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Chapter 14: Let It All Soak In I couldn’t fully blame my lack of sleep for how distracted I was from the standardized test I was taking. I suppressed yet another yawn as I tried to recall all the advice Grace had given me about multiple-choice tests. There was the obvious – when in doubt, choose “C.” Then, there were other pieces of advice, such as working to eliminate wrong answers to make it easier when I still needed to guess. On the geometry question I was staring at, I was fairly certain that “C” was incorrect, and I was skeptical of “D” as well. That’s what made the whole thing suck even more. If I just had more time to work things through on a sheet of paper, perhaps I’d arrive at the answer, but I had a little over a minute for each question, meaning I had to just mark an answer and move on to the next one or risk not completely finishing the test. I took hold of my pencil and filled in the “B” circle. At least I had narrowed that question down to having a fifty percent chance of getting it right. Nine months of learning all boiled down to two days of filling in circles for hours and hours on end. I hated that this was supposed to somehow serve as proof that I had managed to learn anything over the course of the school year. Then again, it wasn’t as though my performance throughout the rest of the school year could have been regarded as spectacular. If I had considered how tired the bedwetting was going to make me, I might have been able to exercise enough self-control to delay this experiment until after the school year had ended, but now I was stuck with the consequences of those decisions. Still, I should have been able to do better on the test. It was true that I was tired. It was also true that I had gotten significantly less sleep than normal since Friday evening. But it wasn’t even lunchtime yet. Even on nights when I didn’t get that much sleep, I usually was capable of summoning the willpower to stay on task for the first couple hours of school. That wasn’t the case today. That’s because something else was on my mind. Something that challenged everything I had thought I had known about my pursuit of pull-ups over the past few years. Despite my best efforts, my thoughts kept attempting to drift back to that scene in bed earlier this morning when I had peed in my pajamas while lying down on the bed. I had finally succeeded in coaxing my body to allow my bladder to release in a more natural sleeping position. The result had been a rush of exhilarating physical sensations and emotions that had taken me completely by surprise, especially as that hadn’t been the case the two other times I had peed while kneeling over my sheets. There were a couple of things I knew were true about my interest in pull-ups. There was something about the overall presence and feeling of wearing a pull-up that I found comforting, from the way the sides hugged around my waist to the softness of the interior absorbent padding to the way the bulky padding fit between my legs. I could still recall the mesmerizing way the pull-up had crinkled as I had held it in my hands and slid it up my legs. It had brought a sense of calm and assurance that shouldn’t have been possible for just a change in undergarments. I had always assumed that I would wet a pull-up when I got a chance to wear one next. That was what one did when they wore a pull-up. I had no idea whether that was something I was going to enjoy, but I was desperate to discover what it felt like. With the way my wetting experiment had gone this morning, I felt it was safe to assume that this was something I was going to enjoy. What I had never expected was that I would now be desperately wanting to wet my pants again, not because doing so was part of a scheme to get my parents to purchase pull-ups for me, but because I enjoyed doing it in and of itself. I looked up at the clock near the doorway to the classroom. How long had I been staring blankly at the next question? Five minutes. I hurried through the new few questions, skimming them briefly before hastily filling in my first guess. Grace had told me a horror story about college prep tests where one would actually lose points if they got an answer wrong, meaning that guessing was risky business, as it was better for your grade to leave a question blank than to be incorrect. At least that wasn’t the case with this test. I took a deep breath. I was still on track to finish the test on time. Just had to stay focused, remind myself that I would have all summer to experiment with these new desires. There were only twenty minutes left before it would be time to break for lunch. I managed to get through three more questions before I once again succumbed to my daydreams, drawn in by other questions that I felt more strongly compelled to answer. There were so many things I wanted to know now. What would it feel like to wet my wants while I was standing, with the urine trickling down my legs and onto the floor? What about when sitting down on a chair, where it would cause my bottom to get soaked rather than my front? The best part of all was that I didn’t need any special undergarments to explore any of these newly desired experiences. But none of this meant that my longing for pull-ups was, in any way, lessened. I hadn’t thought that it would be possible for my desire for pull-ups to grow any more intense than it had already done in the past three years. But the revelation that I enjoyed peeing myself meant that there was even more to look forward to when I finally got the pull-ups. But in the meantime, I was eagerly looking forward to when I would be alone in bed this evening, and I was already working out ways I could circumvent my family’s attempts to limit my hydration. <><><> The worst part about the standardized tests was that they were done in long sections. They made us sit at our desks for seventy-minute test sections. That was far too long to be sitting on an uncomfortable wood desk. Angie and Emma weren’t even in the same room for me for the testing, not that it mattered, as we wouldn’t have had any chance to communicate, anyway. I joined my friends at a table in the cafeteria. Angie was already halfway through her lunch, and Emma had gotten a few bites into hers. “Took you long enough,” Angie said as I took a seat across the table from her. “I was done fifteen minutes early.” My face burned. I had used up every last second, filling in circles right up until the moment we were directed to immediately set our pencils down. I hadn’t done well at all. The worst of it was I’d left a handful of questions unanswered at the end. “What did your mom say about the sleepover?” Emma asked between bites of her ham and cheese sandwich. I had put off asking Mom about the sleepover. I had still been working on the best way to convince her that an all-nighter would not only be OK, but would be a good way to circumvent her concerns about bedwetting. I gave an excuse that, under most circumstances, would have been the honest truth. “Uh, I forgot.” Emma tilted her head back and rolled her eyes. “Seriously, Maddy, do I need to like text you a reminder to make sure you do it?” <><><> The copy of Reader’s Digest was still on the entryway table when I got home from school. Mom probably hadn’t had time yet to take a look at it before she went off to work. I left it untouched. I’d just have to wait for her to read it after dinner. Grace was already home. Mom and Dad still didn’t allow me to have the house to myself for more than five to ten minutes at a time. That had been different with Grace. By the time she was turning thirteen, they had not only entrusted her to stay alone by herself, but they had allowed her to be home with Jackson and me. I, on the other hand, apparently still required constant supervision. It would likely be another year or two before they finally moved on from that time when I had accidentally left the stovetop burners on. I had the next few evenings planned out for if, when, and how I was going to continue the bedwetting. Tonight, Wednesday night, I was going to wet the bed for real again, but do it in the middle of the night, rather than early in the morning. On Thursday, I would give the bedwetting a break, figuring that the occasional dry night would make the rest of the wet nights appear more natural. On Friday night, or really Saturday morning, I would again wet the bed for real once I woke up in the morning. Tonight was the trickiest, with all of my family members save Jackson paying close attention to my hydration and bathroom habits. My phone buzzed. Emma had just texted me a reminder to ask Mom about the sleepover. I texted back to inform her that Mom was at work and that I would be asking her after dinner. I headed off to the restroom at the urging of my bladder. I tugged down my pants to the disappointing sight of my underwear. Using the toilet had never felt so completely unsatisfying as it did right now. If only I could be going potty in my pants instead. As I sat on the toilet, I tried to make sense of why this new desire had appeared. I’d struggled throughout the day to understand the why of what had happened earlier. Was this tied to my desire to wear the pull-up again? Was it something altogether different, a new spark? <><><> Mom made me wait thirty minutes after dinner before she finally picked up the Reader’s Digest magazine. I hadn’t been able to witness the moment of truth, so I was left to guess whether the pull-up ad had caught her gaze when she had first grabbed the magazine. She looked up from the magazine as I walked into the living room. “Can I ask you a question?” “Sure, what do you need?” “My friends were wanting to do a sleepover for my birthday party.” “Maddy,” Mom said. “Are we really sure that is a good idea right now?” At least Mom had the courtesy not to mention bedwetting, as Jackson was still in the room. “They suggested that we could pull an all-nighter. So, that way there won’t be any issues since I won’t be falling asleep until we leave.” Mom frowned. “I’m going to need to talk with your father about that.” That wasn’t usually a promising sign, as Mom tended to be more lenient than Dad when it came to giving me permission to do new things. However, the fact that I hadn’t gotten an outright no was at least encouraging. My biggest problem would be trying to explain to my friends why I suddenly wasn’t allowed to have sleepovers anymore if my parents were to reject the all-nighter plan and not offer pull-ups as a solution. I texted Emma to let her know that I had asked Mom and that I hadn’t gotten an immediate decision. Now, it was time to put my plan to get hydrated for tonight into motion. I went upstairs to my bedroom and scoured through my closet, digging through boxes of old soccer equipment until I came across exactly what I was looking for. It was a water bottle I had been given at a camp a year or two back, one of the annoying ones with one of those spouts that almost made it feel as though I was drinking out of a toddler sippy cup. With the rest of my soccer cups in the cupboard downstairs – Mom had insisted they be thoroughly washed with the soccer season over – this was the perfect find, as no one would have a clue that I was using it. I waited until Gace had started her evening task of washing dishes. Yes, I could have done this while she was secluded in her bedroom, but I wasn’t going to take the slight risk of her coming out at an inopportune time and catching me in the process of filling up the bottle. It was a twenty-four-ounce bottle. More than enough to get sufficiently hydrated to allow me to easily pee. A few minutes later, it was full of yucky tap water from the upstairs bedroom, but it wouldn’t make any difference. My body would work to convert it to urine just the same as if it had been fancy filtered water. In the end, it all came out the same way. <><><> I squirmed underneath the covers as the clock moved ever closer to midnight. This was partly due to the physical need to urinate. I had downed the whole water bottle in the hour before I had gotten ready for bed. But it was also in anticipation of what I was about to do. In my head, I kept replaying the moment I had wet the bed last night. Thirty minutes to midnight. The sounds now coming from the bedroom told me that Mom and Dad were in the final stages of getting ready for bed. They always fell asleep quickly. There wasn’t any reason I couldn’t wet myself now rather than wait until midnight. It wasn’t as though I was going to want to get up and get cleaned up right away. I wanted time to savor the moment I had been looking forward to all day long, let it all soak in. I made a short and futile attempt to pee while lying on my back, but that was completely hopeless. It didn’t even feel as though I’d come close to getting my bladder to release. That changed when I rolled over to my stomach, the mattress loudly protesting beneath me as I did so. I didn’t bother with any more experimentation. I knew now what worked, so I followed the same exact routine. I slid my hands under my chest, raising myself up ever so slightly off of the mattress. My bladder emptied at the slightest urging. I dropped down onto the mattress the moment I began to pee. The urine was streaming out of me so fast I could hear the sound of it as it came out. I hadn’t noticed how I’d been holding my breath. I breathed out slowly as my bladder emptied. The expectations that had built up throughout the course of the day were more than exceeded. This was even better than last night, as the amount of water I had chugged before going to bed meant that I peed a lot longer. My sheets were soaked all the way past my knees. The mental exhilaration of peeing myself like an actual bedwetter combined with the physical sensation of the intense warmth from the urine left me in a state of euphoria. There was no sense of shame or embarrassment. It felt so good. It couldn’t possibly be wrong. My only regret was that it had taken me three years to realize that this was an option. --- Links to all my stories can be found at https://abdlwriter.wordpress.com/

Katie Ann What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old? By Becky Anne ©2018-2024 ~o~O~o~ Chapter Thirty-Five: Family Emergency On Friday, when Katie went to her room to gather up her paraphernalia for the trip to Daddie’s, she discovered a Reminisce magazine on her bed. About fifteen minutes later, her homework, laundry, and car activities bag were sitting on her bed. Taking the ‘Matilda’ library book she checked out this week, she got comfortable in the cluster. She was basically alone today, Tiff had thankfully decided to eat lunch instead of babysitting her. When Adam arrived, he saw a seven-year-old girl looking back at her. Ally had got her ready to go this morning. The clothes the little girl was wearing were not especially young looking, but they were definitely a girl's clothes. Yep, the pink Disney Princess sweatshirt, jeans, and light-up shoes were not over-the-top girly, but she looked right. The regressed girl’s hair was curled in ringlets with a pink bow. When she stood up to greet him, there also was a faint crinkle when she walked towards him. After Katie hugged her Daddie, he patted her bottom, checking her dryness. He leads her towards her room to change her. Soon, the dry girl and her daddie walked out of the cluster towards the waiting car. Strapped into her car seat, she grabbed her Magazine from the activity bag. She opened the Reminisce magazine and snuggled down for the ride. They hadn't been on the road long when Daddie opened her door to get her out of the car. The regressed girl didn’t remember leaving the college, let alone arriving at Cracker Barrel. After a Children’s portion of shrimp, Daddie and her were looking at the store area. He soon was answering his ringing phone, “Hello? ... Sara, shouldn’t you be teaching in your classroom right now? ... You want me to pick up Stacy from school and watch her this weekend while you run to your folks? ... Is Sam busy or coming with you? ... Katie has two appointments tomorrow. ... Why don’t I text you the details if Stacy is going to join her there? ... No problem. Have a safe trip to Virginia. See you two Sunday.” After Daddie hung up the phone, he started typing feverishly on it. While he was typing, he led Katie toward the payment area. After a long text conversation and paying, they went back towards the car. He helped her into her chair, strapping her in the harness afterward. His adoptive daughter watched him go to the back with confusion. She strained to watch him but found it hard to do that. Soon, Daddie was across the seat from her, opening the other backseat door. Daddie was putting the booster seat next to Katie. “I am glad I keep this in the car, Princess. We have to go pick your best friend from school.” About an hour later, Daddie was pulling next to some other waiting cars in the school parking lot. He turned around and told his daughter, “Princess, we have fifteen to thirty minutes to kill. It just wasn’t worth my while to go home and come back. You have plenty of stuff next to you to keep you occupied.” About fifteen minutes later Katie heard a bell going off in the school. Soon, kids started pouring out of the school. Daddie, who had gotten out of the car, went to meet her twin, who was looking confused. He put her backpack in the back before helping her into the booster seat. “Stacy, your parents had to go take care of your grandparents. They will be back Sunday,” Daddie told his adoptive niece. “That is what the teacher said. She said my Uncle was picking me up. The problem was she didn’t say which Uncle.” Stacy mentioned. She turned and looked at her best friend, “This Uncle is better than the one I assumed because of who is sitting next to me. Hello Bestie!” Katie smiled and put her book down. She said as Daddie drove away from the school, “Hello, Bestie!” “Uncle, where is the other car seat? I was hoping to sit in that, not the booster.” “We came directly from Mountain, I don’t keep the second one in here. If you really want to sit in it, I will put it in the car while you two do homework.” After his niece thanked him, he asked, “Why do you want to sit in the car seat so strongly?” “I like to be treated like Katie.” Stacy pointed out as they turned into the driveway. That last statement caused a vast amount of reactions in the car. Katie smirked and bit her tongue so as not to say anything that would get her in trouble. On the other hand, Daddie was coughing up a storm in the front seat. He was happy that he had to wait for the garage door to open. Finally, Stacy was looking confused at both of their reactions. “Stacy, I don’t mind you sitting in the car seat. I, on the other hand, will not treat you like Katie. I will treat you both like seven-year-olds, but some stuff I do to Katie I don’t have permission to do to you. I will also never ask your parent's permission to do the items either.” Daddie told his niece as he helped her out of the car. Stacy questioned as they walked towards Katie’s door, “Like the diapers and high chair?” “That and other items, Sweetie,” He said, helping his daughter out of the car. He continued, “I want both of you to locate yourselves at the table after removing your shoes in the mudroom. I will bring your backpacks to you to do homework.” He patted Katie on the bottom as she walked past with her best friend. The girls got to the kitchen table only to discover it was piled high with various bags. Katie roared, “Daddie! The table is buried under a mountain of stuff.” Daddie was soon walking into the room and started, “What do you mean … Sara!” As he looked at the bags, he mumbled to no one in particular, “Sara, you outdid yourself. I don’t know what strings you pulled in just over ninety minutes, but you did!” He continued to the girls, “You two have a seat, and I will put these bags away. While he was putting the bags away, Katie tried to figure out what was in them. One was obviously Stacy’s overnight bag. The rest looked like a large number of dress bags. There was no way Stacy could wear that many dresses on a weekend. She remembered Daddie saying something about two appointments tomorrow. Did they have something to do with one or both of those? He soon was handing Katie her princess backpack. Turning to Stacy, he gave her Unicorn backpack. As he walked towards the mudroom to deal with his daughter's dirty laundry, Katie asked her friend. “I thought you took the school bus home?” “That time you saw me was a rarity. Mommie usually picks me up.” Stacy answered. Daddie yelled, “That doesn’t sound like homework being done!” The two girls just blushed and got their homework out quietly. ~o~O~o~ “Daddie, we are both done. Oh, if you will check the printer, you will find my midterm grades there.” Katie said as he walked by. He told them, “Excellent, you two are excused, and you can play either outside or in Katie’s room until we go for dinner.” The girls headed out back to the trampoline, which was set into the ground. They had been bouncing around and giggling up a storm for about an hour when Daddie said from the back door, “Girls, it is time to go eat. You think with all that energy you could have raked some these leaves.” Katie just stuck her tongue out at his turned-back while walking with Stacy to the house. Daddie directed Katie to a changing pad to deal with her bottom. Once that was done, the blended family headed to the car. At the pizza restaurant, Daddie let both girls out of their car seats. Once they sat down, they ran to play games while he ordered the food. He said to the girls when the food arrived, “Food is here.” The two girls were too distracted by the games to hear him, causing him to have to tell them again. After the third time, he called them, and he actually walked up to them. “Kathleen Annabelle, Anastasia Marie, your food is getting cold.” He told them in a pissed tone. Katie visibly eeped, because the last time she remembered him, that upset three people ended up in the corner. She whispered to her best friend that they had better sit down and not make him upset anymore. When the food was done, Daddie told them, “No more games for you girls. You two ignored me and were naughty. We are going directly home.” “Ok, Uncle” and “Ok Daddie” were meekly replied to him. Once back in the house, the two girls didn’t get far in the house before he told them, “It took me three times to get your attention at the restaurant. Stacy, you can place your nose in a corner in the Dining Room. Katie Ann, please do the same in the parlour. I don’t want to hear any talking between you two.” What seemed like ten minutes later, he released the two girls and sent them upstairs to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Well, here goes nothing. I have posted on ABDL sites before but I don't think my heart was really in those stories. That has changed now, this story is one that I have put plenty of work into and I am finally ready to test it out on a real audience. I have a few chapters ready in the coming weeks but, based on how things go I hope to move to a regular schedule as I have lots of plans! Note regarding grammar, well I am terrible at it. I don't have an editor and rely mainly on re-reads and free web grammar checks so, don't judge me too bad, ha! Hope you Enjoy! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The sound of a flip-flop smacking the bottom of a foot and the ground in an annoying, repetitive beat filled the car as they approached their destination. “Tara, stop that!” her mother spoke sharply. Tara leaned up from the clenched position she was in at the back of the van and pressed her foot down hard to stop the tapping. She had been holding back her bladder for the better part of the trip. The freeway separating Tara’s house from her mother’s best friend was legendary. She had been holding back the two colas she had pounded at lunch and was thankful the end was nearly in sight. “I keep telling you it's not healthy for you to keep doing this to yourself; I thought we were past this.” Diane continued. In her current condition, Tara couldn’t help but agree with her. Ever since she was little, she had issues with bathroom breaks. As a small child, she was potty trained early, but that did not stop her from constantly having accidents. Her mom always said she had her ‘head in the clouds’; she would be so focused on something that nothing else would matter… nothing. As she grew older, Tara continued to have accidents that would go up and down in frequency. When she started school, she earned the unpleasant nickname ‘Tinkle Tara’. Between accidents and a bout with bedwetting when she was 7 and 9 years old, it looked like she was doomed to it. However, for whatever reason, a switch had flipped, and it had been nearly 8 years since ‘Tinkle Tara’ was uttered. On the other hand, in the last few months, Tara has been putting her bathroom training through the ringer. Time after time, she found herself holding her bladder and aching from the effort. Whether it was at the mall, watching a movie, or sitting through classes, the urge to go was becoming more frequent and urgent each time. She had not told her mother that she almost always felt the need to go ‘right now’ whenever she had to pee. It never helped matters that her mother was a health nut and had drilled into her to keep hydrated, so she always was drinking water. It was a habit, but then again, it was only in the last few months that things started to go sideways. Now Tara was also going to be playing ‘big sister/babysitter’ to a 10 year old. Her mother and Brittany’s, had been friends since High School and now work for the same company. Both had been married and are now divorced. With lucrative jobs and a daughter, they were about as close as any family member. So when they both were chosen to go overseas to be in charge of operations in a new business move for the company, they quickly decided the plan. As Tara was 18, she would watch and take care of Britteny until the two mothers got back, which would be around the beginning of the summer. “Now remember, you have to be in charge of Brittany and keep up with your school work. Those are the two most important things,” her mother said, for about the hundredth time. “Mom, I know. I have hung out with Brittany plenty of times before,” Tara countered. “Not for this long and with this many responsibilities. Plus, Cathrine has… Well something else that you are going to have to keep track of,” her mom finished. “Oh?” the girl raised her eyebrow. “She will tell you,” her mother said giving her a look that said, this is serious. As the van pulled into the garage of Cathrine and Brittany’s home, Tara shot like a bullet out the door into the house. Catherine was blurred as she shot for the bathroom in the room she usually stayed in on the second floor. Scrambling through the door, the sight of the bathroom made Tara relax. “No!” she gasped, hurriedly tired to get the button on her shorts undone. She had relaxed too early, and now things were out of control. Finally sitting on the seat, a sharp but blissful relief crept over her. She had not realized how much and how painful this time had been. Tara knew that she should stop doing this but, for now, inspected the damage to her shorts. The whole crotch of the garment was a darker shade of blue and was a lost cause. Luckily, she had one other pair close to these that she could grab from her bag and slip into. This was only the third time this had happened, but it certainly was not something she enjoyed. Slipping into fresh clothes, she made her way back down to the living room to ‘officially’ greet Cathrine and Brittany. “Whew, sorry about that,” she greeted Catherine. “It’s alright, pretty on par for you, ha!” Cathrine jested, then her voice went low,“Follow me to the kitchen.” Her mother was talking with Brittany, and the girl was looking like she did not have much to say, so she followed Catherine. “So there is something that I have been keeping from you; I just told her mother last night,” she let out with a long breath. “Oh no, is something wrong?” Tara blurted out. “No, no, nothing serious, but… Brittany has been having some troubles. Bathroom troubles,” she responded flatly. A heat rose in Tara’s cheeks, and she simply said, “Oh…” “Now I know that you had your own issues, but I recently saw a book about accidents among older children and teenagers. I have Brittany following some rules that are designed to help her get through this phase.” Cathrine explained as she put a hardcover book on the counter. “The front of the book explains how the rules work - the ins and outs as they were. And in the back there is the list of rules and a little chart if you need it,” she went on. Tara picked up the book, and before she could utter a word, Cathrine continued, “You obviously don’t have to read it, and Brittany knows the first two rules by heart now, but you should read them and she has to follow them. Supplies are in the upstairs hall closet.” “Supplies?” the girl questioned. “Well, in a nutshell, Brittany has to use protection whenever she has accidents. The more accidents, the more protection, and the more…eh… privileges she loses.” the older woman explained. “Ah, well, I guess that makes sense.” Tara concluded. She couldn’t believe it, Brittany was in diapers! It was a shock only because there had never been a hint to her that her little friend may have had such troubles. Well, Tara herself was smaller, but not terribly so, but she was still taller by a couple of inches. Brittany had a heart shaped face, round blue eyes, and shorter brunette hair, while Tara had sandy blonde hair past her shoulders, brown eyes, and a longer face. Both had followed their mother’s genes, like matched sets. “Cathrine, we need to get to the airport,” her own mother called out. “Oh yes, coming!” she replied, and then to Tara, “Just read the rules and make sure Brittany follows them, simple as it gets!” With that, she hugged Tara and made her way to the living room, where her daughter and Tara’s mother were. There were the usual tearful goodbyes, as the realization of how long it would be before they were all together again sunk in. All too soon, it was just Tara and Brittany watching TV in silence as the girls both recovered from the painful departure. Tara ordered pizza as a way of cheering them both up, and by the time the large pizza and sodas had been consumed, it was close to bedtime. She, Tara, knew it was time to broach the subject. She decided to do so in a manner that showed she trusted Brittany to know what she had to do. “Well, I guess it is time for bed, Brit,” she stated. Brittany yawned. “Yeah, I guess so.” The girl got up from the couch and made her way to the stairs. “Wait, Brittany!” she called to stop the girl. “Is there something we need to talk about? Some rules?” The younger girl froze, and she stiffened as she turned to face Tara, so she went on the offensive. “Before you say anything, it's alright. I had problems when I was around your age,” she tried to soothe Brittany. “I don’t want to follow the rules without mom,” she almost spat back at Tara. “Look, this will go smoothly if we just follow what your mom wants you to do.” Tara countered. “But… it's just… It's so embarrassing, and I want to just be normal.” Brittany pleaded, “Please don't make me do them.” It nearly broke Tara’s heart to see Brittany clinging onto a small hope that she would be out of whatever she had been enduring. “What exactly are the rules you are supposed to follow, i haven't read them yet because I want you to tell me,” Tara said. “Well, umm… you… There are five rules, and if you have any, you know. Then you start at 1 and go from there.” Brittany mumbled. “I see, and what rule are you on now?” She questioned further. “1B,” Brittany said out of the side of her mouth. “1B?” “Yeah, the first rule has three parts… some kind of like grace period before the rest of the rules, I guess.” Brittany had crossed her arms and had not looked at Tara since she started talking about the rules. “How far have you gone down the list?” Tara asked with complete curiosity. “Just two, but it was awful.” Brittany huffed. Tara was in a bind; she didn’t want to fight Brittany for weeks on end. And she didn’t want to have to deal with Brittany having accidents she could prevent. But most of all, she did want to have fun with Brittany; she really was like a little sister. The girl shouldn’t have to feel alone in this… then it hit her. It was drastic, but it just might work. “Alright, let's look at 1B,” Tara announced. Going into the kitchen, she opened the back of the book and found the page with 1A at the top. She read out, “1A - a single day-time accident will result in a pull-up for 1 day and night.” Turning the page, she also read, “1B - a single night-time accident will result in regular pull-ups for 2 days & night-time pull-ups for 2 nights.” Brittany was bright red but Tara talked fast to ease the embarrassment. “So you…” “The night before last, this is my second night. Mom let me go without during the day today because she was leaving,” the girl clarified. “Good, then we will both follow the rules going forward.” Tara stated. “Both?” Brittany asked. “Both,” she replied. “What good is that? It's still just me that will have to do any of it!” Brittany screeched. “Hold on. Did you see me dash upstairs when I got here?” Tara asked, and the girl nodded. “Well, I didn't quite make it, and my shorts got a bit wet. So I guess that puts me on 1A, right?” she said, matter of fact. “You're lying,” Brittany huffed, but Tara was prepared for this. A quick trip to her room and her shorts from earlier presented to Brittany were all the evidence she needed. “Whoa!” Brittany exclaimed. “Told you, so we will both be in pull-ups tonight. Your mom gave you a break, so we will just go with the pull-ups tonight. And if we are both dry in the morning, this all resets, right?” She asked cheerily. “Yeah, but… but… “ Brittany couldn’t come up with an argument. “Now come on, we are still about the same size; let's see if they fit and we can get off to bed.” Tara led the dumbstruck girl up the stairs and to the closet. It was packed with white boxes, each labeled in the upper corner. The shelf at chest height had two opened boxes, one of the left read ‘Slims’. Thinking these must be the pull-ups she grabbed two, and handed one to Brittany. “Let’s both get pjs on, i will come to your room in about 10 minutes.” Tara said as she closed her door behind her. Throwing the pull-up on the bed, it suddenly hit Tara what she was about to do. It had been so long since she had worn something like that she almost felt as if it stared back at her. As if this meant more than just a means to an end. Shaking her head, she inspected the pull-up; it wasn’t any of the major brands she knew. In fact, it only had an “R” in the center of the waistband to indicate a brand. The sides were just a bit longer than the width of her hand and the padding looked fairly thin, but then it was just a pull-up. Changing into a tank top with thin shoulder straps, she placed her usual PJ pants next to the pull up on the bed. Stepping into the pull-up she began to doubt that she would fit, yet as she dragged it up to her waist, it never seemed to tighten. Standing there, 18 years old, and in a pull-up, it may as well have been fitted for her. It clung to her a bit but didn’t feel tight, and she felt the leg holes conform around her leg just below her butt, a perfect fit. She walked around and noted the extra padding and the overall ‘bulk’ she was not accustomed to as she moved. Satisfied, she pulled her PJs over the pull-up and went to see Brittany. Knocking on the door, the girl called out that she was ready. Tara was momentarily taken aback as Brittany had some small shorts and the diaper spilled out of the top and the sides. “All set?” she asked. “Yeah… I guess,” but Brittany kept glancing at Tara's PJs. Pulling the band of her pants down a bit, Tara showed the top of the pull and said, “Fitted just fine.” Tara began to giggle, and a smile reached Brittany's face as well. Soon they were laughing hard at the situation, and the tension was broken between them. “Night, Brit, see in the morning.” Tara chuckled out. “Night, Tara” was the reply as the younger girl got into bed. Back in her own room, Tara turned off the lights and got under the streets, exhausted. However, she almost immediately realized why Brittany’s shorts were so small. Being under covers, in pants, and in a pull-up was not the most comfortable thing. But tiredness eventually overtook Tara, and she drifted off.

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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I've also written three very short before & after stories set in the same world as The Magician’s Game. *** Before & After - Ice Queen Candice Holbrook was a rich socialite, famous in certain well-to-do circles both for her stunning beauty and for the cold, stuck-up, utterly disdainful attitude she showed towards anyone she considered to be beneath her, which was just about everyone. She was known among her friends (though ‘friends’ was a generous term for the underlings she surrounded herself with) as the Ice Queen – but people who were less charitable simply called her the Frigid Bitch. Even her own husband was sick of her frostiness. It is perhaps no surprise, then, that she came to the attention of the Magician as he was selecting the unfortunate women who were to take part in one of his life-altering games. Candice started out strong, avoiding penalties and taking charge of the other girls, but during the second round she irritated the Magician so much with haughtiness that she was rendered incontinent and, as an extra insult, was stripped of the ability to change her own diapers unless they were right on the verge of leaking. Candice tried desperately to hold on to her refined, authoritative persona, even as she toddled about attempting the challenges with an increasingly full nappy under her dress, but she may have tried a little too hard. Her fellow contestants didn’t take kindly to be scolded and bossed about by a woman in stinky Pampers, and Candice was voted out in the third round. Horrified as she was by the thought of spending the result of her life in adult diapers, Candice’s icy façade began to crack – but not enough to satisfy the Magician. Determined to put Candice in her place, he took away the one thing she prized above all else: her self-control. Robbed permanently of the power to regulate her own emotions, not to mention control her bladder and bowels, the Ice Queen had been melted into a puddle princess, and she was ready to be sent home… Candice’s New Life “WAAAAAH!” Candice wailed at the top of her lungs. She tried as hard as she could to stop, to pull herself together, but it was useless. “WAAAAAH!” “What’s the matter, baby girl?” came her husband’s voice, and Candice squinted through her tears to see him lounging against the doorframe of her nursery, smirking at the sight of her bawling like a baby. She knew she must look utterly ridiculous with her nose running, her beautiful face red from shouting, standing in a giant playpen wearing only a Disney Frozen dress, a thick diaper, and a large, pale blue bow in her hair – a mockery of a tiara. But she still felt a fresh wave of uncontrollable anger rush through her at the sight of his smug expression. “Don’t look at me like that!” she blubbered, stamping her foot. “I’m Candice Holbrook! I’M CANDICE HOLBROOK AND YOU CAN’T LOOK DOWN ON ME!” “What a fussy little girl,” her husband cooed, walking over to her. “What’s got you so grumpy, hmm? Daddy fed you earlier, and you’ve had your nap…” Once he reached her, he turned her around, lifted up the hem of her dress, and pulled out the waistband of her nappy. “Just as I thought,” he said, chuckling. He spun her back around and looking her directly in the eyes. “Baby Candice made a stinky, didn’t she? Does the big baby want her dirty diaper changed?” Candice wrenched away from her husband, her anger and shame totally spilling over. “I’M NOT A BIG BABY!” she screeched in an ear-piercing voice that made her cringe. “I’M NOT, I’M NOT, I’M NOT!” Her cheeks burned with humiliation at what she was doing, at the absurd spectacle she was making of herself, but she was completely unable to stop herself from stomping her feet and pumping her fists in an impotent fury as she shrieked and cried like an oversized two-year-old having a meltdown. “I WANT MY OLD LIFE BACK!” she wailed, jumping up and down on the spot and making her sagging nappy jiggle about stupidly between her legs. “I HATE POOPY DIAPERS! I HATE THEM!” Her husband simply stood there, watching her throwing her tantrum with a wide smile on his face, until at last she wore herself out, and she was left gasping and hiccupping between quiet sobs. Her nappy felt disgusting. “That’s it, baby,” her husband said gently, pulling her into a cuddle. “You got it all out, that’s a good girl.” He reached down and patted her padded rear, cupping the heavy seat of her diaper with his hand. “There’s plenty of wee-wee in here too. I bet you want a nice, clean diapie now, don’t you darling?” Candice nodded, her face buried in his chest. A moment later, an unwilling giggle spilled from her mouth as her husband’s hands shot to her waist and tickled her sides. Her heart leapt with sudden, unwelcome happiness. She’d always suppressed her playful side before, but now, because of that foul Magician, there was nothing to stop the more childish aspects of her nature rearing their heads at any time. She hated how she couldn’t stop the smile tugging at her lips. But an even more embarrassing urge arose in her a second later as she pressed her body against her husband’s firm chest. No. She had to stop herself. She couldn’t lower herself like that! “Daddy, I’m horny!” she blurted, grinding her diapered crotch needily against his groin and blushing scarlet. Her husband laughed. “Alright, baby,” he said, his voice rich with amusement, “Daddy will change your nappy, and then we can have a little bit of grown-up time together, okay?” “Yay!” Candice squealed. A big, dumb grin spread across her face, even as she cursed fiercely inside her head. This was almost worse than her tantrums! “I love doing grown-up things with Daddy!” Before & After - The New Maid Samantha Devereux came from old money, and she’d married well. She’d never had to work a day in her life, but there was nothing she liked more than ordering everybody else around. She’d spend her days strutting around her large manor house, barking orders at the maid, Hannah, changing her instructions constantly and forcing her to perform her duties within impossibly short timeframes. Poor Hannah couldn’t afford to give up her job, despite the awful treatment she received at the hands of her employer, not even when Mrs Devereaux went as far as to prohibit her from taking bathrooms breaks until all her work was done. The tearful young maid was forced to mop the floors and scrub the windows with a thick diaper flashing underneath the short hem of her uniform, a diaper that would inevitably end up heavy with pee by the end of the day. It may have been Hannah’s burning resentment towards her boss that first drew the Magician to take an interest in Mrs Deveraux, and he soon decided that the arrogant heiress would be the perfect candidate for one of his little games. Samantha was shocked to suddenly find herself transported to a manor even more richly furnished and extravagant than her own, right when she’d been in the middle of chewing out her maid over some insufficiently polished silverware, but she didn’t have much time to recover before she was pitched into the game that would drastically alter the course of her life. The snobbish thirty-five-year-old was able to avoid taking any penalties in the first task, but unfortunately for her, her fellow contestants didn’t much appreciate her laziness and bad attitude (Samantha had never learned to develop much of a work ethic), and she was voted out at the end of the first day. Although Mrs Deveraux cried and pleaded, the Magician wasn’t about to send her home without any ‘alterations’. With a magically imbued command, he ordered her never to pee or poop outside of her own pants again, much to her dismay. Not only that, he decided that a change in status would suit the entitled little woman, and with a snap of his fingers Samantha Deveraux went back to being Samantha Page; though she retained all her memories of her former life, in this new reality she’d never married Mr Deveraux, nor had she been born into a rich family herself. Instead she was employed as a maid at the manor she had once claimed as hers, confined to nappies and a frilly little maid’s outfit, under the strict supervision of the new lady of the house… Samantha’s New Life “Make sure that floor is spotless, potty-pants, or you won’t be getting your diaper changed before bed tonight.” Samantha glared up at Hannah, Mrs Deveraux, through tear-filled eyes, but she didn’t dare stop her scrubbing. She knew the threat was genuine. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d been sent to bed without a change, forced to spend the night in a soaked, or even stinky, nappy. It was hard to get to sleep in a cold, clammy pair of Pampers, let alone one with a big, smelly mess in the back. Over the past few weeks, Samantha had had plenty of experience dealing with full diapers, but that didn’t mean she hated them any less. Of all the humiliating features of her new life, there was nothing she despised more than having to let go of her bladder into her pants, or worse, to squat and do a poo-poo in her own knickers. Only they weren’t knickers. Not anymore. The only thing Samantha wore over her bottom these days were the thick, adult-sized baby nappies she depended upon to keep herself from making a mess on the floor. Noisy and bulky, they forced her thighs apart and crinkled with every movement she made, a constant reminder of their presence. Samantha scrubbed hard at the floor, making absolutely sure there wasn’t a speck of dirt to be seen. Her knees were sore from the amount of time she’d spent crawling around the kitchen, scouring the tiles, but she couldn’t afford to take a break if she wanted to get all her chores done before the end of her shift. Her breasts jostled in the loose-fitting blouse of her uniform, wobbling stupidly beneath her like they always did when she cleaned the floor. Her outfit was skimpy and slutty – Hannah said it was to give Mr Deveraux “something pretty to look at”, but whenever he saw her, Samantha’s former husband usually did little more than wrinkle his nose at the sight of the used diaper peeking out from under the hem of her dress. She knew the real reason was simply to humiliate her even more; there was no hiding her nappy in her outfit, and the sexiness of her uniform only served to clash ridiculously with her babyish underwear, turning her into even more of a joke. Samantha’s tummy made a loud rumbling noise. Her diaper was already drenched with pee, and with a sinking feeling in her stomach, she realised she could feel the beginnings of a bowel movement coming on. “Would you like a bathroom break, Sammy?” asked Hannah, with a faint smirk. She was leaning against the kitchen counter, watching her work with a martini in her hand. “You can go and use the toilet if you want to. I’m not a monster.” “No thank you, Mrs Deveraux,” Samantha said, as politely as she could, not pausing in her scrubbing. She didn’t want to give Hannah any excuse to discipline her, but she couldn’t stop herself from scowling. “No? Are you sure, sweetie? It sounds like you need to go potty.” Samantha said nothing. “Sammy…” Hannah said warningly. “I asked you a question. You need to go poopy, don’t you?” “Yes, Mrs Deveraux,” said Samantha, trying not to grit her teeth in anger. “Then don’t you want to use the toilet?” Samantha glared up at her former employee. Perhaps there was one thing she hated more than wearing nappies. “No thank you, Mrs Deveraux,” she said sweetly, just as Hannah had trained her to do. “I’d rather keep working and use my pants.” “Yuck!” said Hannah, clearly relishing the sight of her ex-boss acting so slavishly. “That’s disgusting, Sammy! But I suppose I should be grateful that I have such a diligent worker, shouldn’t I? Go ahead then. Fill your diaper, sweetie.” For a moment Samantha considered saying no, getting up, ripping off her soggy nappy and flinging it in Hannah’s face. But she knew it would do her no good. It wouldn’t undo the Magician’s power, and it would only get her into huge trouble. Clenching her eyes shut, face burning with shame, she did as she was told. She grunted and pushed, and a second later the seat of her Pampers bulged out behind her. She grunted again and continued to wipe the floor while she pooped. All she could do was keep doing her chores, and hope that by the end of the day she’d have done enough work to get herself out of the now thoroughly dirty diaper hanging off her hips. Before & After - Daddy's Girl Lucy Thompson was a strident feminist, an activist with a reputation across her college campus both for her good looks and for her habit of biting the head off any man who tried to flirt with her. With her beautiful face and hourglass figure, she naturally drew the eyes of all the men in her classes – but there was nothing Lucy hated more than the male gaze, as she wrote about frequently in her Critical Theory essays. She couldn’t stand the idea that people saw her as a mere sex object, and there was nothing she hated more than men who assumed she must secretly want to be “put in her place” by a big, strong man like them. Unfortunately for her, to the Magician’s mind, there’s nothing more enjoyable than taking a strong-willed, empowered woman and making her fight for her adulthood, so naturally Miss Thompson made the ideal candidate for one of his twisted games. She played the game well, however, avoiding all but a minor thumbsucking penalty and making it all the way to the final round before finally losing in a nursery rhyme sing-along contest. Tired of her constant ranting about the evils of the patriarchy, the Magician decided that Lucy needed a little help changing her attitude towards men. With a snap of his fingers, he gave her a hardcore diaper fetish and an overpowering Daddy kink that soon had her squirming on the floor with one hand stuck down the front of her pants, imagining herself being forced into diapers and made to live as a dumb toddler forever. Then the Magician gave her the choice; she could return to her normal life without so much as losing her continence, or he could strip her of all her bladder and bowel control and let her live with him as his full-time adult baby girl… Lucy’s New Life Lucy moaned around her thumb and humped her thickly padded crotch desperately against her teddy bear. Her squishy nappy felt delightful against her pussy. It was soaked with pee, just the way she liked it. Her face burned with humiliation at what she was doing, but that just made her pussy even wetter. The old her would have died with shame if she could’ve seen herself now, grinding her sopping wet Pampers on her stuffed animals. But it was the only way a stupid, horny diaper girl like her could get off. She let out another slutty moan. “Uh-oh,” came a deep male voice from above her. “I think someone’s being a naughty little girl…” Lucy felt a powerful rush of arousal. She loved the way Daddy talked to her, like she was a particularly dim-witted four-year-old. She hated him too, hated the way he’d turned her into a diaper-wearing freak, the way he’d stolen her future and reduced her to a life of bottle-feeds and early bedtimes, spankings and nappy changes. But another part, just as strong, thought it was the hottest thing ever. She looked up, and her nether regions pulsed with pleasure at the sight of his handsome face, his sadistic smile. “Does Daddy need to pull off your diaper and spank your naughty bottom, Lulu?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. Lucy shook her head hurriedly from side to side, but she couldn’t help sucking her thumb lustily at the thought of being turned over Daddy’s lap, having her nappy pulled down, getting her plump bare bottom smacked over and over again until it turned bright pink… “Are you sure?” he asked, a smirk playing around his lips. “Your Nanny told me she caught you doing something naughty this morning too.” Lucy’s face went even redder. “Did you really try to sneak a wet diaper out of the pail and put it on?” he asked, sounding deeply amused. Lucy thought she might faint with the humiliation. She gave her teddy an extra hard hump and nodded. “Silly girl,” said the Magician, reaching out and patting her padded rear. “If you want playtime in your icky used nappies then all you have to do is ask. Daddy already knows what a disgusting, depraved little girl you are.” Lucy groaned and shut her eyes, still grinding on her bear. She was getting so close to orgasm now. But then there was a sudden pressure in her bottom, and she gasped around her thumb. Instinctively she tried to clamp down, to hold it in, but that wasn’t something her body was capable of anymore. Instead, she barely felt it as a big, yucky mess filled her diaper. The Magician started to laugh, and Lucy humped her teddy bear faster and faster, even as she grimaced with revulsion. The mess in the back of her pants felt disgusting. It was so gross and stinky and babyish. She could have walked away, she told herself. She could have been a normal woman, or at least a woman who could control when she peed and pooped. But now she was just a big, smelly baby who needed nappies on her butt 24/7. A naughty, overgrown toddler who needed a Daddy to keep her in her rightful place… and she always would be. She moaned again. How could she have chosen this?! With one final, desperate thrust of her hips, Lucy had a shuddering orgasm in her soaked and stinky diaper and slumped over her teddy bear, gasping for breath. As the euphoria began to fade, the familiar shame and self-disgust started to creep over her, and she buried her face in her teddy’s soft fur. But when her Daddy bent down, kissed the top of her head, and whispered, “That’s my girl,” the tingling started in her pussy all over again.

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.

Sometimes I feel guilty about my diaper trash , not because of the environment but because my diaper pail bag is so heavy I feel bad for the trash guys that have to fling it in the truck.

Chapter 9 --- For a moment, nobody moved, the shock of the revelation freezing them in place. Sarah's oversized sleep shirt had ridden up in the night, revealing the unmistakable bulk of her diaper around her waist. Her pajama pants, loosened by her tossing and turning, had slipped down to her hips, the white plastic of the diaper peeking out in stark contrast to her skin. Kate was in a similar state of disarray, her own diaper on full display as her shirt bunched around her ribs. The girls stared at each other, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, as the realization of their shared secret sank in. And then, as if on cue, they both burst out laughing, the absurdity of the situation crashing over them in a wave of giddy relief. Lucky, startled by the sudden noise, leapt off the bed and scampered out of the room, his tail wagging in confusion. "I can't believe-" Sarah gasped, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes, "-all this time, we were both-" "-wearing diapers!" Kate finished, her own laughter bordering on hysterical. "I thought I was going to explode, trying to keep it a secret!" They collapsed against each other, giggling and hiccuping as the tension of the past 12 hours drained away. In the light of day, the fears that had seemed so overwhelming now felt silly, almost ridiculous. "I guess we had more in common than we thought," Sarah said, once they had caught their breath. She gestured ruefully to her exposed diaper, the fabric clinging heavily to her skin. As the laughter finally subsided, Sarah became aware of the insistent throbbing of her bladder once again. She squirmed uncomfortably, the urge to release her pent-up pee growing stronger by the second. Kate noticed her fidgeting and raised an eyebrow, a knowing look in her eye. "You too, huh?" Sarah nodded, biting her lip as she fought to maintain control. "I thought I was going to burst earlier, trying to hold it in without you noticing." Kate let out a rueful chuckle. "Same here. I guess these diapers are good for more than just nighttime accidents." They shared a look of understanding, the unspoken agreement hanging in the air between them. After all the stress and secrecy of the past 12 hours, there was something oddly freeing about being able to let go - both literally and figuratively. "On three?" Kate suggested, a mischievous glint in her eye. Sarah hesitated, then seeing Kate’s excitement, agreed, shifting into a more comfortable position. Kate counted. "One... two..." By the time she reached "three", the room was filled with the soft hissing sound of simultaneous relief, the girls' giggles mixing with sighs of contentment as their overfull bladders finally emptied. It should have felt strange, or embarrassing, peeing in front of each other like this. But somehow, in the context of their newfound camaraderie, it just felt like another part of the journey - a shared experience that brought them closer together. When they were finished, Sarah flopped back against the pillows, a silly smile on her face. "Well, that's one way to wake up.” Kate snorted, tossing a stuffed animal at her head. "Pee pals for life!" They dissolved into giggles again, the easy banter a welcome release after the tension of the night before. In the light of day, the fears that had seemed so overwhelming now felt manageable, even laughable. Giggling over, Sarah and Kate found themselves settling into a comfortable silence, the weight of their shared secret no longer pressing down on them. They sat cross-legged on the bed, facing each other, the diapers crinkling softly beneath them. "So..." Kate began, picking at a loose thread on the comforter. "How long have you been dealing with...you know...all this?" Sarah shrugged, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "The bedwetting? As long as I can remember. But the diapers are a more recent thing. My mom suggested them a few months ago, when the pull-ups stopped cutting it." Kate nodded, a rush of empathy welling up in her chest. "I’ve always wet the bed. I tried pull-ups once but they leaked. Diapers work better. No leaks.” Sarah blinked, her eyes suspiciously shiny. "I know it doesn’t make me a baby. But it's hard to remember sometimes, when I'm lying in a wet diaper in the middle of the night." "I get it," Sarah said, squeezing Kate's knee gently. "But the diapers are comfortable, and dry sheets are better than wet.” "It helps me to remember that I'm not alone," Sarah said simply. "That there are other kids out there dealing with the same thing, even if I didn't know who they were. And now...now I have you." Kate's smile was genuine. "Diaper buddies for life, right?" "Diaper buddies for life," Sarah confirmed, holding out her pinky once again. Just as they were linking fingers, a soft knock sounded at the door. Kate's mom poked her head in, her eyes widening as she took in the scene before her. "Oh!" she said, her gaze darting between the girls and their exposed diapers. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." Kate flushed, but didn't make any move to cover herself. "It's okay, Mom. We were just...talking." Sarah nodded, feeling a strange sense of calm wash over her. "Kate and I have a lot in common, it turns out." Kate's mom's expression softened, a mixture of surprise and understanding flickering across her face. "I see. Well, I'm glad you girls have each other to lean on." She paused, seeming to choose her next words carefully. "I know this isn't an easy thing to deal with, for either of you. But I want you to know how proud I am of you both for facing it with such maturity and grace." Sarah felt her throat tighten, unexpected tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "Thank you," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. Kate's mom smiled, her own eyes suspiciously bright. "You're welcome, sweetie. Now, how about we head downstairs for some breakfast? I think we could all use a little comfort food after the night we've had." The girls nodded eagerly, the promise of pancakes and syrup suddenly very appealing. As they clambered off the bed, Sarah felt a sudden rush of gratitude for the woman standing in front of her. She might not be Sarah's own mother, but in that moment, she felt like family all the same. Together, the three of them made their way downstairs, the scent of bacon and coffee wafting up to greet them. And as Sarah slid into her seat at the kitchen table, Kate by her side and a stack of fluffy pancakes in front of her, she couldn't help but feel like everything was going to be okay. As they dug into their pancakes, Sarah and Kate kept sneaking glances at each other's diapers, barely visible beneath the kitchen table. It was surreal, seeing the evidence of their shared secret out in the open like this. A part of Sarah kept expecting to wake up, to find that this whole morning had been a crazy dream. But then Kate would catch her eye, a shy smile tugging at her syrup-sticky lips, and Sarah would feel a rush of warmth in her chest. This was real. They were in this together, for better or worse. After breakfast, Kate's mom shooed them back upstairs to get cleaned up. "I'll help Kate with her diaper," she said, giving Sarah a gentle smile. "Why don't you go ahead and take care of yours, and then you girls can decide what you want to do today?" Sarah nodded, feeling a flicker of awkwardness at being reminded of her wet diaper. Yesterday, the thought of anyone seeing her in a diaper would have made her want to curl up and die of shame. But now, with Kate by her side, it all felt...different. Not easy, exactly, but less daunting somehow. As she reached for her clothes, Sarah's hand brushed against something crinkly at the bottom of her bag. She frowned, pulling out an extra diaper, the one her mom had packed "just in case." Kate’s eyes lit up when she saw the extra diaper. "I have an idea," she said, a mischievous grin tugging at her lips. "What if we wore diapers today? Not because we need them, but because we can. As a way to celebrate being diaper buddies." Sarah's eyes widened, surprise and nervousness dancing across her face. "I’m not sure - I only wear them at night." Kate, her eagerness showing, said, “But we’re diaper buddies, right? Please will you wear one?” Sarah, seeing her friend’s eagerness, took a deep breath in and agreed. They spread out a towel on the floor, giggling as they tried to figure out the logistics of diapering each other. Kate laid down first, goosebumps rising on her skin as Sarah awkwardly slid the diaper under her. "Okay, so I just...pull it up and tape it on, right?" Sarah asked, uncertainty and amusement warring in her voice. Kate propped herself up on her elbows, nodding encouragingly. "Yeah, that's what my mom does. Just make sure it's snug, but not too tight." Sarah bit her lip, concentrating as she brought the front of the diaper up between Kate's legs. She fumbled with the tapes, trying to get them positioned just right. "I don't think this is quite how it's supposed to go," she said, laughing nervously as the tapes refused to align. "It keeps slipping!" Kate dissolved into giggles, the absurdity of the situation hitting her all at once. "Maybe we should have paid more attention when our moms were doing this," she gasped out between peals of laughter. They tried again, with Kate attempting to diaper Sarah this time, but the results were even more lopsided and haphazard. They were both laughing so hard they could barely breathe, tears streaming down their faces. A knock at the door made them both freeze, eyes wide. "Girls?" Kate's mom called, her voice tinged with concern. "Is everything okay in there?" Kate and Sarah exchanged a panicked look, then collapsed into fresh giggles. "We're fine, Mom!" Kate managed to choke out. "We just...we need a little help." The door opened, revealing Kate's mom's puzzled face. She took in the scene before her - the girls sprawled on the floor, diapers askew and faces flushed with laughter - and understanding dawned in her eyes. "I see," she said, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Trying to diaper each other, are we?" Sarah blushed, but Kate nodded, grinning sheepishly. "We wanted to wear them today, since we’re diaper buddies. But it turns out we're not very good at putting them on." Kate's mom shook her head, chuckling softly. "Well, it's not as easy as it looks, is it? Here, why don't I give you a hand." With gentle, practiced moves, she fixed their lopsided diapers, making sure the tapes were securely fastened and the fit was comfortable. "There," she said, sitting back on her heels with a satisfied smile. "How does that feel?" Kate wriggled experimentally, marveling at the snug, comfortable fit. "Perfect," she said, grinning at Sarah. "Thanks, Mom." Kate's mom waved off the thanks, her eyes soft. "Anytime, girls. I'm just glad you have each other to lean on through all of this." As she left the room, Kate turned to Sarah, her face glowing with happiness. "Best diaper buddies ever?" she asked, holding out her pinky. Sarah, blushing, linked her pinky with Kate's, sealing the promise. "Best diaper buddies ever." And as they stood there, grinning at each other in their diapers, Sarah knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together. *** As lunchtime approached, they heard the doorbell ring downstairs. "That must be my mom," Sarah said, feeling a sudden flutter of nervousness in her stomach. Kate squeezed her hand, a reassuring smile on her face. "Hey, it's going to be okay. Your mom loves you, no matter what." Sarah grinned, the butterflies in her stomach settling slightly. "You're right. Let's do this." They made their way downstairs, the crinkle of their diapers seeming unnaturally loud in the quiet house. Sarah's mom was waiting in the entryway, chatting with Kate's mom. "Hi, sweetie," she said, turning to greet Sarah with a smile. "Did you have a good time at your...sleepover?" Her voice trailed off as she took in the sight of Sarah, still clad in her pajama shirt and a very obvious diaper. Her eyes widened, flickering between Sarah and Kate in confusion. "Sarah? Why are you...I mean, are you still...?" Sarah took a deep breath, feeling Kate's steadying presence beside her. "Mom, I have something to tell you. Something amazing." And with that, the whole story came tumbling out. "Kate wears diapers too," Sarah said, her voice trembling with emotion. "We're diaper buddies,” Kate added, giggling. For a moment, Sarah's mom just stared at them, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a smile spread across her face, warm and bright. "Oh, girls," she said, pulling them both into a tight hug. "I'm so happy for you. I know how hard this has been, and I'm just...I'm so proud of you for facing it together." Sarah melted into the embrace, feeling a rush of love and gratitude wash over her. "Thanks, Mom," she whispered, her voice muffled against her mom's shoulder. "I couldn't have done it without you. Or Kate." As they separated, Sarah's mom turned to Kate, her eyes soft. "Thank you for being there for Sarah," she said simply. "Your friendship means the world to her, and to me." Kate ducked her head, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "Sarah's been there for me too," she said quietly. "We're in this together, no matter what." And as Sarah said her goodbyes she couldn't help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world. She had a mom who loved her unconditionally, a best friend who understood her in a way no one else could, and a future that suddenly seemed a whole lot brighter. *** As Sarah and her mom drove home, the excitement of the sleepover still fizzing in Sarah's veins, she couldn't stop smiling. Her mom kept glancing over at her, eyes crinkled with affection and a hint of amusement. "So, you and Kate - diaper buddies, huh? What are the odds?" her mom marveled, shaking her head. Sarah giggled. "I know, right? It's like the universe wanted us to find each other." "Well, I'm glad you did," her mom said warmly. "Having a friend who truly gets it, who you don't have to hide from... that's special. I'm happy you have each other." Sarah sobered a bit, nodding. "Me too. I didn't realize how much I needed that until now. Keeping this secret from Kate, it was really weighing on me." Her mom reached over to squeeze her hand. "I can only imagine, sweetie. But I'm proud of you for being brave enough to open up to her when the time was right. That takes a lot of courage." Blinking back sudden tears, Sarah gave her mom a wobbly smile. "Thanks, Mom. For everything. I couldn't do this without you, you know." "Oh honey, you never have to. I'm here, no matter what - diapers, no diapers, I'm your number one fan," her mom said, eyes suspiciously misty. They shared a long look, the car filled with the warm weight of understanding. Then Sarah perked up, a thought occurring to her. "Oh! Speaking of Kate, when can she come over for a sleepover here?" Her mom grinned. "I think that can be arranged very soon. I'll call Kate's mom when we get home and sort out a date." "Yes!" Sarah bounced a little in excitement, her pajamas and diaper crinkling. She paused, glancing down at herself. “I do want to take this diaper off when we get home, though.” Her mom's gaze softened. "Of course, sweetie.” --- I have more planned for these characters, but that's what sequels are for, right? Although I'm still undecided calling it a sequel or continuing this story.

I have one pacifier and keep it in a plastic box to avoid it touching all the dirty junk in my desk draw. I haven't used it much since getting braces though so don't see the need to clean it although I would do if I used it more often. With my old pacifiers I usually just rinsed them under the tap.

I have one memory of going down for a nap and my mom had me in plastic pants but no diaper. I was 4 years old. By the ime I was 5 or 6, I wanted to be back in those plastic pants but there were none to be had. Whenever I saw another toddler in their wonderful puffy plastic pants it would drive me crazy that i could not be wearing them too. Of course, I wanted the whole treatment...cloth diapers, pinned on with J&J baby powder and those adorable plastic pants. Going into Woolworths in the 1950s was magical to walk down the aisle where baby items were displayed. I would be mesmerized by all the Gerber pants, diapers and assorted items for babies. It would be a long time before I was able to finally purchase plastic pants that actually fit my grown up body. They were the snap on kind ( 4 snaps to a side ) and flannel lined but I didn't care. I was in DL heaven. I'm 75 years old now and the thrill of beng diapered with my "baby pants" on is as strong today as it ever was.

So since being 24/7 for I think it’s 2 weeks it might be 3 (I’m just a baby I can’t tell time 🤣) First thing I have noticed is that I sleep a ton times better I. Wake up more rested and I usally fall asleep faster. my stress levels and mood has improved greatly and I feel better overall. im in little mode a lot more sometimes I don’t realize I’m slipping into little mode until I catch myself doing something little. however I didn’t realize just how many diapers I would go through even with boosters I ordered more diapers a few days ago and I’m thinking I should probably order one more case just to be safe lol. overall this experience has been great the mood changes alone are worth it to me but also I just love being able to wear and use my diapers all the time

I was bored today with the bad weather in my area, so I decided to go ahead and write chapter 2. Thanks again Sofia for the tip on using Google Docs and Grammarly. It helped a lot on this chapter. I edited chapter one and the format should look a lot better. I am still looking at a slow burn on the diaper content, but after this chapter, there will be plenty of medical drama for the next 5 to 10 chapters. I say 5 to 10 chapters because I am not sure how detailed I want to go with this and I am trying my best not want to jump ahead to Will in diapers and the many surprises when that happens. Chapter Two I wake up to the alarm on my phone going off. My body and head is still aching. I reach over and turn my phone alarm off and turn back over to go back to sleep. Waking up again, I roll over and look at my phone to see that it is 9:34 am. With my joints and head still hurting, I gingerly get out of bed. Slipping my phone into my sweatpants pocket and grabbing the empty glass off my nightstand, I slowly make my way to the kitchen to refill my glass in the sink. Reaching into the cabinet above my sink, I get out a bottle of Tylenol. Taking two pills out of the bottle, I knock them back with a sip of water. Hoping that the pills take care of my aches and pains, I down the rest of the glass of water. I make my way to my couch and lay down with the remote in hand. Turning on the TV, I go to my Hulu account to watch reruns of Always Sunny. Hopefully, the antics of Dennis, Frank, Charlie, Dee, and Mac will put me in a better mood. As I am about halfway through the first episode of the gang trying to solve gun control, I start to get nauseous and sleepy. Before the episode could even finish, I fell asleep. My eyes shoot open, I bolt from the couch to the bathroom and fall to my knees in front of the toilet just in time to vomit a mixture of bile, water, and the two half-digested Tylenol pills. After wiping my mouth with toilet paper and flushing the toilet, I use the vanity counter to pull myself from my knees to my feet. I rinse my mouth out and wash my hands. Before I could make it back to the couch, I got the overwhelming need to poop. I turn on my heels and make a B-line for the toilet. With my butt cheeks clenched, I yank my pants down in front of the toilet and slam my rear end on the seat. With only a few moments to spare, a packed colon's worth of mud came out of me. After sitting on the toilet for a few minutes, I decided that my bowels must be empty. I wipe, flush, then wash my hands, and make my way back to the couch. Sitting on the couch, I pull my phone out of my pocket to see what time it is. Looking at my phone I see that it is a little past noon and think to myself, ‘Crap, I was supposed to meet up with Steven after classes today to work on homework.’ Opening up my messenger app, I pull up the text conversation with Steven. I texted, “Hey man, I think I have a stomach virus or something. I did not go to class today and will not be able to meet up to work on homework. I have been talking on the big white phone most of last night and today.” I set my phone on the coffee table and lay back down on the couch. The TV is still playing episodes of Always Sunny, granted I slept through the last few episodes. I hear my phone ding and see the screen light up on the coffee table. Grabbing my phone, I see that it is a text from Steven. “No worries man, get better soon.” Setting my phone down, my eyes turn back to the TV, but my mind starts thinking about what I need to do tomorrow. I realize, that even if I feel better by tomorrow morning, it is probably best that I stay home for another day. I am scheduled to run the tutoring center tomorrow morning from 9 am to 10:45 am. I also have a calculus recitation class to teach from 11 am to 12:15 pm. Luckily, I am giving a quiz that will take up the last 45 minutes of class. It would probably be best if I go ahead and email Professor Martin Lau, the instructor of the main lecture classes so that the department could get someone to fill in for me. I get up and walk over to my desk where my backpack is leaning against one of the filing cabinets. Unzipping the compartment that holds my laptop, I pull it out and walk back over to sit on my couch. Opening up my laptop, I wait a moment for it to boot up. When the screen cuts on, I am greeted with my home screen asking for my PIN to log in. After entering my 4-digit PIN, I open up my browser to login to my university email account. Composing a new email, I enter Professor Lau’s email address and I also decide to cc Amy, the department admin on this email too, just in case. I flagged the email as urgent with the subject line being tomorrow's class and the tutoring center. In the body of the email I wrote: “Professor Lau, It seems that I have come down with a stomach virus and will not be able to work tomorrow at the tutoring center at my scheduled time. I also will not be able to teach my recitation class tomorrow at 11 am. I have planned for the first 30 minutes of class to be where students could ask questions about the current homework assignment and if they did not have any questions, I was going to review integration-by-parts during that time. For the last 45 minutes, I have a quiz for them to take that is on the previous two weeks of material. I have attached both the pdf and tex versions of the quiz to this email. -Will” After I attached the quiz files to the email, I hit send, closed my laptop, and set it on the coffee table by my phone. With my body and head still aching, I lay back down on the couch and continued to watch TV. Within 30 minutes, I fell back to sleep. I wake to my phone ringing on the coffee table. Picking up the phone, I see that it is my mom calling and that it is 5 pm. Realizing that today is Wednesday and my mom always calls me around dinner time in her time zone of Georgia on Wednesday. I answered the phone with a groggy, “Hey Mom.” In a cheery voice, she said, “ Hey Will, just calling to see how your week has been going?” I responded with, “It was going well until late last night, I have been throwing up, and my joints and head have hurt since then.” With concern in her voice, “Was it something you ate? How much fluids have you been drinking? Have you eaten anything today? What are you doing about school?” With the rapid fire of questions, I collected my thoughts and answered, “I don’t think it was something I ate. I ate a pot roast last night that I have cooked countless times with no problems. I only had one glass of water today, and I ended up vomiting later on with the Tylenol that I took. I have not eaten anything today and I have sent an email out and should be covered for tomorrow.” After answering all her questions, I hear silence on the line. After a few moments, my mom responded, “Honey, this is not good, not being able to keep down water is not good. You need to see a doctor as soon as possible. And don’t make me fly there and take you myself.” With a groan at the mention of doctors, I said, “If I don’t feel better by tomorrow morning or if I get worse, I will go to the ER.” With a slightly better tone in her voice, she said, “Please do, and try to eat something gentle on your stomach tonight with some water. Please let me know if anything changes and if you need me. Your father and I will be on the next flight out there if you need us.” “Thanks mom, I will try and eat something tonight.” My mom then said, “Call me tomorrow regardless if you feel better just to let me know that you are OK. And if anything comes up you can call me or your father, even if it is in the middle of the night.” Feeling grateful for my parents, I said, “Thanks, mom. I will talk to you tomorrow. I love you.” She responded back, “I love you too Will, remember to call me tomorrow.” Hanging up my phone, I look at the screen and see an email notification from Professor Lau. Opening up the email, I see it reads, “Don’t worry about tomorrow, we will have everything covered. Get some rest and I hope you feel better soon.” With everything taken care of tomorrow, I let out a breath of relief. I turn my attention back to the TV. and let my mind wander as I veg out to more Always Sunny. As I notice that it is starting to get dark outside, I get up and move to my kitchen to make good on my word that I would try and eat something tonight. Opening up my pantry cabinet, I began looking for something that would be light on my stomach. After looking for a few minutes, I decided on instant grits. Taking a packet out of the box and grabbing a bowl out of the cabinet, I pour the contents of the packet into the bowl. With my stomach the way it is, I use half a cup of water to mix with the grits instead of milk like I usually do. After stirring the grits and water together with a spoon, I place it in the microwave for one minute to heat up. Grabbing a clean glass from the cabinet I fill it up with water from the sink. After the microwave beeps, I take the bowl of grits out and stir it with the spoon. Taking the bowl of grits and a glass of water, I make it back to the couch. Sitting on the couch, I slowly eat the bowl of grits and sip on the glass of water. After a few minutes, all the grits are gone, along with half the glass of water. Laying back down, I continue to watch TV as my eyes get heavy and I fall asleep. I wake up and it is still dark outside. I am met with the intense need to both poop and throw up. I make a mad dash to the bathroom and launch my butt onto the toilet seat. An eruption from my bowels comes out and a moment later I am leaning over to projectile vomit into the bathtub. After dry heaving for a few minutes, I sit back up and try to catch my breath. Both my head and joints are throbbing and it takes me a few minutes to get the energy to wipe both my face and bottom with toilet paper. I slowly get up and lean over the vanity to wash my hands, rinse out my mouth, and brush my teeth. Without even thinking, I slowly make my way to my bed and collapse on top of my blanket and sheets. Moments after my head hits the pillow, I pass out. I wake up to it being light outside, my head and joints are still throbbing. Using almost all of my energy, I get out of bed and make it to the couch to look at my phone that was sitting on the coffee table from the previous night. Looking at the screen, I see that it is 8:12 am. At that moment, I reluctantly decided that I needed to go to the ER. I pull up maps and look for the closest hospital. The results show that St. Luke’s is only 4 miles away. Looking down I notice that I have been wearing the same sweats since the night before and I have not taken a shower since the morning before all this started. I get up with my phone in hand and walk into my bedroom to put it on charge. Walking into the bathroom, I turn on the water to the shower and strip my clothes off. Checking to see if the water is warm enough, I step under the water and lean against the wall of the shower. I stand under the water for a few minutes, letting the warm water run down my head and body. With some determination, I take some shampoo and quickly wash my hair and some body wash and wash my armpits, crotch, and butt. After rinsing off, I grab a towel off of the towel rack beside the shower and dry off. Stepping out of the shower with the towel around my waist, I step in front of the vanity. Taking a comb, I begin to comb my hair. As I combed my hair, I noticed something odd. I have always been able to grow a thick full beard since I was in my early twenties, but looking at my face, it looks like my beard is thinning. I also noticed that I have dark bags under my eyes. Shaking that thought from my mind, I walk into my bedroom to get dressed. Opening up my dresser, I take out another set of sweats, an old surf shop tee shirt, and a pair of boxer briefs. I slowly get dressed, trying my best not to fall over in the process due to how weak and tired I feel. I have to tie the drawstrings as tight as possible, taking note that I definitely lost some weight over the past 48 hours. I take an extra set of clothes from out of my dresser, my phone, and my charger, and walk into my living room area. I grab my backpack by my desk and empty all of its contents to pack for my hopefully short trip to the ER. I repack the bag with my laptop and charger, my extra set of clothes, and my phone charger. I slip on my shoes and sling my backpack over my shoulder. As I am putting my phone, keys, and wallet into my sweatpants pockets, I notice that my pant legs seem to bunch up around my shoes more than usual. I open the front door to my apartment and walk out into the blinding sun. Turning around, I close the door and lock it. I make my way down the catwalk to the stairwell. I take my time walking down the stairs, with one hand firmly on the railing. There is a slight fear that I may fall due to my current condition. Making my way across the parking lot to my SUV, I unlock my 4-runner with the key fob. Opening up the driver-side door, I toss my backpack onto the front passenger seat. Sitting down in the driver seat, I close my door and start up my car. Taking out my phone, I look up the directions to the parking garage next to St. Luke’s ER. With the drive being only 6 minutes, I back out of my parking spot and start my short drive. As I am pulling out of the parking lot, I think to myself that this day is going to suck.

Seventy-Five Paige was a year older than I was. She went to college with plans of being a teacher, but realized rather quickly that she just didn’t have the passion for education that she thought she did. After dropping out, she took on a few small jobs–hoping that she’d figure out what she actually wanted to do sooner than later. She didn’t. But then her sister, who wasn’t just in a band–but, apparently, a rather well-known rock band that was getting airplay on the radio–offered a room at her apartment to Paige. If, for no other reason, than to get Paige away from their parents, who nagged Paige everyday about when she was going to go back to school. For the record, I had never heard of the band her sister was in. But she played me one of their songs, and I thought it was alright. Nobody asked Paige to get a job, but she felt it was only fair that she contribute a little money towards food and internet–since she had been consuming a lot of both. Hence, the pizza delivery job. She liked horror movies, chimichangas, and reading sapphic erotica while laying in bed at night. She was currently taking a little hiatus from weed, as she feared she had been building a resistance to it–but she felt like she was just about ready to be stoned again. Her middle name was Helen. Her childhood dog was named Sam. She still had no idea what she wanted to do with her life. She sighed, taking a sip from her third pint. “...and, I guess that pretty much catches you up with who I am.” “I feel like we’re besties now,” I said, only sort-of joking. I had given her some details about myself–carefully picking and choosing the least scary details from my life to share. I told her about the complicated relationship I had with my mother–but not that she had been sent photographs of my messy diaper. I told her that I was working for a big corporation, and that I left with my boss to work for her new company–but not that I was living with her or that she kept my cock locked in a cage. I told her that I had also put my education on pause because I needed time to figure myself out–but not that ‘figuring myself out’ also entailed getting potty trained for the second time in my life. As best as I could tell, she still seemed fond of me. “And no stinky diapers?” she asked. “You’re really hoping that I poop my pants, aren’t you?” “I’m just so curious!” “Yeah, but what then?” I asked. “Then I’m wearing a really dirty diaper. Best case scenario–I have to change myself somewhere. And do I really want to change my messy diaper in a bar bathroom? I didn’t even like to piss in one before I wore diapers all the time. Worst case scenario–I have to ride the train home in said diaper. Stinking up the place.” “Okay…but you have everything you need in your diaper bag, right?” she asked, pointing to my bookbag. “Sure.” “So, if you had to change yourself before going home, there’s a lot of places you could do it besides a bar’s bathroom.” I should’ve seen where she was going with this, but my ability to pick up social cues was still pretty rusty. “I guess. But I’d still need to find a place to…” “I was talking about my place,” she said, stopping just short of rolling her eyes at me. “If you need a place to change yourself, my place isn’t that far from here.” “Oh.” It didn’t seem like a bad idea. Except… “Oh!” Going to her place was a surefire way to find myself needing to explain my chastity. And Mommy. And every other crazy part of my life that I wasn’t sure if she was ready for or not. “No pressure, of course. Just saying that it’s an option.” “Right,” I said. I didn’t want to commit to anything just yet. “I really appreciate that.” “So, obviously people know that you wear them,” she said. “But is that, like, the scene you’re in? Your friends all wear diapers too? You have, like, diaper parties?” “Diaper parties sound kind of nice,” I laughed. “Whatever those are. Yes…some of my friends wear them too.” Again, we were on the verge of going too deep into my bizarre world. I wanted to pull back a little. “That’s a good thing, though,” she said. “Right? You don’t ever feel alone in it.” “That’s true.” I supposed I had the same thought once or twice, but I didn’t think about it nearly as much as I should’ve. “I told a friend of mine,” she shrugged. “Well, he’s a friend, but he’s also more than a friend.” “A boyfriend?” “No, no. More like a…friend with benefits? A ‘no strings attached’ sort of thing.” “Ah.” I wasn’t sure how interested I should sound on that. Did I want to know if they were still enjoying their ‘benefits’ together? Was that any of my business? Really, it was a question for myself: How much do I care? I didn’t think I cared too much, honestly. My world was rife with non-standard relationships and loosely defined borders between friendships and…whatever it was when a friend changed your diaper. If anything, it was almost relieving to hear that Paige had other relationships–romantic or not–in her life. “I don’t think he cares for it much,” she shrugged. “Not everyone is going to.” “He at least heard me out. I guess that’s something.” “So he doesn’t care that you’re into it–he just doesn’t want to deal with it himself?” “Exactly.” I was curious to know what she wanted. Did she want a relationship? A partner? An actual boyfriend? Or was she just looking for a playmate while she explored her blooming kinks? I kept the questions to myself–they didn’t seem important enough yet. “So…” Her mouth extended the ‘ooo’ sound as she cautiously glanced around to make sure that we still had our little area all to ourselves. “I think I’ve got to pee.” I smirked. “Oh yeah?” “I’ve never peed in public…” “It’s not hard.” “Easy for you to say,” she laughed. “You probably do it all the time. You’re literally sitting in your own pee-pee pants right now.” I blushed–’pee-pee pants’ was still an effective way to embarass me, no matter how true it was. “So?” I shrugged. “Are you going to do it?” “I might. I just have to figure out how.” I knew that feeling. God, it felt like so long ago when I felt that way. So long ago that I was tempted to say that it never happened at all–that I was always just sure of myself in a diaper. But I knew that wasn’t true. I could remember the panic and anxiety that came with using my diapers in the office, or out of the house. It was almost cute how Paige was getting to experience that now. One day, perhaps, she’d be as natural a baby as I was. “It’s easier than you think it is. It’s more mental than physical.” She nodded. “I figured. My body doesn’t think I should be peeing if there’s something covering up my…” We both laughed, a shared juvenile giggle over how it was somehow more embarrassing to name our genitals than it was to talk about diapers. “I can do this,” she said, trying to stifle her laughter. “Just…give me a minute…” “No pressure from me,” I assured her. “Only do it if you want to. And if you can.” “I had to pee when I got here,” she said. “And then with the beer on top of that… Look, I have to pee. If I went to the restroom right now, it’d probably sound like a waterfall when I was on the toilet.” “But then you’d have to sit on a public toilet.” She shrugged. “True. See? Maybe diapers made more sense the whole time. Just think of how many germs and diseases you’ve avoided by not having to touch a public toilet.” This was actually a good point, I thought. “People can criticize me for wearing dirty diapers, but maybe I’m actually in better shape than they are.” “In the future, we’ll all be wearing diapers to avoid butt-germs. You’ll be seen as a trendsetter.” “I wouldn’t go that far…” “Oh!” she suddenly exclaimed, her eyes large. “I…I think I’m about to…” I couldn’t help but squirm in my own soggy diaper a little as I watched relief wash over her face. I couldn’t see it. I couldn’t hear it. But I knew it was happening, and that was absolutely thrilling for me. She wasn’t just wetting herself–she was wetting herself in public for the first time. “Oh wow,” she said quietly. “That’s a fucking rush, huh?” I wanted to tell her that she was only at the very tip of the iceberg–but maybe that was a discovery that she’d have to make for herself. “Feels good, huh?” I asked. She nodded. “Uh huh. But, like, on multiple levels. There’s the feeling of the diaper itself and then there’s the feeling I have of sitting here while the rest of this bar is oblivious to what I just did.” “It’s a good feeling,” I smiled. “It’s a fucking drug is what it is,” she laughed. “If it feels like this everytime, I can see why you just don’t ever take them off.” She was right, I supposed. Of course, like any drug, you’d eventually adapt to the dosage you were taking and needed more. And now look at me–to get that dopamine hit now, I had to almost-literally become a baby. “What now?” she asked. I shrugged. “Now? Just try not to leak, I guess. And don’t get a diaper rash.” She held a hand up to her mouth as she giggled. “Have you ever…had a diaper rash?” “Once or twice.” Honestly, it was probably more than that, but for whatever reason, I felt the need to downplay it a little. What I really wanted to tell her was that diaper rash was inevitable–but, again, it felt best to let her figure that out for herself. “I feel like I’m swimming in this thing.” “It’s a nice feeling, right?” “It’s so warm!” “It won’t stay that way forever,” I said. “Enjoy that warmth while you can.” “Thank you,” she said. “F-for what? You’re the one who wet your pants. Not me.” She laughed. “No, silly. Thank you for being here. Thank you for talking to me. Thank you for–I don’t know–introducing me to this crazy world you live in. You’ve been so open about it all. I don’t think I’d have been as comfortable exploring these interests for myself if you hadn’t been. You’re like my, uh, diaper-guru.” Nobody had ever called me that before–maybe nobody in the history of the world had ever been called that. “Uh, thanks.” “What now, guru? What’s the next step in my padded becoming?” “One thing at a time, my…padawan.” She blinked her eyes and offered a friendly smile, but the pun seemed to have gone over her head. “Star Wars?” “What about it?” “Never mind…” “So, like, have you ever had your diaper changed by someone else?” Paige asked, her voice getting a little more hushed again. She had slid her seat a little closer to mine so that our knees were touching. The temptation was strong to just laugh in her face and declare that a rarer occurrence would be me changing my own diaper. “Y-yeah, it’s happened before.” “What is that like? That’s got to be a real trip too, huh?” This was, still, a pretty easy question to answer. Because, regardless of how many times my diapers were changed, it was still an experience I cherished. “It’s the best. Like…it might just be my favorite thing.” Her cheeks were a little more pink now, with a sheepish grin between them. Her eyes looked at me hungrily, like she wanted much more of me than she thought she could ask for. “I think I’d like to experience that.” It seemed clear what she was actually saying: ‘Come back to my place. Change my diaper. I’ll change yours.’ I regretted, now, hyping up diaper changes like that. As badly as I wanted to go to her place, it just felt like a bad idea. Things would spiral out of control–like they always did. I’d be left with my chastity exposed, and having to explain a lot to her. What was I supposed to do, then? Cut the night short and leave before things could escalate any further? Tell her, flat out, that I wasn’t going to go back to her apartment tonight? Feign an emergency so that I could leave without having to explain myself? No, I didn’t do any of that. Instead, I found myself saying: “Well…if you need some help changing yourself…” “Yes,” she spat out before I could even finish my sentence. “I’d really like that.” You fool. “Did you, uhm, want to go and…” “Yes,” she said, again cutting me off. “Let’s go back to my place.” “Well…” “Are you okay with that?” she asked. I could’ve said no. She was literally giving me the opportunity I wanted to decline. But I just couldn’t bring myself to say it. I didn’t want to shut down her enthusiasm. And, selfishly, there was a part of me that wanted to go too–even if I knew it was a bad idea. “I’m okay with that.” “Good,” she said. “Let’s go.” We finished our drinks, settled our tabs, gathered our things, and made our exit from the bar. I was about a pace behind her, giving her the lead to direct me to her apartment. I was still well aware of how bad of an idea this was, of course–it was all I could think about. My stream of thought at this moment was just a barrage of “I shouldn’t be doing this. Why am I doing this? What am I going to do? What am I going to say? Is it too late to bail? Can I tell her I changed my mind?” It was at this moment that I felt a cramp in my abdomen. I knew what that usually meant–my diaper would soon be getting heavier. I recognized this as the reality check that I needed–the reminder that I was better off not going to her house tonight. No, this is good. I thought that I could consider this part of my potty training. I’d managed to make it twenty-something years without pooping my pants. I could do this. I could make it through the night without humiliating myself in a messy diaper. I can do this. I said it to myself again, just to reiterate its importance: I can do this. “Do you know this area?” Paige asked, seemingly oblivious to my internal conflict. “I think so. We’re not too far from where I used to live, right?” “Yeah,” she said. “Your apartment would be, like, three or four blocks down that way.” “And how far are you from here?” “I’m right there,” she said, pointing to the building across the street. “Wow. Not that far away.” The words almost didn’t mean anything now. I wasn’t living at my old apartment anymore, so it didn’t even matter if she was actually my next-door neighbor. “What do you say?” she asked. “Want to come in?” “Let’s do it,” I replied, smiling. I felt another pang of discomfort in my bowels. I can do this. I can do this. It was an older building–most of them in this part of the city were–but at least it looked like the owners had been keeping up with the maintenance. The carpets looked new and the walls freshly painted. Even the vibrant white light seemed to make a huge difference–whereas the yellowed lighting of my old building seemed to age everything by a decade or so. I followed Paige up the steps, she was about a step or two ahead of me. It was here that I smelled it–the all-too-familiar scent of wet diapers. I may have been smelling my own diaper, but I somehow knew it was hers–as if I could just tell that I was stepping into the little clouds of pee-scent that she left behind her. I found it exhilarating. Intoxicating. I wanted nothing more than to open her diaper and stick my face into it. Control yourself. “Oh, sorry,” she said, somewhere around the third floor. “There is an elevator. But it’s kind of small and scary, so I don’t use it.” “Oh,” I said. “Uh, no worries. This is good exercise.” And it was, except for the fact that every single step was jostling my innards and making my need to poop even more urgent. I can do this. “But don’t worry. I’m on the next floor.” “Good,” I gasped, running out of breath. My toddler lifestyle didn't include much exercise. I had managed to avoid putting on much weight, but I was still pretty out of shape. By the time we were walking through the front door of her apartment, I felt like a walking disaster. My wet diaper was sagging considerably. I was breathing heavily. The scent of Paige’s diaper had me ridiculously horny, despite my cage turning that sensation into discomfort. My bowels felt like they were holding on for dear life. A week ago, I’d have already lost control and filled up the back of my diaper–so I supposed I should be thankful for having as much control as I did. “Okay,” she said to me, closing the door. “So…I have to finish what I started.” “How so?” “Like I said,” she shrugged. “I had to pee before I even got to the bar. And then all the beer on top of that? I’m about to burst again.” “Better out than in,” I said, hoping that I wasn’t giving my bowels any ideas. She didn’t seem to have any issues with using her diaper now. Understandably so, I supposed, as we were in her home and there weren’t strangers around us. Still, she surprised me with just how quickly she let it all go. Within a moment, I could hear the sound of her stream further swelling her diaper. Her eyes were closed, and I watched as her cheeks got a little rosier. “Ohhhh…fuck,” she muttered as she released. “Jesus, that feels good.” Then, she opened her eyes when she finished, finally remembering that I was still there and watching her. “Uhm…sorry you had to hear that.” I laughed, shaking my head. “Don’t worry about it. Believe me, I’ve had that experience plenty of times.” “Can I get you anything?” she asked. “Water? Beer?” “That seems dangerous,” I said. “My diaper is already pretty wet, and…” “Well, you’ve got extra in your bag, right? What’s the big deal?” “Y-yeah, I guess you’re right,” I said. I can do this. “Well, I’m going to get another drink,” she said, pivoting to head into her kitchen. “Do you want something?” “Maybe,” I replied, looking around as I just blindly followed her. Though it was technically her sister’s apartment, it was still a pretty impressive place. It reminded me a bit of Megan’s–though that felt like forever ago now. I wasn’t sure what to expect from the living space of a musician, but the aesthetic seemed surprisingly clean and modern. There were book shelves, record collections, and stereo equipment lining the walls, but all of them seemed well arranged and organized. “This is a beautiful place,” I said. “Well, I can’t take much credit for it. I’m not, like, the cleanest person in the world. So I have to set reminders in my phone to clean this place up so it doesn’t get out of control. If my sister came home and found this place trashed, she’d probably throw me out the window.” “It looks pretty clean to me.” “Today it does,” she shrugged. “You don’t know it yet, but you’ll see. I’m a slacker. A slob. I can get pretty lazy. Honestly, the more I think about it, the more diapers just feel right for me. Like, nothing in the world sounds better to me than getting high as fuck and just sitting in one spot on the couch all day–pooping my pants because I can’t be bothered going to the bathroom.” I laughed. As Mommy’s little baby, I think I had inadvertently lived out that exact fantasy. “I certainly get the appeal of that.” She opened a bottle of beer, holding up a second and pointing it in my direction. I couldn’t say no to her, so I nodded and took the bottle from her hand. “What do you think?” she asked, headed out of the kitchen and back to the living room with her beer. “Maybe we’ll just chill on the couch for a little bit? Later we’ll, uh, do some diaper changes?” That absolutely could not happen. I didn’t want her to see my chastity. Not yet. Hopefully, not ever. Still, I couldn’t help myself from sounding amenable: “Sure. Sounds good to me.” Really, I was just buying myself time to figure out how I’d get out of this. My bowels, meanwhile, were continuing to hold on for dear life. Maybe, gods willing, I could make it through my time at Paige’s without filling my diaper with a stinky mass. But there was no way that I’d be coming home with a clean diaper. I’d have to figure out what to do about that, too. I can do this. I sat down on the couch first, positioning myself towards the end of it so that Paige had all the space to sit with however much distance she wanted between us. But she sat down right next to me–so close that she came incredibly close to just parking her diapered butt on my lap. “Comfy?” she asked. I nodded. “Very.” It wasn’t a lie, I liked having her warm body so close to mine. “Hey, can I ask you something?” “Of course,” I said. “Would it be weird if, like, two babies kissed?” “N-no,” I said. “I don’t think so.” I knew what was coming next, and I made no effort to stop it. She leaned in closer, her hand guiding my face towards hers until our lips pressed together. I was immediately transported to somewhere else. We were in a park now, and it was very late at night. It was Ava’s lips that I was kissing, and it was her hand that was slowly sliding up my thigh towards my diaper. It was Ava’s breast that my hand was cupping, gently squeezing at. I almost said her name aloud. I was glad I didn’t, because I opened my eyes long enough to see that it was Paige’s breast I was squeezing. Paige’s hand that was just about on my crotch. “C-can you excuse me for a minute?” “Oh,” Paige said, her entire body receding from mine. “Of course. Everything okay?” “I…uhm… May I use your bathroom for a moment?” There was a little pause–a moment where I was pretty sure she wanted to make some snarky comment about how I was already wearing my bathroom. Thankfully, the moment seemed to pass quickly, and there was a look of concern on her face as she pointed towards the hallway. “Over there. Second door on the left.” “Thank you.” “Are you okay?” she asked again. “I just, uh… I’ll be right back.” I had no idea what I was doing, and I had no idea what I’d do or say when I came back to the living room either. ‘Sorry about that. Just got overwhelmed while thinking about another girl who I thought I was starting to get over, but as it turns out…I’m still pretty crazy about.’ Yeah, I probably wasn’t going to say that. In the bathroom, I splashed some water on my face. A sharp cramp coursed through my abdomen. I needed to go, and it was quickly getting to the point where my sphincter was just going to give out. I looked down at her toilet. I probably wasn’t going to get out of this bathroom without losing control of myself. And so the only real question was: where would I be when I did? Standing here, letting the back of my diaper fill up? Or would I be sitting on the toilet? It was a test, it seemed. How badly did I want to be an adult?

Me too. I've never really cared for plastic pants all that much either. I love plastic backed disposable diapers. I grew up with those, so I'm a huge fan of them. I always loved how they would crinkle with every movement I would make when I was little.

Why did you get braces little ashy? Big hugs. Missed you!🤗♥️

Yeah I have the same feeling I can’t believe how heavy diapers are all bagged up

i have loved plastic pants for as long as i can remember. i had a friend who was a bed wetter into his teenage years and wore the snap on plastic pants that had a snap in liner i think they came from sears. i found his stash by accident. i used to drive to medical stores far from my home in search for salks pro 450 snapon plastic pants that came in a box. in a medical supply store a women asked me what she could help me find i asked her for snapon plastic pants for my grandfather she pulled them out and said i think they should fit you. do you think she knew they were for me?

Not everyone may be so fortunate to spend all day or even a "significant" portion of the day as themselves ordinarily so being able to spend several days one after the other is a most wonderful thing even if when out we need to show a bit of discreteness when out with all the *everybodies" sharing open space. Thanks for writing about it.

I get a couple chances each year to go 24/7 for a week, or very close to it. Last time was this past August when I took a solo vacation and drove to Pennsylvania. I was diapered from the time I left home Sunday morning at 8am until I got back home about 5pm Friday afternoon. No exceptions. Went everywhere in disposable diapers, plastic pants, onesie and shorts (except dress pants and dress shirt over my diapers one evening at a fancy restaurant). No messing, only wetting and never once peed in a toilet except when sitting on it to poo. I think that vacations are the most fun because instead of just going around your house all day in diapers, you are out seeing all the sites, museums and everything, just going about a normal day diapered and not having to worry about finding rest rooms or stopping along the way to find a rest area. My shorts may have looked a bit bulky but with the onesie and all, it was still discreet. Besides, if someone who sees me may wonder a bit that my shorts may look a bit bulky, who cares what a total stranger out of state who I don't know and will probably never see again in my life thinks.

Funny, it wasn't until I was probably in my late teens or early 20's that I discovered the Sears catalog had adult cloth diapers and waterproof pants. I never ever thought there would be plastic pants sized for adults. It wouldn't have done me any good anyway because as a teen there was no way I could order them even if I had the money. I do remember around age 12 or 13 going to K-mart. They had a free standing shelf by the pet area that had diapers and plastic pants and they had one peg hook that had the biggest pair of plastic pants I had ever seen in my life! They were called "Super Size". They could easily fit a 200+ pound person and I wondered who would have a baby that big (longing for a pair of them for myself). Of course, later in life (before I even learned about AB/DL), I realized there were teens that probably still wet the bed, and even later adults that might need them for the same reason. I wasn't thinking old people, mental incapacity or incontinence, just some who may still wet the bed. Naturally, you wouldn't expect them to be in the Men's wear department next to the boxer shorts or tighty whities, this being the early 1970's, but I'm sure those who needed a size that huge would know where to find them in the store. All these years later when AB/DL is so prevalent, I wonder what those teens felt like when their mothers went and picked those super sized plastic pants off of the BABY rack! Same for the adults who needed them! This was years before home computers and the internet so there wasn't many options for buying adult sized plastic pants. Makes me think an adult bedwetter or one who has continent issues may have got a bit of a start on AB/DL from having to buy their adult sized plastic pants from the baby department at K-mart.

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. 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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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People go too far these days.

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?

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My bin goes out every week, with enough diapers to add significant weight to it. Fortunately, the garbage folks have an automatic hydraulic lift that picks up each bin and dumps it. The garbage dude never knows how heavy my bin gets.

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.”

I was a champion bedwetter as a kid, but I never really wet my pants during the day, after I was maybe 3 or 4 - it was strictly a nighttime issue for me. Exceptions would be when I fell asleep during daytime hours, usually in the car, but that still pretty much counts as sleep-wetting, if not "bedwetting", strictly speaking. I also sometimes would wet my diaper, when I was awake, if I still had it on, just out of convenience - if I got up in the morning, didn't immediately take my diaper off, and then went downstairs to watch Saturday morning cartoons, for example, but those instances weren't "accidents", unlike when I wet while I was sleeping, which was pretty much never deliberate.

I’m beginning to think the Magician is a bit of a misogynist. Surely, there are some obnoxious males in that society who could use an education.

My morning NS white MegaMax diaper is wet and now messy. I woke up wet and messed my diaper while checking emails on my phone while in the kitchen. Now that I am sitting here with a warm, lumpy squishy poopy in my diaper and a hot cup of coffee, I am having a simple joyful morning.

"pretty much every emergency management agency in the path is on high alert," Probably expecting to deal with crowds.

So did I. I had the same thing at age 4 in the store, my mom would grab the blue and white box and I would get scared, but I was still in cloth training pants and only had to wear plastic pants at night or naps. One of the times we were in the checkout and the the lady checking us out held up the plastic pants box and said to me are these for you? I did not say a word, but when we were just leaving my mom said said come on lets go home and try on your new plastic pants.

Just squat a little bit like did growing up - always feels naughty pooing in my underpants or nappies - certainly got into trouble when I did it growing up - parents were ok with wetting as I was often caught short, but parents thought I should hold my poo and use the toilet

That sounds crazy! But it does sound like the good basis to write an "ABDL" story around

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I think the fact that she seems to go out of her way to humiliate Zach in front of strangers is definitely a character flaw. Add in the fact that she is basically blackmailing him with using his sisters underwear and has turned a bedwetting problem into full blown incontinence. It is hard to find many redeeming qualities to me. Of course this makes a great character in the story!

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

An absolutely lovely start! Great dynamic between mommy and baby. I look forward to seeing Jerry interact with other babies at the daycare!

I have read that even though we do not have memories from being a baby, we do have emotional memories that can shape who we become later in life. That being said, I think there could have been a few factors that could have affected me. I was born very premature, 2lbs 1oz, and spent the first 2 months of my life in the NICU. Because of this, I was never breastfeed and looked like a newborn until I was 6 months old. Even though my parents visited me every day, I was not able to have skin to skin contact as a newborn due to risk of infection. All the pictures of my parents holding me in the hospital, they were wearing those gowns over there clothes. One of my earliest memories was when I was a little over 2 1/2 years old. My mom dropped me off at a daycare for a few hours as a part of a mommy's day out program to help me socialize. At the time I was barely verbal and didn't know how to really communicate yet. I remember my mom dropped me off and being very nervous. I remember one of the daycare workers changing my diaper. I didn't realize until later in life that was what she was doing. I just remembered l was laying down on a table and looking up at this new women as she was focused on my lower half. Then I remembered standing in the back of the room waiting on my mom to pick me up. I remember all the regular daycare toddlers were laying on mats in the middle of the room taking naps. My family didn't believe me until I told them which room that I was dropped off at, last room on the left, and was able to describe the daycare worker, middle age black lady. I also was late to potty train too. I was nearly 4 years old before I was daytime trained. I didn't realize until my parents told me that that was the reason that I didn't go to 3K preschool. I do remember going to 4K and this was at the same daycare/preschool from my earliest memory. Even though I was developmentally delayed as a toddler, it didn't hold me back from leaning other skills at an early age. I learned how to swim and ride a bike without training wheels at the age of 4. I also was a bedwetter until I was 14. I don't know exactly when my parents stop putting me in diapers/pull-ups at night, but do remember having to deal with wets sheets all the time around 7 onward. I also remember being shamed and told I was lazy by my dad starting around 11 for wetting the bed. He would also threaten to put me back in diapers. I was really scared of that, even though at the time that is when I began to want to wear diapers. That is probably why I tried to suppress my abdl desires for most of my life, because it is tied to memories of shame. I think my dad was upset with me during that time was because he was a bedwetter too, until he was 12. Knowing his parents, he was probably shamed too.

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

Chapter 30: Red Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess All I saw was red. I didn’t have Charlie to hold me back or tell me to just drop it. I didn’t have my friends nearby. Malcolm was in the audience, but he wasn’t quick enough to stop me from doing something very, very stupid. Pouncing on Chris, I started flailing about, hitting him as hard as I could, wherever I could, as he lay there on the floor, screaming for help. I didn’t care. He… he caused what happened to Charlie. He… the head of LIBRA… was the corruption all along. He is the one pulling the strings like some fucking evil genius… and for what end? What could be worth putting my fucking wife in a fucking coma? I heard security rush the stage and all the press snapping pictures left and right, most likely trying to get the perfect picture that showed just what littles are capable of and why they should be regressed and kept as infants. But I didn’t care. This man… this monster… he hurt my Charlie, and I would make him pay. Clawing at his face, trying to hurt him as much as he hurt Charlie… I felt a hand grab my arm and pull me off, holding me back. One security guard held me back whilst the others around us rushed to Chris to see if he was okay. One guard was all that was needed with me being a little, as our security are all Amazons. “LET ME AT HIM! HE HURT CHARLIE! HE HYPNOTISED HER AND PUT HER IN A FUCKING COMA!” I screamed, making sure everyone heard me. “OLIVIA! OLIVIA!” I heard the press call out. “WHAT IS THIS ABOUT HYPNOSIS? AMAZONS CAN’T BE HYPNOTISED LIKE LITTLES CAN. WHY WOULD YOU MAKE SUCH ACCUSATIONS?” They shouted, trying to ask their questions over the chaos that was happening around us. I struggled against the tight grip of the Amazon security guard clad in black gear, but his strength far surpassed my own. So I focused my attention on the members of the press trying to squeeze over to get closer to me for a comment. “LIBRA has technology… technology that can be used on Amazons! It can regress any of you just like it can any other little!” I wish they could have heard me speak the truth. I wish they had heard what I had to say, but the ensuing chaos surrounding us meant that my quiet voice was inaudible and my message was lost. “Call an ambulance. Don’t bother with the police. I already have their permission for this.” I heard a familiar voice taking charge of the situation, before one of the crowd surrounding Chris stood up straight and looked directly at me. The Deputy Prime Minister. Rachel Brackenstone. Of course she was here. Brunette hair down to her shoulders, thick rimmed glasses perched on the tip of her nose, wrinkles adorning her very toned face… she looked good for her age, honestly. And as usual, she was wearing one of her very conservative dresses, never opting for a suit or even a blazer. She was the epitome of femininity. To me… she always reminded me of an old librarian. She was always in the background, keeping quiet, as the PM turned against littles and focused entirely on preserving the status quo. She had always been against little’s rights, but she was mostly harmless before the election. She always appeared to be very much on the fence, hence why I had decided to run for their party. But then we won, and just like the others… she showed her true colours. Always talking down to me, demeaning me, treating me like a child… she was just as bad as the rest of them. And here she was… looking at me with the creepiest grin on her face. “Oh Olivia… you overstepped this time.” She said, walking over to where the security guard held me. “Mrs Brackenstone…” A reporter called out. “Will your party punish this little girl for her crime?” She turned to the reporter and put on that innocent, sweet smile of hers she saves for the cameras. “Miss Clarke should be punished for her crime, just like any criminal. But I also believe that sometimes… little’s just aren’t raised properly. So I’ll make sure she is re-raised to be a good little baby…” My heart sank. “Does this mean what I think it means? Are you…?” A reporter asked her. “Adopting Miss Clarke? Absolutely.” “YOU CAN’T DO THIS!” I screamed. “LEGALLY I’M… MMPHHHH!” Before I could finish my sentence, a dummy gag was inserted into my mouth and quickly inflated, preventing me from speaking. “You broke the law and attacked someone, showing that you are clearly unable to be a grown up. And yes, whilst your marriage would mean that Charlie would become your Mummy… she’s currently in a coma, correct?” “Miss Williams really is in a coma?” Another reporter asked. “So with no Mummy to take care of you… I’ve decided I will take the role and adopt you myself.” Rachel turned and grinned at me. I struggled as hard as I could, trying my best to free myself, but this guard’s grip was not going to give way any time soon. “Mrs Brackenstone…” The PM’s advisor rushed up to her. “We’ve got it handled here. Ambulance is on its way, Chris will make it with just a few facial scars. If you want to take little Livie here, and get her adopted before…” “Before her little Judge friend turns up… yes, good idea. Let’s go get you legally adopted, shall we?” Rachel said, turning to me. I gulped as she indicated to the guard to follow her. ------------------------------------------------------------- We pulled up outside the nearest adoption centre, and my nerves were completely shot. I was powerless to resist any of this, not only due to their Amazon strength compared to my own, but also by the restraints they had put me in… …As if they knew they’d be needed. “Jeffrey, Marshall… wait outside the car for a minute, then you can help carry her in.” She told the security escorts who drove us here. Both well-built, sharply dressed men got out of the car, closed the doors and waited at the front of the car, leaving the Deputy Prime Minister and myself in the car, with me safely strapped into a car seat, unable to move, unable to speak… unable to do anything right now. “I’m sure you have a million questions right now. And you’re a clever little girl… I’m sure you worked out that this was all planned. You’ve been getting too big for your nappies lately… and needed knocking down a peg. Once we heard that Chris had the technology to hypnotise Amazons, I had this perfect idea to make Charlotte Williams… just like the rest of us Amazons. Or at least the few who still believe in how things should be. You did a great job at swaying the public, as a large amount of the population are actually siding with your silly little beliefs that littles are equal to Amazons. But don’t worry, once they see you being paraded about in your thick lil nappies and shitting yourself on stage… no one will believe that anymore.” I screamed at her, but most of it was muffled by the dummy. “I don’t know how you got yourself free of the hypnosis, as we programmed Charlie to want to hypnotise you. But believe me… I’ll make sure it sticks this time. You’ll be latched onto my tit, shitting yourself, and looking adorable. And there’s nothing that wife of yours can do.” I sighed, knowing she was right… that there was literally nothing I could do right now to save myself, especially with Charlie out of it. It meant that legally… I think this bitch can actually adopt me. Even if Charlie wakes up… it may be too late at that point. “So we’re going to go in, fill out a few forms, get you chipped and tagged, then you’ll be coming home with me. Then tomorrow… we’ll have another press event where I tell the country that you have been stripped of your position as both a member of Parliament… AND as a big girl. And that you’ll be going to the House of Commons… in a stroller. Does that sound good, babygirl? And if you’re well behaved… I won’t get you renamed whilst I’m here. Though I think you should at least take my last name, if you’re going to be my daughter.” I wanted to be sick. This… this was… I needed my wife. I needed Charlie. I didn’t know what to do… I felt so lost right now. Rachel signalled to the escorts, who walked over and opened both back doors. Whilst one helped my soon-to-be-Mummy out of her side, the other lifted the whole car seat out of the back using the carry handle, and carried me behind the Deputy PM into the adoption centre. ----------------------- “Name?” The adoption centre manager asked my kidnapper. Wearing a polo-shirt with the company logo on it, with her blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail… she just looked… normal. As if she didn’t ruin little’s lives every day by giving them away to Amazons. “Mrs Rachel Brackenstone.” Rachel replied, positioning me carefully on the counter. “Occupation?” “Deputy Prime Minister.” “Wait… I thought you looked familiar!” The manager laughed. “Reason for adoption? Sorry, I need to ask, it’s on the form.” “Little assaulted someone. I’m re-raising her in response. If she’ll ever even get that far…” “This little kid assaulted someone?” “Don’t think she’s an innocent little baby. She’s vicious. Don’t let her out of the carrier.” Rachel warned. “Thank you for informing us. We’ll keep her in it for the health checkup. Now… What is her name?” “Olivia Clarke. Though I’d like to change it to Olivia Brackenstone, please.” “Are you married?” “Yes. My husband will be so happy he’s finally a Daddy!” ‘A… Daddy? Please… no…’ “His name?” The adoption centre manager asked. “Neil Brackenstone.” “Occupation?” “He’s on the board for this place.” “He is? Oh wow…” The Manager responded, shocked by this information. Honestly… so was I. I didn’t know just how corrupt and anti-little my party was. I just believed whatever Chris told me. And it’s clear now that he had his own agenda, and wasn’t wanting to improve the lives of littles at all. “How long will this take? I need to get home soon.” Rachel said, sighing. “If you’d like to fill in this form… I’ll take little Olivia here into the back for a quick checkup and get her processed. Would you like any…” “Chipped with tracking, please.” Rachel said, cutting her off. “Right-o… okay little Livie… let’s get you looked over for your new Mummy…” The Manager said, gripping the handle of my carrier and lifting me off the counter. I was carried off into the backroom, where a clinical table stood in the middle, surrounded by the usual cabinets you’d see in a Doctor’s examination room. And I knew just what this ‘checkup’ would entail. I’d have every orifice checked, my heartrate taken, everything. It would be invasive and disgusting and dehumanising. And I dreaded it so much right now, my heart racing as she settled me down on top of the examination table. “Your new Mummy says you’re going to be a handful… so we’ll have to be very careful with you, won’t we, sweetheart? But don’t worry, I’ll try to make it as painless as possible. And then when you’re chipped and tracked… your Mummy will never lose you! Now… let’s just do a quick scan for existing nanites, as your Mummy may want to get you adapted in the future, and she’ll need to know beforehand if there are already nanites in you. You silly littles pick them up so easily from all sorts of places!” The Manager brought a scanner over my body, which instantly gave off signals. “Oh… you do! Let’s see what they’re there for, shall we?” She pressed a few keys on the keyboard under the table before I heard screeching sounds coming from under me. “What the fuck? What the hell caused my computer to do that?” She cried out and stepped back in shock. I laughed behind the dummy, knowing full well that Faith must have added a few features to my nanites in that latest patch. Features I’d no doubt have to ask for details about if I ever get out of this predicament, but right now I just appreciated that I seemed to have some defence against this woman trying to process my adoption. “Fine. We’ll do it the old fashioned way without a scan. I’ll just note it as ‘has existing unknown nanites’. Now for… wait, what’s that noise?” I had no idea what she was talking about as she stopped completely in her tracks, listening for a non-existe… *thump* ‘Wait… no… I hear it…’ *thump* “What is that? It sounds like it's coming from outside…” She said, putting down her pen. *thump* A smashing sound echoed through the building as the door opened quickly and three people clambered in, hastily closing the door behind them. The Deputy PM looked terrified as she rushed over to the table, whilst her escorts barricaded the door with their backs. “What’s going on?” The Manager asked Rachel, a slight hint of panic in her voice. And with her own panicked voice and a terrified expression on her face, Rachel looked at me. “They’re here… for her.” ======================================================= If you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! (Sorry for the reminder again, trying to get my subscribers back after the Patreon rubbish!) 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I wll be leaving this coming Monday for surgery to remove a polyp in my gut that could not be successfully burned. It is not malignant at this time and would not be for 3 to 5 years. Because of a 30 lb lifting weight restriction, I will spend some time where I will be cared for until that restriction is no longer in force. From what I have been dold, about a month. I should be back in late March or early April at the latetest

Take care of your self We will be here when you come back

I’ve been doing it since 12 yrs old. I would wet the bed and masturbate in it. I would also go and find a private spot and poop in my pants or diaper and masturbate then too. I still love doing it!

Chapter Fifteen Kione and Angela hurried to the center of the valley and joined the gathering group of Candies as they encircled the door. Kione pushed her way to the front, unnaturally assertive for her, and gazed upon the frame clad in children’s drawings. Over the top of them, a name was written in beautiful golden letters: Laura. What did that even mean? Kione tried her best to remember if she'd met a Laura… Murmurs were erupting through the crowd, growing so loud that it drowned out Kione's own thoughts. She finally managed to shove herself out of the horde of diapered adults and nearly bumped right into Robin. Angela was nowhere to be found. "What's, uh... what's going on?" Kione asked, a little winded from the mosh pit. "Why is there a name on the door?" "They've been chosen to go through the Ever After Door," Robin answered with all the excitement of a six year old on Christmas morning. To her, it seemed like the most spectacular thing that could happen in the entire world. Unfortunately, that answer didn't help Kione in the slightest. "Through it?" Kione remembered the one time she tried to do that. Was this going to be different? What did it mean to be chosen? Kione shook her head. "I don't understand. Why them?” "She's been good. She did everything right, and walked in the light of the Priestess. And now she gets to go through the Ever After Door to be with her!" Robin was practically bouncing in place. "Oh." Kione didn't feel jealous. She thought she would. But she wasn't happy either. Actually, she was curious. The Ever After Door... The crowd wasn't parting anytime soon. Kione waited around, watching dozens of people say their goodbyes to what looked like a pretty young woman in yellow, cheeks warm with happiness. Casa hugged her tight; he looked so happy. Proud of her, maybe? She kept crying, but she couldn't stop smiling either. Such unbridled joy... For some reason, everyone was waiting around. Maybe the door didn't open until a certain time, but the dinner bell was bound to ring soon. The sun was low in the sky, but it hadn't quite changed the color of the day from the beautiful blue to calming orange. Kione couldn't help but wonder what the sky looked like to Laura. Was it even more beautiful? Was it even more blue? Or was it a color no one had ever heard of? Was it something new and magical? It was nearly sundown and the dinner bell hadn't rung, but Laura was standing by the door and everyone had grown somber. The air was sickeningly quiet. It was like a moment in a horror movie, when Kione expected something to jump out and kill someone. But that didn't happen. Laura stepped into the flowerbed and went up to the door, still printed with her name on it. She waved one final time at the Bananas and turned the handle. The inside was white; Kione could see that clearly. Pure white, too bright to see the edges of the room, if there were any. And then, behind her, the door closed and the dinner bell rang. Everyone shuffled up the hill to the Chapel, but Kione didn't. She stood there, staring at the door. She stood long after the sun had gone down and everyone else was hurrying toward their forts. "It's bedtime," Zee said, passing Kione on the blacktop. Zee was still in charge of Kione, but they could tell by the look in her eyes that Kione needed a moment. "Hurry back, okay?" "Kay," Kione answered. The next person to approach Kione - well into the night - was Angela. "What are you thinking?" she asked. Kione processed that question for a bit too long before turning away from the door for the first time in hours. She looked at her new older friend with a smile. "I think I'm going to leave," Kione told her. "Through there?" Angela asked, nodding toward the Ever After Door. "It has to go somewhere," she said, never taking her eyes off it. There was an unusual confidence about Kione and Angela knew that she was serious. Angela smiled a kinda lopsided smiled: bittersweet, resigning herself to the fate of invisibility and solitude. But at the same time, she knew that this wasn’t her story. Angela was just a woman who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now she would be in the wrong place for a long time. Kione, though? Kione had a lot left to do. "I'm going to miss you," Angela said. "I'll miss you too," Kione smiled. She wanted to stay and talk to Angela a lot longer, but she knew if she backed down now she might lose her nerve. "Don't forget me?" Angela asked. She had hope in her eyes. "I wont," Kione said. "Promise." Kione stepped forward into the flower patch. The last time she did this, the world fell apart around her. She was trapped in a manifested Hell for days. But this time, that wouldn't happen. She was sure of it. This door went somewhere; she saw it with her own eyes. But more importantly, she saw that girl's face. Confidence. She knew this door would take her somewhere else. It wasn't the Priestess who had the power; it was her. That girl's faith opened the door to somewhere else. Kione's faith could do it too. Not faith in the Priestess, but faith in herself. Reality didn't work for the Academy anymore; now it worked for Kione. She twisted the doorknob and stepped through without pausing. She knew where she would wind up. A white room. The door behind her was gone. All the doors were gone. No, all rooms had an exit. So Kione walked forward until she found one, and eventually she did. She pushed open the white door and found herself in an empty hallway. Doors everywhere. Kione saw an exit sign at the end of the hall. She took one step toward it, but had a feeling: escaping wouldn’t work. They would find her. They had before, didn't they? Last time she escaped? Or was she making that up? Kione shook her head and turned away from the exit. The only place they wouldn't expect her to be was here. Kione didn't run into any guards. Maybe it was because it was the middle of the night. Maybe there weren't guards in the first place. Maybe Kione's assurance as she walked forward, confident in no one stopping her, had something to do with it. Kione paused in front of a door. It had a keypad lock. A keypad lock? Kione stepped up to it and punched in a few numbers. That man used those numbers. The one from the pink room. She didn't remember him doing it, but she was sure he did. Sure enough, the door clicked open and Kione walked into the large circular room with a lot of computers. They were running loudly, fans spinning at full blast, almost drowning out Kione's thoughts. In the center of the room was a computer terminal and a rotary phone. For the first time since stepping through the Ever After Door, Kione paused. She looked at the phone. That wasn't familiar. Why would there be a phone like this? And the computers... Kione was never very good with computers, but they looked old even to her. Dozens of them. How long had they been building this facility? Kione stepped up to the phone and picked it up. She dialed 0. "This is an automated voice message system," the phone said back to Kione as she held the receiver to her ear. "Please enter your Candy's number." Kione looked down at the rotary dial and bit her lip in thought. What was the point of this phone? Why was the operator automated? Could they trace this call? Would they find her here? Was it a trap, or was it a test? But in the pit of Kione's stomach, she knew none of that was important. Her entire life, Kione had blended in with the crowd. She had stayed quiet and calm. She never let anyone worry about her or take care of her. She never let anyone close. She thought that made her strong. Then she gave it all up. She surrendered herself to the Kindergarten, the Candies, and the Priestess. She was free of stress and mental illness. She thought that made her happy. But Kione wasn’t strong or happy. She was afraid. Everything she did - from researching her hallucinations to filling her diaper on the blacktop - was to make everything less scary. She became good at empathizing and adapting to the situation so she would never have to confront anything. She would always compromise, even if it compromised who she was. But if all the time and energy she put into keeping herself safe did nothing to make her happy, then what was the point? Kione could not be defined by her actions when those actions were easy. Sooner or later, something had to be more important than her fear. Sooner or later, she had to be courageous. This time, she wasn't going to run or hide. She had destiny at her fingertips. No rights or wrongs, no real or fake, nothing but her and her choices. Kione put her finger in the dial and held the receiver to her ear. She didn't remember learning it, but Kione knew her number by heart. Kione Williams. Number 254. [End] -------------- Thanks so much for reading and making it all the way to the end!! I also really appreciate all the comments and likes!! I know this ending was a little more open-ended, but I hope everyone is excited for the future of Academy Works. I promise all this will make sense in the end!! Stay tuned for the next installment!! ~Mia Moore~ Edit: Academy A - the fifth story - is now available! You can read it here:

Chapter 31: Meet the Parents Charlie grabbed my hair from behind me. “I really don’t want to.” I moaned. “You have to.” “I know, but I still don’t want to!” I sighed. Charlie proceeded to put my ash blonde hair into two perfect pigtails, putting a little pink bow in each. She straightened my bangs and I looked like the perfect little baby girl or even the perfect dolly. “I know, we do this and then the little they adopted goes free.” It was now Saturday afternoon, and we were getting ready to go to Charlie’s parent’s house for dinner. It was going to be the first time meeting them, and after the horror stories Charlie had told me, I just knew tonight was going to be difficult. Charlie had dressed up in a gorgeous black dinner dress, her silky red hair flowing down her shoulders. Whereas she had dressed me up in quite the opposite really. I was in one of my own designs yet again, yet another baby pink babydoll dress with white frills and white leggings covering my thick nappy. And to match, some white Mary Janes. “Look, we’ll get this over and done with. We’ll talk nice, have dinner, and get them to hand over their little.” Charlie said, trying to boost my morale. “I know. I’m just nervous. I’ve got to act like a baby the whole time, and we don’t know exactly what they’ve done to the little they adopted. They could be really bad.” “That’s why we’ve talked to Eve about all of this. If she’s able to be saved, she’ll take her in and help her recover. If she’s too far gone, she knows a few nice Amazons who would adopt her, promising to love and protect her.” “Yeah, I hate that that is even an option, but it may be the only thing we can do for her at that point if she’s too far gone. Just... please don’t let your mother do anything to me, okay?” “Oh don’t worry babygirl, I won’t let you out of my sight. Their playpen should still be in the back room, which I’ll be able to watch from the sofa. I won’t let anything happen to you. Just focus on pretending to be a baby. You’re getting good at that...” she smirked. “Oi you! You’re not so tall I can’t slap you!” “You’re lucky I’m not your Mummy right now, otherwise it’d be your adorable little bum getting slapped...” I stuck my tongue out at her and the alarm on her phone went off. “Showtime I guess. Let’s get going. Remember baby, I love you.” “I love you too Charlie.” We arrived at a rather large house on the outskirts of town. Her parents must be well off. Maybe not Charlie wealthy, but well off enough to afford a detached house this far out of town with a driveway like this. “Right. Dodie in. Mouth shut. Be good. Got it?” I put my dummy in my mouth and nodded. Unfastening me from the car seat, she picked me up and carried me over to the front door, pressing the doorbell and shuffling on her feet. I snuggled into her to try and help calm her down. “Thanks baby. It’ll be alright.” The door opened and two large Amazons stood there, looking at us. “Charlotte. Good to see you.” Said the larger of the two. He must have been her father. He was a good foot or so bigger than Charlie, with short greying hair and a wrinkled face, wearing a shirt and suit pants. “Dad.” Charlie nodded. “Hello Charlotte. Glad you could see us with your busy schedule.” Said the shorter of the two, Charlie’s mother. She looked just like Charlie, only a lot older. She had a few wrinkles on her face and her hair was similar to Charlie’s, but it was clear it was losing its colour and turning grey. She was dressed in a floral dinner dress, more akin in style to my dress than Charlie’s, albeit a lot more adult than mine. “Mother.” Charlie was shooting daggers at her at this point. “Is this?” said her mother, reaching out to me. I instinctively snuggled closer to Charlie and she pulled me back away from her mother’s grasp. “Yes. This is Livie.” I could just feel the animosity she had towards her. “Well come on in then, dinner will be ready soon.” Her mother said, turning around in a huff and walking off into the kitchen. “Come on peanut. Let’s go have dinner.” Said her father, signalling us to enter. ‘At least I understand where Charlie comes up with all these cute pet names for me.’ We walked in, her father shutting the door and walking past us. “Come sit down. Would you like a drink?” “A white wine for me. Nothing for Livie thanks.” I looked up at her with confusion in my eyes. She bent her head down and whispered to me. “Don’t trust them. Don’t even eat their dinner; I’ve brought you some of my cooking in baby form for you.” I was disappointed, as the food smelled delicious, but she was right, I couldn’t trust them not to put anything in my drinks or food. We walked into the living room, sitting down on the chair next to the sofa. Charlie looked at the photo frame next to us on the table. She looked like she wanted to start crying so she placed the frame face down. It must have brought back some painful memories so I snuggled her as tightly as I could and she stroked my hair. Her parent’s home was well decorated. Lots of floral patterns, but not overwhelming. Kind of a mix of retro and modern. The furniture and walls were modern, the floor was hardwood, but all the fabric on the chairs and the curtains were floral. Little knickknacks scattered around indicated that the owners were an older generation, but the modern aesthetics indicated the owners weren’t averse to change. Her Mother entered and sat down on the sofa next to where we were sat. “So... tell me all about her! I want to know my granddaughter!” “I only adopted her a couple of weeks ago, to provide her protection.” “Ah. I wondered what it would take to get you to adopt one. Of course it’s your misaligned sense of justice.” Charlie’s mother rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry if I don’t see littles as some playthings or toys to be dressed up and abused.” “What are you insinuating?” her mother looked offended by Charlie’s statement. “You know what you did to Dylan. Poor guy. You tortured him!” “We treated him like any little should be treated!” “That’s the problem, they shouldn’t be treated like that. Just because they’re smaller than you doesn’t make them any less human! They are the same as us, only smaller! They deserve respect and dignity!” “Yeah yeah. I’ve heard it all before. Maybe one day the world will change to suit your point of view, but right now, we do what we must to protect and care for littles. We know what’s best for them.” I buried my face, trying my best not to show the disgust on it. “So. Let me see her then. She can’t keep hiding all evening.” “Sorry baby, but you’re going to have to come out.” Charlie whispered to me. I nodded and turned my head. “Oh it’s you! I remember you! You work in that dress shop in town don’t you? Or you used to.” Her mother smiled. I nodded. “D’awww. Well Charlotte you’ve got a clever one there. You best be careful, she may try to escape. Maybe you should think about getting her legs done or something.” “Mother! Shut up! She’s my daughter now, and I won’t be mutilating her! She’s well behaved and she’s the one who asked me to take her in!” “Oh really? Well that’s a surprise. Maybe she is more sensible than I thought.” “Here’s your wine poppet.” Her father said upon returning. “Thanks Dad.” “Well, aren’t you going to introduce us?” he said. “I guess. Mum, Dad, this is Olivia. Olivia, this is my Dad, Jacob, and my Mother, Moira.” I waved at them. “Well she certainly is a cutie! Anyway, dinner is ready, so if you want to come through?” her Dad announced. Charlie got up, holding me close, as we walked back towards the hallway. As we were leaving the living room, I looked to the back room and could see a little in there, playing. She had brown hair and was wearing a purple dress similar to mine, but not nearly as well made. I couldn’t make out anything else as she had her back to us and we were whisked away to the dining room before I could get a closer look. Upon entering, I noticed a highchair next to ‘Grandma’. Charlie looked fed up at this point, as she dragged the highchair over to the other side of the table and positioned it next to where she was going to sit. Moira looked disappointed as she proceeded to bring everyone’s food in. “Livie has her own food I brought. She’s really fussy about what she eats.” Charlie spoke up. “Oh. Okay then. Well... she should eat anything you give her. Little’s shouldn’t be fussy.” “Won’t your prisoner be joining us?” “Your sister already had her dinner. She can eat again once you’ve taken her.” Moira said. “How come you were so willing to give her up so easily?” “Honestly, she’s just being a nightmare. Despite all the stuff we’ve done for her and done to her, she still resists. And it seemed like the perfect opportunity to pawn her off onto you and see my granddaughter, something I very much doubt you would have let me do otherwise.” “And rightly so. I will never forgive you for what you did to Dylan.” “Yeah yeah. Just eat. I expect to hold Livie for a bit after dinner before you can take the other.” “Dad, how can you still be with her?” “Peanut... just... don’t. Just please eat your food.” I could sense the difference between her mother and father. Her mother was a straight up typical Amazon Mother. Her Dad... he seemed a bit more sympathetic, but he seemed to just go along with whatever his wife said. We proceeded to eat in silence. Charlie had placed some Spaghetti Bolognese into a bowl for me and fed me between her own bites. The silence was the most uncomfortable silence I had ever witnessed. The tension hanging in the air was thick. Once we had finished eating, Charlie took me back into the living room, but was stopped by her Mother just before we sat down again. “Like I said, I expect to hold my granddaughter for a bit.” “You’ve got ten minutes. And she never leaves my sight.” “Fine fine, whatever. You’re way too overprotective Charlotte.” Charlie handed me over and I was quickly overcome by the overpowering perfume her Mother wore. “Come here to Grandma little Livie” she said as she sat down on the chair me and Liv had sat on before. “Well aren’t you precious. Look at your little feetsies and your hair! Your Mummy did a good job! Maybe she’s good at something after all!” I wanted to spit my dodie out at her face, I wanted to claw her face off with my fingers. I wanted to... let’s just say my rage was at its peak. But I buried it deep inside; I couldn’t ruin this for Charlie or the little we were helping. So I just sat there, being bounced on this bitch’s knee as she baby talked to me. “Oh, why is this down?” Moira saw the picture Charlie had placed flat on the table and stood it up. As I had guessed, it was a picture of Dylan. It must be difficult for Charlie to even look at him now. I looked at the picture, seeing Charlie’s brother for the first time. Or at least I thought it was the first time... In it, Dylan was on the grass outside, in a baby blue dress. He had long hair and was sucking on a matching dummy. He was clearly being dressed like a girl, but I could tell they hadn’t gone the full way to feminising his face and body. He looked miserable, putting on the biggest, most fake smile possible. Something about his face though... it looked... I swear... Before I could think more, I felt the effects of the milk last night return. With no warning or stopping it, I filled the back of my nappy. Whilst I was kinda used to it by now, I felt like I should play the part so I started crying out loud. “Oh dear. Charlie. Your daughter has messed.” “I’ll go clean her up and change her.” Charlie said, reaching for me. Her mother pulled me away from her. “Oh no, don’t be silly. I’ll just pop her in the playpen and we can catch up. I haven’t talked to my daughter in forever.” I was quickly lifted up from the seat with Moira and taken towards the playroom through the glass doors. I looked at Charlie as I passed her, giving her the biggest ‘save me’ eyes I could. She mouthed out ‘I’m sorry’ and I was carried away from her and placed into the room with the other little. “Right. You play along with this little brat. Once me and your Mummy have finished chatting, she can take you both and I’ll be done with you. Don’t dare be naughty.” The little in front of me ignored Moira and proceeded to play. The door closed and I turned around to see Charlie keeping an eye on me through the glass, which made me feel a bit safer. Turning back round, I saw the little shuffle around to face me. “Wait... take me?” she said. She raised her face and my heart nearly damned exploded. “WAIT, WIV?” “SARAH?” ========================================================== Thanks for reading, and I hope everyone enjoyed the latest chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I really love reading everyone's comments and feedback and theories! I really hoped it was as good as everyone hoped! So yeah... I've been very busy writing this past week. I'm now only about 9 chapters from finishing Little in Love, and I've already started on my next story. I've written two chapters and so far they've gone down well with my girlfriend (I read every chapter out loud to her when I've written it. Helps me make sure it flows well and she gives me feedback. Apparently she really likes my new one!), so I may try to divide my time a bit more now I'm so ahead with LiL. The next part of the visit is on Saturday!

Chapter 27: Choices I was walking down a hallway. A hallway I had never been in before. It was long and dark and had creepy paintings of littles being kidnapped and regressed on the walls. In the distance I could see two doorways, both slightly ajar, letting the light from each of them lightly illuminate the otherwise pitch black hallway. Looking backwards, I noticed nothing but darkness. So I walked towards the doorways. They were both Amazon height, both white, and side by side. As I got closer, I noticed the paintings on the hallway walls got less traumatic, less scary. They went from littles being fully regressed to littles being happy or free. Upon reaching the doors I figured I had to make a choice. Whilst identical, they both had different signs. The one on the left read ‘Baby Livie’, whereas the one on the right read ‘Olivia Clarke’. I couldn’t decide. I was frozen directly between the two doors. I took so long deciding I didn’t notice the darkness from behind was slowly creeping up on me, and before I knew it... everything went dark. ------------------------------------------------- I woke up in bed, my head resting on my girlfriend’s arm. I rolled over so I was snuggled against her and that’s when I realised I still had my dummy in my mouth. My dummy. It was still weird to think that it was mine now. I felt the thick padding between my legs, enjoying the slight crinkle and the plastic texture on my fingers. It felt... soft and... safe. It felt like the nappy I was wearing was dry, but I definitely felt the need to pee. I started to squirm a bit. I really didn’t want to get up, but I didn’t want to go in this nappy, I still wasn’t used to willingly wetting. And messing was the last thing I wanted to do any time soon, that would probably take a while for me to get used to, at least willingly, if I can ever get used to something like that. Charlie’s warmth radiated and soothed me so much I was drained of all energy to get up to go use the bathroom. So I snuggled closer, telling myself ‘five more minutes’. I snuggled right into her arms and she rolled over, grabbing me and squeezing me like a stuffie. ‘Well I guess I’m not going anywhere now, I’m pretty much stuck.’ I suckled gently on the pink dummy in my mouth which, thanks to that hypnosis I was subjected to, made me feel safe and happy and complete. A small part of me was worried that I shouldn’t enjoy any of this at all, that I should tell Charlie to stop all this baby treatment and never touch it again. Any normal little would agree with that. But I felt happy and safe, which I was not used to in my life of paranoia and fear. Maybe the logical part of my brain says run, and maybe that part is right and I should, but this arrangement we had come up with satisfied both my adult side and my... well the side that had been neglected due to a life of running. Sure, my parents were loving and caring, and they love me more than anything, but I never got to go out or do anything as a kid. I grew up so fast because I had to, ‘the sooner you become mature, the safer you are from adoption’ my Dad always used to tell me. And now, with Charlie, I feel loved and safe enough to trust her, and here she is, giving me the opportunity to explore my ‘baby side’ or whatever it would be called. I trust her that if either of us decide this thing isn’t actually the right thing for us, we can just stop and we’ll find another solution. Maybe I could learn to love it. I’m certainly not adverse to some of it. As I lay there, thinking about the whole situation and trying to figure out if I was maybe similar to Alice, I felt Charlie’s hand wander close to my nappy, sliding a finger in the leg band. “Awww, shame. But I can tell you need to pee baby, you’re squirming like that time I used that toy on you...” I blushed and buried my face into Charlie’s side. “Morning pumpkin. How’d you sleep?” she asked, smiling. “Not too bad, you?” I responded, blushing. “Like a baby. But you’d know all about that wouldn’t you little crinklepants...” “Hey! Dat’s not fair!” “Oh I think it’s plenty fair. Now, I’m not letting you get up, you’re too good at snuggling and I need extra doses of snuggles this morning. So if you need to pee, you better use that nappy...” “Buh...” “No buts. Except that cute padded butt of yours. You’re my baby, so use your nappies sweetpea.” “Not always your baby...” I said, taking out my dummy. “But today you are! Remember, we’re going shopping.” Charlie rolled onto her back, grabbing me and lifting me onto her tummy. I was now sat on her, looking at her gorgeous face and body from above. “How could I forget, you want to buy baby things...” “Hey, you’re the one who suggested this whole baby plan. You’re the one who may be into this kinda thing. I love you and support you and I... want to spoil you rotten and give you all the best baby things you can get.” She pulled me in quickly and kissed my face before lifting me back to my original position. “Ugh. Fine. But what if this isn’t for me? What if I decide I don’t want to go along with this whole baby side thing?” “Then we’ll give it away or donate it or sell it or return it. Babe, you know how well off I am now, it’s no big loss. Not if it gives you the full baby experience you need to make this decision.” The feeling of love swelled up in my chest. “Did I ever tell you I love you?” I quietly teased. “I think once or twice? Or maybe multiple times a day since that first time you said it. But I’ll never object to you saying it even more.” “Then I love... Luna!” “Luna? Oh no! Betrayal! I mean a little girl’s best friend is her stuffie, and you’ve known Luna for longer. And she’s slept with you more than I have.” “Shush! I’m not a little girl!” “We still don’t know that yet! That’s what the playdate with Alice will help you with.” “...and Luna doesn’t let me do naughty things to her...” I teased. “Of course she doesn’t, she’s a respectable upstanding member of society and would never ever sink to those levels of depravity!” she said in a very fake, posh accent, before pulling me closer so that my face was close to hers. Completely dropping the accent, bringing out the seductress I was especially weak to, she looked at me with pure lust. “Not like Mummy anyway...” she growled. “That’s why... I secretly loved you more...” I whispered in her ear. Completely dropping character, she lifted me back up on to her tummy. “You do? Well don’t let Miss Luna hear that! She’ll be devastated. But don’t worry my gorgeous girl, you are always number one to me. And I’ll be here whenever you need naughty things, snuggles or... a nappy change.” It was at that point my face started burning up. I could feel the pee fill the nappy I was wearing, making it warmer and swell up. Relief washed over me whilst the blushing intensified. “D’aww as if right on cue! Good girl!” I quickly kissed Charlie then sat back up, my warm wet nappy squishing against her tummy. “Now... baby. I have a very serious thing to ask you. All seriousness now. I need your big girl brain back just for a minute.” “Yes Mu...Charlie?” “We’ve been dating for a while now. And we trust each other completely. And we’re trying this whole thing with the fake adoption and figuring out if you like being a baby and all that...” “Yeah...?” “I was wondering... you spend most of your time here anyway, as it’s awkward whenever we go to your apartment... “What are you getting at Charlie?” “Well... I was wondering if you wanted to make the move over here properly. Like officially. Like... for good.” I was taken aback. I mean she wasn’t wrong, I did spend most nights here, and it would be easier. “You don’t have to decide right now, I was just thinking it would be awkward if you still lived at your apartment but you were fake-adopted by me. It would be a lot more believable if you lived here.” “Yes.” “Sorry, what? Was that a yes to moving in, or a yes it would be awkward or what?” Charlie said. I loved her confused face. It was so cute. It never gets old. “Yes.” I replied. “Yes?” “Yes I’ll move in with you silly butt!” Charlie squealed and pulled me in for the biggest hug ever, kissing me all over my face before sitting me back on her tummy. “I...just... I don’t want to lose my old apartment though.” “Don’t worry about that baby, I can afford the rent for your place, I’ve got you covered. You can keep that place as a backup if anything should happen or should you need it for any reason. But you can move all your personal stuff over here!” “Thank you Charlie. Seriously. How did I manage to find the one Amazon not out to turn me into a baby or to destroy my life? The one Amazon who loves me and is always looking out for me?” “I don’t know baby. I mean I am pretty special. So special I deserve at least another kiss...” “No.” “No?” “You deserve at least THREE more kisses!” I said as I kissed both her cheeks then her lips. “Oh wow, I must be even more special than I thought!” “So when should we grab my stuff? We could probably make it in one trip with your car. My stuff doesn’t take up much space, being all little stuff.” “How about we go get everything before we go to the mall?” We had a relaxing bath together, followed by breakfast. Charlie wanted to dress me in the dress that I had been wearing quite a bit lately, but I convinced her not to. Sadly, because of the lack of baby clothes, that we were going out today for, I didn’t really have many options to choose from. In the end she picked out a normal dress but complimented it with baby accessories. Putting my hair in pigtails, little sockies on my feet, and a very thick nappy on, there was no way my normal adult dress looked anything more than like a more formal baby dress. Somehow she managed to turn something I’d normally wear to work into something I’d probably wear to a daycare... “What about shoes? Are you still not letting me have any shoes?” “Your feet are so small and cute with little sockies on them! And more importantly, we don’t have any suitable baby shoes for you yet. As soon as we get some I can start putting them on you!” “I suppose you have a point.” “Mummy is always right! Now keep this in all day, okay? No risking our little experiment by making it known how much of a big girl you really are!” she said as she clipped my dummy to my dress and popped it in my mouth. “Yeth Mummy.” I said teasingly, putting on my best ‘good girl’ smile. “Good girl!” I squealed inside. Two words shouldn’t have so much power over me... We got into Charlie’s car and she strapped me into the car seat. Just before closing the door, she pulled Luna out from behind her back and handed her to me. “Eeeee Luna!” I cried out. “I thought we’d need another pair of hands with getting your stuff, and Luna is the best bunny for the job!” I giggled and kicked my feet. I didn’t even mean to do that, it was just... natural. Pulling out of her driveway, we drove all the way across town to my apartment. Pulling up outside, she got out and walked around the car. Lifting me out of the car seat and putting me on her hip, she made sure that I wasn’t going to drop Luna and shut the car door, locking it as we walked into the entrance of the apartment building. I noticed the construction next door had finished, advertising some grand opening of something, but I didn’t get to see exactly what it was before we entered the building. We were stopped by a security guard. “Miss, I must ask you to leave. This is a private building and no Amazons are to be permitted on the premise without the permission of one of the tenants.” I brushed the hair away from my face. “Mikey, it’s me. Liv.” “Miss Olivia? Are you okay? Can I help at all? Miss, please let go of the little Lady.” “Mikey, we both know you don’t have the authority to take me from her if I’m already adopted. And don’t worry, everything is peachy keen.” “Miss... you’ve been... adopted?” he looked at me with genuine concern. “Yes...” Michael’s face dropped. “...And no.” Michael’s face did a double take. Honestly... if I wasn’t careful his face would probably crash and fall off. I giggled internally at the thought of that. “Mikey, you’ve met Charlie here.” “Oh of course, Miss Charlotte, sorry I didn’t recognise you. We’ve barely met since that first time I saw you. But still... I don’t understand. Has she adopted you or not?” “No, she hasn’t.” “Then why are you dressed like... well... this?” “She’s... umm...” Charlie looked down at me and nodded. “Baby, you’ve known him a long time, you trust him, right?” I nodded at her. I had known him for years, and he always had my best interests in mind. “Then you can tell him.” “Tell me what ladies? I’m a bit confused. Some explanation would be nice before I let either of you through.” “Charlie... she’s my girlfriend.” The shocked face on Michael’s tough guy exterior surprised even me. I explained the situation, that I was dating Charlie, we wanted to try this whole baby thing (although I left out the part about me actually slightly enjoying it), that she had asked me to move in with her, and that we would continue to rent the apartment whilst I lived at Charlie’s house. “I know someone else could rent the apartment, providing a safe space for littles, but... I can’t let go of this place.” “I understand Miss, and don’t worry, you’re not taking an apartment from another little, the owner is currently renovating lots of buildings around the city and plans to turn them into places like this.” “He is? Oh that would be perfect. I’ve been so fortunate to have this place, and I’ve been happy to know you!” A tear formed in Michael’s eye. “Don’t think you’re going to go and live with lovely Miss Charlotte here and forget about poor Mikey!” “I wouldn’t dream of it! I’ll try and pop round to the apartment as often as possible. It’s a bit difficult with the distance, but if I can come up with something that I can use the space for, I’d love to come back often.” “Well don’t let me hold you any longer, I’ll miss you Miss Olivia.” “Mikey, I’ve tried a million times, call me Liv.” “Okay... Liv. Have a wonderful day, and Miss Charlotte?” “Yes Michael?” “Please take care of her. I don’t know what I’d do if she was taken or anything happened to her. She was a perfect little lady and it was a pleasure to get to know her.” “Don’t worry, I’ll take the best care I can with her.” Michael waved as we walked towards my apartment. It didn’t take long to get all my personal objects that I wanted to take with me to Charlie’s house into a box and into her car. Honestly other than some adult clothes, some personal keepsakes, and some decorations, there wasn’t much that I needed to take, most of it could just stay in the apartment. “Right. We’ll just dump your stuff back at mine, then we’ll get straight to the mall and get that over and done with, we’ll unpack your stuff tonight. Ready baby?” “Ready Mummy.” I was dreading the mall. I hadn’t been since that first time I went with Charlie. I hadn’t spoke to Dorothy or seen all the changes she had made. But I had Charlie this time, she was now my Mummy, at least in public, and she would keep me safe. At least I hoped she would. It wasn’t long before I was strapped back into the car seat, waving goodbye to Mikey as we drove back to Charlie’s. ========================================================== Thanks for reading, and I hope everyone enjoyed it. Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I really love reading everyone's comments and feedback and theories! Another cute chapter, just before a return to the mall. I've written a lot the past few days, but the day off from writing yesterday was helpful and gave me the energy I needed to write two more today (may even try and fit another in, provided my energy doesn't crash). Honestly, I've only got 20+ chapters to write now, then I'm finished, which makes me a bit sad. But don't worry, it's not even close to ending for you lot, you're not even half way yet! Next chapter Saturday!

Chapter 26: Rose Woods Charlotte held me close as she walked over to a lounge chair in the living room. It was a huge chair that was just perfect for snuggling in. It was already massive compared to Charlie, but it absolutely dwarfed me. Sitting down, taking extra care to not shake me or drop me, she leaned back and relaxed, bringing me in closer to snuggle. “So how was today sweetheart?” I lay there, cradled in her arms, my head gently rested on her arm. “It was... eventful. Lauren turned up.” “Lauren?” “You know, the one you distracted ages ago at the coffee shop so Sam could escape?” “Oh fuck. Did she figure it all out?” “Actually... no. Although she did try to adopt me.” “What?” I could hear the anger in her voice. “She had already adopted another little, this time brainwashing them. She figured she could get new clothes for them and me if she adopted me and made me work for her.” “I’ll fucking kill her.” “Babe, it’s okay. Malcolm intervened and told her I was adopted already. And then she left, not before shoving a dummy in my mouth. Which because of the hypnosis, I couldn’t take out.” “Fine. Let me at least maim her.” “Malcolm contacted LSS. She was obviously abusing her new little, so hopefully they’ll manage to lock her up or something.” “She’s lucky I wasn’t there.” “I know Mama.” Charlie looked down at me and all the rage and fury drained from her face, quickly being replaced by love and adoration. “You’ve not called me Mama before!” “I’ve not called anyone Mummy or Mama since I was like 5! And hey, I’m getting into the role!” “Is that what that is? Mmmmkay!” She rolled her eyes at me, smiling. “Hey! Don’t give me that look!” I said defensively. “I’ll give you any kind of look I want little missy... haven’t you heard? You’re adopted by some wonderful Mummy, and that Mummy can do anything she wants to you!” Playing along, I responded, “Is that so? I mean she is an absolutely wonderful Mummy. Gorgeous too. Brilliant kisser. Dynamite in bed. Cute butt!” “Now now, if you keep it up I’ll be jealous of your new Mummy with the cute butt!” I giggled as she lightly tickled my tummy. I reached up and kissed her cheek softly. “I love you. And seriously... you have a cute butt.” “Well thank you sweetpea. But no more naughty big girl talk for tonight. We’ve had an exciting week. How about we just relax and snuggle tonight. Maybe we could try a bit of light babying?” “Sure.” I nodded my head. “Only if you want to. It’s just... you seem to be enjoying it I’ve noticed.” “You have? I wouldn’t say I’m enjoying it... but... it’s... umm... it’s... relaxing. And kinda... nice.” “Well remember we can stop this at any point, okay sweetie? This isn’t a full time thing, I still love my girlfriend. But I sense a part of you has opened up since we started this, you’ve let yourself become more vulnerable.” “I have?” “Hey, I’m no expert, but maybe this is good for you? You get to trust someone, open up, be young again without fear of being adopted. You get to look adorable and be loved and doted upon.” “I mean it is nice. And I haven’t felt this happy in... well... my entire life.” The fear started to set in. The worry that I was weird for liking this, the fear that I would never get to be an adult again, the worry that maybe I was making a stupid mistake. “Baby, I can see you starting to worry and doubt your feelings again. It’s okay,” she held me closer and rocked me gently, “listen to your feelings peanut. No more worries. It’s okay to enjoy this. You have one friend who likes this, and one friend who does it for the feeling of safety. It’s okay to be like them, to like this.” “But... but I’m scared of losing my adult life. I’m scared of losing my adult mind. I’m scared of losing... you.” “Shhhhh sweetheart, you won’t lose me. You won’t lose anything. You’ll gain something, happiness. I will always protect you. I would never want you to be a full time baby, or to let you get your brain melted or anything like that. I fell in love with the woman lay in my arms, not the little baby inside her.” I blushed and looked her in the eyes. “Look baby, back when me and my ex found that Amazon girl who liked to dress up like a baby, I did a lot of research, like I told you. That girl had what she called a ‘little side’, it was basically just a part of her, another personality or side of her or whatever that she let out. It helped her relieve stress, it helped her cope with her life and the world. She saw the world completely different when she was acting like a baby. Her insecurities and worries got locked away and she let her little side out.” “I guess that kinda makes sense...” “Maybe you have a little side? Maybe you enjoy being babied. It doesn’t mean you always want to be a baby, it just allows you to let yourself be vulnerable in a way that you’ve never been before. You forget about the worries of being a little, you just focus on being loved and cared for. You get to play and be happy. I mean if I was living every day like it could be my last, worried every single moment that I was going to be adopted, I would have lost my mind. Honestly I admire every single little in this world for the resilience they have. I wish I could fix everything, but I’m just one person.” I started thinking about Alice and what she was saying. As if by fate, Charlie suggested something. “How about we make a playdate between you and that Alice friend of yours? The one who likes being a baby. Maybe she can help you with your thoughts and feelings. I can only help so much, I can baby you and support you, but I will never understand fully what it’s like to be you in this position.” “I’d... I’d like that. Can we call them now and set it up?” “Of course we can Olivia.” She reached over to grab her phone and mine. Settling back into a comfortable position, me still in her arms, she grabbed my dummy from the arm of the chair and placed it in my mouth. Whilst I knew Eve had semi-fixed it, I still took the dummy out of my mouth to make sure, before placing it back in. It was... relaxing, reassuring. I felt better now my mouth was occupied. Sure, I could see this being annoying in some situations, but this was a nice feeling, so... no rush Eve. Charlie copied the phone number for Alice into her phone and called, setting it on speaker so I could hear. A man answered the phone. “Hello?” “Oh, hi, sorry for bothering you, we’re just hoping to speak to Alice.” “And whom may I ask is calling for her?” “I’m Charlotte, I’m... Olivia’s Mummy.” “Olivia?....Olivia... Oh wait, Olivia from the clothing store?” “That’s the one.” “But... she didn’t have a Mummy, she wasn’t adopted. Explain yourself.” I took the dummy out of my mouth. “Hi there John!” “Olivia? Are you okay?” “I’m fine John, don’t worry, I haven’t been kidnapped or anything.” “Oh thank god. Can’t be too careful. What’s going on?” “After that little meetup with Alice and another friend in a similar situation, me and my girlfriend decided to test the waters a bit and see if it was something I could maybe do.” “Oh! So you’re a ‘baby’ like Alice now then?” “Well... kinda. Not really. Not sure... But I want to learn more.” “Wait, you said girlfriend?” “Yeah, Charlotte is my girlfriend.” “But how would that work, a little can’t adopt another little.” “Oh, no, she’s an Amazon.” “You’re dating an Amazon? Oh boy. That’s something you don’t hear every day.” “Yeah I know. It’s not normal. But hey, it seems like I’m just... not normal.” Charlie looked upset by that comment. “Liv, you are perfectly normal, you just have some extra quirks, quirks that I love!” she said, booping my nose. “Sorry. But yes John, we’re dating, she’s not adopted me, but we’re thinking of playing the whole baby thing in public, as a sort of immunity to adoptions or whatever. And... I’ve been... kinda... maybe... enjoying it?” “Yeah, you sound just like Alice did when she first told me. So what can we do to help?” Charlie spoke up and took over the conversation, putting my dummy back in my mouth. I pouted at her and crossed my arms, which she just smiled at. “Hi John, sorry, it’s Charlotte. I was thinking maybe we could get the two of them to have a playdate or something? Liv needs to learn what it’s like to be a baby, to see if this is something that she genuinely does enjoy. And Alice seems like the best person to help her figure this out with.” “I agree. And if she’s anything like my Alice, she’ll deny her love of this for a long time until she finally accepts it. Maybe Alice can help her speed that along if that’s what she truly wants.” “Exactly. Plus honestly I haven’t played the Mummy role in a long time, I’m a little rusty, so would be really nice to get the opportunity to talk to you and get some tips or something.” “Oh so you’ve done this... lifestyle before?” “Kind of. I briefly tried being a Mummy to an Amazon who had a little side. It didn’t work out and I haven’t tried it since. It wasn’t until Liv dressed up as a baby and waited for me to come home that I even thought about this lifestyle. Heck, I’m still a newbie to it all.” “Well I don’t understand it either to be honest, I do it because it makes Alice happy, and she’s my best friend. I do get a sense of satisfaction and happiness from it though.” “So how about we set up a play date for next week, Liv can learn from Alice and figure it out for herself, and I can learn from you and see if this is something I want.” “Sure, how about Monday evening? Jeez, I still can’t get over the fact you are dating a little. Talk about unorthodox! You’ve got guts! Both of you! I want to hear more about it on Monday!” “Monday it is.” Charlie said, about to hang up the phone. “Oh.. hey...wait... the princess wants to speak. Let me just put it on speakerphone...” “LIVIA? IS DAT YOU?” Alice shouted down the phone excitedly. Charlie nodded and I pulled my dummy out of my mouth. “Yeah it’s me.” “WHAT’S ALL DIS ABOUT A PLAY DATE?” “I’m... maybe like you. And my... umm... Mummy thought a play date may help me figure out if I am or not.” “OH MY GOD DAT SOUNDS SO FUN! WHEN IT IS?” “Monday it looks like, your Daddy and my Mummy were just figuring out the details.” “YESSS! I CAN’T WAIT! SEE YOU THEN LIVIA!” John took back the phone and set it off speaker. Charlie put my dummy back in my mouth. “So John, Monday evening, my place. I’ll text you the address. It was nice speaking to you.” “You too, see you Monday. Enjoy your evening, I’m off to feed my little Princess now. Bye!” “Bye!” Charlie put down the phone. “You okay sweetpea?” I nodded, blushing. I hadn’t been treated like that before, it was weirdly nice. “Now... I’ve been wanting to do something for a little while. I think you may enjoy it, especially with that oral fixation you’ve got now.” She lifted up a baby bottle of milk and rested it on the arm of the chair. My eyes widened in panic. “It’s just normal milk, babydoll. This way you can feed like a baby, but you don’t get affected by my milk. And you should enjoy it even more with that hypnosis.” I sighed. I guess she was right, may as well try it. She lifted the bottle up into my view and held it in front of me, tilting the nipple towards my mouth. I opened my mouth and she slowly slid it in. I instinctively started suckling on the teat, enjoying every drop of milk that flowed into my mouth. I couldn’t help but relax even more than I already had in Charlie’s arms. She gently rocked and shushed me as I nursed on the bottle. ‘Maybe I could get used to this.’ We were both at complete peace with each other when suddenly our bonding time was cut short. One of the phones started ringing. Charlie looked at her phone. “Fuck. Why now? What the hell do they want?” I made a concerned noise whilst still drinking the bottle. “Oh, sorry baby, didn’t mean to use naughty words. It’s... it’s my parents.” She sighed and answered the phone on speaker, looking at me and putting her finger on her lips to tell me to keep quiet. “Charlotte Williams!” screamed a accusatory voice at the other end of the call. “... Hi Mum.” “Don’t you ‘Hi Mum’ me! How come I had to hear from your friend Catherine that you’ve adopted a little?” “Because we barely talk anymore?” “Yes, well that was back when you were a stubborn little brat who thought she knew better with all that ‘equality for littles’ nonsense. Motherhood changes a woman.” “Shame it turned you into a spiteful old witch.” “Don’t you talk to me like that! I demand to see my granddaughter. Mia? Amelia? Sophia? Aria?” “Olivia, Mum. It’s Olivia. And you don’t get to demand anything.” I could see the energy drain from Charlie’s face. “Look, I know you don’t like me or your father for what happened to Dylan.” “Of course not. You treated him like shit.” “We treated him like any little should be treated. And I want to make sure you’re treating your little properly!” “You don’t get a say in my parenting of my daughter.” “Yeah yeah...” her Mother’s tone suddenly changed. “Well we were hoping you could meet your little sister. And your Olivia could have a play date.” “Oh god, you adopted another little didn’t you!” “Yes we did. Helpless little thing barely looked after herself. So we adopted her.” “How old is she?” “She’s 1.” “Actual age...” “Oh I don’t know, late twenties. Cute little thing.” “You do realise this just makes me hate you more, right?” “Yes, whatever. Look, you’re not going to come to dinner for me or your father, but maybe you would for your new little sister...” “What evil scheme have you got planned Mum?” “I just want to meet my granddaughter. She is more important to me than this... little. And I know how you feel about littles; you’re a bleeding heart when it comes to them. So... if you come to dinner and bring my granddaughter... I’ll let this little go free. We never made the adoption official, so I could easily let her go.” I looked at Charlie. She really didn’t want either of us to see her parents, especially if they thought I was actually her adopted little. But... the little. We couldn’t let them suffer just because we couldn’t sit and play nice with Charlie’s parents. So I nodded my acceptance at Charlie and she nodded back. “Fine Mum. But no matter what happens, that little goes free. And no funny business with Liv, okay?” “Sure. I promise. Just bring my granddaughter and we’ll have a nice family dinner together. Saturday night okay?” “Sure. See you then.” Charlie quickly hung up the phone in anger. “FUCK!” she shouted, startling me. I finished the last drops of the bottle and lifted it out of my mouth. “I’m... I’m proud of you.” Charlie calmed herself down before talking to me. “Thanks sweetie, but you don’t realise what a piece of work my mother is. We better be on guard the whole time. And I will destroy her if she goes back on her word.” “That’s fine, just... you’re doing a nice thing for a little you don’t know. I have so much love and respect for you. We’ll get through this, together.” “I love you babygirl. I always will. I will always protect you and I will try my best to give you anything you want. If you want to be little now and again, I will fully support you and be the best Mummy I can be. If you decide otherwise, then I will support you in that too. You’re my girlfriend and I love you with all my heart. I just want to make you happy.” I saw a tear roll down her cheek. Which had taken longer to form than the tears already streaming down my face. “I love you too Charlie.” “Now, no worrying about your baby side and my parents and all that for now. How about we try another evening with you as a baby, give you a bit more experience so we can help you figure out if this is what you want?” I shook my head. I needed answers first. “I’m sorry, but I need to know the truth first. It’s been eating away at me all day.” “About?” “You said you’d tell me what you do and all that.” “Oh. That.” She took a long, deep breath, “Okay. But please understand why I didn’t tell you straight away.” “...I’ll try.” Charlie sat me up on her lap. “So you know how I said I was an author?” “Yeah. You said it pays enough from your last book.” “Well that bit is true. I just didn’t say just how well it pays.” “How much is ‘enough’ then?” “I’m worth... millions.” “Millions? But how?” “Because of the book I wrote. It may have made my name very popular and my book sold very very well.” “Malcolm thinks he knows who you are, you should have seen his face when he worked it out. Something about Rose Woods?” Charlie’s face scrunched up. “Oh fuck, Mal knows?” “Yeah but you know Mal.” “I guess. Just... no one else okay?” “Fine. But, how is this book so popular and how do you have power and influence and connections? Sure, a famous author can make a decent amount of money, but not the rest.” “I didn’t start out as an author. I... I’m an investigative journalist. You hear about Global Little Corporation?” “Yeah I know about GLC. Every little has. Shitty company that got shut down because it was testing stuff on littles and doing some really shady stuff to them.” “Well I was the one who got it shut down.” “How did you...?” She put her finger on my lips, silencing me. “No more questions sweetie, let me explain everything.” She took a deep breath. “I’m an investigative journalist, and before GLC I was just another nobody. I worked for some crappy little newspaper who stuck to reporting on littles beauty pageants and dog shows. I was going nowhere in that dead end job. It wasn’t until Catherine and Grace, my friends since high school, told me about some shit the company was pulling. They were middle management at that point, but had heard enough to get the company in hot water.” She fiddled with my dummy in her hands. She must have kept this to herself for a long time to be this nervous. “That’s when I realised I had my story right there. I could be the one to write about GLC. So I applied for some basic level job in the company and worked my way up, recording every fucked up thing they pulled. I worked my way up the ranks the same way Catherine and Grace did, by the time I was at their original position, they were regional managers.” “How did you do that in such a short amount of time?” “When you have two friends at a higher level than you, it helps.” “Ah. That makes sense.” “Anyway, I worked my way up, recording and documenting everything the company did without them knowing. To them I was just a model employee. I couldn’t take it to my old newspaper, they were a small time thing who wrote puff pieces. And I couldn’t go to any major newspapers, they were all connected to the higher ups in GLC. So I wrote a book.” “But wouldn’t they just prevent you from publishing it? They were one of the biggest companies in the country!” “Sure, but I had some resources to publish the books in small numbers at first. I sent it to every news organisation and also a copy to the authorities along with every piece of evidence they needed to shut the place down.” “If they had the money and resources, couldn’t they have just paid off the police?” “Oh believe me, they tried. But by releasing some of their secrets to the public, and more importantly, destroying a key piece of blackmail they had on a Judge whilst I worked there, I managed to get enough support to take them down. As retaliation for the blackmail, the Judge took down every single person in that company who was linked to all the shit they were doing, and anyone who was paid off. It was a national scandal.” “Yeah I remember hearing something about it.” “You don’t keep up with the news and you don’t read anything other than sci fi or fantasy books, so I figured you didn’t know much about it.” “But why keep this secret from me?” “Well, I didn’t want you to be intimidated by the money, but mainly... I saw a lot of bad things at GLC. Things that may haunt me for the rest of my life. I often saw into their labs... and... and...” Charlie started crying. “Charlie, no, it’s okay. I understand. I had heard some stories about that company, so if you say it’s worse than that... I don’t want you thinking about it. You must have seen some horrific stuff, it would have broken most people.” “After Dylan and everything with my parents, I just wanted to help littles in some way. And I figured I could take down the biggest offender, GLC.” “Charlotte, you did something no one else could have done. You have my eternal respect.” “I just didn’t want you to know such things were going on. You already spend so much of your life worrying about being adopted. I’d hate to make you worry about anything like that happening to you.” “Hey, I’ve got you now. So I’m safe. I know you’ll always protect me. I love you.” She blew her nose and gave me a huge hug. “I love you too sweetheart. I... I’m sorry for not telling you. First it was the money thing, then I saw how scared of the world you are.” “It’s okay. Seriously. I understand. It must have been difficult. Hell, I’m not sure anyone else would have managed all that. So anyway, you took the company down, the bad guys all got arrested and then what?” “I didn’t say they got arrested. Legally I’m not allowed to say what happened to them. They were taken care of though. So no one will come after me as revenge. But yeah, then publishers were lining up to publish my book on a much larger scale. My name was everywhere in the news. People wanted interviews.” “So how come everyone out in public, including Mal until recently, have no idea who you are?” “Because whilst I was working at GLC and under the book I went by a different name, a pseudonym, Rose Woods. And my picture was never shown anywhere. The only people who know who I really am are the Judge, the lead detective, Catherine, Grace, Gwen, Amber, and now you and Malcolm. Please keep it that way. Not even my parents know about me or my wealth.” “I will. Don’t worry. Still... I’m so proud of you.” “Thank you baby. Again, I’m sorry for keeping it from you.” “Shhh. No worrying about that. It’s all in the past.” “You shouldn’t be shushing your Mummy!” “I can if she starts worrying like I usually do, plus remember I’m still your girlfriend.” “And I am so lucky that you are.” I snuggled into her chest and put my arm over her. “So Mummy...?” I asked in my cutest, most ‘innocent-but-not-really’ voice. “Yes sweetheart?” “So just how wealthy are you?” “Wealthy enough to take you shopping tomorrow for some more baby things.” ========================================================== ?️‍?Happy Pride Month! ?️‍?Thought I'd start the celebration off with a special chapter that people have been looking forward to! Also I'm really happy to see so many replies and views so far, I wasn't expecting this to be so well loved, it is my first story after all! So thank you all, I really appreciate it, it means a lot to me ? And I hope you continue to enjoy the rest of the story (not even half way through it yet on here!) Thanks for reading, and I hope everyone enjoyed it. Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I really love reading everyone's comments and feedback and theories! One person guessed correctly when it came to Charlie's books, and that was Sofia ? I have to say though, a bunch of you guessed some of my other choices for her books. I originally considered making her be the author of a big series like this universe's HP or something. But ended up with this choice, which I admit took a bit to figure out the specifics, but I'm pretty happy with it and I hope people enjoyed the reveal. Also opens up a few more things for people to speculate on, especially seeing as so many of you have been mentioning Charlie's mother a lot! When I originally wrote this lot of chapters weeks ago, I never thought people would latch on to the parents thing so much! But because I do kinda enjoy being mean... you've got a little bit longer to wait for that. They've got a shopping trip first! Gonna take a couple of days to let my brain unwind after writing 5 new chapters in two days, so no writing or editing for me. Meaning next chapter Thursday!

Chapter 25: After Effects I must have been napping for a while, because it was now dark out as I opened my eyes. “Hello sweet angel.” Charlie said, peeking down at me. “H... hi. Umm... how long was I out?” “Well it’s seven now, so we better get that tummy of yours full with actual food... no more milk.” “I guess. What are we having?” “How about... hmm... a nice salad?” “Ewww! Give me the milk over that. I’m not touching that stuff!” “You really are a baby sometimes!” Charlie said, sticking out her tongue. “Hey, well I’m already dressed the part!” I stuck my tongue out in retaliation. The rest of the evening passed quite quickly, Charlie cooked some pasta dish for us both, we snuggled up on the sofa together and played video games, and because of the feeding earlier, I needed a couple of changes before we eventually went to bed. I was treated like an adult for the most part; although Charlie couldn’t resist some teasing and baby talk whilst she changed my messy nappy. It was nice after today to be an adult, but I couldn’t help but feel a small hint of regret that I couldn’t be little for longer. Something about it was just... right. The following day, I went to work dressed in a navy blue dress with white accents on the hem. I had a white hairband on, a dark blue cardigan and black mary janes. Now I wouldn’t say this outfit was particularly grown up, but it wasn’t particularly babyish either. At most, I looked like a well cared for little. Charlie had given me a lift to the shop, dropping me off just outside and giving me a kiss goodbye before driving off to some meeting or whatever. I guess I’ll find out later where she’s going exactly. I knew it would eat away at me all day, so I walked into the shop and decided to distract myself in my work. “Morning kiddo. How was the baby shower?” asked Malcolm upon seeing me. “Don’t fucking ask.” I replied. “That bad huh?” “Worse. I’ll tell you about it later. For now, let’s just get to work. Anything happen yesterday? Any potential leads?” “Nope. No littles capable of being saved. I swear it’s getting harder and harder for us. But hey, if Eve manages to master this whole fixing regressed littles thing, we could be a lot busier, so just be patient.” “Ugh. I guess.” I said as I started walking towards the back room. “Is that crinkling I hear? Someone a widdle padded pwincess?” Malcolm teased. “Look, shit happened, milk was involved... again. You know the drill.” Malcolm mimed his mouth being zipped up and smiled. “Hey Liv, mind flipping the closed sign on the shop? We may as well open up.” “Sure.” I walked over to the front door, crinkling the whole way, now super paranoid about how much noise my nappy was making. I flipped the sign on the door to open and started walking back when the door opened behind me. “Well hello there little cutie! And I’d recognise a waddle like that anywhere!” said a feminine voice. My feet froze to the floor, my head slowly turning to see a face I hadn’t seen in a while. ‘Oh shit. Why is she here? Why now? Should I run? Did she work it all out?’ I stared at the face of the woman who had kidnapped my friend Sam. It was Lauren. I hadn’t seen Lauren since that day at the coffee shop. She never came back to the shop, so I assumed she hadn’t worked anything out or made any progress in her missing littles case. Noticing I wasn’t alone with Lauren, I looked at the person listening in to our conversation, the little in her arms. She must have adopted another little to replace Sam, this time adopting a woman. “Oh... hey... Miss Lauren.” “Hi again little cutie. I see someone is thickly padded this time.” “I see you’ve adopted another little...” I said, trying to change the subject. “Oh, yes, this is little Stephanie. After the last ungrateful little brat, I figured I’d just adopt another and this time actually regress her so she can’t run away.” “Oh? Did... umm... Samantha escape?” I asked, coyly. I wasn’t sure how suspicious she was of me and this place regarding Sam’s escape, so I needed to play dumb about the whole thing. “Yeah, no big loss though. She probably won’t make it very far in life, I had her legs done.” I shuddered at the cruelty shown by this woman. She obviously didn’t care about Sam, or any little for that matter. She just saw us as disposable toys. “I was going to get the police to look into it all, but I had a last second change of heart. Figured it would just be easier to adopt another little and let Samantha die in some street or get adopted by someone who can fix her attitude problem.” I wanted to kill this woman. She was the typical heartless monster that most Amazons were. But I played nice and gave her my best fake smile. “How can I help you today Miss?” “You can help me... by being this little cutie’s baby sister! You’re obviously part way to being a baby with that nappy, I’m going to help you the rest of the way.” She lunged at me and I stumbled back, quickly turning on my feet and running for the back of the store. “I was here for a cute dress for my baby, but honestly why settle for paying for one, when I could adopt you and get you to make you both cute clothes?” “I don’t think so, you crazy bitch.” I shouted back at her. “Bitch? Oh you’ll regret that you little brat. Once I’ve finished with you you’ll never be able to speak to me like that again!” She ran towards me, reaching her hand out to grab me, when I felt a tug on the back of my dress. I was pulled back by large hands, dragged behind someone’s legs as they stood between me and this fucking monster. “Excuse me. What seems to be the problem here?” Malcolm was the one who grabbed me. He must have heard the commotion and come to my aid. Lauren stopped two feet in front of him and stood up straight, fixing her hair as the little in her arms started crying uncontrollably. “The problem, is that I was about to adopt this little baby and you have got in my way.” “I’m sorry Miss, but even if she wasn’t my employee and friend, you wouldn’t be able to adopt her anyway.” “And just why is that.” Lauren said, visibly annoyed. “Because she’s already been adopted. You’re too late. Her Mummy lets her work here during the day.” “Bullshit.” “Honest. A nice lady adopted her recently, but decided to let her carry on working here because she likes her designs. I can call her if you want?” “She shouldn’t be working, she should be in a nursery, babbling and chewing on her stuffies!” “Maybe you think that, but her Mummy wants her working here. You are free to do what you like with your little, but if you don’t cease this assault on my employee and owned little, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Malcolm said as he walked behind the counter and picked up the phone. “Ugh. Fine. I don’t want a crappy dress by this little brat anyway.” Her little was still crying, and the noise was obviously getting to her. “Shut the fuck up you little brat.” She screamed to her little. Lauren slapped the little across the face with the palm of her hand. I couldn’t help myself when I spoke up. “Fucking leave her alone you monster!” “Look you little shit, you may be adopted, but I’d be careful if I were you. Keep that mouth shut, or someone will fix it for you.” She quickly grabbed one of her little’s dummies and shoved it in my mouth. “Much better.” She said as she left the shop in a huff. I started panicking as I tried to remove the dummy in my mouth, the hypnosis working it’s magic on my ability to take it out. “Sorry about that kiddo. I think I’m going to call LSS on her anyway, that was clear abuse and I could see the bruises on that poor little woman’s body. Pretty sure we can’t save that little, but maybe LSS can find her a better home and that woman can be locked up.” I tried to call out to Malcolm but the dummy prevented me from doing so, whilst it wasn’t a locking one, it still filled the whole of my mouth, making it impossible to speak. Malcolm didn’t notice and carried on fixing the store after the incident. After a minute of trying to get his attention, he finally noticed the silence from me. “Hey Liv, you okay? You’re awfully quiet!” He turned round at me and saw that I still had the dummy in my mouth, my eyes pleading for him to take it out. “Just spit it out. It looks like a large dummy, not one of those locking ones or whatever.” “M MMMM” I yelled. “Liv? What’s up?” I pointed at the dummy, my panic getting worse and worse. “Do you need help getting it out? Is it stuck?” I shook my head back and forth, trying to get across the seriousness of this. Malcolm walked over and removed the dummy with no effort whatsoever. “Well it wasn’t stuck, and wasn’t a locking one.” “NO! BUT I WAS FUCKING HYPNOTISED SO THAT I COULDN’T REMOVE IT!” “Shit! When? How?” “At the fucking baby shower.” I was trying to catch my breath after the panic attack I had just gone through. “But Charlie is... Charlie seemed like a good person!” “It wasn’t her. It was a couple of her asshole ex-friends. They had some issue with me so decided to make me watch one of those fucking cartoons.” “Shit. How bad?” “Considering how bad it could have been? A walk in the park. Just means I have an oral fixation and...” “Unable to take a dummy out?” Malcolm cut me off, “Shit, I’ve heard of that one. Sorry Liv. I didn’t realise.” “It’s okay. I was going to tell you eventually. Wasn’t expecting Lauren to walk in first thing.” “Me neither. Just relax okay. I’ll go call Eve and see if she can come over and fix you.” “Charlie already called her yesterday. She’s coming in this afternoon. She said it may not be an easy fix, but it should be doable.” “See, I knew from the moment I met Charlie I’d like her!” “You like any woman with long hair and large breasts.” “I mean you’re not wrong.” Malcolm grinned. Work felt like it was lasting a lifetime as I waited for Eve to get here to fix this mess. I did a bit of work making some baby outfits for customers. I watched the clock tick by, trying my best to suppress the urges to go get a dummy and suck on it, instead replacing it with my pen. I was working on some personal designs when the back door opened. “Hi Olivia” said Eve. “Hey Eve!” I said, noticing she was alone. “No Zoey?” “Nah, she’s being babysat by Claire today so I can come in and help you. We’re going to need quiet if we’re going to sort this out. And you know how much of a little chatterbox she is.” “Haha, that she is. She doing okay though I hope?” “She is, thank you. She’s making lots of progress. I’m very proud of her, it must be so difficult for her to deal with everything that happened to her.” “Yeah I bet.” “Right, shall we get started? Why don’t you go sit down on the sofa over there and I’ll grab a chair.” I went and sat down and Eve grabbed a chair that was near to where I was working. Looking down at the designs I had just been working on, she looked up at me. “Oooh I like these designs. Are you planning on selling these?” “Umm... no. They’re... umm... personal designs.” “But they’re so cute and babyish! Look at all the little frills. And hey, if you’re getting me saying a baby outfit for littles is cute, you know you’re onto a winner.” She wasn’t wrong, she hated the idea of regressed littles. She hated babying any of us, even though she had a natural maternal side to her. So if she thought my designs were cute, that was the highest praise for me. “Thank you. But they’re not going to be for sale.” “Oh.... OH. D’awww! Does widdle Wivie wanna pway dwess up in these cute widdle clothes?” I blushed and grabbed a cushion to cover my face. “Haha, sorry Liv. Couldn’t resist. But seriously, Charlie will LOVE you in that if you do ever make it. It’s just so... you.” “...Thanks. I guess.” “Anyway, I won’t make you blush anymore. Let’s get this problem of yours sorted, shall we?” I nodded and straightened myself up. “Now, I understand you can’t remove a dummy from your mouth, and you have obtained an oral fixation that makes you want to put a dummy in, correct?” “Not just a dummy in.” I poked the nappy I was wearing through my dress. “Oh okay. So you ended up nursing from Charlie? Could you remove her breast at all?” “Yeah? I guess?” “Hmm. Right, well Liv, I have good news and bad news.” “Bad news first please.” “Okay then, bad news, it’s going to take me a few weeks to remove the oral fixation.” “Ah fuck.” “Language!” “Sorry Eve.” “Good girl. Now the good news is that because you’ve only been exposed once, I should be able to remove the dummy fixture thing. So whilst you’re going to feel the need to suck on a dummy, you’re at least going to be able to remove it yourself.” “Well that’s something I guess. How long will that take?” “That one’s going to be easy, I could have it done in an hour or two. If you had said you couldn’t remove your girlfriend’s breast from your mouth it would have ended up taking weeks too.” “Let’s just get started, please? I want this shit gone from my head.” Eve gave me that stern look again. “Sorry, stuff from my head.” Malcolm gave me a ride home, dropping me off at Charlie’s house. Before he got out to help me out of the car seat, he looked at me. “Liv, I can see something is eating away at you. It has all day. You may not notice, but I do. And I know it’s not the hypnosis thing or Lauren or whatever. You can talk to me.” I remembered that the talk with Charlie was tonight, she was going to tell me what she really does for a living. “It’s...it’s Charlie.” “What about her? She’s treating you right, you’re happy?” “Yeah yeah! Of course! Never happier... just...” “Oh boy. There’s a just. What’s up kiddo?” “She’s never told me part of who she is. Apparently according to her friends, she’s some big shot author who is wealthy and powerful.” “Wait, she is?” “Yeah, apparently. She managed to threaten two of her friends into backing down. And according to Amber, a little of a friend of hers, she makes even the people on the upper side of town look poor.” “Fuck. Who is she then? You shouldn’t be hiding any secrets or anything from each other, and that’s a pretty big one!” “I know, right?” “I’ve never recognised her, and I know you don’t read or watch the news, you’re completely oblivious to any current goings or famous people.” “Hey, I don’t trust those channels, too many traps waiting for littles! And I can’t exactly go out and buy the paper from the local shop!” “Charlotte...Charlotte... hmm... what’s her last name?” “Williams.” “No, can’t say I recognise that name. One second... What about her friends, what do they do?” “No idea really, I think they were some big shot corporate types. Now they mostly keep to themselves. But they must have been up to some shady shit if Charlie has dirt on them that could send them to jail.” “Jail? Damn. That must have been a big deal... wait... no, it can’t be.” “Can’t be what Mal?” “Unless she went under a different name...” “Unless who went under a different name?” Malcolm’s face dropped like he had just been told the secret to everlasting life. “Rose Woods... The one who wrote... that.” He kept mumbling to himself. “Who is she?” “Oh boy. I see why she didn’t want to tell you. I take back everything I said before. And I’m not saying anything to you; you need to hear this from her.” I walked up to the front door and pulled out the spare key Charlie had given me. After a lot of struggling trying to reach to get the key in, I managed to finally open the door and walk in, closing it behind me. I heard Charlotte moving about in the bedroom. “Liv? Is that you? You home?” I shoved my pink dummy in my mouth and shouted back at her. “Yeah! It me. I mished yoo!” Charlotte came running through to the living room in a panic. “Babe? What happened? Why do you have your dummy in?” I pulled out the dummy in front of her. “Oh Eve thank you so much. So it worked?” she asked. “...Kinda.” “Kinda?” “Couldn’t get rid of the oral fixation yet. But the rest is gone!” “Well that’s something I guess. Assuming she’ll be able to get the other eventually?” “That’s the plan.” “Good. Now you get that cute little butt over here, Mummy needs some snuggles. I missed you!” “Good, because I missed you too Mummy!” I waddled over into her arms and she picked me up snuggled me against her chest. I gave her the biggest kiss I could and nuzzled into her. All the worries about Charlie’s big reveal tonight just flew away, like they never existed. Something about all this just felt... right. Sure, I didn’t want to be a baby like all the other regressed littles. Sure, I didn’t want to lose my mind or my rights or my life. But here, in her arms, in a slightly wet nappy, suckling on my dummy and being rocked gently by the woman I love... I felt something that I had never felt my whole life. I felt... happy. ========================================================== Thanks for reading, and I hope everyone enjoyed it. Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I really love reading everyone's comments and feedback and theories! Done a bunch of writing the past couple of days so may try and take a day off tomorrow. Managed 2 more chapters today as well as editing this one to post, and I spent most of yesterday outlining and fully planning out my second story, one not set in the Diaper Dimension, which I'm really excited to start. I'll probably wait until I've finished this to start on that one properly, as I'm thinking of setting up a patreon for early access chapters (Don't worry, none of my work will be locked behind a paywall, but I may offer early access to chapters from my second story onwards if people are interested. Still figuring out this, but I'll keep people updated!). And also, you'll find out about Charlie next chapter, which should be posted on Wednesday or Thursday!

Curious to see how people react to this. If you tell me, I'll tell you. __________________________________ Chapter 38 Autumn days are good for letting the body take a rest. The cooler air reinvigorates, but it does so best when well rested and in no hurry. That first real autumn day, that intruder that doesn’t know it’s not quite time for clouds and cold, is a prime candidate for a rest day. Rebecca found Jamie asleep still, unusual for him, when she went into this room to wake him up, and he hadn’t assisted much in getting into something dry and warm. He opted to stay in his room and feel back asleep, and it was mid-morning when he stumbled into the living room with his hair sticking up, rubbing his eyes with one hand, and dragging his bear with the other. “Looks who’s finally awake ... sort of,” Amanda said upon seeing him. He was still in a sleeper and looked like he’d spent the night on a bender. “Where’s Mom,” he asked. His voice was dry and strained “Out running errands. Why?” “Just wondering.” “C’mere.” He shuffled over, and Amanda picked him up and put her hand to his forehead. “Do you feel okay? You’re not hot.” “No, I’m fine. Just tired.” “And wet. Let’s go take care of that and then get you some breakfast ... or lunch.” She carried Jamie back to his nursery and laid him on his changing table where he hugged his bear but participated in the change. “Manda, I, uh, don’t remember doing this.” “What? Wetting your diaper? You said a while ago sometimes you forget.” “Yeah, but I think I was asleep.” Amanda had initially been afraid Jamie would start to actually need diapers, but now it didn’t seem like such a big deal. What difference would make? He didn’t seem to care much anymore. “Does that bother you?” Jamie wasn’t sure if it bother him because he was so tired or not, and he wanted it to bother him, but that it didn’t bother him also didn’t bother him. “Not really,” he yawned. “Then I guess it’s a good thing you wear diapers to bed. Do want clothes, or are you good in your PJs?” “This is fine.” “Would you rather be eaten by one giant hamster or a thousand regular ones?” “Whatever we have.” “Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” “Yeah. It’s just the weather.” “Maybe some food with will wake you up. How about I cook something real?” She took Jamie to the kitchen and set him in his high chair with a sippy cup of water. “How about an omelette?” “With cheese?” “Do they come without cheese? I’ve never had one of those before. Sounds terrible.” Amanda raided the fridge and came up with ham, onions, peppers, mushrooms, and cheese. Jamie would have needed two hands to carry an onion. It still freaked him out a little. In short order, Amanda served up two omelettes and some toast. “Thank you. Good work,” Jamie said. “You, too.” “I didn’t do anything.” “You didn’t get it all over your face and clothes.” “I never do that,” he said indignantly. “You’re also never so spaced out.” She wiped his face for him anyway; she couldn’t help it. “Do I need to let the beast out?” “Huh?” “The tickle beast. He’s pretty good at getting you to wake up.” “No! I’m fine. See?” He opened his eyes wider and smiled, though he secretly hoped she’d ignore his plea. “We’ll see. Do you want to do anything?” “Not really.” “Then how about you come watch a movie with me in the living room?” First they collected Jamie’s set of blocks from his room. He hadn’t played with them in a while, and it seemed a good way to pass the time. Jamie wasn’t very good at just doing one thing while he watched a movie. He also took his bear; he hadn’t been carrying it around as much. “You’re kinda attached to that guy today.” “I just like him.” “Any more thought to giving him a name?” “Not really.” Amanda laid out a play blanket on the floor and arranged Jamie and his toys on and around it. She flipped through the channels until she found a movie she liked that was just starting. “What are we watching?” “Chick flick about a group of lifelong friends who go on a trip together.” “Think I’ve seen that one,” Jamie mumbled. Within twenty of the start of the movie, just as the group of friends was setting on their road trip, Amanda got down on the floor with Jamie. “What are we building?” “A ... castle.” “What kind of castle?” “Um, German romantic era.” “What’s that?” “There was this king named Ludwig who liked castles way after they stopped being useful, and he built a few in this exaggerated style more out of a storybook than history book.” “People must have liked that.” “He bankrupted his kingdom, and they found him floating in a lake.” “Good thing we don’t have lakes at home then.” She started by handing Jamie pieces. He’d place one, and she’d have the next waiting for him. He didn’t ask for any; she just picked the next one, her being the architect and him being the engineer. With a solid platform and base, Jamie spaced out the second tier so there was room between the uprights, making arrow slits or windows or maybe just a draft German romantic-wannabe-medieval castle. Or perhaps French or English. He couldn’t tell. “Where are they going,” Jamie asked. “To a cabin their families used to rent together during the summer.” “Why do they have such big hair?” “That was the style twenty years ago. Maybe we can find some pictures of Mom from back then, if she hasn’t burned them all.” The next tier went back to pieces flush against one another. It was tall enough now to start being delicate. Jamie was taking longer to place the pieces, spending more time watching the movie. “Jamie?” “Oh, sorry.” He took a triangle piece and laid it along the top edge of the upper tier. “Why is that one mad at everyone?” “She’s not, really. She’s mad because her friends were right when they told her not to marry her husband.” “Oh.” Jamie scooted back so he was resting against the couch, leaving Jamieberg unfinished. He was absorbed in the movie. Amanda left and came back with salty snacks; she knew how to watch movies. She sat on the floor and put Jamie in her lap. The group relived their younger days, splashing in the lake, sharing beds, staying up after dark talking, eating way too much junk food, flirting with random men, drinking too much, skinny dipping, gossiping, all interspersed with moments of pathos as the women talked about their husbands, exes, kids, careers, lack of careers, and aging parents, all as the one who seemed to be the leader reminded everyone to keep the mood light. Jamie had seen this before, except the actors were human, it was set at the ocean/mountains/farm instead of the lake, and it took place at Thanksgiving/Christmas/Labor Day. But he still got deeper into it. Amanda was finishing the bowl of snacks herself. Mid-scene, Amanda felt something warm and different on her leg. She cocked her head and looked at Jamie from an angle, but he was focused on the screen. Does he know he’s doing that, she wondered. The sensation stopped. “Are you done?” “When the movie’s over.” “What?” “I want to see the end.” “Okay.” It wasn’t much longer; his pants could wait. Amanda shifted him off her lap. She’d seen the movie many times. The castle needed a roof. She returned to work. The women were all asleep when one of them called out for help. Her friends found her in the bathroom on the tile. She couldn’t stand up. Jamie was alarmed; they called an ambulance. In next scene, the group was having a sedate breakfast. The one woman had been released from the hospital; everyone looked tired and teary. The one who had gone to the hospital told them to cheer up. Another smacked the table with her fist and got angry. How could she say that? This was happening, and she couldn’t ignore it anymore. The leader tried to intervene. The sick woman got angry back. Who was she telling? This was happening to her! She didn’t want their last day at the lake to be about that! The group split up, some going to pack, others going to walk by the water, some to call their kids and others to talk with one another behind closed doors. The day was grey and misty and they were all wearing sweaters instead. Jamie didn’t like that they were fighting, or that the woman was sick. What was happening to her? Amanda decided her castle needed towers. The woman who got angry and the woman who was sick were on the dock together. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have ... this is your weekend. It’s our weekend. I’m just sorry we waited until now to do this. It’s life. People get busy. People grow apart. We said we wouldn’t. I guess that makes us all liars. Just people. I don’t know how you can be so calm about it. What’s the alternative? Go to pieces? Get angry? Yeah. Well, I did get angry. But I still have kids who need a mom for ... for ... as long as ... They both started crying, sitting on a bench looking at the water. Not big, melodramatic tears. The kind that run in long trails down cheeks until they reach your chin and form into drops that fall loose as you work to hold in a sob or a scream or a wail. They got themselves under control. I’m just glad we could this one more time. We were so happy here. Didn’t think it ended. Couldn’t ... apply the idea of aging to ourselves. Remember that? That we’d never be as old as our parents? That we’d always be hound and beautiful and never have bills to pay. It seemed like it last so long. It was like forever. Weeks just ... they went on forever. So did this place. Ten days here was like the entire summer. I don’t remember it being such a dump. I don’t think they’ve painted a thing since we were here last. Should have brought the kids up here. You took them lots of places. They’ll remember those forever. Yeah, but ... I don’t know. This place just seemed special. It is. We’ll ... we’ll bring them up here. Next summer. The sick woman started crying again. I can’t ... it’s not fair to them. They shouldn’t ... they should get to have their mom. The castle was missing crenellations. The sick woman leaned over until her head was in the other woman’s lap. She stroked her hair and wiped at her own tears, trying to not sound like she was crying, too. They’ll have us. Always. All of us. The sick woman sobbed so hard the sound carried across the lake. Her friend bent down and rested her cheek on her hair, not trying to hide her own tears. The rest of them heard from their rooms and watched from the deck. The scene faded and the credits rolled. But there was still crying in the room. “Jamie? Oh, baby,” Amanda said as she turned over her shoulder and saw Jamie full on sobbing, complete with chest-wracking heaves and a runny nose. “Honey,” she said as she picked him up an laid him faced down against her chest. “It’s just a movie. Shhh. You’re okay.” He sobbed into her shirt. He couldn’t help himself. He felt ridiculous, but he couldn’t help himself. She rocked him and let him cry it out until he was just sniffling. The door from the garage opened, and Rebecca came in. Jamie was still gasping for the occasional breath, his eyes were red and puffy, his PJs and Amanda’s shirt were a wet mess, and Amanda was still rocking shushing Jamie. “What happened,” Becky asked in concern. “We watched ‘Lake Island Resort And Boat Rental.’” “Oh, geez. Why not just show him a kitten being euthanized?” She bent over and held out her arms, and Amanda handed her Jamie. He laid against her but was done crying. Now he was tired again. “He liked it until the last ten minutes.” “Everybody likes it until the last ten minutes.” She patted his diaper and twitched her nose. “Are you done, baby?” “I still need to add the outer fortifications,” Amanda answered.