large smile was plastered all over her face. It didn’t take long though for the paint to be plastered there as well. I was neatly shielded in my own version of what could best be described as a poncho, and I felt ridiculous, but as soon as Emma started painting, I was quickly grateful. Bursts and splatters of purple, red, yellow, blue, green, and at least five other colors were lobbed around the immediate area. “Oh Emma. You’re such a messy girl!” Miss Tully playfully chided her as she made her way around to each of the gleeful Littles. She then bent down to see what exactly Emma was creating. I couldn’t tell, and from the look on her face, I don’t think Miss Tully could either. Being ever tactful though, she smiled. “Oh, it’s so beautiful Emma. Is that the sky?” Emma enthusiastically nodded at the recognition of the large blue area on the piece before her. “Uh huh!” Miss Tully smiled at her response and then even more when Emma just took over and explained as best she could that it was a “bu’erfwy.” Looking at the painting now, I could see the butterfly’s wings, but not much else. Right then, I was just glad I was an inanimate toy to her and not someone she would truly expect a response back from if she asked me what it was. Not long after, the paintings were then placed elsewhere to dry fully, and the Littles were each pulled away and cleaned by their respective mental or physical limitation ages. Those in the walkers, like Emma, were left until last so that those who could actually run around were taken care of first, likely as a step to prevent the room from being painted anew today by mischievous wandering and painted coated hands. ‘One day you’ll be like them Emma… one day…’ Finally, the staff made their way through most of the Littles, and they got to Emma. I had to use my messaging a few times to ensure she didn’t suck her fingers and therefore eat the paint coated on them, but I was just thankful that she was getting washed, and to be honest, from what I could see from my position down here with her slightly hiked up onesie-dress, and seeing the time, a likely diaper change as well now. She had leaked the other day and it had set back our progress a bit when we just cuddled together for about an hour. Not that I minded the cuddle, but from whatever the ‘lighthouse’ was, I didn’t want any more delays in her progress. So, then all clean, fresh, and powdered, Emma was treated like the rest to a quick spot of lunch. She still required a bib like most of the others on the bottom here, but I just went along with it for now. I wanted her to be as big as she could be, and considering where she had been, I was just proud of her for now being fed in a highchair with actual food. Her stomach and diaper after her bite of solid food took a bit of a beating at first, but I think after the nuggets yesterday at lunch hadn’t done anything disastrous to her, she was now in the clear. After lunch, I could already see the sleepiness getting to Emma and the others. I was pretty confident that she would always require at least one nap a day, but to be honest about that little bit, I didn’t mind it much. It just meant more cuddle time with just her and I, and today was no exception. With me wrapped tightly into her arms and her eyelids already beginning to flutter closed, Mrs. Gillies began to read Gilda and the Three Amazons. Of course, as she read, I found out that Gilda was a Little and the three Amazons were the Bigs desperately looking for a Little in their lives. Starved and homeless, Gilda wandered in and found all the ‘adult’ furniture and food to be too big or spicy. Instead, all the Little things were exactly to her specifications, and tired and full now, she lay down in the crib upstairs. “And the three Amazons all came home and found Gilda asleep in their once empty crib,” Mrs. Gillies continued, despite most of the Littles listening in already being asleep, including Emma. Mrs. Gillies only smiled and turned the page. “‘Can we keep her?’ the child Amazon asked. ‘Of course, sweetie,’ the mama Amazon replied, looking over their new sleeping Little. ‘First though, I think someone could use a diaper…’ The end.” Smiling over the Littles in front of her, Mrs. Gillies waved over to the other workers and volunteers, and each began their process of transferring the sleepy, half-awake, or near comatose Littles to their respective sleeping places. Most stayed in this room on their cots but Emma and one other Little were soon carried over to the Burrows room and laid in their own cribs. Still clutching onto me, as soon as we were in the crib, I shut my eyes and drifted off contently with my Little. Being a toy though, I of course didn’t really need sleep, but I still slept with Emma to first be more in sync with her, but second, to just rest my mind a little bit before the last chunk of the day and she was then picked up by Nancy. Still, as usual, I woke up before her, but today, that was mostly because of the squalling Little a few cribs over. It was Tyler. Despite everyone’s warnings, he had continually gotten himself into trouble, and was now sleeping as a permanent resident in the Burrows room, having taken over Zack’s crib who had recently been adopted by a family living up in the state of Lygonia in the northern part of the country. Meanwhile, Tyler had been regressed heavily and his needs had become much more basic; comfort, a full belly, and being well rested. If I had to take a guess, he was likely currently uncomfortable with his now seemingly always full diaper and empty belly. Miss Dee-Dee of course quickly rushed in and soothed her newest permanent charge. “Shhh, shhh, baby. It’s okay. It’s just a little messy wessy. Let’s get you cleaned up and fed before you wake the others. Come on, honey…” I stared on in fascination over the routine unfolding before me. I had seen it hundreds of times before with other Littles every day here, but this was Tyler. Maybe it was because what had happened to him was a stark reminder of what I had wanted to do to other Littles here, but his regression had hit me pretty hard and I looked on sadly as Miss Dee-Dee handled him with care, but as one might do with a baby no older than four months old at best. Of course, I knew Tyler was actually 31, but that didn’t matter anymore… especially not after a clean diaper and his filling belly of milk now by Miss Dee-Dee herself. Still, I had my own Little, and I spun back around to face her as I could hear her begin to stir. After she awoke, Emma was changed once more, and we rejoined the rest of the Meadows room. I got her to continue with her standing exercises for a while, but eventually, I could see she wanted to color more instead. Satisfied with our progress today, I let her go and she immediately laid on her belly and began to furiously scribble on a blank piece of paper. Not long after, Miss Mindy came over to check on us. “And how is my most special Little doing today, huh?” she asked down to a clearly content Emma, me lying right by her side and watching her doodle for the better part of an hour now. “Nuffin, Miss Minie!” she said, butchering Miss Mindy’s name a little bit. I made a mental note that we were definitely going to need to focus on her speech more tomorrow. “Jus’ coworing! Wook!” Emma then held up her latest drawing. There were clearly two figures on it, but I really wasn’t sure what I was looking at beyond that. I could have guessed like Miss Mindy appeared to be doing, but I felt pretty confident that I would have been wrong. “Hmmm… is it you?” To Miss Mindy’s clear relief, Emma quickly nodded. “Oh, how lovely! And who is that right next to you?” Emma beamed excitedly and almost seemed like she was about to vibrate off the floor from her intense joy right then. “Iss Pash!” she announced loudly. To be blunt, at that moment, I was a little hurt but even more confused. I knew her enunciation of words left something to be desired, but Pash? ‘What the heck is a Pash?’ I tried to wrack every corner of my brain right then, but I just kept turning up empty on who or what Pash could be. Still, Miss Mindy just smiled and praised Emma for her crayon drawing and went on to check on the rest of the mentally younger Littles in the playpen. After, Emma kept drawing for a little bit, cuddled and kind of babbled while she played with me, and then eagerly bounced around at the edge of the playpen once Nancy was announced to have made it here to pick her up. Emma had to endure a quick diaper change before then, but in minutes, she was gone. The day over, and my mind filled with more questions than I had answers to, I went and found Pete. He was relaxing on a large pillow in the Canopy room and stretched out on the comforting surface after his long day of play with his Little. “Vivian giving you some trouble, old man?” Pete rolled his eyes at my jest over his age but said nothing as he got up from his pillow and stretched out his back. “I’ll be good… just you worry about Emma. How is she by the way? Any better?” I nodded. “She is. The same thing happened today, and we had to repeat the lessons she had learned yesterday afternoon, but we made more progress and I think she’s almost ready to maybe begin walker training. Maybe tomorrow even.” Pete smiled with satisfaction. “Excellent. That’s really excellent news to hear. I’m very proud of you for what you two have been able to accomplish together.” Pete’s face then darkened a bit, however. “What about her regression though? Were you able to end up asking her?” I sighed. “Yes, but she said just one word. It was a bit garbled, and I think I’m going to work on her enunciation of words tomorrow while she’s in a walker maybe, but she just said ‘lighthouse.’ Pete squinted as if I had just told him about the oddest thing in the world. “Lighthouse?” I nodded to his question. “Maybe it’s a metaphor for wanting safety in a dangerous world.” Now it was my turn to stare at Pete oddly. “Pete… she just relearned the difference between hot and cold three days ago. I don’t think she’s dealing in metaphors quite yet.” Pete and I both had a good laugh at that one. “Maybe you’re right, but I’ll still put out some feelers with the others around here that go home at night during naptime tomorrow. They might know something.” “I appreciate it. There’s o…” I almost mentioned the while thing about ‘Pash,’ but I just let it go. Pete though, quickly noticed just as I turned to go over and join the forgotten toys group tonight. “Wait. What was that?” he asked inquisitively. I stopped in my tracks and turned to face my mentor. I sighed. “It’s uh, I think… it’s nothing, Pete. Just an odd word Emma said today.” “Oh?” Pete raised one of his brows. “Isn’t that what she does now with her speech? Combination of babble and our language can be a bit strange sometimes. Could it have just been that?” I shrugged. “Maybe? Probably nothing, but it’s just… she was so excited over this word. It felt… huge. Like something that was holding her whole life together and like twelve birthday presents combined into one word.” “Oh wow… must be something big then,” Pete mused. “Mind if I ask the word?” I shook my head. “Not at all. As I said, I think it could just be nothing. But word was… Pash.” Pete’s eyes quickly lit up. “Ever heard of it?” From his near instant reaction, Pete seemed to have definitely heard of it before and he almost seemed frozen for a few seconds after, but then he just burst out into laughter. “What?” What is it?” I felt Pete had just heard the biggest joke ever and now I really wanted to know about it as well. Pete took a second, but finally composed himself before placing one of his wings on my shoulder. “Of course, I’ve heard of it, silly. It’s you!” “What?” My mind spun with the mere implication of what Pete had just told me. “But my name is Dash. Her speech isn’t that bad, Pete.” Pete just kept smiling but then shook his head. “No, silly. Your show is mostly watched by Littles, right?” I nodded. “Well, it’s mostly guy Littles, Dash. She probably hasn’t seen you there and likely couldn’t tell you apart from Mantis or the Blur even.” “But we look nothing alike!” I protested. Those two were both superhero men from the Equity Alliance and I was a superhero dog that could run as fast as lightning on a cartoon show. Pete chuckled. “I know that, and you know that, but I don’t think she does, buddy. Pash.” Pete smirked and almost seemed to hold the name in reverence as he said it. He then looked directly into my eyes. “Dash… it’s her name for you. Patch! That’s you!” For the second time tonight in just over a minute, a revelation hit me smack in the face. I felt dizzy, but maybe relieved as well? “Hold on… she called me Patch? That’s her name for me?” Pete nodded. “Yep! Seems like your hers as well now. She’s claimed you, named you… I would say in fact that you’re almost a true stuffy. Congratulations!” I was reeling from what Pete had told me, but it didn’t take long for everyone to start congratulating me as well. It was a solid name, and like Victor’s had been, it was because of my extensive patchwork fur and stitching now, which rubbed me a little harshly, but still, she had named me. To be named by a Little was a big deal. I was still ‘Dash’ but Emma was just tightening her ownership of me now seemingly every day. As we worked together to get her better, our bond felt like it was just continuing to grow. I still couldn’t give up my name, but it felt like a sign of something more. So, looking ahead, especially with whatever ‘lighthouse’ was and her regressing, the road ahead seemed rocky, but almost seeing it all laid out before me, I felt pretty confident in saying that I would definitely be taking it with Emma right by my side.

Sorry for the long wait. I've been struggling how to get this chapter to work. I think it at least pushes forward some character development even if it could have been written a little better. Either in Chapter Three or Chapter Four, we will probably visit what is going on inside of October's head. Chapter Two Be Our Guests! How quickly it seemed I was in my old neighborhood, and then whoosh, we were here at the truck stop nearly three hours away! I could recall the exact route we had taken to get the freeway, but then everything was a blur after that! We turned right from my house and went to the end of the block, a row of houses blocking further progression. We turned left and went up until houses blocked us again, turned right, but even though the houses didn’t stand in our way like a wall, we turned at that main intersection to the neighborhood I lived in. We went up to a main street and then we went off to find the freeway. Janice’s house had been down the opposite way of where we made our first turn off of our street. Lana’s house was passed before we came to the street in our neighborhood that led to the final turn out of there. If we turned right instead of left to get to the main road through town, we would have passed my old elementary school. How quickly I was starting to miss the blue and white building. I sat in front of my empty plate, now, looking up at daddy wondering when we were going to get started again. I could smell it again. I don’t think the water helped as much as I hoped. It seemed when I sat a long time, the smell could build up. There’s no way October didn’t smell me. The blond girl next to me wiggled a little. Her head was still down. She was almost done eating, and Vanessa was talking to my dad. “So, how long of a drive have you had so far?” Vanessa asked my dad. “Well, we came from Southern San Diego,” dad told her, pretty close to the border, actually. So, with a stop for gas once, and once to check the map against the driving instructions the navigator was trying to give me, it’s been about three and a half hours.” “I see. And you are going out of state?” Vanessa shifted her leg and looked around at who was the latest person to enter. “That’s right. I’m taking my daughter all the way up to Wyoming.” “Pretty cold up there, isn’t it?” Yeah, but she’ll have more space to play where we are moving.” Vanessa looked around again. I felt like she was still on nerves even though she had said something about not expecting to be seen by whoever was chasing them. Daddy reached his hand towards her. “Look, if you are nervous we’ve been here too long, we could get going. It looks like the girls are done eating.” “Well, I would like that,” and her voice lowered. “But honestly, I sort of want to use the restroom, but I’m afraid if I do, I might miss someone coming in to take October back.” “Well, she’s probably gotta go, too, doesn’t she?” Vanessa’s mouth tightened, and she shook her head lowering it. “She’s probably wet herself by now. Our first intention when we came in, was to let her use it, but then the big stir up happened, and then you led us to your table, and no one talked about it since, and she’s not moving much right now, so I’m pretty sure her diaper is soaked.” “Diaper?” daddy looked into the woman’s eyes, and I immediately couldn’t help myself looking down at Octy’s lap. Now, I looked down there, I understood that why it smelled when I was sitting there at the table but not over there standing with Vanessa, was that my poor little peer was peeing in her pants, and as I looked, I could see that part of the inside of one of her legs was discolored from the way her light blue worn faded and torn jeans should look, and when she shifted, there were momentary moments of shifting grayness of the faded blue over the top of her pants and between her legs. Her face was blushing red. “…she didn’t come from a good place,” I heard the woman still talking to daddy. I had paid so much attention to the poor girl, I missed part of what she said. “The child can’t help it. She’s scared to speak up most of the time, and then she gets really scared when she gets found out. That’s why I tried not to say anything about it until now. I don’t want her to get worked up or start pleading that she’s sorry and draw more unwanted attention at herself.” I reached my hand out to her and squeeze her dry upper outer thigh so I wouldn’t touch her gross pee. “It’s okay,” I whispered to her wanting to calm her down. If it wasn’t her fault, then she shouldn’t have to feel like crying. But she looked exactly like she was about to do just that. Her lip was quivering, her eyes watering, and her beat red face was looking down at her lap. “You can go to the washroom,” my daddy told the lady. “I swear, I won’t let anyone take the little one.” Vanessa nodded and started off, though I could see her looking back at us, like five or six times reluctantly before she got to the bathroom door where she gave one long look before she went in. “Daddy,” I whispered to him. “I think her butt’s wet and she’s probably peeing her pants.” He nodded. “Well, there’s nothing we can do about it right now. Just keep comforting her for now, and we’ll figure out what to do when Vanessa gets back.” I smiled and then whispered to Octy. “See? He’s not mad even if you got the chair wet. It’s not your fault, okay?” The gold blond head nodded, half way up, once and fell back down, but tears still streamed down her face. But I understood. If I had just peed all over myself, and then everyone found out I had a diaper on that I peed through, I’d want to cry, too. I couldn’t do anything but lightly squeeze her leg. “Don’t worry,” I whispered. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered up at me. “I didn’t mean to emb…a…ar…r…uh…um…aress you,” she was having a hard time keeping her emotion from being a whine. “I… you… um… you didn’t embarrass me,” I was thrown off guard at her thinking she did something to me. “Uh… m… how… how should I be embarrassed?” and just like that, I found my tongue stumbling over how I was supposed to respond to that! “Because…,” but she only continued to look down at her lap, and I started to notice it was slowly getting darker between her legs again, and the smell was getting stronger. I wondered if she was actually peeing right now, and why she didn’t ask to use the toilet, but I was nervous about asking her why. What if it really set her off crying? Then she’d be really humiliated. “Daddy!” I whispered to dad. “Daddy!” He seemed to have been in a funny daydream, but when I called him the third time, he snapped out of it looking right into my eyes. “Can I take her to the car?” I asked shaking with nervousness for her. “Her knees are banging against each other, and she’s about to cry because the pee is seeping through her diaper and getting her pants all wet.” “I’m sorry, baby,” Daddy shook his head at me. “I want to get her out of here, too, but I promised Vanessa that I wouldn’t move her until she came back because Vanessa is very worried about someone bad getting her. If they are that bad, then I don’t want to risk losing you, too, honey.” I sighed and nodded. Vanessa came back eventually, and looking up at her, I wondered what she was going to do when she found out how bad Octy had leaked. Octy’s butt was all wet because there was some liquid in the chair from her doing it. The woman walked over, and reached out her hand to which Octy automatically reached for, scooting off of the seat, causing some liquid to push over the chair edge making a bit of a sound as the pee hit the floor. I frowned at it and looked at all the people around, but it was like they didn’t even notice. I took Octy’s other hand, and daddy nodded at me. “Take them to the car, sweetheart. Here.” With daddy’s key, I went out of the place with them, and I think daddy was paying the front person guy. We got to the car, and I unlocked the door for Octy and Vanessa. “You can get in the front,” I told the lady. “I’m not allowed to ride up there anyway because daddy is still nervous of me getting hurt in the car. I ride back here.” I directed Octy into the back, but just on the inside blocking her from sitting on the only free seat that didn’t have stuff all over it, and I whispered to her. “Don’t sit yet. I have some clean clothes back here….” “No!” Octy suddenly shouted louder than I’d ever heard her speak until now, but even then, it was more that it startled me than it actually being loud. She had her face all red and set and her hands guarding her pants button. I looked up at her and her face was in a fearful shock, her mouth having frozen after saying no, so it looked like she kept saying “ooooh,” but there was no sound coming from her mouth. “Octy, it’s okay. These are my clothes, and I want to let you wear…,” but she shook her head, her hands and legs also shaking. “N… n… no,” she said half whining. “He’ll find out!” “Who will find out?” I asked her reaching out to hold both of her hands again. “The people we got you from are never going to bother you again. Okay?” She nodded. Tears stained her cheeks. Her hair was oily and it smelled, but then she was probably going to the bathroom on herself for forever, so of course it smelled. “Your dad, though,” she eventually got through her silent hiccups to tell me who would find out I let her wear something. “Octy, my dad will know the minute he comes and gets in the car that I put my pants on you, and trust me he wants me to. There’s no way daddy wants you to wear those soaked things!” “B… be… because…,” but she couldn’t get her voice to sound even though her lips were shaking and trying to say what she was still worried about. “Megan, honey,” the woman in the front whispered at me. “Come here, please.” I kept hold of Octy’s hands and walked her backwards along our narrow aisle besides the front seats until I was closer to the woman. “Octy won’t know it’s okay to wear your clothes until your dad gets back and tells her that she can, I mean, if that’s really not going to be a problem.” “It’s not, Mrs. Vanessa. I would never leave my friend in messy pants, and even if we haven’t gotten to be friends, yet, I don’t want her to sit like that for hours.” Vanessa smiled. “Well, you’re not the one buying your clothes yet. Octy knows that, and she’s going to be scared to change her clothes unless your dad tells her to do it.” I frowned. “Anyone that would keep someone from getting into clean pants, is… well….” I put my finger on my mouth thinking, tapping my lips, wanting an appropriate word, but not one that would be cussing and get me into trouble. It was hard to think of a word that was okay to say. I shook my head on an obvious big people’s words that daddy would be really mad at me if I used, and then I looked up at her. “I can’t say the word that that person is, but he is one, for making her think she has to wear soaking wet pants.” Vanessa smiled at me. “I agree, but even if tell Octy it’s okay, she won’t agree to it unless your dad not only just agrees, but he tells her to change her pants.” I shook my head not understanding how someone my age wouldn’t just automatically change if something happened to make my pants uncomfortable. Dad got back to the car, and seeing the sliding door closed, but both of us standing, he motioned at me. “Honey, you should have your seatbelt on by now.” “I would, but I don’t want Octy to sit with her pants like that.” I pulled her over and turned her so he could see her butt. He frowned. “So? Tell her to take her pants off, honey?” “She won’t. I tried to let her borrow some of my pants, but she won’t even do it.” Vanessa whispered to my daddy, and he frowned. I didn’t hear what she told him, but he said “You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me” in surprised response. Vanessa just shook her head. “Octy, honey,” my dad motioned for her. “Come here, sweetheart.” She looked up at him taking the last step to get as close as the seats would let her. “Megan is going to go back and get a pair of jeans and a pair of panties for you to put on. I want you to try to wear them for me. I know Megan might be a little taller and thinner than you are, but at least the pants will be clean. Understand?” Octy nodded her dark golden head at him, and then looked to me to do what he said. I knew daddy would, but he turned away from us, so that Octy wouldn’t be dressing in front of him, and he spoke with the big woman again while I started to rummage through the clothes. Finally, I found a skirt that would be more comfortable, I thought, since skirts can sort of stretch to fit you, and I knew my panties would be tight around her waist, and probably too big in the butt, but there was nothing I could do about that. I just pulled them out, the Hello Kitty panties that were white and pink, and I smiled at her showing her. Octy smiled at me. I got up to the seat, and sat while I looked up at Octy. “Can you undo your button and pull your icky pants down?” I asked her. She nodded and slid her pants down so that I could see the diaper was infact so soaked through it, it wasn’t doing anything a pair of panties couldn’t do. I frowned as she pulled them off and some of the pee that was pooled in the soaked cotton stuff inside accidentally came down her legs and got the space on the floor wet between the seat and the sliding door. “It’s okay,” I whispered to Octy when she nervously looked towards my dad. I think she was worried he’d be mad she peed on the floor, but I didn’t think he should be. He’s the one that told her to change her pants. She eventually looked back at me when she was sure daddy wasn’t even going to look at her right then. I reached over the seat and grabbed a clean shirt for her, and an old towel. “Wipe yourself with this,” I showed her the faded purple-pink towel that was more for hands than a shower. “You need to get that pee off your body as much as you can, okay?” Octy nodded with a frown and started to wipe herself, only…. I frowned. I didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t exactly doing it right, and she let the towel drop to the floor when she wasn’t even wiped off right. I looked to my daddy, but I wouldn’t even want him to see me naked, and he’s my dad. I shook my head and handed her my panties knowing they were about to get peed on because she didn’t know how to wipe herself right. There was nothing I could do about it though. I wasn’t going to let her sit there naked. “Here, put the skirt on,” I told Octy. She looked at me for a moment frowning. I think she realized that I didn’t like how she wiped, but I didn’t really know what to do about it. I couldn’t think how to tell her she needed to do it better in places, but I wasn’t going to touch her there, gross. So, I just smiled at her and waited for her to put the skirt on. Then I nodded at her shirt. “You need to take that off, too. You wore it more than two days, right?” She nodded, but looked back at my daddy again. “Daddy!” I huffed thinking it was getting annoying that she had to have permission for every little step. “She’s dirty from wearing her shirt two days, and peeing all the time, but she won’t change the shirt.” My dad looked back at us, and frowned at her. “Honey, put the clothes on I told Megan to dress you in. Both Megan and I want you to be as clean as possible, okay?” Octy nodded and looked down, and I saw a tear come from her eye. Sighing, I tried to explain myself. “Octy, I didn’t tell on you to get you in trouble. I just can’t make you do stuff, and but, my daddy and the lady are big, and they can.” She nodded, but the tears were still there, and her eyes were wet. I hugged her, and then offered her the shirt again. It was a purple one with Tom Jerry on it, smiling at you, or at least their heads were. Why can’t she just decide to change on her own? I gave her clothes, so she shouldn’t need my daddy to tell her to change, and why did the woman have my daddy tell her to do it, instead of doing it herself? I know she’s not Octy’s mommy, but Octy knows her better than she knows my daddy. I frowned as she got the shirt on, and I scooted over to give her room to sit down. “Are you going to pee your pants again?” I asked her. I wasn’t trying to be mean, but I wanted to know if I should expect the seat to get wet, and that I might end up getting her pee on me since the two seats behind us were full of our stuff. Octy shrugged. “I already finished at the restaurant,” her voice was so low and strained when she explained, that I only caught a few syllables of what she said, but I still caught what she meant. “I don’t mean right now, Octy. I mean, can you ask my daddy or the lady to stop?” Yeah, I know. That was a bit rich coming from me since I didn’t want to tell daddy to pull over before and tried to wait until he would just want to stop. Still, I knew to hold it. I wasn’t sure if Octy knew to at least hold it. “I… I’m not sure,” Octy frowned and her voice was so quiet that I almost didn’t pick up what she said. “Well, at least scoot away from me when you get ready to leak,” I told her. “And if you do feel some go in your pants, let me know so I can try to keep away from your pee, okay?” She nodded. “Daddy, are we going to get her diapers before long? I know it’s not her fault, but I’d rather not get pee all over me from her.” “Honey, we’ll see if there is a stop later,” daddy told me. “I know this is hard for you, but she is going through a lot, too.” “I know. I’m trying to be nice. I even don’t care if she accidentally wets my clothes. I just don’t want to sit in a puddle.” “I get it, honey. I’ll see what I can do in a little bit.” I felt October move a little next to me, so I scooted closer to her to put an arm around her. “I wasn’t complaining about you,” I tried to tell her. “I just wanted it so we didn’t have to sit in a puddle for too long. I’m not used to peeing my pants, okay?” October nodded her head at me, but stayed quiet with a little frown. Honestly, I guess I was complaining about her, but it wasn’t her, her. It was just the pee. If she peed her pants so easily at the restaurant, then I had no doubt she would just sit there wetting without thinking about it. Some one had to really mess with her head to make her do that, because I think they said she was my age. I don’t understand at all. Couldn’t she fight it, even just be sneaky? Why did the woman just let her pee her pants instead of telling us as soon as daddy rescued them that she wanted to use the toilet? Why didn’t she let her go? I had so many questions, but looking at the shaking-nervous blond next to me, I knew I couldn’t ask her. I could, but I felt like it would be mean. We finally got out of the rest area parking and headed up on the road. As we drove on a bit, October started to visibly relax. I saw her fists that kept balling up, finally loosen and the length of her hands were finally seen in her lap. Her shoulders finally sagged a little, so I just realized she had been stiff that whole time, and I heard an audible sigh escape her mouth. “Are you okay?” I asked her. She kept looking down, but she nodded. “You know I’m not trying to be mean, don’t you?” She nodded with a small smile starting to grace her down cast face. A little blush heated up her face a bit. She tilted her head ever so slightly so it wasn’t as down as it was. She whispered when she spoke. “I’m sorry. I am bad, so I cause trouble a lot.” Her statement sounded sad, but she didn’t whine or even sniffle as she said this. She just looked neutral. I think she just believed that, and the way she said it, it was like she couldn’t do anything about it. “Octy, where you are running away from, are they like… um… your real mommy or daddy?” I wondered. She shook her head. “My real mommy and daddy and little sister died a couple of years ago. I should have died with them.” I hugged her. “No, you shouldn’t.” I felt the loneliness in her voice, and I felt tears come to my eyes, though I noticed her eyes were no longer teary at all. She didn’t even sniffle. It was like she just stated a fact like a computer or a robot. “My mom and dad and little sister died,” she said re-affirming what she had said. “Then my uncle got forcefully taken out of his home, and they took me. Like, I killed my parents, I got my uncle taken, and he’s probably in their prison or something. Then I messed up with the Gavins, and made their little sister potty train late because I’m stupid. I am bad.” I hugged her. Her voice was very low, and with the radio on, I didn’t think daddy heard what she said. She was so quiet and though relaxed now, her voice sounded sad. I wanted to tell her that she wasn’t bad, and that I didn’t think anything she said about her parents dying, her uncle being taken, or this Gavin people’s little girl being late to potty train was her fault at all. How could it be? She was no older than I was. “I’m Megan,” I told her in case she had missed my name earlier. “I’m ten years old, but I turn eleven in November.” “Me too,” her voice was still really quiet, barely above her whisper though a tiny bit stronger than before. “I turned eleven in December, though.” She smiled a little more, and I started to see through her dirty face, that if she cleaned it up, she might be a pretty person. Rubbing her thigh, I started to tell her about me. “We’re moving because my daddy got a good job in Wyoming, but it means I had to leave my house that I lived in since I was a baby. I was born there.” “I’m sorry,” she whispered. I shrugged. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, really,” I told her. “I’ll miss my old room, my friends, and my school, but daddy says we are on an adventure, and he’s going to try to help me stay connected to my old friends.” “That’s nice.” October still seemed very quiet, even though I was starting to get her to talk some. She didn’t seem to like to say a lot, yet. But maybe that was because of the people she came from, or maybe she was shy. Well, I’m not driving all the way to Wyoming with her in the car, if she stays that long, without getting her to talk to me. It was boring enough without anyone there, but there was no reason to be bored if you have someone in the car with you, right? “The only thing I really will miss about that house, I mean, the only thing that will be forever, is that I knew my mommy in that house.” “What happened?” she whispered. “Oh, mom got really sick like about three years ago, and then almost two years ago…,” I started to feel tears gathering in my eyes. My mom’s face returned to my inner eye, and I choked up a little bit as I tried to continue. “…she… um… she stopped breathing.” October now put a hand behind my back and patted my back. “It hurts,” she said. I nodded. It did hurt, still. But of course, she understood. She said her parents were killed. Tears started to creep down my face. I shook a little bit. “It was babyish of me,” I whispered to Octy. “But I wanted to keep the baby blocks and the baby dresser that my mom bought me.” October frowned. “You didn’t?” “We didn’t have room,” I gestured at the full back part of the minivan we were in. “Anyway, daddy says it’s time I grew up. He’s right, but it still wasn’t easy.” October nodded with tears in her eyes. “I would have given anything to keep even a baby rattle or anything from my parents.” She finally said more than two words. She whispered them very softly, and her face burned red with her ears nearly bursting into flame from her embarrassment. “So, how did such bad people get you?” I asked her. “I think I’m the bad one,” October whispered. “If you were bad, that woman wouldn’t be trying to rescue you, and I don’t know what you are thinking, but there’s no way you could have killed your parents or caused your uncle to get taken. That was just life doing things to you. It wasn’t you at all. I’m not going to blame myself for mommy being sick. Dad said she had been sick for a while before I knew, and that it had nothing to do with me. I miss her, but I know he's right. And I know you didn’t kill your parents, Octy.” She looked at me, staring, her mouth a gap. It looked like she was shocked that I said that, but it had to be the truth. How can a ten year old, or especially an eight year old, if it happened two years ago…, how can she have had anything to do with any of that stuff? “Look, Octy, I don’t know what bad things you think you did, but I know that life is chaos, sometimes. It just does things to you. So, you can’t say everything is your fault. You have to think about it. Did you do something that you remember that made men break into your house or shoot people in the restaurant or however they did it? Did you call bad people on your uncle, or tell them where he was? No, right?” October looked at me, her eyes shining, her head raised up to look in my eyes for the first time, and the shock on her face was too real for me to fathom. She had never thought of those things before, and it looked like she was trying, but something was there, behind her nervous eyes that didn’t really see me, I suspected, but were looking past me, into something that was fighting with what I just told her. I shook her. “Octy. Octy. Octy!” I finally got her eyes to focus on mine. “You didn’t do it, okay?” She pressed her lips inward, until they disappeared into her mouth, and she nodded, but I wasn’t convinced that she believed me. What could I do though? I guess saying it doesn’t just undo what she believes. Maybe she just needs me to be her friend right now. Maybe we met for a reason, like my daddy sometimes says. He says that sometimes, the universe just puts people together who need each other. Sometimes for a day, and sometimes for a lifetime. She needs me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It is also no accident that I named two other names than what I named in chapter one as friends she thought of when she recalled her neighborhood. This is to show that she was kind of popular at her old school.

Your post is well reasoned, and in the abstract I agree with you. Unfortunately, to judge from the comments that some readers leave on stories pursuing the child abuse through diaper humiliation theme, there are clearly people here cheering on the abuse, and just as clearly enjoying it. The power relationship between parent/stepparent/guardian and child is one-sided, and in the case of prepubescent children, extremely so. It seems to me, therefore, that every author mining this very popular trope should take great care with the subject matter. You have managed this issue very well in your own work, but there are others writing here that do not measure up to your standards.

Mission Improbable (Part 4 of 13) "Fuuuuuuuck!" Tracy's drawn-out curse was directed at the universe in general and her lack of progress in particular. She crumpled up the printout she had been working on. It was a rainbow of highlighter ink and pencil notes. She had gone through nearly all the records from the companies near the parking lot, and so far she had only found one lead that had looked promising. Of course, that lead had also turned out to be a dead end. Just somebody using the network to watch porn in the middle of the night. Tracy only had three sets of records left. Thankfully, those records were digital. Tracy cursed the other companies for having wasted her time by only giving her hardcopies. You'd think they'd want to be more cooperative with something as official-sounding as the I.D.I.O.D. Tracy looked out of the office window at the rooftops shimmering in the afternoon sun. The only sound in her office was the slight rattle of the air conditioning unit and a low hum that was a mixture of the cheap fluorescent lights and the traffic a couple of streets away. Kat had dropped Tracy off at her van after they had visited the last of the companies she wanted records from, leaving Tracy to do the boring part of her job. "Now you be a good, little girl while mommy runs some errands and maybe you'll get a treat," she had said and kissed Tracy's cheek. Tracy worried a little about Kat's mommy kick. Whatever was on her mind was obviously a big deal and Tracy was pretty sure it had something to do Kat's... ex-wife? It still felt weird to think of Kat as married. She decided that she would have to continue their talk the next time they were together. Just then Tracy's phone buzzed briefly Kat: Soooo, wie geht's? Find anything useful? Tracy: Nothing yet. Only 2 left. Kinda buzzed frm hi-litr fumes ;) The reply came almost immediately. Kat: Well-behaved little bunnies don't get high without their mommies. ;-) Tracy couldn't help rolling her eyes. She stuck a pencil behind her ear, put her thumb in her mouth and made bambi-eyes at the camera as she took a picture and sent it to Kat. She knew she shouldn't play into Kat's refusal to deal with her issues, but mommy-and-bunny-time was their thing and she didn't want it to stop; even if Kat sometimes took it a bit further than Tracy liked. The phone buzzed again. Kat: Aww... Is my little Häschen still padded and comfy? Or does she need a change? Tracy: Still wearing & still dry. Kat: Enjoy the afternoon. Mommy will come pick you up at seven tonight. :-* Tracy read that last message a couple of times, going over it in her mind. "Mommy", not "I". Is she planning on keeping this up tonight? I guess we're going to have to a little discussion about that. Tracy returned her attention to the computer that was busy cross-referencing the information she had already entered with the records from the last two companies. So far, nothing looked out of the ordinary. It was already at just over forty percent. Another half hour or so and it should be done. Tracy turned her chair around and put her feet up on the windowsill. Looking out of the window, she saw a man working on an antenna on the roof of the building across the street. He wasn't wearing a uniform and when Tracy got up and looked down on the street, she couldn't see anything that looked like a company truck. Tracy rolled the drone suitcase over to the desk and opened it. She brought out one of her medium-sized drones and carefully put it on the desk. Next she turned on the remote control unit and pulled out the control cable, letting it hang over the edge like a fat, yellow, spiralling snake. After opening the window a little bit, Tracy rolled the suitcase over to her sofa and laid down. She moved her hair out of the way and plugged the control cable into the socket behind her right ear. Tracy felt her body grow heavy as the familiar sensation of the security paralysis set in. When the tunnel vision began, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the drone's sensory input replace her own. After a few more seconds of darkness, Tracy found herself on the football-field-sized desktop, looking at her own giant body. She looked up and down, left and right, testing the movement of the camera. Stretching her fingers, she could feel her little pincers scrape against the fake wood. A quick thought turned the rotors on, momentarily drowning out all other sound. The noise-cancelling software activated soon enough, reducing it to a low hiss. Then, with a twitch of her buttocks, Tracy took off. Tracy hovered above the giant desk for a few seconds. Then, she slowly flew towards the window, slipping out through the barely big enough crack. The updraught from the street made Tracy shoot up and almost hit an air conditioning unit on the floor above. She cut the throttle and gravity pulled her in a graceful arc that gave her a little distance from the wall. At the apex of the arc, Tracy nudged the throttle back up and stabilised herself. She hovered for a few moments, getting her bearings, and then headed across the street. Tracy increased her altitude to get a better view of the rooftop. The man was still there. Tracy circled, trying to get a look at his face, but his cap and the fact that he was looking down all the time prevented her from seeing anything other than his rather large ears. Landing on another antenna, Tracy crawled down to get a better angle. She almost had it when the man looked up and immediately dove to the ground, rolling behind a ventilation duct. What the hell? Before she had a chance to do anything other than power her rotors back up again, the man popped back up and pointed a... something at her. Tracy's field of vision tumbled end over end as her rotors lost power and her controls froze. She fell uncontrollably, hitting a junction box at the base of the antenna before coming to rest upside down on the roof. Tracy was about to try disconnecting and reconnecting when she saw the man vault over the duct he had been hiding behind. She barely had time to snap a quick picture of his face before she was treated to a close-up of his boot, coming down hard on the camera. Tracy's eyes shot open. The sofa felt like it was a boat in a storm. It took a couple of precious seconds before she had control of her limbs again and could pull the control cable from her skull. "Fuuuck," Tracy breathed. There was still a residual tingling in her hands and feet from the safety paralysis and abrupt disconnection, but she rolled off the sofa and crawled over to the window, carefully peeking out at the building across the street. The roof was empty, at least as far as she could see, although there were plenty of places to hide. Tracy grabbed her pepper spray and ran out, barely pausing to make sure the door locked behind her. She ran down the stairs, almost tripping over some cardboard boxes on the second floor and emerged from her building into the baking sun. The door of the building right across the street was locked and refused to budge when Tracy shook it. Peering into the narrow alley between the building and its neighbour, Tracy saw a fire escape. She had to climb onto a garbage container to reach it and as she climbed it, it creaked ominously and sprinkled flakes of rust into the alley below. Panting for breath, Tracy reached the top of the fire escape. She crouched and quickly peeked over the edge of the roof. She couldn't see anybody, but there were more than enough of places to hide. Tracy slipped over the edge and crouch-ran to the nearest vent. Gripping the pepper spray tightly, Tracy slowly made her way towards the antenna, ducking from cover to cover. Tracy reached her goal without seeing anyone. She crouched silently and listened, but couldn't hear anything. Suddenly there was a screech of tires and the roar of a powerful engine. Tracy rushed to the edge of the roof and looked down, catching the rear of a black car turning the corner at high speed a block down the street. Tracy walked back to the antenna the man had been working on. Examining it more closely, she realised it was some kind of directional antenna and that it was pointed right at her office window. The control box at the base of the antenna was still open and Tracy crouched down to get a closer look. "Yeah, that's going to need a specialist to figure out," she said to herself. Tracy pulled out her multitool and detached the top of the antenna and the control box from the pole and tucked them both under her arm. The roof access door turned out to still be unlocked, a piece of duct tape having been taped across the lock, so Tracy could just take the stairs down instead of the fire escape. Once she was on the street, she headed for the parking garage. The security booth was shockingly empty. "Jamal?" Tracy called, the absence of the ever-present, old security guard suddenly worrying her. "Jamal!" "Hold your horses, I'm coming. Just gimme a minute." The voice came from around the corner. Tracy hurried there and saw Jamal closing and locking a well-concealed door. "It's getting to be so bad that an old man can't even go to the bathroom," he grumbled as he walked back towards his booth. "Jamal, this is important. I need you to check your tapes to see if a car drove past here the last three or four minutes. A black one." "With lots of horsepower? And a driver who's still not entirely used to it?" "You saw it?" "Nah." Jamal shook his head. "Heard it though. Plus those are a dead giveaway." He pointed at the skid marks on the street in front of the parking garage exit. "It was in here?" Tracy felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. "How long?" Jamal put his newspaper down next to the old computer terminal in his booth and tapped a few keys. "You in some kind of trouble again?" he asked as he frowned at the screen and then tapped a few more keys. "I'm beginning to think I might be." "Ah, there we are. It came in here about five hours ago, prepaid for a day." Jamal squinted at the camera feed while he fiddled with the controls, skipping back and forwards on the recording. "Looks like the same guy in the car both coming and going." He jotted something down on the corner of his newspaper, before tearing it off and handing the scrap of paper to Tracy. "I'm guessing you want the license plate," he said with a wink. "Thanks." Tracy knew that there weren't any cameras inside the garage itself. That was one of the reasons she used it. Now that had come back to bite her in the arse. Five hours was more than enough time to bug her car before going up to the roof to work on the antenna. Tracy thought back. Five hours ago she had been out of the office, pretending to be a government agent. Shit! They could have gotten to the office as well. "Jamal, can I borrow your phone?" "Yeah, sure." Jamal fished out a positively ancient phone and handed it to Tracy. She racked her brain until she remembered the number she wanted. The phone rang while she tapped her foot impatiently. After what felt like forever, a gruff voice answered. "You have five seconds before I hang up." "Marko, it's Tracy. I'm going to need you to make good on that favour you owe me." "I thought we were even after I helped you with that redhead with the huuuuge-" "Okay, okay," Tracy interrupted. "I still need that favour though." There was an exasperated sigh on the other end. "What?" "I need a complete clean-up. Two-room flat and a car." "That's a pretty big favour. It's not going to be free." "Fine," Tracy said through gritted teeth. Marko's services weren't cheap, but he was one of the best counter-surveillance guys she knew. Besides, I can probably bill Ms. Wilford for it. "How old is... the dirt?" Marko asked. Tracy rolled her eyes at Marko's insistence on using code phrases. The man was professionally paranoid, which was annoying, but also made him very good at his chosen profession. "Probably no more than four hours, but it might be as old as twenty-four." "And is it a rush order?" "Marko, It's my own office and car we're talking about here, so yes, it is a bit of a rush order." "Fine, fine. Don't get your panties in a bunch." Oh you have no idea just how bunched-up my underwear feels right about now. Tracy sighed. "Just do me a favour and do the car first." "Yeah, yeah. I'll be right over." Tracy hung up and handed the phone back to Jamal. "Sounds like you're in more than just a little trouble." Jamal put the phone back in his pocket and sat down. "Yeah, I might be," Tracy admitted. "Look, I need to get some stuff from my office. If a guy that looks like a cross between Santa and a Russian mobster shows up looking for my van, could you let him know where it is?" "Sure. Your usual spot?" "Yeah. I'll just leave this here." Tracy put the antenna and control box down next to Jamal's chair. "I'll be right back." *** Tracy jogged across the street and took the elevator up to her floor. Once she was in her flat, she grabbed the bright yellow bag containing all of her diapers. It was the only thing she was sure couldn't have been bugged. If Marko was coming to do a complete bug sweep, she wanted the bag out of the flat. Marko was good at his job, but he was also pathologically curious, so she had no intentions of leaving him alone with anything embarrassing. Next Tracy grabbed her laptop, external hard drive, her box of thumb drives and all the printouts and put them in the suitcase with her drones and the remote control gear. She considered slipping into the bathroom to get rid of her diaper, but since she had no idea if there were hidden cameras, she decided against it. Good thing I didn't wet it yet. She gave her office one last, quick check before pushing the suitcase out and locking the door. While waiting for the elevator, Tracy pulled out her phone and turned it off. Then she pulled the SIM-card and and the high-capacity storage chip and put them both in a plastic pocket in the back of her little notebook. Let's see you try to bug my phone now. When Tracy rolled her suitcase up to Jamal's booth, he was back in his usual position: Chair tilted up against the back wall of his booth, the newspaper crossword puzzle on his lap, one pencil in his hand and a spare one behind his ear. He looked up as the wheels on Tracy's suitcase rattled across a grate. "No communist Santa yet," he said. "It's still early. Marko takes a lot of detours. To 'throw off whoever's tailing him' or whatever his paranoid delusion du jour is. "He a member of the tinfoil hat brigade?" "If he's off his meds, yeah, then he's nuttier than squirrel shit. But if he was, he'd never leave his bunker to help me out." Jamal nodded and returned his attention to the crossword puzzle. "Giant Gaul; starts with an 'A'?" "Asterix?" Tracy suggested. "Only five letters. And besides, Obelix was the big one." Jamal sucked the top of his pencil. "Then I don't know." Tracy sat down on the curb next to the booth. The next five minutes passed in silence. "So, what is this thing?" Jamal asked and nodded towards the antenna next to his chair. Tracy shrugged. "I don't know exactly. It's some kind of antenna that the guy in the car had pointed right at my office." "That doesn't sound very good." "Sure doesn't. I'm hoping maybe Marko can tell me just what it is." Again, Jamal just nodded and they sat in silence a while longer. Tracy was just about to get up and stretch her legs a little when an old, tan van rumbled up the street, turned into the parking garage and sputtered to a stop. Behind the wheel was a huge beard with a pair of sunglasses and a baseball cap on top. It almost looked like Cousin Itt wearing a disguise. "New car Marko?" Tracy asked sarcastically? "Go ahead and laugh," he said, lowering the sunglasses to look at her over the top of them. "But they can't mess with the electronics if the only electronics is the radio. I'm not dying in a mysterious single-car accident. Nuh-uh." "Riiight." Tracy rose with a grunt. She slung the diaper bag over one shoulder, tucked the antenna under her arm and then grabbed the handle of her suitcase. "Jamal? Just put him on my tab, would you?" "Sure, sure," Jamal said and just waved Marko through as he raised the boom. Marko followed Tracy down the ramp to her car. He parked next to it and opened the door, easing his considerable bulk out with a groan from the car's suspension. "Wanna take a look at this before we start?" Tracy held out the antenna. "I guess. What is it?" Marko switched out the sunglasses with a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. "I was kinda hopin' you could tell me." Marko poked around in the control box, moving wires around to get a better look at the circuit boards. After a minute or two, he looked up with an expression like a junkie looking at a pile of his favourite drug marked with 'Free samples'. "Can I have this? Please? I've wanted one of these for ages." "Depends. What is it?" "Super-sensitive electromagnetic sensor." "Sooo, not a bug?" "Oh, this is not 'a bug'. This is a highly sophisticated piece of surveillance equipment. This puppy can detect the radiation coming from a computer screen with so much detail that it can basically read a screen through a wall." Tracy swallowed. This was sounding more and more worrying. "Are you sure? That sounds awfully sophisticated for a bunch of ransomware hackers." Marko chuckled. "Tell you what, you let me have this thing, I'll give your stuff the full scrub and still let you say I owe you one." Tracy had to stop herself from whistling. "Throw in one of your burner phones and we have a deal." Marko nodded and opened the side door of his van, putting the antenna and control box inside. He rummaged around in a plastic storage bin and pulled out a mobile phone, still sealed in its plastic packaging and tossed it to Tracy. Then he got a big tool box out and closed the door. "Mind checking this stuff first?" Tracy opened the suitcase and removed the printouts, but leaving all the electronics in place. "Not the other bag?" Marko asked. "I've had it with me all day. No way they could have got to it." "Fair enough." ***

Hello everyone on DD! My name is Becca and I'm an avid little baby girl! Been reading/browsing always lurking Dailydiapers since I was in my teens. Crazy how time can fly by like that.. I've been wearing diapers on and off through most of my life for fun, usually in a few day to a week stint. Always had those little inner desires and daydreams of being a cute little for another, and moving towards wearing 24/7 forever. Daydreams and fantasy aside the 24/7 desire is something that's never left since I was a kiddo. Still wonder if in my early childhood something happened because I turned out to be the goofball girl. Well this goofball girl decided to start wearing diapers to bed in March 2020 last year, and it's been a full year and a half now of bedwetting. My little journey into bedwetting started with drinking two big glasses of water before bed and waking up constantly to practice letting go.. It took lots of practice and patience, and now I can fully say I'm a bedwetter again! I no longer have to drink anything heavily, and wake up soaked.. Something I don't regret at all, even when I visit family or friends. Just pack a diaper in my go bag and keep a few in my car for emergencies.. For me something inside felt satisfied, I could be myself and enjoy this unique but weird new quirk. Work has been fully remote since the start of the pandemic, and now with my job fully transitioned to permanent work from home my desire to be 24/7 feels like the best time to actually start and see how it goes. Will my body slowly start to change just like it did with the bedwetting? Or will it be impossible for me to actually lose more control during the day? Only one real way to find out but I'm super excited about it.. Yeah weird goofball girl thing.. I now have a closet full of diapers, a stash bigger than I've ever bought before. And while I have not yet tossed out my big girl underwear, they have been put far back in the closet not to see daylight again.. I started wearing 24/7 on Sept 9th and its nearly been a full week of wearing 24/7! Fun and cute little space feelings aside, its actually hard to just relax and let go as easily as I imagined. And peeing while standing feels super weird, same with trying to walk.. I really wonder how long it will take to get used to it and just relax more down there.. Being a bedwetter actually helps me I feel, as I don't hold anything at night and my body doesn't try to fight me at night time Anyway thanks for reading! I wanted to say Hello, and start a forums thread where I can share my journey for the years to come. Hello new friends!

So I wear diapers recreationally. I like pretending I’m still a baby, diapered because I need to be. Nothing could be further from the truth! I enjoy that feeling, wearing a diaper because I need one, at least that’s what mommy thinks. But wearing diapers recreationally mostly refers to masturbating in them, which happens every two days or so now. I’m actually in my sixties, which should mean I wouldn’t need to masturbate that much. But I started using a butt plug and vibrator last year, and it’s AMAZING! The orgasms are incredible, plus I feel naughty, for cumming right into my diaper, just like I’m peeing. Did you know that plugged and vibrated, you don’t get hard, but still cum? At least that’s me. Please let me know if wearing diapers feels slightly naughty to you. Then you might consider plugged and diapered, then touching yourself through your diaper with a vibrator. Absolutely the best way!

I did while I was still in them, around 3-4 years old I loved my gerber plastic pants, I was always touching them to feel the soft texture and looking down at the poof that they made. I have a love for them ever since and always tried get some when I was young, problem is they were too small. So has anyone else ever felt like this when they were young?

Twister A Love Story 1. Jamie sat on the edge of the motel’s bed, staring morosely at the cramped shambles of a room that hadn’t been updated in fifty years and probably not deep cleaned in almost as long. The carpet was worn through and stained, the dresser holding an outdated television was missing a leg, and he didn’t dare even think about what the various streaks and blotches on the walls were. The dim overhead light cast eerie shadows that more than likely hid filth he’d rather not see. The shower lacked hot water and the water that did trickle out was tinged with rust. Thin walls conveyed every moan and curse from his neighboring guests. It had been a week since a tornado tore through his part of town, demolishing his apartment building and most other structures in its path. He’d been out running errands at the time and therefore escaped injury, or worse, but every possession he owned other than the laptop he always had with him, his car, and the clothes on his back were destroyed. He was fortunate to have found a place to stay, as bad as it was, but it was never meant to be a long-term solution. What he hadn’t counted on was the housing shortage created by the tornado’s destruction that made moving somewhere more suitable impossible. His former apartment would eventually be rebuilt, but that would take years. Moving back home wasn’t an option. His mother died when he was four and his father tolerated his only son as more of a nuisance than his own child. It didn’t help that Jamie had stopped growing due to a disfunction in his pituitary gland. His father refused to spend his “hard earned dollars” on treatment, so Jamie would forever stay at a shade under 4’3” tall. The final straw occurred when he showed an affinity for computer programming and decided to go into gaming. His father accused him of pursuing a “sissy” career and kicked him out of the house when he was 16. Friends were also scarce. If he was honest with himself, they were nonexistent. Men didn’t take him seriously due to his small stature and youthful features. Women either laughed at any effort he made to get to know them or wanted to mother him. Co-workers at least dealt with him as an equal because his work was exemplary, but when it came time to go out for drinks at the end of the workday on Friday, he was never invited to tag along. Chances are the bouncer would take one look at him and assume his ID was fake anyway. Eventually he simply stopped showing up and let himself get fired. Which meant that crashing on someone’s couch was out of the question. It had to be an apartment. It wasn’t like money was an issue. Insurance provided a housing allowance. Beyond that, the video game he’d created in his spare time when work at his former job wasn’t challenging him had unexpectedly found a huge, almost cult-like following and provided him with income beyond his wildest dreams. A major gaming company paid him a generous sum for first rights to a sequel that meant he’d never have to work another day in his life if they bought the rights to produce it. But that was the other problem. His depressing surroundings stifled his creativity. Worse, someone had tried to break into his room twice that he knew of. If anyone stole his laptop and broke through his firewall, they’d also gain access to all of his notes and visuals he’d been working on for the past eight months and would have no problem selling his precious creation off to the highest bidder if they recognized what they had. His safety was also at risk. He needed to get out of here, fast. With a sigh, he powered up his computer and got back to the tedious task of filling out applications no one would read for apartments that were probably no longer available and sending them off into cyberspace. After a while, he didn’t even bother reading the descriptions. Angie Nelson stared at her computer screen, chin in hand, her thoughts focused on the information in front of her. Clearly the young man hadn’t bothered to give more than a cursory glance at her listing for a room to rent. If he had, he’d have seen that her home doubled as a place of refuge for unwed pregnant women who’d been deserted by the baby’s father, rejected by their families, or otherwise had no support system and no place to stay. For a minimal charge, she offered room and board and a sympathetic ear to help them through a difficult time. Of the three rooms she had to let, only one was currently occupied and the tenant there wasn’t actually with child. Millie had first come to Angie’s place about eighteen months before, pregnant, alone, and scared, but had lost the baby a few months later. Angie let her stay on to deal with her grief and over time the two women became friends. Millie became a fixture as well as a valuable assistant with the other women passing through and by unspoken agreement was allowed to stay for as long as she wanted to. Besides, it wasn’t like the other two rooms had been in great demand lately. Angie assumed young unattached women were still having babies, but for whatever reason they weren’t finding her accommodations. Which brought her thoughts back to the application in front of her. Would it be such a bad idea to have a male rent one of the rooms for six months or so? Angie wasn’t desperate for money but could use the income to remodel and refurnish the third bedroom. She’d had a couple inquiries about whether she could accommodate older, special needs children and their mothers but had to turn them away. This Jamie kid’s cover letter showed how desperate he was. It might be worth a try to see if he’d pay a premium for the room, so that she could afford to buy the special needs crib, changing table, and other furniture she’d looked into. He could then move on to another apartment somewhere and she’d have one regular room and one special needs room. Her home would be bustling with business once more. Angie made note of Jamie’s information but didn’t yet respond. She’d have to discuss this with Millie. Millie’s own experience, which included an abusive boyfriend who left her when she needed him the most, had soured her on men in general. It’s not that she hated men, but that didn’t mean she’d want one living under the same roof. Angie powered down the computer and went off to find her tenant.

We planned on seeing the totality years ago, and booked a room in upstate NY to see it over a year ago. I can't wait!

Well, the tags will have a deeper meaning when we get further into the story. Trying not to give it all away all at once. We'll see if they develop that strong bond or not, but they are connecting on a superficial level right now for sure. The problem is that I thought it was turning out okay the first time but it took a wrong turn and was taken down the first time, thus I've struggled to bring it back in a way that wouldn't cross certain lines, but still told the story I was trying to tell. But we have a few turns and twists coming in the story to come, though some of them might be expected by some of you who have tried to read the first time before it was taken down, and the intermediate attempt that didn't go well and so I took that one down myself.

No... Maybe...? 😈 That'll be mostly contained in the next chapter. I think it's a fun one! 🙂

Personally, I wouldn't call a mind wipe any sort of true good. Feels more like a form of execution to me.

I've got a few stories about schools switching to diapers kicking around over the years. But I could start another.

This is turning out well.

Oh wow, that's VERY compelling! Excellent work!

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.

I did not get to the itme. I refuse to particpate in something where I have to wend my way throuh a bunch of BS to get at what I am looking for. I do not subscribe to, or join anthing without having an idea of what I am getting. Had too much of that over the last 25 years I already have the best for my purposes. One would think that a member of the #1 diaper site in the world looking at non-ABDL sources would be slumming. If we do not have the most knowledge, most sources and widest choice then there is something wrong. We even have access to DIY if you want it Use the "knowledge base" icon in my siggy and then the diaper link

NSC has the megamax in black.

After many years wearing 24/7, I'm no longer 24/7. I haven't worn or used a diaper since Tuesday. The first 2-3 days was the hardest and I almost gave up many times, but now it is fine. I even went to the store today without a diaper, and I felt naked. Still gonna be wearing diaper for the times I wont be near a toilet. The main reason for this change is cost. I will see how long this last as I start full time working in mid-April.

I have to agree! As a diaper lover, I’d like to see more diaper sex videos, both straight or gay, where there is more of an emphasis on the diaper and less AB.

I agree with what some others have said - I like the slow burn on this one. It's realistic. Kids don't concoct these ideas and then realize them within a couple of days, generally. They are working from a position of scant resources and minimal influence.

I have had one dry night since New year

Cloth diapers are another option or AIO diapers can be an option as well

A break can be a good thing, especially for the wallet. Perhaps when you are working you could get a training pant or two so you can have that padded feeling in an easily washable pant.

Thank you for your kind comments, you're definitely not alone. I never expected to inspire anyone, but just document my padded journey for anyone who was curious. It's humbling that I can help in some way.

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Chapter 86: Helicoptering JUST BEFORE CLASS started, Beth received a message in the film group chat. Hey, Studio 3! Due to the idiocy of yesterday, we have four scenes we didn’t complete that were scheduled. Since Connor needs to be away to be with his grandmother by 25 O’clock tonight, we’re going to plan to do two of those after he and Beth leave. We’ll also try to get the other two filmed tomorrow after the planned schedule. Should anything not get done, we’ll push it to Sunday – I really want us to be in the can completely before Monday! Please make sure you are at the production stage no later than 19 O’clock today so we can get a move on things! Tomorrow morning, we need everyone there by nine. (Connor, we’ll need you there by eight to begin your temporary transformation into Brianna. ) Thanks! Sebastian ‘Joy!’ Beth thought as she read the message. She looked at the list and realized she was off the hook for any scenes that day, at least! All of the ones with Connor were the final ones with Charlotte and the office that led up to him agreeing to the adoption. ‘I wish we could just change projects now that Kelly is gone!’ Beth thought. She knew too much work had gone into the project already, though. Livy elbowed Beth as class started when she noticed her not paying attention. ‘Oops,’ Beth thought and did her best to follow the near gibberish that was Calculus IV. ‘Connor explains this so much better!’ “You heading back to the dorm?” Livy asked Beth as they filed out of class, and she spotted Connor. “No, Connor and I’ll head to Matisse to film first and then grab our stuff on the way off campus later,” Beth told her. “Be safe this weekend,” Livy told her. With a sigh, Beth said, “We’ll try…” She forced a smile, “See you Monday, Livy.” She had just reached Connor and started walking together when her phone rang; she saw it was her mom. “Hi, Mom,” she said. “Where are you?” “Just heading to the film studio?” Beth said. “Can you get away for a bit?” “Umm… it’s kind of for a class?” She thought for a second, “For what?” “I’m here on campus and want to talk to you and President Barnes about your safety.” “What?!?” Beth hissed. “Mom!” “Not this time, Beth; you’re not allowed to get upset with me. You had a really close call yesterday that should never have been allowed to happen by the university. So when can you be at the administration building?” “Let me walk Connor to Matisse, then I’ll be there? I’m not in any of the scenes today, but I really do need to be there, Mom.” “I’ll get you out of here as soon as I can. When you finish for the day, we’ll go to dinner with Amanda and Fred.” “Fine, I’ll see you soon,” she said and hung up. “What’s wrong?” Connor looked up at her with concern. “My mom decided she needed to come and be herself,” she sighed. “She’s here on campus to have a ‘meeting’ with President Barnes?” “Ouch,” Connor replied. “You sure you want to walk me over first?” She nodded, “Definitely! My mom can sit and stew for a little longer. I can’t believe the nerve of her!” BETH WALKED ME inside the Studio, where Gary was already pulling covers off racks of costumes. He smiled at us and asked, “How are you two doing?” “So-so,” Beth said with a wince. Sebastian came in then, “You two okay?” I watched Beth wince and knew she was definitely not doing okay with this many questions. “Any chance you all can please stop asking that?” I asked politely. “Fair enough,” Sebastian said. “Umm, Sebastian, I have to go to the administration building for a meeting.” “Everything okay?” He asked. She sighed, “I’m not in trouble, but I… ugh…” She sighed, “I apparently have a meeting with my mom and President Barnes.” “Oh,” Sebastian said. “I take it your parents were rightfully upset last night?” I looked at Beth’s annoyed face as she nodded, “That’s putting it mildly…” She paused, “I should be back. I’m not supposed to film any scenes today with my character anyway.” “Go take care of things; we completely understand,” Sebastian said. “Do you want someone to go with you?” Beth blushed, “I’ll be fine?” “Didn’t I hear Kelly is out on bail? Maybe someone should go with you,” Gary said. “Ethan is done setting up the set for this scene. Why don’t you have him walk over with you?” “Great idea,” Sebastian said. “I hate this…” Beth said glumly. I hugged her, “Sorry, I have a feeling my mom would be here today too if she wasn’t worried about more shrinking…” Beth giggled at that. “She was what, three feet tall, you said?” I nodded. “Yeah, being a preemie-sized Little might not be the safest thing.” “Being stuck as a little kid back home again wouldn’t be her preference either!” As soon as they found Ethan, a guy just under ten foot tall who was in charge of the art setup for the project, he walked with her to the meeting while the rest of us got underway. “Okay, Connor, you need to wear that shirt with the khaki pants. Come see me for makeup, and Isabella should be here in a second to do hair for you all.” So began the act that was almost seeming routine now of getting dressed in costume, having Gary activate a look on the SkinSync makeup that was still on my face, and then heading out to the set. We began the day by filming the scene that would really introduce my character and the film. They had made a great space to film with a large conference table, a view out a fake window onto a city below, complete with moving cars and people, and a large projection screen. Around the table were already ten characters that were holo-actors and actresses without any lines. They were programmed to look at the speaker and give the occasional look or action. As I entered, the characters turned to me, and it was more than a bit unnerving! Thirteen characters were involved in the meeting, but only three of us were real humans. “How’s the lighting?” Sebastian asked Will. “I’m not satisfied just yet. Mason, would you adjust the lights up about ten percent and change the color to one percent more cyan in the light mix? That fake outside window is playing havoc with the camera sensors for some reason? Can you adjust the level down thirty percent there, too, please?” I walked around and watched as a side of the room was open about fifty percent down that wall, allowing cameras and crew to access the room easily. All of our cameras, plus an overhead one, were showing on a series of monitor screens. “How’s that?” Mason asked. “Better, much better!” “We can always fix some of that in post, too,” Charlotte reminded everyone. “The less we have to do, the more we can spend on other refinements,” I said. She smiled at me, “Guess you’re the one who would be doing that!” I nodded. “Okay, is everything good then?” Charlotte asked. “Think so!” Will said. “Places then!” Charlotte said. She bent over suddenly and gave me a ride up to my ‘adaptive’ seat for the meeting. It wasn’t a highchair, but the seat was much skinnier, bringing me up to the level of the table. I was a little embarrassed that I could still fit two or three of my rears in the smaller chair! Several minutes later, we began filming. For our first couple of takes, we just pretended we were having an animated conversation between Owen and Charlotte, with what seemed to be responses from the AI characters. Eventually, we decided we had enough of the opening footage and started again with Charlotte taking the lead. Even knowing her to be a kind person, I was scared of her as she asked, “Just how are we going to fix this?!? We can’t afford to just write off twenty-five million dollars!?!” The look of anger definitely was intimidating to someone who was only knee-high to her! She momentarily stared about the silent room before pointing at Owen, who was playing ‘Rob.’ “Rob! This is your project! Are you telling me there’s no way to make this code work??? That we’ve wasted three… years…” “Ah, crap!” I heard from him as he stuttered his line. “Cut!” “Let’s run that again; please try not to get hung up this time?” Sebastian asked nicely. So far, we hadn’t had to redo scenes due to flubbed lines, but we spent the next twenty minutes with him screwing it up over and over and over again! BETH WAS EMBARRASSED that her classmates stuck her with an escort, but she was also a little relieved. When they approached the admin building, she turned to Ethan and said, “Thanks, I’m here now.” He laughed, “Sorry, it probably feels a little overbearing, but the last thing anyone wants to see is you or Connor messed with.” She blushed, “Thanks.” “Do you need me to stay?” “I’m sure my mom will insist on coming along when we’re done,” she sighed. “Thanks, though!” Beth shouldered her backpack higher and walked through to a reception desk. She was about to ask where she should go when she heard, “Beth!” from a chair on the other side of a statue. She sighed, “Hi, Mom.” Before she could register any complaint, her mom hugged her tightly as she knelt on the floor and wrapped Beth in a crushing hug. She sighed, “I missed you too, Mom.” She squeezed her mom back, too; the truth was she was fighting tears, and it felt good to see her mom in person after everything the past few weeks! “Shall we go have our meeting?” she asked Beth after she stood up and reflexively ran her hand through Beth’s hair. “If we have to?” Beth sighed. Her mom led her to an elevator, and they began to rise to nearly the top floor of the building, which was among the oldest on campus. Her mom pulled her head towards her side affectionately with her hand, and not for the first time, Beth hated the size difference between the two. Her head barely reached the top of her mom’s skirt in the grey skirt suit she wore. It had probably taken her mom a lot of restraint to not pick her up like a little girl again! She’d been mortified when she had done that at her high school graduation after the ceremony, even as her siblings had a good laugh. The only thing that soothed the sting was that her dad was shorter. On more than one occasion outside of public view, she’d found herself being held on one of her mom’s hips while her dad was on the other! The doors opened to the opulent floor that was made up of the highest offices for the university. Another secretary greeted them and ushered them into President Barnes’s large office. He greeted them with a handshake before motioning to two oversized chairs before his desk. “It’s good to see you, Doctor Sylvestor,” he said with a smile after we were both seated. Beth felt swallowed entirely by the huge chair but turned to see her mom in her ‘mama bear’ mode. “I wish I could say the same, Ryan,” her mom said coolly. “You and I had a discussion weeks ago, and we expressed concerns about the young lady who attacked my daughter yesterday?” The giant man looked slightly surprised to see the meeting going south this quickly. “Well, we did investigate! There was no evidence though…?” “Bullshit,” Beth noted that her mom was definitely mad now, “we gave you the evidence. Doctor Westerfield even demonstrated that she was one of the few people who could have been involved in sending the boxes of diapers?” “I’m sorry, our judicial board didn’t think it was concrete enough. I can’t speak about the young woman due to privacy concerns, but I assure you she won’t be back at Emerson?” “What about the others…?” Her mom asked. I WAS GRATEFUL that Owen finally stopped sucking all of the oxygen out of our scene. We finally finished his lines and moved on to a segment where I presented the solution. That was done in a couple of gloriously quick takes before we eventually moved on to the final shot of my scene. Charlotte said to me, “Make it happen, Brian! Everyone else, give him any help he asks for. Your jobs are on the line! This company is at stake!” With the apparent conclusion to the chaotic meeting we’d supposedly had, I hopped out of the chair. I hurried out a door of the room, followed by the others. “Cut!” Sebastian said. “Okay, just Hailey and Sarah are needed right now to finish this. Let’s get the other side of the set ready for the cubicle scenes with Brian’s setup. Connor, go get to wardrobe and switch your shirt since it’ll be a different day in the timeline.” “Got it,” I said and found myself heading to wardrobe. By the time I had changed shirts, they had the cubicle space ready for filming. I looked around and tested my adapted chair, too. This one actually fit me closer, but I noted it felt more like my highchair at Grandma’s! Soon, everything was ready for filming. I found myself and the rest of the crew watching as Charlotte and Sophia finished filming their scene. Sophia said Hailey’s lines, “Maybe she’s too smart for the simple things like the potty then? I mean, if she’s reading that well, a toddler’s picture book about the potty probably isn’t that interesting?” Charlotte looked amazingly upset and exasperated on screen, one step from full-blown tears. “What? I should try giving her a medical journal instead?” As they both laughed, I felt several of the crew holding in their own laughter. I hated the script and Kelly, but even I had to admit that was a good line! My veins grew cold as ice, though, as I listened to the seeds of the demise of my character begin being said. “Have you thought about a potty training buddy?” Sophia delivered the line as perfectly as it could have been done. It sounded like the helpful best friend giving tips. Charlotte’s response of, “Huh?” came solidly, too. I watched the rest of the lines get delivered very believably. ‘Charlotte is a hell of an actress,’ I thought. ‘She always brings out the best of anyone she’s with…’ I held in a snicker, ‘Except Owen… glad he’s got limited lines!’ Charlotte reached the home stretch of the scene, “But it seems so wrong to me. I’m not judging you, Hailey; I know Mindy asked you to adopt her, but I always hate forced adoptions?” Sophia responded, “So, just find a Little to volunteer? You’d be the best mommy any of them could ever dream of?” “Right...” Charlotte said as skeptically as I felt about the concept. Charlotte played at looking at the time before saying, “I have a holo meeting with shareholders in an hour. With everything from today I better get going to try and keep them at bay!” I watched a friendly hug between the two before ‘Cut!’ was sounded. “Great work, you two!” Sebastian said. “Sophia, when you finish school, you have to let me know if you want to do any real acting. I’m sure we can get roles for you! You’re great!” Charlotte said to her with a smile. I watched Sophia blush and realized she was probably another one of the fangirls like Beth and others. “Thanks, Charlotte.” “Okay, are we set for the cubical scenes?” Sebastian asked. “Just need Charlotte and Sophia to hit wardrobe,” Gary said. “While they’re doing that, Connor, let’s see if we can get shots set up for everything,” Will said. I followed him to the scene and took my place, sitting in the chair and occasionally manipulating the computer before me. They tested a few screen capture components and the programmed demo screens I had set up. “I’m glad we have you here for that,” Sebastian said, “I was listening to another group complain they spent seventy-five thousand on getting something similar done for special effects.” “What a waste?” I laughed, “This wasn’t even difficult?” “To you,” Sebastian chuckled. The girls came over, and Charlotte and I began the scene to show her how I’d managed to fix the problems. I loved the HoloProjection from the screen as the scene progressed, and I showed her the progress. Acting with her really was very easy compared to the other times I’d been wrangled into projects back home. We stopped for a brief change of camera angles before finishing up the scene in two tries. “Action!” Charlotte bent over suddenly and hugged me, squeezing me tightly. The surprise on my face, as my head met her sizable bosom, was utterly genuine! Charlotte exclaimed, “Brian, you saved us! I don’t know what we would ever do without you!” As she pulled away, I acted like I was catching my breath, even as I smiled nervously, “Happy to help, Miss Ingels!” She walked away as I resumed at my computer until I heard, “Cut!” “I want to stage the rest of this to where you two are talking far enough away he can’t hear you but just be able to make him out working?” “That’s going to be tough with how short Connor is?” Charlotte said. “Hmm… Maybe we’ll just have you look that way. We’ll have you stay in place, Connor, just in case we get anything usable?” “Sure,” I said, enjoying one of my last scenes being seen as a grown-up in this film! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! Please press the Like button and leave me a comment! It's possible I may post another chapter Sunday or Monday. (Up to you?) I appreciate everyone's support! I'll be mostly unable to check on this through the next couple days, so my apologies if I don't respond to you all as quickly as I normally do!

Chapter 85: Already? “WHAT?!?” BETH ALMOST screamed at the touch to her shoulder. She looked up and realized it was Charlotte. “Are you okay, Beth?” she asked. “Who are you talking to?” “My dad,” Beth sobbed slightly. “Come on, let’s go find somewhere you can calm down for a few minutes and have your conversation in private,” Charlotte urged her towards the nearby library. “Beth, who’s there with you?” Her dad practically shouted from the phone. “It’s Charlotte, Dad…” she managed to breathe. “Can you give the phone to her, sweetheart?” Her dad asked. “My dad wants to talk to you?” “Hello?” Charlotte asked; a moment later, she said, “Hi, I’m Charlotte Perez,” she told him, “Beth has had a pretty rough afternoon, and I just found her in tears calling you on the sidewalk. I wanted to make sure she’s okay and she’s safe?” She paused momentarily, holding the door open for Beth as she guided her inside. Beth let her lead her to an empty study room right then while giving some of the basics of what had happened as far as she knew. Beth was finding it impossible to focus right then, though; she knew how close she and Connor had to have been to getting nabbed by Kelly. She had to have had a plan since she was there! “Beth?” She heard and felt the hand on her shoulder again. “Huh?” “Your mom and dad want to talk to you,” she said. “Beth, breathe,” her mom told her. “You’re safe, you’re okay.” “Mom… she almost…” “Breathe, sweetie,” her dad told her with the phone now displaying their holograms looking over their daughter. Charlotte stayed with her, and between her parents and the kind giant beside her, she managed to regain her composure, finally wiping the tears from her face. “Better?” Charlotte asked. Beth shrugged, “I guess…?” “Beth, do you want Amanda to take you to her place tonight? There’s no safer place?” “Where’s Connor staying tonight?” she asked Charlotte. With a shrug, she said, “I assume back in the dorm, but I haven’t heard anything?” “Can you call Amanda?” Beth asked her parents, “If he goes with them, I will?” “And if he’s staying on campus…?” “Then… I’ll manage too,” she said nervously. Her mom left for a few minutes, and she could hear the talking in the background. “Besides this attack, honey, how was the rest of your day?” Her dad asked her. She shrugged, “Okay, I guess… Actually, I guess up until class, it was pretty good. I went to lunch with Reila and Connor…” Charlotte sat there patiently as she and her dad talked, and she gradually felt slightly better from talking with him. Her mom came back on, “They’re still at the hospital checking Connor out, but he’s planning to return to the dorm tonight. You sure you don’t want her to come get you?” Beth sighed, “Yeah, it’s just through three classes tomorrow, then we’ll film some scenes, and then I’ll go with Connor to Amanda’s… I can make it.” “If you’re sure?” Her dad asked. She nodded, “Thanks for talking, I think I’m okay now.” “Well, as soon as we’re done, I will put some feelers on what happened. I don’t like the idea of you having a target because of me…” Beth’s mom said. “Her mom deserved to go to prison, though - she was very involved in my mother’s crimes!” “Just when you think we’re done with your mom’s crap,” her dad shook his head. “We’ll talk more later, honey. We love you, be safe!” “Love you guys, too,” Beth said and hung up. She looked at Charlotte, “Umm… thanks for being there for me…?” Charlotte smiled at her, “I have a feeling you’d do the same for someone else?” She shrugged, “Maybe?” She looked at her, “Doesn’t mean any less to me though, really, thank you.” “Well, feel up to heading back to your dorm?” Beth nodded. “Here, use this first,” she handed her a wet face wipe. It wasn’t the kind that would remove her nanites, but it would at least clear the tear tracks. She blushed, “Thanks…” They began returning to her dorm, “You don’t have to walk out of your way with me?” Beth told the tall girl. She smiled, “Why do you think this is out of the way?” “Don’t you like live off-campus in an apartment or something?” Charlotte laughed, “Beth, my whole goal of going to Emerson is to be a normal student. Complete with living in the mighty fine accommodations of the Emerson University dorms! Roommate included!” Beth looked at her in shock, “You don’t even have a single?!?” She laughed, “I’ve known Kelsey for years; her mom was a crew member on Charlee for most of the show. We mostly get along pretty well, and we both grew up pretty spoiled – so we kind of made a pact to see what it was like to live ‘normally’ for our college years.” “That’s kind of cool actually…” “What about you? Surely your parents can afford an off-campus apartment? Or, it sounds like Connor’s grandparents would take you in? You could commute?” Beth shrugged, “There are a few reasons, but one is very much the same as yours… wanting a ‘normal’ time at college.” They traveled together, and Beth learned she was just one building from Charlotte in the same block of dorms. “Thanks,” she told Charlotte as they reached her front door. “Anytime, Beth. We’re cast members together, and the one thing I have always believed in is that cast and crew stick together. I’ll always have your and Connor’s backs.” Beth smiled up at her, “Thanks.” “Go get some sleep; it’ll be a long weekend!” Beth nodded, went to her room, changed into her pajamas, and promptly passed out in bed. I WOKE UP in the morning to an alarm I had begun setting. Since our pods weren’t closed in, there was no reason I couldn’t just get up on my own. I was just climbing down when Mackenzie came in, dressed in her swimsuit. “Are you sure you still want to go swimming?” She asked, concerned. “It’ll help, I think,” I told her. “The pain on my ankle isn’t as bad, but I think some laps in the pool should help it stretch out.” She sighed, “Let’s get you going then,” she said. After pulling off my diaper, she led me to the bathroom and checked the bandages and gel effects. Much to my relief, the bruise was very faint on my side, and my leg felt much better. ‘Didn’t know I was kicking a solid concrete wall…’ I griped internally. She pulled both from my body before I dressed in the swimsuit. She carried me in my suit to the elevator, still wanting me to ‘rest my leg.’ While the elevator descended, she said, “You keep having some close calls, Connor; you need to be really careful the rest of this semester.” I nodded, “Sorry, I seem to be a trouble magnet like my mom.” “Well, stop being so attractive,” she joked with me and poked my nose. I blushed. She tossed me in the water, and I began swimming laps. Lilly joined me, and for some reason, that day, she was more than able to keep up with me for once! ‘Injury?’ I wondered. ‘I don’t know what being without the nanites will be like either,’ I admitted. Mom had told me about the different settings enabled in hers all those years ago, and I just hoped most of it was like a genetic code that was hard-coded into my DNA now. Things like more intelligence, strength, motor skills, and more had been boosted by her and Grandma early on in her time in the dimension. Those were the nanites that had been in my bloodstream since I was born. Of course, my baby twin sisters also had the same protection in their blood. ‘Riley’s out of luck if she ever comes here!’ I noted in my brain. Of course, I was in that same boat now! I definitely tired sooner that morning, and for once, I was ready to stop when Mackenzie was. Lilly kept swimming her own laps without me. Mackenzie had wrapped herself and me in towels and insisted on carrying me upstairs. “You can’t be planning to carry me to all my classes today?” I asked her in the elevator. “Don’t tempt me, Connor!” “You’re that worried?” I asked her. She sighed, “You have to know something about how we get as Bigs, right?” I nodded. “Well, with only four of you now, I’m getting attached to all of you – but you probably the most. I promise I’ll back off, but understand it is difficult?” I smiled at her and found myself giving her a hug, “Thanks.” “You’re welcome… now go get a shower; I’ll put your Pull-Up and clothes by your shower and check on you in a bit.” “Okay,” I said, carefully washing my body and hair, knowing I had a long day with filming ahead after classes! BETH MANAGED TO make it to breakfast, where she found Connor already sitting down. She decided to hell with everyone and went to give him a hug. “How are you feeling?” She asked him. “Better…?” “How bad did she get you?” “Just a bruise, you can still see a little bit of the handprint, actually,” he told her. “You’re just lucky, that’s all that happened!” “I know, but I wasn’t going to let her get you?” “You’re too sweet, Con,” she told him. “I’m going to get some food; watch my stuff?” “Sure,” he told her. The two of them were joined by Livy and Reila that morning, who wanted the story. “So Kelly’s gone?” she asked. Beth shrugged, “Who knows? I can’t imagine she’s not at least booted from the university, though. Attacking a Little as a Big and getting busted for it is definitely against the student code of conduct. She also said she was planning to kidnap both of us.” “Why, though?” Livy asked. Beth sighed, “My stupid family…” Reila looked curious, “What? You have like the most upstanding dad in the country? He’s a Supreme Court Justice?” Beth snorted, “Dad’s fine… It’s mom’s side of the family that’s the problem, and I know I’ve avoided telling you about them... It’s a long story…. The short version is my grandmother was the founder and CEO of SafeFoods when she got busted after going after my dad… Well, yeah… I could take a whole day telling this, actually, but let’s just say my grandmother is serving one of the harshest regression sentences ever given. I think Kelly’s mom must have been involved with her? It sounds like she got a serious sentence, too. Something went wrong, and Kelly ended up in an orphanage?” Connor spoke up then, “Sounds like she had a tragic childhood. Unfortunately, she went after Beth rather than take advantage of her apparent academic accomplishments, earning her scholarship and coming to Emerson to rise above it.” “Holy shit, that’s nuts!” Reila said. “Yeah… It’s actually worse if you know the whole story,” Beth said. Having been told Beth’s horrible past, Livy nodded in agreement. Reila looked inquisitively at them both, “I’ll tell you sometime,” Beth said with a sigh. “Just not this weekend, Reila.” “We’d better head to class, Con,” she told Connor. She watched to see if he limped but was glad to see he was walking pretty normally that morning. Every now and then, you could tell he got a twinge of pain, but as they split off to their separate classes, she was pretty sure he would be okay. “See you in a while,” she told him. “See you,” he responded with a smile. ‘I think it was worth staying and not running away?’ she thought to herself as she made her way into class. ‘At least I hope it was…’ I WALKED INTO computational intelligence class that morning, feeling the least prepared for classes so far that semester. Fortunately, the work I’d been doing all semester meant I wasn’t clueless about anything through my morning classes. HoloField theory was interesting enough that it almost took my mind off last night. During lunch, I met up with Beth and Reila in the cafeteria. I ate a meal with them, but Reila was leading the conversation. “Are you two going to be okay?” Reila asked. “Huh?” Beth asked. “You’re both still not acting like your normal selves?” I shrugged, “Yesterday is in my head a bit, I’m guessing Beth’s the same?” She nodded, “Filming was bad enough, but then the thing with Kelly sucked.” “Speaking of the witch, did you see the local news site in the last twenty minutes?” “No…?” Beth and I said nearly in stereo. I watched Reila fiddle with her tablet for a second and then showed it to us. Yesterday, Emerson University Police responded to a call of an assault in progress. A student, Kelly Danvers, was arrested for assault, battery, and attempted kidnapping of two other university students. DPL4 News obtained the arrest report, which states that Kelly had a backpack with two Little and Betweener-sized inflating pacifiers, a collapsing stroller that would have fit the two victims, alternate clothing and diapers, along with syringes filled with sedatives. During her attempt to attack the students, one of the victims was able to get away, and the other was able to hold her off until help arrived. Due to injuries sustained, Danvers and one of the victims were transported to the hospital for treatment. Danvers was arraigned today and released on a fifty-thousand-dollar bail. 4 News reached out to Emerson for comment. It was given the following statement, ‘We take very seriously any possible assault upon our students. Our university will fully investigate this complaint per our policies. Due to our policies, we cannot make any more comments until the conclusion of that investigation.’ Upon a follow-up question, we learned that the alleged assailant is suspended from the university and not allowed on the grounds pending the outcome of a hearing. “So she’s already free?” I asked. Beth shrugged, “I want to know how she came up with bail money?” She paused and answered Connor’s question, “Depending on which judge she was in front of, they may have just decided she was only guilty of being incompetent at adopting the Little she wanted.” She paused, Reila nodded, “When kidnapping is a societal norm, hard to not have judges think it’s just a minor infraction.” “She’s already out of the hospital?” I groaned, “I thought I’d done enough damage to at least put her there for a few nights!” “Nanites, remember?” Beth said. “Beth, you two need to be careful. I don’t know that she’ll listen to the idea of staying away from campus?” Beth nervously nodded, “Maybe it’s time to start thinking about listening to mom and dad about bodyguards.” I blanched at that, “They suck to have.” They looked at me, “My mom forced us all to have them back home most of the time.” “Why?” Reila asked. “Let’s just say my mom went home and took a lot of knowledge with her. Her company is one of the richest on the planet back there.” “Oh,” she said. “You know, I can’t believe either of you give me the time of day.” Beth kicked her friend lightly under the table, “We’re no different than you, Reila. Don’t go thinking that you’re not awesome! I, for one, hate that the first thing people think of when I tell them who I am is who my dad is!” “Same,” I told her with a sigh. “I appreciate being here and getting a little anonymity until they figure out who my mom and grandmother are!” Reila looked thoughtfully, “Guess that makes sense. What are you two doing this weekend? Going back to your grandmother’s Connor?” For the rest of lunch, we talked about the film project and the trip to my grandmother’s, which didn’t seem like it would be as relaxing since we’d be coming back to campus each day to film. Soon, Beth and I headed to our final classes of the day before we planned to meet and walk to Matisse afterward to film. “Did they get any scenes filmed last night that had been on the schedule?” I asked suddenly as we got to the doors. Beth shrugged, “I doubt it; Charlotte caught up with me after I gave my statement. I bet they decided to postpone?” I nodded, “I guess they could probably make it up tonight after we do the scenes with us and tomorrow evening too.” She nodded, “Have fun in your crazy, weird math class.” I smiled up at her, “Enjoy your easy calculus class!” She stuck her tongue out at me, and I laughed. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading, and thanks for the likes the other day!!! 💜 I will be out of town at the end of this next week and privacy may be a bit of an issue. I will probably end up posting Thursday evening, but it may be Friday evening before I get the next chapter up. I appreciate your patience! Thank you again for the likes, please keep them coming? It's been a long week and I'm only up to half-way through Chapter 102 right now. Hoping to make some more progress this next couple days - the likes really are like candy to bring some energy to the picture! 🙂 All of my completed works are available on Amazon Kindle. 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I also Love the good stale pee smell of a wet and dry bed. I would Love to wake up to a bedwetting partner . Some day I can get hard with that pic of your wet bed.............

So do I it reminds me of when I was growing up. My room always reeked of stale pee from my nightly bedwetting.

Chapter 84: Handprints “KELLY, WHAT ARE you doing here?” I found myself asking even as I tried to nudge Beth to head back down the hallway for some help. Unfortunately, Beth wasn’t taking the hint! “I came to see how my film is going?” She said with a smile. “How fortunate I get to see my two wittle actresses without everyone else?” “I wish I could say I felt the same pleasure at seeing you?” I told her. She laughed, “Well, maybe you’ll feel that pleasure after a while. Maybe it’s time you get a chance to see what being Brianna would be like for real?” “Sorry, I don’t have any desire for the diapers,” I told her. I noticed an ‘access denied’ prompt on the screen of the computer then for a second, before looking back at the vindictive giant in front of me. “Well, unfortunately for you, I think they’ll be required here soon. In fact, I have a couple in my bag that should fit both of you?” “No, thank you,” I told her. “What’s your beef with me anyway?” Beth asked, unfortunately not moving to get help like I wanted her to go. With our circling each other, Kelly had managed to now shut the door to the hallway. Trapped inside the room, we were all doing a little dance to keep away from her as she now stood between us and the door. “Like you don’t know?!?” Kelly hissed at her. “…No?” Beth said. “Figures! How typical for a rich, spoiled brat! My mom and dad worked for your family for twenty years, and you don’t even know who they are?!?” “Assuming you’re talking about my mom’s mom, that would be about right. My mom cut off all ties and barely mentions her. She hates her?” “Well, thanks to your daddy, my mom was taken from me when I was less than a year old!” “Huh?” “Not only that, then my dad was taken away, and I got to grow up in a damn orphanage like a Little. With Littles!” She pulled at her hair and looked somehow more unhinged. “They would constantly trick me into accidents just so I had to wear the same diapers as them!!! All my classmates in elementary school thought I was a reject, a defective Big!” “How is this Beth’s fault?” I asked, looking around for any other way out of the room. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see any solution besides the video editing computer system and mini-HoloScreen. “It just is! It’s her family’s fault, which means hers!” Kelly had a look in her eyes that I’d seen only a couple times in my life, and usually on a mat when I had been competing. I knew we were in a perilous corner right then, even as she said, “You know what, if you’re this ignorant, that’s fine. We won’t change anything except your pants; let’s get this done!” After watching Kelly for a second, she suddenly strode closer and tried to strike Beth with her hand. I pushed Beth back behind me and quickly moved toward the unhinged girl. Mom had taught me everything her grandfather had taught her about attacking Bigs as a Little. This might be seen as going too far, but I wouldn’t let her harm Beth or myself. My attack started with her left ankle, landing my most vigorous kick into it, even as she tried to reach for me. I dived between her legs even as I kicked her right knee too from the side in the hopes of dislocating it! Something felt weaker with my strength than usual, but her pained cry was proof I had still accomplished my goal – her pain. Beth was just staring at the scene, not moving, so I said, “Beth, GO GET HELP!!!” It was like a frozen scene came to life as she registered what I said and took another look at me. “Go!” I told her, and she bolted out the door. Unfortunately for me, Kelly hadn’t suffered any broken bones yet. She had staggered back to her feet as I’d been telling Beth to go and quickly pulled something out from the bag. ‘What’s that?’ I thought, even as a glistening needle now showed. ‘Shit!’ “You little piece of shit! How dare you do that to your new mommy?!?” She motioned threateningly with the needle, “Fine, I’ll just go ahead and get your brain back to baby mode a little sooner than I planned!” BETH LOOKED BACK for a second in distress at the room she’d left her boyfriend and a psycho Big, but knew she had to get help! Knowing elevators could be too slow, she shoved open the staircase and began running down, even as she was calling the emergency number for security on her phone! Running into the SoundStage, she could see they were in the middle of a take with Charlotte and Sophia right when she came in. Beth was completely out of breath as Charlotte asked, “What’s wrong, Beth?” “Kelly…” she breathed deep, “Kelly is in the editing room…” “This is university police; how may I direct your call?” “My friend is being attacked!” she managed to say to the phone. At that, Charlotte and Sebastian looked to have figured out enough of the pieces. “Which editing room?” “Two!” Beth panted. The two sprinted off then, followed by several other crew members. Sophia came over to Beth then and knelt beside her. “Where is your friend being attacked?” The woman on the other side asked calmly. “Matisse Center, Video Editing Room Two,” Beth said. “We are dispatching officers. Do you recognize the assailant…?” “Kelly Danvers…” Beth forced herself up and began racing back to the room again, hoping help wasn’t too late! KELLY’S NEXT MOVE looked practically telegraphed to me as she attempted to stab me with the menacing needle. I waited until the last second, dove out of the way, and managed to kick the extended hand’s thumb as hard as I could. A sickening pop made me think I might have broken the thumb, but most importantly, the syringe dropped! I wasted no time kicking it away under the console and dove around her! “You little bastard!!!” She screamed. “You can still walk away,” I tried to tell her, even as she raised a hand and tried to grab me. I dodged again and found a chair to stand on the other side of it. “Come here, you brat!!!” Kelly knocked the chair out from between us and squared up to me. She raised her right hand again and moved to swat at me even as I attempted to dodge again. Unfortunately for me, I didn’t make it out of the way this time, and her massive hand made solid contact with my side! It felt like a foot had come at me full force and hurt like hell! I didn’t stop moving, though. To do so would mean defeat, and the last thing I wanted was the giant to get me over her lap or something after feeling the pain of a glancing blow! I dove under her legs again and dodged her by going underneath a counter and around another rolling chair. She was trying to bend down to grab me still under the counter as I tumbled around and leaped. I used every bit of force I could on the kick at her right knee from the side again! This time, I was rewarded with not only a cry of pain but a very unsettling crack as her leg gave way! “Fuck!!!” she cried, “You broke my leg!” She didn’t get a chance to say much more, though, as I took advantage of her face, now closer to my level, and landed a spinning kick into her jaw. My foot and ankle felt like it had made contact with a solid brick wall rather than human flesh! Even as I recovered, I winced at how much more that had hurt than doing it in training back home. That said, I was rewarded with seeing a toppling giant right then. She fell backward onto the floor, and her head made a sickening but gratifying thud as she landed on it! I was just preparing to limp to the door when it opened, and Sebastian and Charlotte charged in, followed by the rest of the cast. “Are you okay, Connor?” Charlotte asked, kneeling in front of me. “I think so?” I told her. “Kelly? What happened to her?” Sebastian asked in shock. “I think she tripped…?” I suggested. “Huh, that was some trip…” Will said behind him. “What do we do now?” Sebastian asked. “Wait for security,” Charlotte said. “And we get Connor looked at, did she get you?” “Once,” I said with a wince. “Where?” Charlotte and Beth showed up right then and asked. I pulled up my shirt and showed them my side, even as I blushed at the top of my Pull-Up, obviously showing to my classmates. “Shit, that looks like it’s going to bruise,” Sebastian said. I looked down but couldn’t see it much, “Won’t be the first bruise I’ve had?” Right then, four university police officers came into the room. “What’s going on here?” a tall woman with brown hair braided into a tight bun on her head. “The unconscious girl attempted to assault these two,” Charlotte said, motioning to us. “Fortunately, she tripped herself and knocked herself out before anything worse happened, but you can see here what she did to Connor.” She pulled my shirt up again. “Damn, that looks like that must hurt, little guy?” I shrugged, “It doesn’t feel great.” Right then, paramedics arrived and began looking at Kelly first since she was unconscious. As she came to, I watched her sit up with their help. “Damnit, that hurts! I think my knee’s broken!” Kelly complained, “What…?” As soon as she made eye contact with me, it was like she suddenly remembered what her mission was. Despite her pain and disabling injury, she decided to lunge towards me! As she did so, she shoved the officer checking on her to the ground! There was no delay as the officer cleared herself from Kelly, and another shot her with a taser-like device! Kelly froze and spasmed momentarily before going to the ground again and hitting her head with another satisfying thud! I tried not to smile as she was cuffed by the officers and loaded onto a gurney for treatment. BETH HAD RUN back down the hallway to the studio as quickly as she could, given how out of breath she’d been from her first sprint. While she’d been doing so, she called Amanda, so it was no surprise that Connor’s grandmother showed up as the cops and EMS were hauling off her nemesis. “Connor, are you okay?” Amanda asked her grandchild as EMS was now looking over him. “He seems to be fine, ma’am, but we want him to go to the hospital to get x-rays of his ribs to be sure. He’s limping a bit too?” “Okay, I’ll get him there,” Amanda said. “Unfortunately, since he’s a student, it’ll have to be our crew that transports him, ma’am? University personnel have to be the ones who transport.” “It just has to be someone considered an employee of the university?” she asked him. Beth grimaced for the sake of the poor guy. “I guess, technically, yes?” “So, as a professor, I could do so?” “One moment, ma’am, we’ll need to see an ID, and we’ll let you do so?” the head security officer said. “Are you sure…?” The EMT asked. Beth noted the gestures of ‘stop being stupid’ directed towards the EMT that he finally grasped. Before too long, Amanda was allowed to leave with Connor, and the security officers would handle the notification of Miss Mackenzie and the interim house mother. They raised their eyes at the bag they’d been shown, and the syringe Connor pointed out to them. “Okay, now that we have that sorted out, I need to take your statement, Miss…?” “Miss Sylvester,” Beth told him. “Didn’t I just see in our system that you had a complaint against the assailant once already this year?” Beth nodded, “Yes, but we never proved the problem was her fault?” The woman nodded, “I see that, but that, combined with today, makes your earlier issues seem related. What exactly happened?” “Instead of telling you, do you want me to show you?” Beth asked. “You have video?” “Yes, give me a second here,” Beth said as she dug through her bag and grabbed her tablet. A few moments later, a video was playing right from the beginning of their confrontation before Connor told her to run. Everything after that was missing due to her leaving for help. “What did you record this with?” she asked. Beth pushed her right contact with her right finger, “I have some of the new AR contacts?” “Handy…” she mused. “Well, you clearly weren’t here for the next part of the confrontation, and I see no issues with your conduct. Go ahead and take off; we’ll let you know if we have further questions, Miss Sylvester.” “What’s going to happen with Kelly? I don’t know if what happened to me is enough to press charges, but I want to?” “Miss Danvers is going to have her day in court, I assure you, Miss Sylvester. We clearly have an act of violence from the video verifying your story. So, we’ll see, but I would expect some consequences.” “Thanks,” Beth said and took the chance to grab her bag and leave. On her way out, she called her dad, “Daddy?” she said, nearly in tears as she walked down the sidewalk. “Beth, what’s wrong?” Her dad asked, even as a large hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her from the pathway… GRANDMA WASTED NO time in carrying me from the building, and we were picked up by Grandpa, who drove us to the hospital. “Grandma, why are we at the Children’s Hospital?” I asked nervously. “Because a good doctor and friend owe us both some favors. She’ll be trustworthy to take care of you, Connor. Don’t worry; we won’t leave your side for the rest of the day.” “And Mackenzie knows I’ll be late?” “Yes.” “Do we have to do this?” I asked nervously. Mom had told me more than a few horror stories about doctor visits for her and Aunt Bella when she was here. “Yes, we must ensure we can especially nail that idiot girl for attacking you two!” Grandma said, her voice displaying her anger. I kept silent then and found myself carried by Grandma into the hospital, where a HoloReceptionist greeted us. “Hello, what brings you here today with your little one?” “We have an appointment to see Doctor Nickerson,” Grandma said. “I’m sorry, she’s not scheduled to be in today…” “Right here, Angie,” a higher-pitched voice said from below Grandma’s waist. “Oh, hi, Doctor Nickerson,” Grandma said. “Good to see you both again,” she said with a smile. I watched the short Little woman turn back to the HoloReceptionist, “I’ll take care of the paperwork in my office; thanks, Angie.” She led us to an elevator, another floor, and an examination room. She seemed to wait for something momentarily as Grandma sat me on a much shorter examination table than I would expect Bigs to have. We both watched her fiddle with a device momentarily before saying, “Clear, Holly.” “So what’s going on, Amanda, Fred? Not that it’s not good to see you, but last I knew, you weren’t adopting?” “This is Connor, my grandson,” she told the short doctor. I looked closer at the woman then and realized she must have only been just a few inches taller than me. Her face was youthful, even as a name badge she wore, said Dr. Holly Nickerson, Chief of Pediatric Surgery. “Who’s?” “Stacy,” Grandma told her. “So, another person from back home, huh?” She asked as she looked at me. “Umm… How are you…?” She laughed, “Long story, probably much like your mother has Connor. We need to get you out of here as quickly as possible, though, so it’ll have to wait for another time. What exactly happened?” I sighed, “I got the silly slapped out of my side,” I said as I lifted my shirt. Sure enough, a bruise was already forming there. “That’s quite the bruise,” she said while donning a pair of gloves and pressing lightly on it. “Does this hurt?” she asked. I winced, “Kind of?” “Let’s go ahead and run a scan there. Anything else?” “My foot and ankle are sore from making contact with the witch’s chin?” Dr. Nickerson grinned at me, “So, I do want to hear this story…?” She helped me pull off my shoe and sock and examined the light bruising forming there. Grandma and Grandpa watched, with Grandpa handing the shorter doctor something every now and then, reading the projection from the results of a handheld scanner she rubbed against my side and my foot. “Good news,” the doctor said. “Nothing is broken in your foot or ankle. No cracked ribs either, but there is that nasty bruise there, and it looks like some damaged tissue below. You should heal on your own in a couple weeks?” “Foot is okay?” Grandma asked. “I have a BruiseEase gel to put on both spots, which should alleviate any pain.” “No nanite treatment needed, though?” Grandma asked. “Not right now; if he’d had broken bones, I would have suggested it?” “Doc is right, Mandy, he just needs time to heal. I’m guessing he’ll be almost healed tomorrow with the gel she’s talking about. We need to take some pictures of the injuries, though, for the authorities?” He told Dr. Nickerson. “One second,” the short doctor said, pulling out a camera from somewhere that was larger than what I would expect tech here to be. A few moments later, a blinding flash occurred as she photographed the bruise and showed us the pictures. “You can see her handprint!” I said in surprise. “She got you really good,” Grandpa said. “From what I saw, he got her back, though?” Grandma said with a smile. Satisfied with the photos, I was slathered in some of the gel, and then she covered that with a sizeable special bandage she placed over it that covered the area. She did the same with my foot, and I was soon discharged. “She seemed nice,” I told Grandpa, who was carrying me after grabbing a quick sandwich from the dining hall for dinner. “She’s a good one. It took a lot of nerve to become a doctor here and stay one over the years. Especially as her mommy took over Beth’s mom’s company.” “What?” I asked in shock. “She actually made it about SafeFoods instead of Little torture,” Grandma said beside us. “But I guess she retired a few years ago after becoming more than wealthy. I would guess that Holly has to have had a rejuvenation treatment or two, but she still seems to enjoy working. I’m a little surprised she’s not just staying home with her mommy now.” “Huh,” I said, suddenly wondering what would happen to the tiny doctor someday when her ‘mommy’ passed away. Eventually, we approached the residence hall about two hours after curfew, and Grandma swiped us in with her faculty card. A nest mother was on duty at a desk and said, “Curfew violator? I’ll have to call about this?” “No, they know about this. Connor was assaulted earlier; he’s been at the hospital getting looked at. President Barnes is aware of it and gave permission. We’re just going to take him back up to his nest,” Grandma said authoritatively. “And you are…?” “Professor Westerfield?” The girl’s face changed then, “Go on up!” Inside the elevator, Grandpa said, “You would think you have a bit of a reputation at this point, Mandy.” Grandma giggled, and soon I was left in the care of Mackenzie, who insisted on helping me to the bathroom, diapering me, and placing me down in my pod. “Get some sleep, Connor, I’ll get your story tomorrow.” “Thanks,” I told her, genuinely exhausted and falling asleep rapidly. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! Please leave me a comment and press the 'Like' Button! I like this chapter, so I want you to like it too! Bar for a bonus chapter this week will be 30 likes! 🙂 So I know this has been a looooong build-up to our encounter with Kelly. I know most of you guessed that's who would be in the room, and I have no problems with you all making that good guess! 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Chapter 80: Big Baby BETH WATCHED AS Connor walked out from the costume shop dressed in his ordinary ‘big boy’ clothes, even as she walked to her own demise as the resident potty training dunce. “Okay, Beth,” Gary said, “I put your bodysuit in the changing room there. Why don’t you hit the restroom and put it on, then I’ll help with the rest of the outfit?” Beth blushed, “I could do it myself…?” He shook his head, “I’m sure you could probably get it good enough for use; I don’t think it’ll be possible to get it usable for filming. If you’d be more comfortable with it, I can get Charlotte to help?” Beth squirmed briefly before saying, “Umm… no offense, but I’d prefer a girl?” He nodded, “No worries! I’ll go get her while you change into the body. Be back in a moment!” Beth was burning red as she entered the costume room and found the bodysuit. She paused by it momentarily and headed to the attached restroom to pee again before returning to pull it on. She was still creeped out by how it felt like skin to the touch and how it had looked far too realistic before. Sighing, she pulled her clothes off and gently folded her panties and bra inside the sweater she’d worn that day. No one around there would blink an eye at seeing underwear, but she was still more than a little self-conscious over wearing a bra that was far too small for any tween-sized Big. The ‘B-cup’ the bra proclaimed itself to be was anything but the same B-cup size her little sister Laura wore! ‘Let alone Charlotte…’ She sighed. Deciding to get it over with, she stepped into the suit and pulled it up over her hips, her slight tummy, and finally, her arms through the straps and over her shoulders to settle it in place. Turning to look at herself in the mirror, it was unnerving to see her breasts disappear entirely and reappear as a realistic portrayal of her body when she was a little girl. Her torso looked like natural skin and almost made her cover it up in embarrassment. Anything she cared to hide for real was at least hidden! She’d tentatively poked the ‘skin’ of the suit for a second when a knock came on the door. “Beth, Gary said you wanted me to help?” Turning bright red again, “More than him?” She said. “May I come in?” Beth opened the door knob just a fraction, and Charlotte quickly pushed her way past and closed the door again. “Ready?” Charlotte asked, looking at her. Beth shrugged, “I guess?” “Just get this over with again?” Charlotte suggested. Beth nodded in response. She was lifted onto the long padded counter inside the changing room without any other warning. She was barely too long for the changing space, so she didn’t have to crunch to fit on it! She looked up at Charlotte, who was holding up a diaper and the daycare logoed top. “I hate that these even fit me…” Beth complained as Charlotte gently lifted her rear to place the diaper underneath. “Sorry, Beth,” Charlotte said. “Really though, this company probably makes them big enough for that one Big girl who’s now with the Littles dorm?” Beth blanched, “I guess they do…” “I wonder what she did, anyway?” Charlotte asked. Beth turned red then but didn’t say anything as the tapes were exactly pressed down on the diaper. “Okay, you know something, I’m guessing?” Charlotte inquired. “Umm… maybe?” Beth said as Charlotte steadied her to sit upright. She expected Charlotte to just hand her the top, but instead, she scrunched it up and said, “Arms up?” As she slid it down her body. “So what’s the story?” “Nevaeh broke into my room and tried to frame me for accidents?” Beth found herself saying to Charlotte. “You’re kidding?” Charlotte asked. Beth shook her head, “No, but I don’t think it was her idea? I really think it’s Kelly?” “What did you do to that girl?” Charlotte asked, looking down at her worriedly. Beth shrugged, “I wish I knew! All I can think of is it’s something to do with my parents instead? None of us can figure it out.” “Hmm… That’s good to know. I’ll keep an eye on anything she does if she returns to the project. Sebastian really wants her gone completely after tonight, though.” She shrugged, “Personally, I can’t stand her type! She’s a wannabe star who will never make it anywhere because no one will ever want to work with her.” Beth smiled at that, “Makes sense.” “Well, shall we go get this montage filmed and the first part of this horror film for you done?” “Might as well?” Charlotte picked her up then and asked, “Do you mind if I just carry you? It feels more real to me if I carry you around like I would, Callie?” “As long as you remember, that’s Callie, not Beth?” she responded. “Sounds good!” She smiled and placed her on her hip before squeezing her in a hug, “I’m glad we have you and Connor around. You’re both the kind of people I like to be around!” Beth clung nervously to the tall actress as she carried her out in only the diaper and shirt to the makeup area. With a smile, Gary was standing beside a tall chair, “I know you don’t like hearing this, but you do look cute, Beth.” “You’re right; I don’t like hearing that,” Beth scowled. He had the good grace to laugh, “I wouldn’t either. Do you already have SkinSync on?” He asked Beth nodded, “Yes?” “Great, where’s your phone? I assume that’s the device you control it with?” She nodded and pointed back at the dressing room. Charlotte set her on the chair and walked back for her backpack, returning with the phone and then handing it to Beth. “Okay, I got a friend to send me a preset they use on a sitcom he’s shooting. It’s going to be perfect for your look,” he said. “Let me just send it to you?” Beth sighed, allowed the transferred file, loaded it into the app, and activated ‘Preschool Girl.’ The app gave a virtual preview of the look, and she noted the freckles it added and the obvious complexion of a child. “You may have to share your source with me,” Charlotte said, “Whoever they are does top-notch work!” Gary laughed, “I think you already know her? It’s Audry Retner?” Charlotte laughed, “Yes, I definitely do know her! She’s helped me on a couple projects. How do you know Audry?” They talked briefly while Isabella brushed Beth’s hair and separated the sides into loose pigtails with large pink bows to tie at her head. Glancing in the mirrors meant she would never have guessed she wasn’t a preschooler. Kindergartner seemed a step more mature than she looked. Of course, that meant it fit the role perfectly as a failing preschooler! “Let’s get out there and do this?” Charlotte said a moment later and picked her back up. The warmth from her body was appreciated as the HoloStage was more than a bit chilly, wearing only a t-shirt, diaper, and socks! To her surprise, it wasn’t the car outside the daycare set up for shooting. Sebastian looked up from a tablet, “Hey guys, I was just looking at the shot list that Kelly had been making, and we missed scheduling the initial scene leaving the daycare with you picking Callie up. I know it wasn’t planned, but can you two manage shooting this whole sequence? We finished with the first scenes earlier than planned?” Beth looked up at the clock and realized it was still several hours before she even thought about going to bed. Shrugging, she said, “Charlotte and I ran the lines already for that this week?” “I’m good,” Charlotte said. “Do you have Amelia and Ava ready?” “Right here,” she heard behind her, realizing the two were already getting ready. “Okay, then I want to break into two crews here. The first crew will accompany Beth into the playroom and film her participating in circle time with the HoloKids and the HoloTeacher, Miss Dani’ leading the group. I just want a wide-angle and semi-close camera on Beth. While filming, we’ll use the other cameras to film the meeting with Mrs. Sanders?” Sebastian suggested. “Any reason not to do them separately?” Charlotte asked. “I think continuity might work better? We’ll have Isabella bring Beth out to Amelia to hand over to Mom here?” Charlotte shrugged, “We’ll try it; worst case, we re-shoot the whole sequence?” “Exactly,” Sebastian said. “We have time to be a little experimental.” Beth was placed onto her feet and followed Jackson back to the daycare classroom, where he had been designated as the lead DOP for the scene. Beth felt herself grow slightly sick at the preschool room she found herself in. She noted that several of the HoloCharacters already playing around the room had Pull-Ups on, but none seemed to have diapers. “Why don’t some of these kids have diapers on?” Harper, another of the crew, asked “This is the classroom Callie fails out of,” Beth found herself telling her before someone else could do so. “Oh,” she said. “Okay, places!” Beth heard over an intercom a short while later. She was placed in an area with baby dolls and was supposed to pretend to change her dolly’s diaper until she was called to circle time. A short while later, she heard, “Action!” The experience was a bit surreal as the HoloTeacher suddenly appeared before her, pushed the doll out of her hands, and picked her up. She was placed on a colored circle on a large carpet right beside the teacher a moment later and wanted to scream as she began to lead the class in a few rounds of the ‘ABCs’ and ‘Wheels on the Bus’ before Amelia appeared to scoop her up and take her to her ‘mommy.’ She was handed over to Charlotte, “They just changed her into a fresh dry diapee, so she’s all good to go. Why don’t you show your mommy what you made today?” She was handed a fingerpainted drawing that she passed to Charlotte. “Aww,” Charlotte cooed and bounced her up and down. “What a little artist you are!” Beth felt her side lightly tickled, which caused her to giggle. “Here are her other clothes; they washed them,” Amelia said, handing over a baggie of what her character had an accident in earlier. Charlotte sighed, “Thanks.” She carried Beth out the door and to the car, buckling her into the car seat. “Cut!” Sebastian said. “All of that in one long take?” Beth asked. “Why did we break up the earlier ones so much?” “We actually did about five takes in the office,” Charlotte told her. “We just didn’t break your scene up. I think that worked, though. Did you get all the angles you needed?” Sebastian said, “We’re going to review it quickly; if it seems like we did, we’ll move on. If we didn’t, we’ll break it up and do it again.” Beth sighed as she was strapped into the car seat. “Any chance you could let me out of this while we make that check?” “Sure,” Charlotte said, reaching down. “I know I need to use the bathroom. Do you need to, too, while we’re waiting?” Beth found herself nodding, “I’d rather not use the thing I’m wearing!” I MADE MY way back to the dorm about fifteen minutes before the curfew to return. Mackenzie was changing Liam right then, and as soon as she sat him on the ground, she turned to me. “And where have you been?” “Filming our project?” I told her. “Oh? What is the project about?” “I’d rather not talk about it,” I sighed. “My group is still filming but tried to get my scenes for the day knocked out early.” “I’m going to have to get the project out of you sooner or later,” she smirked before looking at her watch. “You’ve got about an hour-and-a-half, and I’ll change you into your night clothes?” I nodded, “Okay, I’m going to study until then.” She checked on the others quickly before returning to her room, and I decided I wanted to hit the restroom. I was grateful that I seemed clear of any effects from the previous week so far and avoided any other issues with tampering in the first three days back without my nanites. ‘Wonder if that’ll last?’ I worried as I returned to my desk. I set a proximity alert and pulled on my EdgeSphere set before getting to work on some homework for my HoloFields class. The class was becoming more manageable, but we were discussing a new topic related directly to making the fields physically solid, causing some mental gymnastics. ‘Who in the world dreamt this would work?’ I shook my head. The concept involved using the proper charge of an electron into the system that somehow created a bond between the projected ‘sheets’ of light as the creator thought of it. They’d started with just solid walls but had quickly figured out ways to bend the light to create spherical shapes and everything in between. All that led to the fantastic technology in the HoloStages here at Emerson. The proximity alarm went off then, and I realized Mackenzie was approaching. “Come on, Con. It’s time for your last potty and diaper.” I sighed and stood up, walking to the bathroom, where she followed me. While sitting down on the potty I had chosen as my ‘normal’ one, I couldn’t help but realize it was pretty much mine at this point. The others in the room hadn’t seemed to even try to get out of diapers so far that week! While I was sitting there, she pulled the pants and Pull-Up from my feet and left me naked while she examined the Pull-Up and waved her phone over the ribbon. She waited until I had wiped and stood before picking me up and carrying me to the changing table. “Why was this off for a couple hours?” I jolted, “Did you not get an email about that?” My stomach dropped slightly, “For the film, I had to wear something else?” “I don’t think so…?” She said, lifting my legs up to place the diaper under my rear. A puff of baby powder was used, and she quickly taped the diaper closed before dressing me in the griffin onesie. “Tell you what, why don’t you come talk to me in my room so we don’t disturb anyone?” I looked around and realized the other guys had crashed and, with the open pods, could probably hear us. I nodded and settled into her strong arms as she carried me into her apartment. I watched her grab a tablet before settling down with me on the couch in her living room. I chose to stay quiet as she found her email app and discovered the email she hadn’t yet seen. “Okay, so this verifies what you said. It’s not that I don’t trust you, Connor, but we need to ensure we can verify your potty records if you’re still going to be allowed to wear big-boy pants.” I blushed but nodded, “I understand; that’s why I asked him to email you.” “So, what’s this about a film? I remember you saying you’re a Film and Computer Science Major?” I nodded, “My filmmaking class has a project we’re working on right now with a script written by a member of our scriptwriting class.” “Your script wasn’t good enough?” She asked. I shook my head, “It was; the problem was we had an idiot girl who lost us the contest we needed to win to have enough ‘money’ for the scripts. We ended up with another one that they thought would be okay.” “What’s the script you’re doing about?” She asked. I blushed, “It’s pretty bad,” I said. “Umm… Have you heard of a potty training buddy?” I was expecting laughter. Maybe a smirk. A look of joy and delight? The look of horror on her face, though, could have been mine when I figured it out. “They’re making you do that?!?” ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading!!! I appreciate the Likes/Comments on the last chapter. 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Chapter 79: Scene 14 “THAT’S IT!” I heard Charlotte say as she looked at the shorter girl. “Get the hell out of this soundstage. We’ll get you in for your one appearance, and that’s only if Professor Wyler doesn’t let me completely fire you.” “Just who…?” Kelly started. “She’s the producer of Studio Three Productions,” Sebastian said, “And I’m the director. If you don’t leave in the next ten seconds, I’m going to call security.” “This is bullshit!” Kelly shouted as she randomly flung the diaper at my body and the wipes on the ground. After she was gone, I asked, “Please tell me you have some footage you were rolling during that?” Will nodded, “Yeah, I have the soundstage cameras set to record everything out here in case we have something awesome happen and miss it.” “As soon as we’re done tonight, I need the footage from now and when she was taunting Connor earlier,” Charlotte said. “I’ll send it to Professor Wyler.” “May I have a copy of it too?” Beth asked. “Do you need it?” Charlotte asked. “It may be violating some conditions that were placed on her before? I’ve had some issues this semester, and honestly, she may be behind some of it?” Beth replied. Charlotte looked thoughtful for a second, “In that case, definitely, and I’ll also forward a copy to you, Connor. You might want to have your grandmother involved?” Beth nodded, “Thanks.” “Now, can we figure out what we’re doing here?” I asked. Sebastian nodded, “I think we can have you put on the slacks and shirt you wear for meeting Sarah at your door. We’ll do the scene inside in several takes, then move outside. For the outfit change, we’ll show her laying you down and maybe talking while pretending to manipulate your body out of camera view.” “No need to actually be naked?” I asked nervously. “No, and even if we get to that point, you’ll wear a bodysuit. Since you’re not an adopted Little, it’s considered legal for you to be filmed nude since you can give consent, but then we’re talking a completely adult rating for this. I don’t plan on us ever showing either of you in the nude.” Sebastian told me. I breathed out when I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath! “Wait! What if I was an adopted Little?” “Different rules apply depending on what ‘age’ you’re registered as,” Charlotte told me. “It also depends on where you’re filming.” “That’s not considered to be like something inappropriate with a minor?” I asked, shocked. “Does your dimension not have diaper commercials showing baby bottoms?” Sebastian asked. I grimaced, “Yes?” “That’s something that can be shown for an adopted Little without it hitting the censorship standards; nothing can ever be shown of the front though.” Charlotte finished. “That seems so wrong,” I said. She shrugged, “Women have always been obsessed with baby’s bottoms. It sells diapers to mommies.” I shuddered, “We’re not planning on that though?” “Like I said, you’re an adult; it’s considered different,” Charlotte answered. I shook my head, “Got it… I guess let’s go get this next scene knocked out?” The two of us headed off to wardrobe. At the same time, the soundstage was adjusted to be set up for us to leave the apartment after we finished inside and go to the parking lot. We would encounter Harper, playing my neighbor who wanted to adopt me. She didn’t have any lines there; it would just be a quick bouncing of the virtual Holographic Little she would appear to hold. My first scene as a diapered and soon-to-be-adopted Little would occur when we reached the car. BETH WATCHED WITH trepidation for Connor as he and Charlotte began filming the scene of his character, former boss and new mommy, picking him up from his apartment to adopt him. Even knowing it was fake for a movie, she found she had a pit forming in her stomach and nearly wanted to vomit as the scene played out in front of the cameras. She watched Connor check the door on a video screen and let Charlotte’s character inside. She watched as they went through the lines of him inviting her in before ‘Sarah’ said, “I spoke with your landlord and just paid the next two years’ rent for you. He’s agreed to leave everything alone in here.” Connor responded, “Oh, that’s,” paused, “kind of you?” “Cut!” Sebastian called out. Beth noted that Connor looked surprised, “Did I do something wrong?” Sebastian shrugged, “I want to have a bit more of a look like you’re thinking of the response? It seemed a little forced of a pause?” He turned to Will, “Can you get one of the cameras to focus on his hands?” At Will’s nod, he turned to Connor, “If you can maybe wring your hands so people can see your nerves?” “Charlotte, can you act a bit more nervous yourself? I know your character is that of a CEO, and you are obviously confident. Still, I want to project the emotion that she’s not sure this is a good idea either? She will be losing one of her best employees through this.” “Sure thing, Seb,” she said before turning to Connor, “Let’s take it from the top! We got this!” Beth believed Sebastian had some serious balls to give notes to an accomplished actress like Charlotte! As the scene played out on the cameras, though, Beth had to admit he had been right. They stopped a few times in the middle of the dialogued scene for some changes in blocking, requests for different tones, and one time for another change in camera angles. Charlotte and Sebastian brought professionalism to the set, though that felt great! ‘If only this trash wasn’t the project we were filming!’ Beth thought. They finished up the initial dialogue part of the scene about forty minutes later. Then, they proceeded to film Connor going about packing up his life. At Charlotte’s suggestion, he looked much sadder and managed to force a tear as he packed up some photos of his character’s parents. Someone had done a great job generating a series of family photos for his character from childhood to adulthood. Beth had to admit that had definitely been a more humane addition to this ‘adoption’ aspect of the film by Charlotte’s character letting him gather his things. The process was started and stopped multiple times to improve the actions and camera angles. Still, they managed to wrap filming of that up in about twenty minutes and rolled their way onto the most dreadful part of the script to come. Charlotte casually throwing his small backpack on her shoulder made it seem like she was carrying a purse with her size. Connor had to reach pretty high up to grab her hand, and as they walked down the hallway from his apartment on camera, it looked as awkward as it should have. They filmed the ride down the elevator and were ready to pass by the ‘neighbor.’ “Okay, you ready, Harper?” Sebastian asked. “Yeah, this HoloLittle is cute!” She told him. Beth rolled her eyes. “It’s crazy how you all made it feel like he has weight?” “That’s a newer tweak to the tech,” Charlotte told her. “I’ve heard a couple of toy companies are trying to figure out how to create one children can use as dolls.” “That would be so cool!” Harper said as she bounced the ‘baby’ up and down. “Let’s get this filmed,” Sebastian said, moving the process along. It only took three takes to get what they needed for the brief interlude of the neighbor clearly thinking she was both jealous and that Charlotte’s character was doing the ‘right’ thing for Connor’s character. As she led him to the expensive-looking projected car, she heard, “Cut!” After a pause, “Let’s film you putting the bag and Brian inside a few times here, then we’ll switch to the roof being off the car to let us have better camera angles. On the first attempt to pick Connor up to place him inside, Owen said, “Charlotte, be a bit more tentative but still caring as you pick him up. That was more the move of someone who is used to picking him up over and over again. We’ll want that when you pick up Callie, but you’re not quite there with the employee you probably should have kept employed?” Charlotte nodded. “Connor, you’re looking terrified quite nicely, but maybe close your eyes as if you’re pretending this isn’t really happening?” Connor blushed, “It seems like I’m not pretending?” The crew laughed. “Yes,” Charlotte said, “Trust me.” Connor nodded at her after a second’s pause, and they did the take again. It comprised three more before they felt like they had a couple of good ones. “Okay, crew, please switch us to the roof off the car cameras. Please get everything set. I want a view of Charlotte’s face, one of Connor’s, and one coming from nearly his point of view as she works. We need those clothes and the diaper here so she can handle them. We’ll start this scene, cut to go, let Connor get into the next costume, then finish.” Beth watched everyone scurry then and noted that this scene had taken quite a bit more time than the last one. “Okay, places, everyone!” Beth saw Connor nervously lay down again on the back of the hatchback area. I WAS WAITING for the call, “Action!” and as soon as it hit, Charlotte started ‘changing me.’ To everyone in the crew’s credit, I think any other group would probably have just had her actually change me and filmed that! Instead, she held up a diaper in front of my view for a moment and the purple romper she was supposed to dress me in, “We need to get a diaper on you before we go to the adoption center...” “Oh…” I said the line, and she manipulated my arms and legs in frame for a few minutes. “Cut!” We heard, “That works, I think; let’s just do that a couple more times before we change wardrobes here.” We redid the take and then did it again twice while repositioning the cameras to get things right. “Cut!” I heard again, “Connor, go to wardrobe and change into the romper costume; cast, be ready to finish this scene here.” “Let me give you a lift down,” Charlotte told me. “Thanks!” I told her. The back of the SUV-like vehicle was probably about three-quarters of my height, so the lift down was appreciated! I felt a total dread as I walked to the wardrobe room. Reaching the door, Gary was already holding it open for me and beckoned me inside. “Okay, I know you’re not an adopted Little, so I want your consent to help you with these changes?” He paused, “I can get another cast member to help, too, if you prefer?” I thought briefly about asking if Beth or Charlotte could help, but I sighed, “This is your job; let’s just get this done.” “Okay, I have a back room set up for you for this part of things.” He led me to one of the side doors, and I prayed this guy was not one of the bad ones! Inside, he closed the door and said, “Go ahead and get undressed.” “How far?” “I know this will be awkward, but we’ll put a diaper on you all the way down. Since you are a Little, I don’t want to risk you having an issue if there’s an accident. Not that I care about that, but the last thing we want is for you to have demerits?” I blushed at that but nodded, “You’re probably right. Actually, can I use the restroom real quick?” “Sure, it’s right here,” he showed me an adjoining restroom, and I ducked in there quickly before returning to strip out of everything. I had gotten down to the Pull-Up when he suddenly picked me up, “Do you mind if I just tear this off?” He asked. “Yes, I do… they monitor this?” He looked at the strip and said, “Oh, they ribboned you… Remind me to send a note with you back to your nest mother. Let’s take this off you, and we’ll put it with your uniform to go back on.” I blushed as he helped me stand and took it from me. I was mortified as he pushed me back down and said, “I’m not going to hurt you; I have genuine baby siblings at home, and I know how to change a diaper!” To his credit, he quickly and efficiently placed a diaper underneath me. The baby powder he used seemed excessive, but he had me taped in the diaper pretty quickly. “This is pretty thick,” I said to him. “It’s a special type of diaper from this brand that’s given to film studios to stand out more on camera.” “Oh…” “It also tends to help make a better waddle for a Little,” he said. “Sorry, I know it’s kind of a crappy thing to do, but the university does actually have a sponsorship deal for projects like this. They require us to use these and show the branding for all the projects we need to use diapers for film and stage.” I blushed, “I’m not a fan, honestly!” He laughed, “Sorry, Connor, let’s get this romper on you. Charlotte will do your hair on camera, so it’s just a matter of getting on these sandals now, and you’re ready for your scene!” “Great…” I said wryly. He picked me up off the table a few minutes later, but instead of setting me down on my feet, he carried me out to the stage. “Here’s your little girl,” he said to Charlotte as he passed me off to her. “Cute,” she said. “I know you probably don’t want to hear that, but I think you pull this off quite nicely, Brianna!” I blushed, “Umm… thanks I guess…” “Shall we get this horrible scene out of the way?” “Please!” They returned to the back of the car and filmed her holding my former clothing items, including a screen-ready Pull-Up that looked worn but still clean. “Why don’t you inspect that closer for one of these shots,” Isabella suggested. She was serving as one of the boom operators. “Why?” I found myself asking in stereo with Charlotte and Sebastian. “Mommies always have to know if their new Littles have accidents?” I blushed, “Great,” I complained. “We don’t have to use it,” Sebastian said, “But we might as well film it in case we want it. It can always be cut?” With that, we did the whole sequence there again, and she looked it over quickly, even as a camera moved in close to see the clean and dry Pull-Up. “I guess that’s the last clean padding we’ll be removing for a while,” Charlotte said ad-lib. “Cut!” Sebastian said. “That actually kind of works; we’ll see what we think when we watch the dailies tonight.” He paused, then added, “One last part of this is to do Brianna’s hair, then we’ll get those last few lines knocked out, her in her car seat, and drive off.” “This scene is taking a lot longer than I would have thought to film based on the script,” Sophia said, one of the crew who was hanging off to the side. “Nothing is as easy as it looks on screen,” Charlotte agreed. “Places!” Sebastian called, and soon we were underway. As we began again, Charlotte sat me upright and pulled a brush from somewhere. I sat still while she brushed my hair, which was gentle and almost calming. She produced the described hair band with pretty flowers and used it to hold my hair back but still loosely down around my shoulders. She smiled, “What would you like me to call you instead of Brian? I’m guessing you thought of a name?” “Brianna…” I said nervously and almost in a whisper. She squeezed me into a hug, “I like that.” She held me momentarily and then picked me up, placing me on her hip as she walked outside the car and to the rear passenger side door. Opening the door, I saw an older-looking ‘used’ convertible car seat that was probably capable of being a rear-facing seat. She buckled me inside and tightened everything down before we heard Cut again. “Hey guys, I think we need to do this scene again and turn the car seat around,” said Madelyn, one of the set design members. “Why?” Ben asked. “Connor is obviously small enough that he requires a rear-facing seat?” Madelyn said. Several other girls nodded. I sighed, “Whenever I’m in cars here, they usually set it rear-facing for me. Does that work, though, with me not supposed to be a littler sister?” Sebastian looked thoughtful for a second, “Charlotte?” “I think the safety person for any of my crews would have insisted on it? We sometimes have government safety checks on things like that… So it’s probably a good idea? ‘Callie’ is short enough that maybe she turns her seat around to rear-facing before they pick her up? It would help emphasize that her mommy will fully baby her for now? They’ve made that height and weight range so large now that it wouldn’t be impossible… How long does it take to program the seats to be turned around?” Charlotte asked. “Just reset back to the beginning of that take, and we’ll have it done before we go? Should take all of a minute?” Madelyn said. “Let’s do it then!” Sebastian said, and we reset the scene again. Finally, a short while later, we wrapped up the end of the scene, and I was handed a purple sippy cup that I looked skeptically at. Charlotte said, “It’s just Plapple juice, nothing harmful.” I responded with my line of, “I thought Plapple juice...?” Charlotte smiled and shook her head, “Some of it, but this is the safe stuff! It was one of the things we suspected might be causing Callie’s potty problems since it’s her favorite drink. I get this from a special store that tests things to ensure they’re safe.” “Oh…” I replied. I watched as she closed the door and sat in the driver’s seat. I took an exploratory sip from the cup and could tell there was actually some Plapple juice inside of it. ‘I sure hope this is the safe stuff…’ I worried. I continued to sip at it as Charlotte ‘drove’ down the road, which changed around us on the soundstage. It was actually cool to see the effects, including sound and AI characters acting true to life, even including idiot drivers that pissed off Charlotte! “Cut!” Sebastian said. “Let’s film the end of this as they arrive at the courthouse and go inside, and that’ll wrap a scene that I didn’t think we planned enough time for, honestly.” I agreed with that! We resumed as Charlotte’s character came around the side to my seat. With the door opened, she cooed, “Well, aren’t you the thirsty little girl!” I didn’t even have to try to blush as she said her line. My face turned bright red from embarrassment for my character! I said my next line convincingly, “Guess I was too nervous this morning to eat or drink anything.” “Well, let’s officially make you mommy’s little girl!” Charlotte said convincingly as she gathered me in her arms. “Cut!” Sebastian said. When we finally finished the take a few more times, he said, “That’s a wrap on that portion. We have some food here, everyone; get something to eat, and then we’ll get going with the last scene we’ll film today. Connor, if you need to go, you’re done for today?” I looked at Beth inquisitively, but she tilted her head, and I said, “Okay, that’s probably a good idea. I just saw a clock; we only have forty minutes until I have to be in the dorm.” Charlotte gave me a ride back to the wardrobe room. After changing back into my Pull-Up uniform and setting the makeup to a ‘clear’ setting, I returned to the dorm. I gave Beth a ‘good luck’ sign, knowing she had one of the worst sets of scenes to film and feeling kind of bad I wasn’t there to support her! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! Please leave me a Like and a Comment! It helps fill the mental tip jar here! I'll post again on Friday. I'm currently working to finish up Chapter 92, and hopefully will get enough ahead that bi-weekly chapters become the norm. 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Chapter 78: Rolling! I FOLLOWED GARY back and exited the HoloStage into a large, well-lit room with makeup counters, spaces to hang costumes, changing rooms, and even a few bathroom doors off the side. A rack of costumes was labeled with ‘C. Slane,’ amidst others for most of the cast. I noted that I had more than most characters on the rack. Beth and Charlotte were the only others with their own rack. Gary walked over to the end of the rack and grabbed a bag labeled with ‘Scene 9’ on it. “Go ahead and get changed in there,” he pointed to a side room. I was mildly surprised to be sent to change off alone, given the intimate nature of the future costume changes, but I didn’t look the gift horse in the mouth! This first scene was held in the office, so I was still wearing my ‘big boy’ clothes, so to speak. The khakis and button-down shirt, with a simple pair of brown loafers, went on quickly. I exited the changing room, having hung up my uniform, and found Charlotte having Isabella giving her a hand with her hair. She was already dressed in a business skirt-suit that looked appropriate for a powerful CEO. “Come on over here, Connor,” Gary said. “Did you, by chance, pick up that makeup?” I blushed, “I have it in my backpack?” “Can you go get it?” I nodded and found where we had put it away earlier, handing it to him. He picked me up and settled me in the tall chair before he unsealed the new makeup package. I sat still while he gently brushed it onto my face. “Why don’t we use your phone for this?” He suggested. I found my phone in my bag and connected to the new nanites. “What now?” I asked. “Here,” he said as he fiddled with his phone, and a second later, mine asked to accept a transfer. A second later, I saw thirty presets that had just been added to my options. “Select the businessman setting,” he told me. I nodded, selected it, and then looked in the mirror. There wasn’t a massive shift in my appearance, but my face smoothed out, and the colors shifted slightly. I knew that without that color shift, the lighting would wash my face out in the cameras. “That was simple!” I said to him. “Yep!” He motioned to Isabella, “She’ll take care of your hair now. Charlotte, do you mind if we use one of my presets?” She shrugged, “Go for it, though you might want to look through some of my existing looks first?” He shook his head, “I know what I’m looking for here. You probably have something similar, but I know this setting will look good on camera for your character?” “I’m in your hands, Gary; you already seem pretty good at this.” I wanted to watch Charlotte’s look change, but Bella was already gripping and brushing my hair tightly. “Connor, you have amazing hair!” I blushed, “Thanks.” “I very rarely see any male Littles with hair like this. Fortunately, it makes this film easier, but it’s also fun to play with! I can’t wait for some of the later scenes!” “Umm… thanks…” I said nervously. After a warning, my hair was pulled into a low ponytail and sprayed with what I first assumed was a thin layer of hairspray. When Bella took her phone out, I learned it wasn’t that. “What are you doing?” I asked. “This is an ultra-hold nanite spray for hair. It’ll help us make sure your hair stays put!” “How long does it last?” I asked. She shrugged, “A couple days to a week of washing it will take it all out. I can also simply deactivate them before you leave, too, and they’ll fall off immediately.” “That’s kind of cool,” I told her. “Yeah, it is! Definitely helps not having to redo your hair constantly!” She smiled. A few minutes later, Charlotte asked, “Ready to get started?” I looked up at her and noted how stern her face looked. Between the look they’d done with the makeup, plus the skirt suit, she seemed rather severe and very much like someone who didn’t take anything from anyone! The clothes and makeup also made her appear to be in her early thirties more than a young college girl. “Sure,” I said nervously. I slid down the seat and made the rather tall jump to the attached chair step and then another down to the ground. “Careful!” Isabella said nervously. I just smiled at her, “I’m fine.” “Come on,” Charlotte said, leading me into the soundstage to begin filming. BETH SPENT TIME in what was the command center for Will, who was serving as the Director of Photography. She could see several holographic displays before him, denoting the four cameras they had set up for the shots. One was tight on Connor’s face, another was tight on Charlotte’s face, a third focused on framing the two of them still relatively tightly, and the fourth was a wide angle of their entire room. You could see the holo characters around the room moving from place to place and seemingly working in the busy office. Connor was sitting in a modified office chair for his size and using a Little-sized keyboard. She’d heard more than a few ‘awws’ about his look from the other crew members as they watched the screens! As shooting began, Beth had to admit that Charlotte and Connor had terrific screen chemistry together. Beth guessed Connor could have been a reasonably decent actor in his own right, but working with Charlotte made him one of the best Littles she’d seen on screen. “I don’t think that camera picked up him looking nervous enough,” Sebastian said after they ran the scene for the second time. “We could move the shot on the two of them to a closeup from the other side? That would give us two on him?” Will said. “Yeah, that would help,” Sebastian agreed. “What a direct heat beam on him? Get him to sweat some?” Owen suggested. “Worth a try!” Sebastian said. “Let’s reset and run the scene from the top. Connor, when she suggests dinner, I need you to sell just how nervous you are at the idea!” When Sebastian again called ‘action’ on the scene, Beth watched it improve. She watched the scene go through and reach the place they hadn’t been happy with before. Charlotte said, “And you should be! You’ve literally saved the company!” she squeezed him briefly in an uninvited hug. She pushed away and stood beside him, “I know this may sound awkward, but I would like to have you over for dinner later as a thank you? I’m a great cook?” Beth watched as Brian began to actively sweat underneath the heat lamp they had directed to him. He ran his hands together and then pulled at his collar for a second, “Just dinner?” he asked. As they completed the scene with Charlotte present, he breathed a sigh of relief before seeming to remind himself, “She’s safe… She’s supposed to be one of the good ones.” He looked around the room as if for clarification on the thought and turned back to the screen where he was coding something in real-time. “And cut!!!” Sebastian called, “That was great!” “What’s next again?” Charlotte asked. “Scene thirteen, ‘Inside Brian’s Apartment,’ Kelly responded. Beth felt her hatred for the girl rise every day, but at least they had managed to relegate her to nothing more than tracking if they had recorded all of the scenes in the script. “Why are we doing things so out of order?” She found herself asking, even as the soundstage was instantaneously changed to an apartment that Connor’s character was supposed to live in. “There are a whole bunch of reasons,” Sebastian said as he watched Connor go with Gary out of the stage to get changed for the next scene. “Number one is when personnel are available. Connor has earlier classes ending on this day, so trying to get as many of his scenes out of the way as possible made sense.” “Why not film in order though?” He shrugged, “Pretty common. Since we assemble everything later anyway, it’s easier sometimes to look at the logistics. We also have the special treatment we’ll be using for him to create Brianna’s appearance, that’s not needed at this point in the script. We’ll hit those spots on the weekend to have the whole time before undoing it. We’ll get the rest of Connor’s ‘Brian’ scenes on Friday so we can focus on those, and with any luck, we can be ‘in the can’ by Sunday.” Beth shook her head, “This is way more involved than I expected for an intro class.” Sebastian laughed, “It’s more involved than I think any other groups will go. The exception will be Connor’s script.” He shook his head, “Connor’s script was incredibly cool, but I heard that group is struggling with it right now.” “Why?” “The tech and the scenery?” Sebastian shrugged, “I think we would have figured it out with Connor’s help, but it was definitely one of my few worries about it myself.” Connor was dressed in the correct day of clothes and returned to the ‘apartment.’ “Okay, Connor,” Sebastian said, “I want you to go ahead and unlock the apartment door with your wristband, then enter. We will do this a few times to get the entrance correct.” “Okay,” Connor said. Beth watched as he entered a half-dozen times, and they used their four cameras in multiple views for each take. Connor was good about landing on the same mark so they could continue to the next part of the scene. “Okay, Connor, for this next part, you will continue into your bedroom. Pull out the middle drawer and grab the purple pajamas. I’d like to film this segment in one take a few times?” “Got it,” Connor said. Beth watched as he did what was asked several times, and finally, they moved to the point where he said. “Now, we’re not going to film you changing,” Sebastian assured him, “but I want you to walk to the bed with them, place them down on it, and start to pull up on your shirt. We’ll cut then to you coming out of the bedroom fully dressed.” Will asked for a few takes to get the right camera angles. “Go see Gary and Isabella, and come on back out here,” Sebastian said to him. Beth watched the workings around her and could tell that Sebastian and Charlotte brought a sense of professionalism to the set, unlike what was probably present with the other crews. “That seemed like a lot for what, two sentences in the script?” Beth said to Sebastian. “Probably could have taken more time with it, honestly,” he told her. “If this was a big production, they might have done it in one take, but I could also see someone breaking it down further.” “That’s nuts,” Beth said. Beth watched right then as the door to the costume area opened back up and revealed Connor wearing the really cute purple satin pajamas. “Oh my god, you’re soooo adorable!!!” Kelly apparently couldn’t help herself. “Kelly…” Sebastian said. “Sorry Sebastian…” Beth looked at Kelly and was pretty sure the look on her face was not one of someone who was sorry! I EXITED THE costume area in my costume of purple satin pajamas and bunny slippers to immediately hear the fingernails on the chalkboard voice of Kelly cooing over me. I was about to say something myself, but Sebastian laid down the law first and walked her to another corner to continue getting onto her. Charlotte came out behind me as they planned to film her side scene on the other side of a ‘wall’ behind my apartment. We would be talking to each other over the phone, so they wanted views of both of us. She came over and put her hand on my back. “You okay?” I nodded, “Yeah, I have to be honest; adorable probably does describe me right now?” She giggled, “Yes, and the awkwardly braided hair with the bow at the end doesn’t help that?” I groaned, “Isabella thought it was a good idea?” “She was right!” Charlotte said. “Now, let’s get to our places and see if we can knock out this scene as fast as we did the last one. I figured we’d have to spend half the night on the first one getting you comfortable on camera.” I shrugged, “It’s not that weird?” She laughed, “I’m glad you think that. Now, I’m going to go to my side; you go to yours, and we’ll have this little chat!” I nodded and moved to the bedroom door. I would be exiting to come into the living room. When Sebastian called ‘Action!’ I moved from the bedroom to the couch as planned, grabbing my phone from the counter along the way. I sat down, wrapped myself in a blanket, and looked at the phone. I sighed as I could see the message come through. A pre-recorded voice of Charlotte reading the line was played aloud, with the knowledge the audio would be edited in the cutting room. I stared at it momentarily before standing up and walking to the computer. “Cut!” I heard. “Do we want to break that up more?” Will asked Sebastian. “Are you getting the shots you need?” He asked him back. “I think so?” “Let’s do it a couple more times. We’ll look at the dailies later, and if we need to, we’ll reshoot this section Friday?” Sebastian suggested. “That works,” Will agreed. “So, the searching part next?” Connor asked. “Yes,” Sebastian replied. “You got those sites to work the right way?” I laughed, “That part’s child’s play Sebastian!” I added, “Just let me know when you’re ready.” When ‘action’ was again called, I began doing a ‘search’ for information on the nanite treatment that was the next part of the story. Everything looked highly realistic, and I knew they were capturing the screen directly for us to include. Information about ‘designated guardian required, or ‘adoption required’ being shown on the screen would have disheartened my character. We did the search sequence three times and finally started the calling sequence. I picked up the prop cell phone and dialed. “Hello?” Charlotte said. “I want the deal in writing…” I paused, “And you have to promise me no hypnosis or alterations to me besides the nanite treatment.” “Deal!” Charlotte said, and I couldn’t help but note the sound of some excitement there. “Also, I don’t want to eat baby food!” I said the line and was grateful that my character at least said that. We finished the rest of the scene of lines up, and then they had me walk to a tall mirror in the bedroom where I said my final line, “I just hope I don’t regret this…” “Connor, can you do that line again?” Sebastian said. “I want you to sound a bit more hopeful… maybe the world isn’t ending for you?” I looked up at the tall guy and said, “Uh… okay…” I redid the line as he requested. He and Will liked it better, at least. “Okay, that was one of the easier sets of scenes done,” Charlotte said as she returned from her side. Now for one of the tougher ones.” I nodded, “How are we going to work the changing scene at the car?” “I say you just treat it like you normally get your diapee changed by your nest mommy,” Kelly’s voice came like fingernails on a chalkboard. I looked up at her. Her face wore this horrible grin, even as she held a diaper and some wipes out to Charlotte. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! Please press the Like button and leave a comment! I had a really productive first half of the week, so if I can get myself to do more of the same through Saturday night I might be inclined to get a bonus again this week. I'll need some incentive from some likes though! (At least 25 seems reasonable?)

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Chapter 6: Allies Flustered, I cleaned up the shop quickly before locking up, just as Mal came back. “Hey Kiddo, how’d everything go?” he said as he slurped loudly through the straw in the drink he was holding. He was trying to get to me. And what was worse was that it was working. “Where have you been?” I snapped back. “Hey calm down, I saw you were talking to that redhead again and didn’t want to interrupt. So I went and got a few supplies for that design for Sam. Got some food too, figured you’d want a bit of space without me lurking.” “What do you mean? I don’t need space. Why would I need space?” “Because... you either want to get in her pants, or let her get in yours, maybe to put you in thicker underwear?” “I’m not into her!” I said, with my face feeling like it was on fire. It must have been bright red at this point, as obvious as a big flashing cartoon sign above my head saying ‘BLUSHY LITTLE! ISN’T SHE CUTE?’ “Aaaand there we have it folks! Ding ding ding ding ding! Honestly I’m glad it’s that and not the other option. I’d hate to lose my best seamstress!” “And friend.” I added. “Yes, that too I guess. I mean who would I tease if you went and ended up suckling on that girl’s breasts and wetting your widdle nappies?” Thankfully my face couldn’t blush anymore, so there was no way Malcolm could tell that that sentence had gotten to me more than being accused of liking Charlotte. “Shut up you. Let’s just close up so I can get home”. “And think of Miss Charlotte and her feeding you?” he teased. So I punched him. He deserved it. We quickly locked up and Mal gave me a ride back to my place before driving off home himself. Whilst I find the car seat utterly humiliating, I can’t complain about its comfort, I had wanted to fall asleep within a few minutes of sitting in it. Thankfully it’s only a 10 minute drive so I managed to keep myself awake. Once I was home, I got out of my work attire, down to just a little white cami and my shorts that I wear when I’m having a quiet night in snuggled up with my favourite stuffie and binge watching some nerdy movies. However this time I couldn’t help but be distracted because my shorts stood out a bit more than usual. After the accident earlier, there was no way I risk going without a nappy. At least I had changed into a clean one, otherwise the shorts would have been barely able to fit over that wet one. “I’ll wear for one more night. If I’m dry when I wake up, I can finally stop wearing these ridiculous things. I’m surprised it’s lasted this long to be honest, usually it only lasts 24 at most.” I liked talking to myself. Or Luna. And at least talking to Luna I didn’t feel as much of a weirdo, even if she was only a stuffed rabbit. Snuggled up under my soft, thick blanket, I started dozing off to that movie with the small folk in that fantasy land who find a magic ring. I swear it was quite progressive when it came out, the littles in it were free, treated just like the bigger races, but as like with any movie these days, they all ended up in nappies being adopted by the rest of the Fellowship at the end of the movie. That’s the thanks you get for saving the world as a little I guess. I had heard the original book had a much different ending, where everyone lived happily. And equal. But the book came out a long long time ago and society has not been kind to littles since then. Whilst we were a bit more free back then, we didn’t have many protections. Over time, Amazons started bringing in more protections for us, but this meant enforcing more control over us. And to be honest, those protections barely protect us at all, most ‘parents’ are just abusive, controlling, and manipulative, and they get away with a lot of nasty stuff. Eventually the Amazons started enforcing what the media could portray, and a little with a happy ending that doesn’t involve being taped into a thick nappy and turned into a mindless baby was not one of them. So any evidence of the original book was removed. Stories got rewrote so any little protagonist got their inevitable end in nappies. No media would get funding if it went against those unwritten rules, and any indie producer would either get shut down if they’re a progressive Amazon, or sent to an adoption centre if they were a little. But as I lay there, all thoughts about how unfair the system was slowly drifted away as I myself slowly drifted off to sleep. And all I was left with that I could picture... was her. I woke up with my alarm screaming at me, so I rolled over to hit it to shut up. “Just like I do Malcolm” I giggled to myself. I could hear the crinkles coming from my underwear. Time for the moment of truth I guess... “Dry. Thank fuck.” I tore the nappy off and threw it in the bin before getting some of my sexiest panties and laying them out on my bed. I smiled, staring at the bed, knowing that I won’t have to wear those stupid nappies again. Aaaaand then I pushed down the slight bit of regret that had bubbled up to the surface. Nope. Not feeling that. I took a quick shower and ate breakfast, when I remembered that I had forgot to check my email last night. So I opened my little sized laptop and sure enough, Sam’s ‘Mummy’ had emailed me. And from the first line I could tell today was going to be a tough day. ‘Hello there little one, Well aren’t you just a super talented little babygirl! Maybe one day I’ll adopt you once I’ve got Samantha trained. Unless someone else adopts you first. Which I wouldn’t put past them, you have the cutest little cheeks! Talking about Samantha, I love that design, so I’m giving the go ahead. I bet you want something just like it, that’s probably why you’re so good at designing such babyish clothing! Maybe I could get you to make an identical one so you can be her twin sister! Anyway, enough about that, be a good little girl and get it made by closing time tomorrow for me. If you’re a very good girl maybe I’ll give you a new stuffie or something! See you soon babygirl, Lauren’ Fuck. Her. I wish I got to see the inevitable look on her face when she realises Sam has gone. Focusing on the email, I quickly checked whether it was sent yesterday or this morning. Oh fuck, it was sent yesterday, I need to get to work and start making that outfit. Thankfully with the technology we have in our world, nanites, the time to create such an elaborate outfit is cut to a fraction of the time it would take in the past. What used to take me a week, maybe two, is cut down into one day at most. But I still needed to create the garment, prepare the special items Sam will use to escape, and then make it presentable for Lauren when she arrives just before closing. Malcolm and I arrived at the store just in time for opening, and I rushed straight into the back room to start working on everything. “So she accepted it? It’s all going to plan?” “YES!” I shouted back. “NOW LET ME WORK. NOT MUCH TIME.” “Have the effects of the milk worn off yet by the way?” “YES. SHUT UP.” Despite yelling, you could sense the embarrassment in my voice. Thankfully Mal must have sensed my need to not talk about my potty issues or my choice of underwear, and he shut up and let me get on with my work. ------------------------------------------------- Now a little back-story on our operation. Whilst we are not a big operation, we at least had a bit of help from people outside the store who believed in our cause. So whilst we did most of the work and took most of the risk, we weren’t alone. We’d reach out when we needed certain items or services. One of our allies was an Amazon Doctor and scientist, called Eve, who was working on a new compound for us, that would only target Amazons, not littles or inbetweeners. It would knock them out in less than 30 seconds and would last for about 10 minutes. Due to the metabolism of an Amazon and the size of them, 10 minutes would be the most we could get. Eve was a strong believer in little rights, and had often had her research destroyed or taken away from her by her employer because it would have threatened the power Amazons had over us littles. And by that, I mean she was researching ways to reverse hypnosis and other ‘modifications’ done to littles against their will. She had her own little, which put me off her at first; until I found out she had adopted this little to help cure her. We had actually met Eve through our store when she brought her little in for a new dress. We were ready to give up on the idea of rescuing the little after seeing how far gone she was, but our opinions of Eve quickly changed when she had overheard me trying to talk to her little and assess her. She saw me trying to help her, which made me freeze in fear, when she rushed over and grabbed me. Thankfully my fear quickly subsided when she excitedly explained to me that she was trying to ‘fix’ her little, to make her normal again. That she was so happy there were people out there like her trying to help other littles. She told me all about her little, how she had been previously adopted, tortured, abused and forcefully regressed. There was very little of her left inside her. Most of the time she would just act like a helpless baby, you wouldn’t be able to tell she was ever an adult. It was at that moment that we agreed to help each other however we could. We tell Eve what kinds of things we need, she tells other Amazons about our store. The more Amazons who bring their littles in, the more littles we can help. And now, thanks to Eve, her little even has moments of clarity, albeit rare and fleeting. Still no speech yet, just flickers of clarity in her eyes. She has also developed sleeping drugs that littles can slip into Amazon drinks, or medicine that counters the effects of certain drugs on a little. But all of that isn’t enough to get a little free. A lot of littles are stuck in cribs or unable to reach door handles or get past security systems. And for that, we request the help of David. And thanks to our tech guy, David, we not only were able to weaponise Eve’s compound, but we also managed to figure out how to hide multiple tiny electronic devices in our outfits that may assist a little with opening locked doors or disabling basic security devices. We had no idea how old he was, he must have been anywhere between his late thirties and his early fifties. And he is a genius when it comes to nanotech. David is invaluable to our operation honestly, and we do not pay him enough, but he refuses to be paid any more because ‘we owe him his life.’ Because he was the first little we rescued. David was in a similar position that Sam is in right now. He was being kept as a baby girl by some cruel Amazons. His ‘parents’ used a handful of modifications to keep him in his baby state for over half of his life. It was some kind of punishment, as he had previously tried to escape. So of course she came into our shop for a humiliating outfit for him. Thankfully we had figured out what was going on, and David told us all about how he tried to use his knowledge of tech to escape, but she had caught him, and thus decided to turn him into a baby girl. We offered to help him escape, to be free, and in return he offered to help us whenever we needed it. It was a risky plan, but thankfully a successful one. We used Claire, the third in our little group of allies to pose as an LSS agent and with a bit of hacking by David from inside the house, his Mummy had agreed to give custody back to the ‘legal mother’. There was no struggle, which meant she honestly didn’t want the hassle of him anyway, so it was very likely she’d just go and adopt someone who was more... compliant. Anyway, there was no ‘legal mother’ really, but she didn’t know that. All Claire had to do was present a fake LSS database that said David was the property of some non-existent woman and that there could be legal troubles and done, David was free. We set him up with an apartment and he managed to get back on his feet relatively quickly, even got all the modifications reverted. Heard he even regained control of his bladder, but I never feel comfortable bringing it up with him to find out. Claire, as I said, was the third in our little group of allies. She was an actress (well, she always said she wanted to be one. She actually works at a hardware store.) and a friend of Malcolm’s. And just like Malcolm she was very... protective. Whilst I guess you could call us friends, she looked at me like a little sister or sometimes... a bit more maternal. Sometimes it scares me how maternal she gets with me, and often worry she’ll adopt me one day, but I know Mal would never let that happen, and she would never betray her friend. Anyway, Claire is the last step in the escape plan usually. Eve’s tricks disable the Amazon, David’s toys disable the obstacles to help the little get out. And Claire is there for them as soon as they get out of the house. Most of the time she’s just a getaway driver, but sometimes she’ll provide distractions or... well, pose as LSS agents. I know it’s a lot of messing about and secrecy and it would just be quicker to just snatch the little right from under their parent’s nose, but we cannot risk being found out. We are the best chance some littles have. And we have to work in secret. ------------------------------------------------- It took a few hours to set up the machine to create the outfit, all I’d need to do now is press the button and after a few hours, done. I’d have to manually do some little additions to it, but that wouldn’t take longer than an hour. If everything goes according to schedule, we’ll have it ready by 4.30pm, just in time for Lauren to come pick it up. For now though, I pressed the button and went to talk to Malcolm to finalise the plan. “Done kiddo?” he asked as I walked into his office. “Yup. So, let’s go over the plan one last time.” I said with determination. We would save Sam. He needed a win. And so did I. “Okay, so she’ll take the outfit, and obviously the first thing she’ll do when she gets home is want to dress Sam in it.” Malcolm said. “And when she gets to the snaps on the onesie built into the dress, the middle one when snapped will release Eve’s compound, knocking her out. She’ll collapse, and Sam will be free to make his escape.” I replied. “And then they’ve got that gooey mixture to loosen the tapes on that ridiculous crawler nappy. That’s in his left sleeve.” I nodded in reply. Crawler nappies were notorious for being impossible for littles to get off themselves. The tape used requires an Amazons strength to undo. And Sam would need to get that thing off if he wanted to do more than crawl, hence the name. Malcolm carried on. “Thanks to David’s toys stashed in the collar, Sam will be able to get past the security on the door, he may need to find something to climb on to open the door though, he says it’s pretty high up.” “Then Claire is waiting outside in her car, where she’ll pick him up, pretend to adopt him, and then drive off to the shop. Then we’ll sort him out and get him back to his wife where they can live safely.” David nodded this time. We discussed all the little details of the plan, losing track of time, until being alerted by the machine that the outfit was ready. I took it off, gave it a satisfactory look over, and spent a good 30 minutes making small handmade details to it, and inserting the escape items. Wrapping up the dress in a cute little display box to give to the customer, I handed it to Mal. “You saw the email, you were copied in. I’m not taking my chances being around her.” Malcolm nodded and went out to the shop front, when shortly after the bell rang as someone entered the store. I looked through to the storefront using the CCTV, and as I had guessed, it was Lauren and Sam. He was in some stupid little bubble romper being carried by her. They must have left the stroller today. After some light conversation, Malcolm handed the outfit over; Lauren paid for it, and left. I noticed she looked towards the back room where I was, which was closed off thankfully. I sighed and brought my hands to my face in relief that this part was over, but nervous as hell about the next part of the plan, the most important part, his escape. Not hearing him enter, Malcolm decided to break the obvious tension with some of his usual light-hearted teasing. Much to my annoyance. “So she asked about you. Something about wanting to thank you by getting you a matching outfit...” he laughed. “Anyway, you should be going, you better get an early night tonight so you’re up early for your date with Mummy!” He laughed even harder. So I punched him again. ========================================================== Thanks for reading the latest chapter! I hope you enjoyed it. Feedback and comments are welcome and appreciated! I finished chapter 20 today, which means 1/3 of the story is done, so I'm thinking of posting 4 chapters this week. So I'll try for Friday and Sunday. I'm excited about posting the next few chapters too, a lot of stuff happens and it was a lot of fun to write!

Chapter 37 “I don’t know about this,” Jamie said as he paced back and forth in his mom’s room. “I think we’re making a serious mistake.” Becky watched him pace, his hands folded behind his back, becoming more agitated each time he reached a wall and turned on his heel. “This could … we should have stopped this.” “She’s 20,” Becky responded. “Exactly! That’s … teen brides are only a few months younger than he!” “Jamie, it’s just a date.” “That’s how it always starts. ‘Oh, let’s get coffee.’ ‘Ooh, how ‘bout dinner?’ ‘Ohh, sorry you’re pregnant – gotta run!’” “Jamie …” “And you! Just sitting there so calm about this. Did you even have the birds and bees talk with her? Because I will. There are birds, and there are bees, and not under my roof!” “Jamie …” “Big can of bee spray!” “Jamie …” “And him! That sonuvabitch! Asking her out?!? Who even does that?” “She asked him.” “Oh, so he couldn’t even work up the nerve to ask? What a prize this one is!” “Jamie, hold still …” “And if that motherfucker so much as hurts her feelings …” “JAMIE!” She reached out and picked him up. “It’s just a date. She’ll be fine. She’ll be home in a couple hours.” The doorbell rang. “Let’s go say goodnight to her.” Becky carried Jamie downstairs on her hip. He wished he was wearing something cool, like a leather jacket and blue jeans, or tactical assault gear, something besides his Bugs Bunny sleeper. “Hey! Do you wanna come in for a sec,” Jamie heard before they reached the bottom of the stairs. “Sure,” said some male voice. “I just gotta say goodnight to my little brother.” “He’s right here,” Becky said when she reached the foyer. “Ohh, I love that sleeper on you,” Amanda said. Jamie surveyed her outfit and was disappointed to see she wasn’t wearing a suit of armor or even just a hazmat suit. Even better would be if he were wearing a strait jacket. Or the trunk of a car. “Yes, it certainly is functional,” Jamie said haughtily. “And who is this?” Amanda took him from her mom. “Jamie, this is Miles.” Thank goodness, Jamie thought. ‘Miles.’ That won’t last. “Hi, Jamie. I’ve heard a lot about you,” Miles said, sticking out his hand. You presumptuous … “Oh? Funny – I’ve not heard a word about a ‘Miles.’” “Oh, he’s just teasing,” Amanda said. “Can I get a goodnight kiss?” Jamie obliged with a long kiss and a tight hug he held after Amanda was ready to let go. Jamie used the opportunity to level his eyes with Miles’ and make it clear, I get to do this. You do not get to do this. “Okay, baby, I gotta go,” Amanda said as she pulled Jamie away. “He’s, uh, cute,” Miles said. He’d never met such an off putting little before. “Make good choices, Miles,” Jamie said, burdening the words with all the authority a diapered little in a bunny suit can project. “We will. Promise,” Amanda said. She handed him back to her mom, and the two of them left. “Did you see that,” Jamie near-shouted as soon as the door closed behind them. “What?” “Him! Just standing there! When she gets home, she and I are gonna have a talk about boys and waiting for marriage and postponing marriage until after you’ve been working for at least five years. How are her grades anyway? I don’t care if she is in college! Bad grades means no social life. That’s a basic rule. Basic! She should be focusing on getting into grad school. And you! I’m sorry, but you don’t seem to appreciate the gravity of this situation. He’s a boy, and boys …” “JAMIE! ENOUGH!” Her raising her voice stopped his rant. He looked at her, waiting for what she would say next. “Amanda isn’t going to love you any less because she goes out on dates sometimes.” Jamie’s lips turned into a frown and he put his head on Becky’s chest. “I don’t wanna share her.” “I know, baby. Let’s get your bottle ready.”

Chapter 36 “So, Jamie, tell me about what’s been going on since I last saw you,” Dr. Mary said. Jamie caught her up. He only missed a session because he was sick, and then they went a couple weeks while she was on vacation. He told her about Mel, about his questions about why littles were treated differently, and his sudden needle phobia. “Let’s talk about the needles first,” she said. “You weren’t scared of them before you came here?” “No. It’s just that they hurt so much more here. But they look exactly the same.” “Well, maybe you’re not the same.” “What does that have to do with how much they hurt?” “Think back to the first time you had a shot here. What was that like.” “Horrible! The nurse and the doctor treated me like I wasn’t even there, and then she stabbed me.” A tad dramatic, but not inaccurate. “Then what happened?” “Mom and Manda hugged me.” “Did you like that part?” “I was embarrassed. Crying over a shot is stupid.” “Why is that?” “Because it doesn’t hurt that much.” “But that one did. What happened later?” “I got a lecture on not being rude to people who are rude to me ... and Amanda told me it was okay to cry because it’s just another way of asking for help.” “Do you believe that?” “I guess. I mean, yes, but it’s still silly.” “Maybe you needed to ask for help and didn’t know how?” Jamie rolled his eyes. “That’s a little Freudian, isn’t it?” “A Little what?” “Never mind.” “I’m just saying, I don’t think your fear of needles is a big deal unless it bothers you. You got vaccinations you needed, and you learned a little lesson.” “And the second time?” “A little refresher perhaps. How did you feel after?” “Tired. And it hurt.” “Anything else?” “Like what?” “Like your mom said you were pretty clingy for the rest of the day.” “I ... I got mad at her and said something I shouldn’t have, and I felt bad about it.” “Is that the only reason?” “I guess I also sorta liked the attention she was giving me.” “Tell me more about that.” “Well ... I don’t know. She was just being very sweet with me, and I ... maybe I needed that sort of attention ... that day.” “Just that day?” “Not ‘just’ that day. But some days.” “How can you tell the difference between those days and other days?” “I don’t. I just, ya know, sometimes want to be more ...” He trailed off. “More ...” “More little.” “Why do you have a hard time saying that?” “Because I’m not.” “Not what?” “Regressed. I shouldn’t need that.” “Being little and being regressed aren’t the same thing, though.” “Yes, they are.” “Well, I think being little is just emotionally needing to be taken care of more than normal, and sometimes that means much more. Being regressed is physically and emotionally needing that kind of care all the time.” “Seems the same to me.” “I’m saying, Jamie, that you can be unregressed and as little as you feel like in the moment at the same time.” Jamie didn’t respond. A couple things had been weighing on his mind that he didn’t feel comfortable discussing even with Amanda. The first was Mel. He didn’t understand why he felt so different around her, why he so easily slipped into such a little mindset when she goaded him into it. That didn’t happen with anyone else. In fact, the opposite happened. If someone else tried to initiate that kind of interaction with him, he reflexively pushed back, sometimes harshly. If he initiated it, which he only did with Amanda and Mom, then it was different. “How much did they tell you about me and Mel,” Jamie I’ve asked. “That you willingly behave a lot littler around her.” “That’s all?” “That’s all. Do you want to add some detail?” Jamie wasn’t sure if he did. It seemed more private than anything else the two of them talked about. “Well, I’m just ... she makes me ... she finds it cute, and I like it when she fusses over me.” “Mom and Amanda fuss over you, too, though. What do you think makes Mel different?” “That’s she’s not my mom or my sister ... I mean, neither are Becky and Amanda, technically, but, um, I guess I just feel differently about Mel.” “Is she pretty?” Jamie smiled. “Yes ... she has red hair.” Jamie couldn’t see Mary smile. “Do you think this could just be a case of a young man doing things he wouldn’t otherwise do in order to get the attention of a pretty girl?” It was obviously that, but Jamie felt it was also something more. It wasn’t just what he did but that he liked the dynamic. He didn’t feel foolish with her, Jamie’s default feeling whenever he had tried to get close to a woman. Moreover, Jamie wasn’t trying to get close to Mel as a woman. She was beautiful and kind and funny, but Jamie didn’t know her well. He didn’t know her behind the narrow relationship he had with her and what he knew of her through Amanda. He certainly wasn’t in love with her, and while he admired her physically, he wasn’t exactly sexually attracted to her either. He could describe exactly what the attraction was. “Yes, but ... it’s not just that I like making her feel the way she does with me. I like the way it feels for me, too. It’s, um, I’m not sure of the word. Comforting?” “And that bothers you?” “I’m not sure. Maybe, I guess.” How’s that for a definitive answer, Jamie thought. Mary knew there was more. She knew Jamie was the kind of person who could take any feeling and complicate it until he was completely at a loss for what to do next, all the while having no clue he was doing it. “Jamie, it would move things along in here a lot faster if you try to be a little more forthright and say what’s on your mind. I don’t think either one of us wants to feel like we’re pulling teeth in here.” Jamie sighed in irritation. “This isn’t easy, ya know.” “I know.” “I ... fine. When we were out together, I let her treat me much younger than I let Mom or Amanda do, and I liked it. Some woman said I was ‘infant-stage,’ and that didn’t bother me. And then after I fell asleep - okay, after - I ... I apparently tried to ... nurse from her. There.” “Okay. Did you feel pressured into doing any of that?” “No. That’s the problem. I just wanted to, with her.” “Do you ever feel that way with anybody else, Jamie?” As long as we’re being honest, Jamie thought. “Sometimes, with Mom and Amanda.” “But you don’t think you ever behave that way with them? Ever?” “Maybe a little, but never that much.” “So what’s bothering you? That you behave that way with Mel, that you don’t want to, that you want to with your Mom and Amanda but don’t, that you do want to and don’t like wanting to ... some other combination of all that?” Mary would have chuckled at all the possibilities, but she knew better than to laugh at something that was causing a patient distress. “Yes.” All of the above. Probably some other stuff, too. “Can I tell you what I think?” “Sure.” “I think you’re afraid that if you let yourself behave this way with Mel, and admit it feels good, you’ll do it with other people, and maybe they’ll start to see and treat you differently, and maybe you’ll start to be different, and then you won’t be yourself.” She does have a way of cutting through the bullshit, Jamie admired silently. “That’s ... a good summary.” “But isn’t it possible for you to behave one way with some people and at some times, and differently others, and it’s your choice and it’s always you?” “I guess ... but what if other people start to treat me like that when I don’t want to be?” “Like who?” “Like ... Mom and Amanda, for one.” “Do you think they’d ever do that?” “Well, no. They wouldn’t.” “I don’t think so either. And you’ve never had trouble asserting yourself when people treat you in ways you don’t like. Our time is just about up. Do you want to send them in for me? We can talk more about this at our next session.” ____________________________ Right after nap time was still the worst time at day care for Jamie. Too many people were crying, and it smelled like everyone was on the same bowel schedule. Jamie at least could time that part of his day to avoid having to wait for a change. Each day when he woke up, he went straight outside. When the wind blew these days, sometimes it was cold. The occasional dry leaf was turning into several. Autumn was closing in. “What are you so moody about today,” Ella asked. Jamie’s ability to brood for such long stretches was a marvel to her. Her day to day life didn’t change much; she wasn’t sure what caused his moods to swing so much each day. “I dunno. Just had a complicated few days.” Shocker. “Do you wanna talk about it?” “No. I’ve done plenty of that.” “Do you wanna fight about it?” “Heh. No, that’s okay.” “Do you wanna just sit here?” Jamie smiled with just the left side of his mouth, his relieved thank-you-for-making-this-easy smile. The two of them sat against the wall of the building in the weak sun. Somehow Ella, since she told him about herself, became one of the easier relationships in his life. He supposed that was because they both understood trauma and connected on that visceral level, even if their respective histories were of such different kinds. “You ever ask your mom if we could have a play date,” she needled him. “No. I’ll do it today. Promise.” Ella has been hoping for a sarcastic response in kind, something she could build on, not an earnest promise. “Shit,” Ella responded. “What? I mean it!” “Not that. Bobby.” The pest was headed right for them. Enough was enough. Jamie stood up before he reached them. “Go away, Bobby! Not today!” Jamie hoped to avert a problem, but this was just what Bobby wanted. Finally, a confrontation. Bobby wasn’t in need of words this time. He walked up to Jamie like he was on a protest march, smiling. “I don’t like you.” Jamie lost count of how many times Bobby told him this. The phrase had talismanic properties for Bobby akin to ‘I won’t be your friend anymore,’ though it wasn’t clear if Bobby had any friends. “Ya know what? I don’t like you either. Will you go away now?” Bobby was visibly taken aback. Who was this Jamie person to say something so mean to him? Didn’t he know how hurtful those words could be? His upper lip quivered, and Bobby realized he didn’t need to take this kind of abuse from anyone. He shoved Jamie, and Jamie had to plant his right foot behind him to keep from stumbling on to Ella. Before he could stop himself, Jamie pushed back. Bobby responded with a clumsy swing that Jamie stepped out of the way of, and Bobby’s own weight brought him around so he was behind Jamie. “Jamie instinctively grabbed the collar of Bobby’s shirt and pulled back hard. Bobby fell backwards onto his back, bumping his head. He started crying. Ella got to her feet. “C’mon.” “I didn’t mean to do that,” Jamie said. He felt stupid. He’d let this idiot get the better of him and done exactly what he’d said he wouldn’t, and he’d done in front of Ella. “I know. It’s not a big deal,” she said as she took his hand. He didn’t move. “Yes, it is. I ... “ “He’s fine.” “What happened here?” The two of them turned around to find Jean picking up Bobby. “He bumped his head,” Ella volunteered. “I hit him,” Jamie corrected the record. “Jamie! You know better! Let’s go find April.” “Why did you do that,” Ella whispered. Jamie shrugged and took Jean’s hand. With Bobby on her shoulder and Jamie in tow, she went to find April and Jordan. Curious, Ella, who Jean was intimidated by, followed at a distance. Inside the classroom, Jean passed the sniffling, sniveling Bobby to Jordan and walked Jamie up to April. “Jamie, will you tell her, or do I need to?” Jamie sighed and owned up to it. “I hit Bobby.” “I’m surprised at you, Jamie,” April responded, but only because he’d been so adamant he wouldn’t. She would figured he would have six weeks ago. “I’ll leave the two of you to work this out. I’m very disappointed in you, Jamie.” Jean departed feeling she’d done her job. “What happened,” April asked, bending down on one knee so she could look Jamie in the eye. Jamie told her with tears in his eyes. “I didn’t mean to,” He sniffled. April hugged him. “I know you didn’t. And like I told you, you’re not in trouble.” Jamie wished he was. He felt guilty; he’d hit a regressed little, or at least hurt one, a little. “Do you want a little quiet time to calm down?” “Yes. Please.” April thought he must be the most pathetic looking little she ever saw when he felt guilty about something. Her dog made the same face when she ate her house plants. April grabbed his bag and took him to the quiet room. “Let’s change your pants first, kiddo.” She gave Jamie his pacifier, and he wiped at his eye, starting to feel silly. Ella poked her head around the corner. April did her job and stood up. “Just take all the time you need ... oh, hey, Ella. Didn’t see you there. We’re gonna give Jamie a little time to calm down, okay.” “Um, okay.” “No,” Jamie said, “she can stay.” April shrugged and left carrying the used diaper out with her. Ella slipped in. Jamie sat up, and Ella sat down next to him. “So,” She said, feeling awkward. “Were you faking it?” “Faking what?” “Being upset.” “No,” Jamie replied, sounding ashamed and embarrassed. “That was very wrong of me.” “Well, if it makes you feel better, I don’t think you’d have done it if I wasn’t there.” “I wasn’t trying to impress you.” “No, I mean, if he hadn’t gotten so close to me falling all over himself, I don’t think you would have pulled him away so hard.” “Oh.” Jamie had on his gloomy face. Ella gave him a kiss on the cheek. Jamie grimaced. “Was that a reward?” “No, you just looked like you needed it.” Jamie’s face softened. “Oh. Thank you.”

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It didn’t take more than a minute, and Jamie hadn’t counted on the effect of not having done this in so long. He made quite an unmistakable mess. “Well,” he said as he thought about what Becky or Amanda would say when they woke him up, “So that’s a new wrinkle.” If asked, he was prepared to say he was just a little and didn’t know better. Fortunately, it was Amanda who came in first. “Good morning, Jamie. Did you ... slept great, from the looks of it.” She was grinning, a good sign. “How about we get you a bath before Mom comes in, and it’s a good day for washing your sheets, too.” Amanda stifled a laugh. Jamie turned crimson. “It’s not funny,” Jamie protested, though he was starting to see the humor in it, too. “I told you it was okay weeks ago. Do you remember that?” “No.” “Yeah, I thought you might have been too far off in dreamland.” Jamie stood up, and she stripped his sleeper and diaper off him, using the PJs to wipe his hand and penis and belly off. “It’s not a big deal.” “It’s not?” “No. Even Mom won’t mind. But, uh, maybe you can try to be a little cleaner about it next time.” “Sorry.” “It’s okay.” She carried him nude to the bathtub and set him on the edge while she ran the water. “Did you have a good time last night?” “Yeah. We did.” “Mel sure did. She texted me after she left. Said you guys had fun ... di you really eat from her hand?” Jamie turned crimson again. “Um, yeah.” Amanda helped him into the tub and smiled reassuringly. “That’s okay. Nothing to be ashamed of. It’s cute, even.” “It’s just ... I don’t know. When she does stuff like that, it’s just different.” “Because you have a crush on her?” Amanda new the more appropriate term at this point was ‘infatuation.’ “I guess, but not only. She just makes it feel ... natural. Like it’s our game and not a, not a fact. Like that’s not who I am if I don’t want to be.” Amanda didn’t exactly understand but pretended to. “Well, I know Mel loves spending time with you.” She soaped him up. “Do you remember last night when you got home at all?” “Not really. Why?” “She just said you were ... awfully affectionate.” Jamie looked worried. What had he done? Had he done something inappropriate? “How?” “It’s no big deal.” “Yes, it is, or you wouldn’t have asked.” “Well ... she said that, after you had fallen asleep on her that you, uh, nuzzled into her chest like you were looking to nurse from her. Twice.” Amanda now turned red, thinking of Jamie and her friend that way. Jamie slumped back, looking sad and ashamed. A tear escaped. “I didn’t mean to,” he whispered. Amanda got down on the floor closer to him. “Oh, honey, you didn’t do anything wrong. Littles just do that sometimes.” “But I’m ... “ Jamie sniffled. “A little who obviously likes his friend very much and is very comfortable being little with her. That’s a good thing, Jamie.” “But ... did she ... “ Jamie was feeling an anxiety attack coming on. Amanda splashed his face. “Jamie! Buddy! Look right here,” Amanda said, pointing to her own eyes. Jamie slowly turned his head up and looked at her. “She’s not bothered by it at all. She thought it was sweet.” That calmed Jamie down. While he was glad he hadn’t offended her, though, a part of him wished she thought it was something more than sweet. “But you can’t start putting the moves on my friends,” Amanda added. She finished washing Jamie, combed his hair, watched him brush his teeth, and carried him back to his nursery in a towel. “Hey, Mom,” she said casually as she walked in. “Good morning, babies.” She kissed them both on the cheek as she walked out with Jamie’s laundry in her arms. Jamie turned red again. “Let’s see these new diapers you picked out.” Amanda set Jamie on his changing table and opened the box. “Oh, these are pretty awesome. You’re going to be stylin’ in these.” Jamie just wanted to be dressed. ______________________ “But I don’t wanna!” Jamie didn’t wanna and was feeling pretty adamant about it. “I’m sorry, baby, but you have to. It’s past time.” “Well, if it’s past time then clearly I’m fine and this isn’t necessary.” “James Patrick, this isn’t up for discussion.” Becky wasn’t going to relent. “But …” “Uh uh. You have two choices right now. You can walk inside, or I can carry you inside.” “Fine,” Jamie huffed. He’d walk in, if only to preserve some semblance of dignity. “Good morning,” Becky said to the receptionist. “James Patrick Webb for Dr. Bowers.” “The nurse will call you when they’re ready for you.” Becky and Jamie sat down to wait. He was committed to pouting. He didn’t want a shot. He was fine with a vaccination, but the last time he’d had a shot it was like they’d administered it with a nail. He’d never had a shot hurt that like, and he wasn’t interested in having another one. “I wish Manda was here,” Jamie peevishly said. The statement cut Becky a little. “Well, I’m starting to wish she was here, too,” Becky responded. She didn’t meant to sound harsh, but she only had so much patience and had been arguing with Jamie since bedtime yesterday. She fished around in her purse and came up with a pacifier. “Here. Why don’t you leave this in a for a while.” Now Jamie’s feeling were hurt, too. “Jamie for Dr. Bowers,” a nurse called out from the door to the inner office area. Becky picked Jamie up and carried him in. He glared at the nurse. Once behind closed doors, she said, “Just here for a check-up, right?” “Right,” Becky said, setting Jamie on the table and urging him to lie down. His arms re-crossed his chest. After ten minutes of silence, Dr. Bowers came into the office with a simultaneous knock-enter. Becky stood up, but the doctor went straight for Jamie. “You must be Jamie. Nice to meet you.” The man held out his hand, and Jamie grudgingly shook it without a word. The doctor was older, with salt-and-pepper hair, and a cartoon cat hung from around his stethoscope. “We’re a little unhappy this morning,” Becky offered. “As well you should be,” Bowers said. “No one like going to the doctor, but I bet we can get this over with fast.” He was all smiles and indicated for Jamie to lay down. He asked questions of Becky while listening to his heart and lungs and bowel sounds. “He’s totally over that stomach bug,” he asked. “For weeks now,” Becky assured him. “Then let’s get this taken care of. Sorry, Jamie, but you need a couple of vaccinations.” A couple? Jamie was feeling two scared to be angry anymore. He looked away. “We’ll make it real fast Promise.” “Thank you, Doctor,” Becky said. “I’ll send in my specialist for this,” he winked “C’mere, baby.” Becky put Jamie in her lap. He didn’t understand why he was so afraid. So it would hurt. It wasn’t the first thing that had hurt him, and it wouldn’t be the last. Why was this so different? Could he have really developed a phobia of needles from that one experience? Another knock-entry, and this time the person who came through the door was a woman almost twenty years Becky’s senior. She was short, with curly grey hair and a disarming smile. She looked like a prototype from the grandma factory. Jamie knew she was false. “Hi, Jamie. I’m Nurse Graves. We’ll have you all done in just a sec.” Jamie trembled. ‘Nurse Graves.’ That wasn’t funny. “Thank you, Nurse Graves,” Becky replied. She could feel Jamie trembling. She hadn’t realized he was genuinely afraid. She thought he was just being difficult. The nurse prepared two syringes, an alcohol wipe, and two band-aids. “Best if we get this done fast. Hold him real still for me.” Becky put one arm around Jamie’s waist and did the same with the other, holding his arm at the elbow. Jamie clenched his eyes shut. The nurse rolled up his sleeve. The alcohol wipe went from cold to hot as she rubbed it vigorously on his exposed skin, the air feeling especially cool when she took the wipe away. Jamie clenched. “That’s gonna make it hurt worse, baby. Relax your arm for me … there you go … 1, 2 and 3” The first needle slipped in. Jamie gasped and turned his head into Becky. “And 1, 2, and 3. All done.” She placed stuck the band-aids on his arm. Jamie sucked in air. “Jamie … Jamie, you gotta breathe, honey…” Becky jostled his shoulder. With his face buried in his mom, Jamie wailed. “There you go, let it out.” She rubbed his back and kissed his head. “There’s nothing wrong with his lungs,” fake grandma half-yelled over Jamie. “Take all the time you need.” She put a cookie on the counter and backed out the door. “Shh,” Becky cooed at Jamie. “It’s all over.” “I’m sowwy,” Jamie sobbed. “It’s okay. I know it hurt.” Jamie picked his head up and took his pacifier out. “For what I said in the waiting room. I’m sorry,” he sniffled. “Me, too,” she said, taking the slobbery pacifier from him, noting he bit through it. “We all have our bad days.” “My arm hurts.” Becky laughed. “I really am sorry. That was horrible for me to say.” “Really, Jamie. All is forgiven.” She moved him so he was standing on her thighs and smiled at him. “Do you forgive me?” He nodded. “Hug?” They embraced, and he hung around her neck. “You wanna go home?” “Uh huh.” “You want that cookie?” “Uh huh.” She unwrapped the cookie and handed it to him. “Let’s go home, then.” ___________________________ Jamie was getting tired of drawing so much. “Do you wanna play a game, Ella?” “Um, sure. What do you wanna play?” Jamie hadn’t thought this far ahead. “How about the Game of Thrones,” he joked. “How do we play?” We take turns getting naked for no reason, and then George R.R. Martin kills us off one by one, he thought. “Maybe we can find a board game instead.”

Chapter 34 “So you’re good with this,” Becky asked as she put in her earrings. “Yeah. Definitely,” Jamie answered. He wasn’t really certain he was good with it, but he understood she needed a life outside of their home, and so did Amanda. It was just that the two of them happened to be needing that life on the same evening. “It’s just that you’ve never gone to sleep without one of us before.” “I know, Mom. Are you sure you’re good with it?” “Yeah. Definitely,” she lied. Daycare was one thing. This was another. “Hey, buddy,” Amanda said. “Hey, Manda.” “Can I steal him and get a guy’s opinion, Mom?” “Go right ahead.” Jamie hopped off the bed and followed Amanda back to her room. She held up two outfits against herself, first one, then the other, then the first one. “Well?” “The purple.” “You’re just saying that because you like purple.” “It’s pretty on you.” “Aww, thanks, buddy. You sure you’re okay with this?” Jamie rolled his eyes. “Of course I am. It’s not like spending an evening with Mel will be a hardship.” “Ha! I thought you might feel that way. I’m leaving her my car in case the two of you wanna go somewhere.” “So who are you going out with anyway?” “Just some friends from class.” The doorbell rang. “That must be Mel. Promise me you’ll behave yourself tonight.” Jamie rolled his eyes, again. “I promise.” What did they think he was gonna do? Amanda carried Jamie downstairs where Becky was letting Mel inside and thanking her again. “Really, Becky, I love hanging out with Jamie. It’s my pleasure … and speak of the devil! Hey, Jamie.” She bent down and ruffled Jamie’s hair while he still sat on Amanda’s hip. “We’re gonna have fun tonight, aren’t we?” Jamie blushed. “Yeah.” He was feeling more than usually awkward and shy. Just the two of them for the evening. “There’s money for pizza,” Rebecca said. A horn honked. “That’s my ride,” Amanda said. She kissed him on the cheek and passed him to Mel. “Sleep tight, kiddo.” “Be safe, baby,” Becky said as she kissed Amanda on the cheek as she passed by on her way out the door. “I will, Mom.” And then it was the three of them. “So do you have any questions,” Becky asked. “No. I think we covered it all on the phone.” “All the important numbers are on the fridge.” Becky looked at Mel. Mel looked at Becky. “I think the two of us have got it under control.” “Well,” Becky said. Jamie broke the impasse. “I want a goodnight kiss, Mommy.” Rebecca’s eyes softened. “You never call me that.” She kissed him. “I know. I’ll see you in the morning.” “Goodnight, baby. Mel, I won’t be far. Don’t be afraid to text me.” “Go have fun, Becky.” Rebecca bashfully backed out the door. Alone now, Mel shifted Jamie so her hands were under his arm pits and held him out in front of her as though appraising him. “What,” Jamie asked, feeling like was being scrutinized. “I just thought I’d look you over. Get a sense of what I could get for you.” “And?” “I’m guessing eight cents a pound.” Jamie still didn’t know the currency and wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. “But I think you’re worth more to me just so I can do this!” She flipped him so he was lying flat across her forearms and blew giant raspberries on this tummy while he squealed. “Mel! No fair!” “What’s no fair,” she asked as she came up for air before diving back in for another lip-puckered blow on his taut tummy. “Okay,” she said when she was done, “But don’t think you’re getting one of those on demand every time I see you.” “I didn’t want the first one,” he protested. “Well, that’s not the story I’m telling, and it’s your word against mine. You ready to go?” This confused Jamie. “We’re going somewhere?” “To get pizza.” “Oh, I thought she meant, like, order in.” “Do you want to stay in? We can do that, too.” He sort of would have liked that. He was already in his pajamas, and he really just wanted to be with Mel, but Jamie couldn’t say no since she seemed so excited about it. “No, I’d love to go out with you.” “Great! Do you need a jacket?” The evenings were starting to get chilly. Jamie might have said yet, but his fuzzy-warm sleeper felt like it was enough, though he did feel awkward leaving the house in pajamas. “I think I’m good.” Mel took the keys and the diaper bag from the foyer where Amanda had left them, and the two of them got in the car. “This looks familiar,” Jamie said from the backseat. He couldn’t see much, but what passed by above the doorsill wasn’t new. “Where are we going for pizza anyway?” “Prester’s. It’s a family place and it’s pretty good.” Jamie had been to a family pizza place a few times as a kid and remembered them as noisy, full of kids clinking quarters and parents with harried looks and pitchers of beer. He liked the notion in theory; there was something wholesome about parents taking their kids out for pizza on a Saturday night, checkered tablecloths, ignored salads, half-eaten crusts, dim lights, and a flow coming from a game room. Mel got Jamie out of his car seat and and took the diaper bag. “Oh,” Jamie exclaimed. “What?” “I recognize this place now.” It was in the same strip as A Little This, A Little That, the first place he’d gone out in public. “We went to that store.” She was carrying him toward the restaurant. “Did you like it?” “Uh, well, sorta hard to say under the circumstances.” “We can go in there after dinner.” They reaches the door, and it wasn’t as loud as Jamie thought it might be. It was pretty empty. “Two, please,” Mel told the hostess. “Right this way.” The young woman led them to a booth. “It’s quiet in here,” Jamie remarked after they’d been seated. Mel sat him on the same side of the booth as herself. There were two other families in the restaurant, each made up of young kids. “It’s early for dinner, unless you’re a little or a young child,” Mel explained. “Oh. I guess that makes sense.” “What do you like on your pizza?” “Pepperoni.” Jamie was a simple little. He didn’t need any fancy toppings. “Me too.” “Are you ready to order, or do you need a few minutes,” asked a waiter who appeared from the kitchen side of the booth. “I think we’re ready. I’ll have a personal pizza diavolo, and he’ll have the same for a little. And water is just fine for us.” “Oh, didn’t see the little fella back there. He’s a cutie.” Jamie blushed. “He knows it, too,” Mel added. “Can we also get some crayons and a couple placemats to draw on?” “Sure thing.” The waiter disappeared. “I don’t need any crayons,” Jamie said, trying to sound a little more mature than his situation appeared. “Who said they were for you?” The waiter returned with crayons, placemats, a water pitcher, a glass and a sippy cup. “But I may need your help,” Mel said. She put a place at in front of both of them and scattered the mini-box of crayons. “Can you help me fill all these in?” Jamie smiled; he knew what she was trying to do, and he liked that she did that with him. They could be mature friends and she could encourage him to be a little at the same time. It was a hard balance to strike, but Mel had a way of making it easier, and Jamie knew at least part of that had to do with her being pretty and kind and him being attracted to her. But it was also the way she treated him, similar to the way Amanda did but with a little more leeway for mischief, like a fun aunt who wasn’t as bound by the need to be an authority figure. Not that Amanda was much of an authority figure, but she had responsibilities to Jamie that were more intense than anyone’s except Becky. “Here. I bet this makes it easier.” She picked Jamie up and set him in her lap so he could see and work better. She bounced her knee and patted his back. “Good job! That very nice.” All Jamie had done was fill in the front of a house with his blue crayon. “Blue was a very good choice.” He sat in her lap coloring the placemat and doing the maze and the word search and the crossword puzzle with her encouragement. She gently pointed out clues or showed him strategies that he was already well aware of. She smiled at this cleverness and complimented his successes. “Two pizza diavolos. One for the lady, and one for the young gentleman,” The waiter announced. Jamie started to scoot over. “Were do you think you’re going,” Mel asked. “You’re perfect right where you are.” She used a knife and fork to cut a piece of a piece from his pizza and then held it by the crust for him to take a bite. He hesitated. This was new and unnecessary and they were in public, but wanted to make her happy. He leaned forward and took a bite. Sauce got on his chin, and strands of mozzarella wouldn’t let go as he pulled away, but the explosion of pizza goodness in his mouth made him forget everything else. “Omygud,” Jamie said with his mouth full, “This is so good!” “I thought you’d like it.” She fed him a whole slice before she began picking at her own. “You’re a messy eater, Jamie, did you know that?” She wiped his chin and face. “Here.” She took a small plate and served him a slice, and he fed himself none too delicately. The little food was going to his brain as fast as his belly, and both took on the warm glow of contentedness. “You’re not gonna save room for dessert, are ya?” Mel laughed watching Jamie’s eyes droop as he finished another slice. She put her arm around him. “What? You done talking?” “No ... I’m just happy to be with you.” “Aww. Me, too, Jamie.” The restaurant was starting to get busy with the normal dinner crowd. He nibbled on another slice while she finished hers, both with plenty of leftovers to take home. She paid the tab and hoisted Jamie to her hip. “Uh oh,” she exclaimed. “Someone wet his pants. Was dat chu? Did you wet your pants?” Jamie blushed and said yes. “It’s okay. I’m sposed to,” he grinned at her. Between the pizza and her company, Jamie was feeling carefree and flirty. “Yes, you are! Well, why don’t we go to that store, and I bet we can change your pants in there a lot more comfortably than in here.” They walked toward the other end of the strip and into the big store. Mel headed straight for the change room. She laid him on a change table and buckled the straps around his belly and chest. “Don’t want you falling off,” she said in a high voice. She unzipped his sleeper and pulled his feet from it, rolling it up under his back and exposing his wet diaper. “You’re not all that wet.” Mel untaped his diaper and folded it down, thoroughly wiping him down with a wet wipe before lifting his ankles and doing the same to his butt. “You have got the cutest tushy.” She pulled the used diaper from under him and disposed of it, then pulled a clean one from the bag and tossed it over Jamie’s eyes. “O no! Where did Jamie go?” She picked the diaper up. “There he is!” She repeated it until he giggled. “Where’d Jamie go? There he is!” She taped the clean and soft diaper around his loins after applying a little baby powder, taking the chance to spread the excess on his tummy. “And you smell so sweet, baby boy.” She redressed him and lifted him to her shoulder. His knees drew up under him so she was holding all his weight. She kissed his head. “Let’s go see if there’s anything you need.” She placed him in the seat of a cart, and he smiled at her. This had become an even better evening than if they’d stayed home. He didn’t having anything to say; he was just glad to be there. “Oh, I know what you need.” She reached into the diaper bag and found his binky. He smiled as she introduced it to his lips and parted them just enough for her to insert it. “Aww. You still got a little sauce on you’re cheek.” “He’s just perfect,” a woman said. Mel turned and saw a woman with her own little in a cart, sound asleep. “What is he, about infant stage?” Jamie’s face flushed but he smiled. It somehow seemed a compliment, like his ability to blend and to let go we’re good skills to have. “Something like that,” Mel replied. “Wonderful, isn’t it? How it doesn’t end. She’s been my little girl for years,” the woman said, caressing the sleeping little’s cheek. “She’ll always be my angel.” “And you’ll always be her’s,” Mel added. “That’s right.” The woman walked on, and Mel turned her attention back to Jamie. “Let’s see if we can find you something.” She cruised the aisles past plenty of little hear he didn’t need or already had before arriving at the toy section. “You know what you’re missing, little boy? You don’t have have a ball, do you?” Jamie didn’t. “I don’t think so,” he mumbled around his pacifier. “Every little boy should have a ball.” Mel picked up a rubber playground ball. “Do you like this one?” “Mhmm.” “Me too.” They walked back toward the checkout. “And you know what else,” she said, “You need some fun diapees . Less of those plain white ones.” She started to riff. “I mean, sure, those are good for business meetings and formal weddings, but a cool guy like you need some cool diapers for everyday stuff.” Mel turned into the diaper section and slowly cruised up and down its four aisles. “Which ones do you like?” Jamie remember doing this months ago with Rebecca and marveled at the change in him and in his circumstances. “Doze,” he said, pointing at a multicolored package. Mel took it off the shelf. “Cuddles Variety: for little boys who like everything.” The package showed diapers with padded Littles playing sports, diapers with the grey bunny on it, diapers with a fuzzy red animal on them, diapers with trucks and airplanes. “The perfect diaper for extended daytime use. Extra-high leak guards to handle whatever boys can throw at them. Guaranteed to give him the cutest diaper butt ever.” Mel tittered. “ I think you need a whole box of these,” she said. “It looks a little late for this guy,” the checker said. Jamie was tired. The little food and the hour had him ready for bed. “Yeah, he’s going straight to bed when I get him home.” Once home, Mel carries Jamie inside and set him on the floor of his nursery while she got their leftovers and his new ball and box of diapers out of Amanda’s car. She made a bottle for Jamie and took it and a cloth into his nursery. “You about ready for sleep, buddy?” “Yeah,” he yawned. “C’mere, baby.” She picked him up and sat down in the rocking chair, cradling him in her arms. She teased his lips with the bottle. “Can you open up for Melissa?” He nodded slowly, his head heavy, and parted his lips enough for her to get the nipple in. “There’s my good boy.” He drank very slowly until his body was limp and his breathing slow and the bottle was about gone. Mel shifted him to her shoulder. “Still dry,” she said, patting his butt on the way to patting his back until he burped. She sat with him balled up on her chest with his legs curled under him. She rocked and rubbed his back, smelling the sweet formula on his breath and the airy aroma of the baby powder she’d rubbed into his skin, and the various sweet and pungent smells of his nursery. She turned her head down until it was almost resting on his, ready to fall asleep with him. “Woah, Jamie,” she gently said, shifting his head away from her breasts. “Nothing for you there, buddy.” His head instinctively turned back, and he nuzzled into her. She turned him away again. “Jamie? Are you awake, sweetie?” He didn’t make a sound. “I guess not,” she whispered as she gently stood and laid him in his crib, quietly pulling the rail up. Mel was working on her leftovers a couple hours later when Becky returned. “Hey, Mel. Was he good for you?” “Perfect like he always is.” “Ha. That’s what you think. Thanks for watching him.” “Happy to. You want some pizza?” Becky accepted half a slice. “Did you guys go out?” “Yeah. We ate in the restaurant and then went into the Little store and got him a ball and some new diapers.” “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize he was running low.” “He wasn’t. I just thought he might like something more fun to wear. He picked out the cutest ones.” “He picked them out,” Becky asked, surprised. “When I took him there he picked out the white ones he wears during the day.” Mel shrugged. “Maybe he’s growing into his role more. And the little pizza.” “Maybe.” Mel thought for a moment. “Hey, Ms. Webb,” she said, suddenly formal. She hadn’t called her than in years. “You’re not, uh, nursing Jamie, are you?” “Oh, no. He’s never shown any interest in that. I mean, maybe if he were regressed, but...” she trailed off. “Huh.” “What? Did he say something?” “No.” “Then what? You can tell me.” “After I fed him his bedtime bottle and I was rocking him, he, uh ... he nuzzled into my chest. Twice. Once after I turned his head away.” “Oh my. Did he say anything?” “No, he was asleep the whole time. He’s never done that to you?” “Not once. I’m, I don’t know. I’m surprised. He never acts that little.” Mel looked a little chagrined. “Well, I guess maybe I do kind of encourage that with him sometimes.” Rebecca was intrigued. “Like how?” “Like ... he sat in my lap during dinner, and I helped him color. We played peekaboo while I was changing his diaper.” “And he lets you do that?” “He likes it.” “He hated it not long ago. At least with me.” “Maybe ... he’s growing down a bit, so to speak.” “Maybe,” Becky ruminated, “Though it probably helps that you’re a pretty 20 year old. I bet he’d do just about anything for your attention.” “I didn’t do anything wrong, did I,” Mel asked, suddenly concerned she’d pressured him. “Not at all, sweetie. Trust me, if Jamie didn’t like something about the way you interacted with him tonight he wouldn’t have been shy about saying so. I think it’s good he feels so comfortable with you that he can let himself behave that way. It’s healthy for him. In fact ...” “What?” “It would be good if he could do that more often.” “You don’t want to regress him, do you?” “Absolutely not. I just want him to be able to let go and leave his baggage behind. His therapist told us helping him find ways to be comfortable behaving littler would be good for his other issues.” “Yeah. Amanda told me about the other issues,” Mel grimaced. “I think he’s in the right place.” “I’m glad he’s comfortable being so little with you. I just hope he can be that way more often some day, whenever he wants.” “I bet he will.” “Hope so,” Becky said noncommittally. “You ready to go home?”