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Chapter 105: Leaky BETH LOOKED AT the three professors who walked in and then felt a little queasy as the room seemed to spin and reorganize. Their tables now looked down into a depression-like bowl in the middle of the room, where a projector was clearly ready to start showing the group clips. The first one started, and she couldn’t help but shake her head as the group had only used the chocolate syrup and coated the chain with the substance. They ‘flogged’ a bare-backed member with it, making a poor attempt at making it seem like he was bleeding. With each clip being thirty seconds to a minute in length, there was a pretty quick clip of clips. The first one she saw from her group featured Harper stabbing Madelyn. “Sick!” she heard someone from a group nearby exclaim. Some of the other groups murmured approval as Madelyn lay bleeding, and the effect turned out pretty stellar with Will’s fantastic camera work. There was a pause, and then they next showed the gun scene, which was equally successful. A couple of groups had also figured out the improvised squib method. Still, lacking Will’s eye, the shots didn’t entirely sell the effect. She counted that they had to have finished nine of the twelve required clips when the shot she’d first come up with was shown. She smiled as the camera followed the train down the tracks towards the defenseless car. “That was kind of smart! Why didn’t we…?” She heard someone from the adjacent studio ask before the flash powder went off. “What the hell? I thought you said we couldn’t use CGI, Professor?” the producer from Studio Two complained. “They didn’t,” Professor Wyler laughed. “You all had the ingredients to make the same effect!” “I told you we should have done something with the powder!” Someone in Studio Four grumbled. They watched something that looked almost identical to the chains being used to ‘draw blood’ from around the neck of a girl being ‘choked’ with them. “That’s actually kind of creative,” she heard someone in their group say. She counted the twelfth clip being played and heard, “One group managed a bonus clip. We’re going to go ahead and play it, too. I’ll let the judges decide if it should be counted or not,” Professor Wyler said. Beth knew the only clip that hadn’t been shown yet was the chain one with Charlotte. It had looked cool just watching it from her angle off to the side, but she had to admit it looked even better on camera! “Whoa,” someone said. “Beth, good job!” Charlotte told her, “We’re the only group that came up with the explosive!” “How did you know about that, anyway?” Carly asked, turning curiously as they watched the judges deliberate. Beth blushed, “My chemistry teacher in high school liked to make chemistry fun. He would invite you to an advanced chemistry party once a quarter if you were willing to go the extra mile on some of the homework. He’d show us tricks like that. I’m surprised I remembered those two would react like that.” Charlotte hugged her, “The best thing ever is having you two in our group!” “I think most people forget about the ancient ways of doing effects since they can just use a computer now,” Will said. “Wait, you never do things like this?” Carly asked, a bit shocked. “Why would we? It’s pretty messy and a bit dangerous?” Owen said. “Huh,” Carly said. “We still use those techniques back home. Although I wouldn’t have known the proper method or mix of those two powders.” A few minutes later, Professor Wyler shook the other professors’ hands, and they left the studio. He smiled at the class, “Overall, I felt like you did pretty good for an intro class. There are some more complicated effects that you could have done. Still, one group did well enough for an even more experienced group. Without further ado, here are the scores,” he said. I WATCHED AS a table of results showed in the air before us. “As you can see, Studio Three would have beaten you without the bonus clip, but the judges felt that half points should be awarded for that. We will give them ten thousand times their score in budget dollars for their win. For the non-math filmmakers, that’s 3,350,000 more dollars into their account.” He smiled at us as he spoke to their group. Turning to the group beside them, “Studio Four, you had some nice moments, and your third clip, in particular, was much better than most. You win second place, which’ll be seventy-five hundred times your score; 1,972,500 more dollars. Studio One, five thousand times your score, 1,265,000 dollars added. Studio Two, you won our previous contest, but as the last-place finish, you’ll only get twenty-five hundred times your score; 592,500 dollars.” Beth smiled as she saw the group who had beaten them for their script at the bottom. She turned to Carly, figuring she would think likewise, but she was frowning slightly. “What’s wrong?” She whispered. “They aren’t the right group for my script; it’s going to be terrible!” Beth winced, knowing she was probably right. She reached over and squeezed her shoulder as Professor Wyler wrapped up the class. “You two are working on editing today?” Charlotte asked them. Beth nodded, “Hopefully, we’ll make a little faster progress today.” “Great! We’ll let you two get to it. I’m going to talk with the rest of the group about wrapping up some things for the paper he wants turned in on the process, too. Why don’t you two get to work in the editing studio?” “Sounds good,” Carly said. Beth placed her hand on her short girlfriend’s head and led her to the door. JUST BEFORE WE reached the door, I heard, “Wait up!” I turned to see one of Studio Two’s members approaching us. “Yes?” I asked. “Look, I know this is a competition, but is there any way you could come help us as the screenwriter sometime this week? To be honest, we’re in over our heads, and I don’t have a clue how to get us going right again.” She paused and added, “By the way, I’m Abby.” “Carly,” I said. “Umm… is your whole group onboard with this help idea?” She looked nervous, “I haven’t asked?” I sighed, “Trade numbers with me; maybe we can work something out tomorrow or Thursday. We have a full plate with editing right now, though?” She looked a little down from that but nodded, “Okay, here.” When we were away, Beth said, “You’re not going to do it, right?” I shrugged, “I kind of hate to see my film go bust?” “Just take it home with you and film it there. Trust me; nothing good will come of helping them?” I sighed, “I doubt I even have time! Let’s get to the studio and get to work here?” She nodded and ran her hand over my shoulder, bringing me closer even as she walked beside me. I was growing increasingly in love with her, and the simple physical gestures were comforting! I leaned into her side as we reached the large door, and she opened up the studio, noting Nikki taking a seat on a nearby bench after quickly peeking inside. Beth and I felt relief as the lights turned on automatically, and we didn’t see someone like Kelly waiting for us! ‘Going to take a while to get past that,’ I admitted. Beth lifted me onto the center chair again, and we got to work! Looking at the time, I saw I had about three and a half hours to work before I needed to get dinner and head to the dorm. “How long of this footage will we use before we move into the dialog?” Beth asked me as I was working on finding some clips of the agitated meeting at the beginning of the first real scene. “I figure let’s experiment with what feels right, and then we may need to tweak it to fit whatever music gets added in the background.” She nodded at that and watched as I worked to assemble the clips. It was a fine line between interesting and boring, based on how long those clips were; I took a first guess and then brought up the best take of the meeting with Charlotte, leading off on her lines. Mostly, the first scene then involved just cutting between closeups of characters. Still, at times, it felt right to show all of the participating characters on screen in a wider view, too. The meeting scene was fully set as a rough cut in a half-hour as it was pretty straightforward what we were looking for. “So what did you find out at the doctor?” she asked me as I moved a clip into the timeline that showed a nice shot of Charlotte and Sophie both in the frame as they spoke. I sighed and moved my eyes around the room. “It’ll have to wait until we’re somewhere else?” She gave me a look but then pulled something out of her bag. It was an item that looked like a makeup compact. She manipulated something on it and said, “We can talk here now?” “What is that?” “Something your grandmother gave me last weekend?” “Why do you get the cool toy?” I complained, slightly jealous. She giggled, “I actually said you’d be jealous, but she pointed out you have less privacy in your nest. She was worried someone would want to take a better look at it?” I was annoyed but nodded, “She’s probably right. It blocks recording?” “All outgoing signals, recording devices, and a couple other things, apparently?” She shrugged. “Anyway, quit stalling? Is the news really that bad?” I shrugged, “Well, it wasn’t good… but I guess it was more odd?” “Odd?” I sighed, “You’re sure that’s secure?” She nodded, “You can ask your grandmother?” I shook my head, “Okay, so apparently, there’s a reason for the LittleGo Plus nanites being so resilient?” I said. “Why?” “My mom and your dad?” “Huh? They never went out?” I laughed, “No, apparently my mom gave your dad some nanites after an… incident with your mom?” “An incident?” “Not sure you really want to hear this one?” “Now I have to?” “You asked for it,” I told her. “Apparently, your mom and dad were dating and had their first night of… love… together at a hotel. Your dad was exploring her body and ended up with a mouthful of milk?” Her ashen face made me almost giggle. “But that’s…” “Dangerous?” I responded. “Yes, and apparently both were scared by it. Your dad apparently came clean to my mom, and she did one of her ‘smart’ things then.” “Smart?” I nodded, “So my mom is a genius—like a super-genius, really - but she sometimes has zero common sense. She’s like a mad scientist and makes some amazing leaps and developments with technology… but she doesn’t always foresee the problems she’s going to cause down the road. This was one of those times she was trying to make it to where your dad wouldn’t become incontinent or addicted if he started nursing more regularly.” “That is really gross to think about,” she said, “But I actually remember Dad doing that when I was little.” “Really?” I asked in surprise. “They would play around sometimes still?” She said, “I’m definitely not trusting this device enough to say more here, though.” “I thought you trusted it?” I asked. “I don’t trust any place but Amanda’s house for that conversation. Ask me this weekend. So anyway, what did your mom do that was so bad?” I shrugged, “Nothing to your dad, but apparently, when your grandmother kidnapped your parents, there was a scientist who drew some of your dad’s blood to figure out why their treatments weren’t doing anything to him. He kept a sample of the nanites even after the company was taken over. He used those nanites as a template when he moved on to another company.” “So?” “So the nanites I have are descendants from your dad’s, which means my mom is at fault here,” I said. “I’m hoping at some point she can help me turn those off at least. Maybe then the original ones can eat away at that stupid protein.” As if to emphasize the reason, I suddenly realized my diaper was leaking. “Cr…aggy…” I said, thinking to stop saying the word ‘crap’ just in case someone was listening. “What’s wrong?” “I’m leaking…” “Oh,” I watched Beth grab my bag and look around. There was a clear area of the floor nearby, “Come on, it might not be bad enough that you need to switch your jumper yet?” I blushed, “In here?” “Less people here than in the women’s restroom?” She reminded me. I sighed, climbed down, watched as she dug through my bag without thinking of my privacy, and grabbed a diaper, wipes, and changing pad stashed inside. After laying the changing pad out, she patted it. I followed her direction of lying down on it, even as I pulled my uniform skirt upwards and out of her way. Beth knelt beside me and quickly opened the poppers to the onesie shirt underneath, remarking, “Ugh… Carly, you can’t put this back on…?” “Am I that wet?” I asked her nervously. She nodded, “Yeah, the bottom of this is soaked. Sit up for a second, and let me look at your skirt…” She lifted me to an upright position, rocking me down on the soaked diaper still taped to my bottom. I felt her pull the jumper skirt up before she sighed, “Did you pack a spare uniform?” I nodded, “Grandma insisted I pack a spare in there?” I nodded to my bag. “It’s in that bottom zippered compartment?” I gestured for her to hand me the bag, but instead, she just went through it and found the spare onesie and jumper. She pulled out the pink waterproof wet bag Grandma had insisted on loading in the bag with the spare clothes the other night. “Arms up!” She told me a second later, and I felt her lift the jumper and onesie off in one go, briefly getting caught up in the gigantic bow in my hair. It pulled a bit and stung, “Ow,” I complained. “Oh, stop being a baby,” she said. She seemed to immediately regret it, “Sorry… umm…” “It’s okay; just change me, and let’s get this over with?” She stuffed the soaked uniform in the wet bag before pushing me back on my back. The scritch of the tapes being pulled off was loud in the quiet room then, and I blushed from realizing she would again be seeing me naked. She was quick but thorough as she wiped me clean, making sure to get the upper part of my legs where the diaper had leaked, too. After helping me into the new onesie blouse, she snapped the buttons closed. Beth then held the new jumper over my head and straightened the bow on my head before we resumed working on the film. We’d completed our rough cut of scenes one through four by the time we left the editing room. Before we left she checked my diaper and suggested, “You probably should get changed after dinner?” “Probably,” I said. “Hopefully not for the reason of last night?” “Last night?” “I left you, and not long after that, it really needed changed.” She hugged me and picked me up, saying, “Sorry, Carly. I wish I could help!” Beth kissed me on the lips before leaving me on her hip as we opened the studio door and had our shadow of Nikki again. After a lot of arm twisting, Nikki sat at our table for dinner that night. Without much time, I scarfed down the giant half of a hamburger with some fries before they walked me to Sanders Hall. I went to my nest while they went back to her dorm. I was able to make it into the nest without leaking. Still, almost immediately before I was going to ask Lilly to change me, I found my body crouching and placing another smelly load into my diaper. I felt a tear in my eye, as I knew I would have to accept that I had given up my continence to be a girl. ‘Mostly without regrets,’ I thought to myself. I stood there momentarily, even trying to push some more to get myself cleared out. That didn’t seem to work, though, and I knew it had to be related to the signal loss in my nervous system. With a sigh, I walked to Lilly’s door and to where she sat at a desk, working on her homework. She sniffed before turning around and saying, “Guess you need a change, huh?” “Please?” I asked, looking forward to a clean bottom! “The other girls will be getting in the tub, but since you’re swimming in the morning, we’ll wait until then. Go ahead and switch to your jammies,” she suggested after putting a fresh diaper on me. “Okay,” I said and soon found a different pair of pajamas Aunt Bella had made for me out of some satin material. The top was loose, so you could see my diaper if I bent the wrong way. I just shrugged, though. From here on out, I doubted anyone would be surprised to see a diaper on my rear! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading!!! Please press the 'Like' Button and leave a comment! Last week was one of my toughest in the real world in a looooooooooong time unfortunately, so I've been stuck at Chapter 124. I actually followed a thread of plot in that chapter and deleted it this morning so I can try again. 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Howdy all… so sorry for the long long wait. A lot has been happening with the start of the new year. Was busy with work, then got my new lease, the apartment I’ve been in for 4 years decided to price themselves out of my tax bracket all of a sudden which was fun🙃. Loved that and loved house hunting and moving even more🤮. Finally got caught up with some work and was feeling inspired to write. I tried to make this an extra long chapter to make up for my sudden disappearance and long wait. It’s a little more XX but those of you who have made it this far into the series have probably come to expect that at this point. I wish I could figure out how to update the topic board title to let everyone know that this new chapter is up but I’m a little forum incompetent… anyways I hope you all enjoy, again, terribly sorry for the wait. Chapter 22 Max and Elizabeth Max was back to his insane driving habit but Elizabeth didn’t really mind. The strap between her legs holding the cooled diaper against her was doing wonders for her sex drive, she just hoped Max was ready to pounce as soon as they got back to his place. His eyes said enough to let her know that was the case, the driving reflected that he was more so in a focused hurry than he was about enjoying the car's performance. Elizabeth wasn’t really sure how long the drive was from the theatre as she could barely focus on much more than Max and the strap assaulting her diaper between her legs with the aggressive driving manoeuvres he was performing. It didn’t feel like a long drive though before Max was pulling up to a secluded gated driveway outside of the city limits. The driveway was long and it only added to the anxiousness Elizabeth was feeling. Finally the house came into view but more realistically the mansion that Max lived in. It was almost castle-esque in appearance with its sturdy stone exterior but had some modern takes on it. There was a detached garage that they pulled into before Max exited the vehicle and walked to the front and retrieved her purse and his blazer before coming around to her side. He opened the door and made quick work of stripping the harness away before offering her a hand to help her out. She rose out of the car and looked around the garage. There were several more sports cars in different colours and manufacturers in the garage along with a few large luxury SUVs. Elizabeth started to get a grasp on Max’s wealth. Max released her hand once she was out of the car but left it hanging in the air, palm up waiting for something to be placed in it. “Your dress, hand it over.” He commanded in a no nonsense deep voice. “I… I can’t.” Elizabeth blushed and held her palms against the fabric. “Can’t what?” Max said, a domineering demeanour taking over now that they were actually alone. She knew what he was going for now as she looked down at his open hand. “I can’t, daddy.” Elizabeth blushed even more as she quietly whispered her response, correcting herself. If she had been looking up, she would have seen the devious smile across his face. “I see, so I guess I will need to help you out of it then. It's a shame really.” Max said as he set her purse down and released his blazer to fall to the clean epoxy garage floor. He took one step forward and put his hands on her shoulders and in a quick and powerful movement spun her around to face the car she had just exited. He pushed her over onto the roof of the car and took hold of the back of her dress. The fabric tore easily in his large hands, the zipper being destroyed in the process. “There, not so hard was it? My little Lizzie.” Max said as Elizabeth was still a little stunned at the action. As she rose from the car, the tattered dress fell to her ankles leaving her in just her undergarments and diaper. “Much better.” Max commented as he took in the sight, his eyes devouring her body as she bashfully stood there looking away. There was some fear that Bethany would kill her for destroying the dress but Max’s forwardness had her burning up even more. “I’ve sent all of the help home for the evening so it’s just going to be us here for the night.” Max said as he leaned over to retrieve the items he had dropped and turned around to leave the garage. Elizabeth was nervous to follow him out of the garage into the open, the safe privacy of the garage would be taken away outside but he was already a few paces in front of her. He paused briefly to look over his shoulder and asked in a voice that was more of a command than a question “are you coming?” Elizabeth put herself in motion to catch up to him. He held out his hand for her and she took it as she was led across the courtyard to the house. The cool night air tickled her skin and she quickly had goosebumps forming, also partially generated from her excitement. Being led around by the hand by Max and his overpowering presence had her in throws of submission. It wasn’t a feeling she had ever felt before, being submissive as she was right now. Bethany had power over her with the LCU but that didn’t make her feel submissive like Max did. She wanted to be called a good girl and be his good girl, she wanted to be happy and him to be happy. It was a strange feeling that would require more digesting. They approached the front door and Max released her hand to push open the twin folding doors that just added to the castle vibe with their heavy wood and iron construction. He stood off to the side to let Elizabeth enter with a gesture to welcome her in. As she stood in the main entrance room Max closed the doors. The warm air helped relax the goosebumps to some extent. She looked around, it was a little dimly lit that matched the masculine and powerful personality of Max. There was a spiral staircase on either side of the front foyer with heavy wrought iron railings. She turned a little to take in the room before her eyes came to him. “Welcome to my house. I’d say I’d give you a tour first but we both know that isn’t necessary at the moment.” Max said with a smirk as his eyes lingered on the yellow padding between Elizabeth’s legs. “First we should take care of that though.” Elizabeth blushed as Max took her hand to guide her again. She was expecting to be led up the stairs to where she assumed the bedrooms would be but with her eyes locked to the floor in embarrassment, she didn’t realise she had been led past them. Instead Max guided her to a secret door underneath the stairs. She finally looked up when she took her first step downwards instead of up like she had thought. Max was focused forward and just gave her hand a little pull to encourage her to follow. She complied and followed him down the stairs. The stairs were quite long as they spiralled downwards into what Elizabeth was suspecting to be the basement. They came to another door and Max placed his palm in the centre, a soft beep followed by the sound of heavy locks disengaging before the door swung open for them. Elizabeth looked into the room not knowing what to expect aside from prison cells of a castle dungeon as she was led into the large room. Dungeon was the correct terminology, just more so sex dungeon. There was a large canopy style bed facing the door that caught her attention first and she could feel a draw towards it. She desperately wanted to embrace Max on that bed. It was dark hardwood with crimson red sheets and black pillows. If she had to put what the room looked like to her it would be the complete opposite of a nursery. Where a nursery was brightly lit and covered in playful colors and soft things, this room was dimly lit to set the mood with dark colours and adult things. There was a bevy of furniture around the room whose purposes Elizabeth could only guess at. Most of the items were covered in D-rings or straps, padding over hard surfaces to protect whoever was bound to them. ‘I’ll be bound to them!’ Elizabeth thought internally as she looked back to Max who had led her to what appeared to be an Amazon sized changing table. Her jaw almost dropped as she looked over the black changing table, she had never seen an Amazon changing table. “So, do I need to destroy the rest of your clothes or are you going to undress yourself properly this time?” Max asked with a raised eyebrow as his eyes continued to roam her body. Elizabeth blushed heavily and shook her head no with “I… I can undress myself…Daddy.” Max nodded his approval, glad she was catching on so quickly. She pulled the straps of the bra off her shoulders and reached behind her back and undid the clasp. She turned her eyes away from Max as she let the bra slide down her arms exposing her chest. Luckily the LCU didn’t see reaching for the waistband of the tights as an attempt to remove her diaper as she pushed them down her legs, kicking off the heels after she got the hose to her feet and undid the straps. She had gained a little confidence from Max’s gaze, it felt good having his eyes on her despite being in a wet diaper that she had created. She spun around to face the changing table. “So this is what has been keeping you away from your diaper and under your sister’s thumb.” Max said as he approached her back, eyeing the LCU panel stuck between her shoulder blades. Elizabeth nodded silently as Max traced the small box with a finger. His contact sent a shiver down her spine. “It’s called the Little Control Unit. Bethany works for a tech firm that designed it and is the project manager for the testing. It’s not on the market yet but should be soon. If you look closely you’ll see a bunch of adhesive stickers around my body that shock me when I go against any command that she gives me.” Elizabeth explained. “Very interesting, I will have to talk to your sister about this more. Being a distributor, that’s just the kind of thing my clients would like.” Max said as he straightened back up a bit. “Now onto the changing table with you.” He commented before he easily gave her a little lift onto the padded surface of the table. Bethany blushed as she laid down and sunk into the cushion a little, the faux leather clinging to her skin. ‘This is it, I’m going to be changed by my crush, practically a stranger I met today, into a clean diaper.’ She thought as she adjusted a little. Max reached under the table and produced a black blindfold. “I’ve noticed my little fox has been struggling with keeping her eyes open so maybe this will help.” He said as he slid the blindfold over her eyes. The new pet name resonated with Elizabeth, it was cute but not as insulting as some little animal like ‘kitten’. With the blindfold taking away her sight she wasn’t really sure what to do but her other senses stepped up a notch. She could hear Max’s slow breathing as if he were right next to her ear and her own heartbeat was almost deafening with the excitement. “If I’ve learned something tonight, it’s your inability to follow orders and keep your hands away from your diaper.” Max said in a logical voice as he opened another drawer under the table. Elizabeth heard some light jingles before she felt something wrap around her wrist and then be pulled tight. The same thing happened to her other wrist and then her ankles, finishing off with her thighs. She knew they were padded leather cuffs and the jingle had to be their steel rings. “How much experience with bondage do you have?” Max asked patiently. “I.. I’ve experimented a little before… daddy.” Elizabeth blushed with her reply. “Then we will start off light tonight then.” He said before he pulled her wrists above her head and clipped them into the table. Her legs were lifted and straps attached to the cuffs. She knew she was now in a similar position to what she had done to Ashley, the biggest difference being her legs were straight up in a split V above her head. His hand moved to the first tape, she flinched a little expecting the LCU to give her a shock but it seemed safe and the command that allowed anyone but her access to her diapers was effective. Time seemed to slow to an almost stand still as he popped each of the tapes until finally she felt the diaper being pulled open. “My my, you almost maxed out the capacity on this one, it’s a good thing you had it.” Max commented as Elizabeth felt it slip out from under her. A fresh diaper was slid underneath her rear shortly after the spent one was pulled away. To Elizabeth it felt a bit different, she couldn’t tell if it was thicker or if it was just because it was dry, she didn’t have the experience with diapers to immediately tell. “We wouldn’t want you making a bigger mess while we play and at your pace, I’m a bit worried you won’t be able to hold your dinner in. It's best if we plug this up.” Max commented as he opened another drawer. Elizabeth felt something extremely cold and smooth at her back entrance. It only took a light bit of pressure for the metal plug to slip inside her. Despite being inside of her it didn’t seem to be acclimating to her body temperature and remained cold as a constant reminder of its presence as Max smeared lotion around her hips and over her smooth mound. Max began to play with his easy access. First his fingers began to circle her extremely sensitive clit. It really only took one pass to have her pulling at her bonds and moaning. “You better not cum without permission from this point onwards.” Max said in his commanding voice as he continued. “Yes… daddy.” Elizabeth responded through laboured breaths. She was struggling however, she had been in max level horniness since the theatre and just his few light touches had her so close to the edge. She couldn’t remember a time before where she had been this turned on. “Can I please daddy?” She managed to beg through laboured breath after a particularly good pass over her fun button. “Please what? I don’t know what you’re asking for if you don’t tell me.” He responded after drawing his hand away. Elizabeth couldn’t see the smile on his face but his tone of voice gave it away entirely. She knew he knew what she meant but she felt extremely bashful and timid laying there on the changing table. Her cheeks were rosey red and she turned her head to the side and shut her eyes behind the blindfold. In a voice barely above a whisper she managed to form the words “may I please cum…daddy?” After a pause with no response, Elizabeth wasn’t entirely sure if he was still even there next to here. “I think I can allow that.” Came the response finally. Her body shuddered at the words, knowing exactly what was to come. He made a few more passes that kept the fire going before she felt something press between her legs. It wasn’t very large but was bulbous and clearly made of a velvety rubber. The action itself brought forth just a minor climax, nothing in comparison to the earth shattering release she had been building up to but a release nonetheless which helped relieve some of the pent up frustration. Her body gave a little involuntary shudder as she clenched her teeth tightly. “Oh, we need to be careful with your teeth, wouldn’t want my little fox to chip a tooth accidentally.” Max commented seeing her clenched smile as she gave a few pants. A moment later she felt some press against her lips and against her better judgement she found her mouth opening almost automatically to accept. Not to her surprise, she felt the silicone nipple of an Amazon sized pacifier gag slide into her mouth and pin her tongue down. A strap was brought around the back of her head and buckled. It was almost involuntary but she felt her mouth give a few gentle suckles to the pacifier, causing the shield to move back and forth against her lips. “If I had brought this with me earlier you would have enjoyed yourself at the restaurant a bit more, but I didn't know exactly where this was going or how much of a little fox you were.” He spoke as his fingers returned to push the object deeper into her sex. She could feel a narrow tail outside that curled up over onto her pelvis and had some idea of what he had just put inside of her. She had seen remote controlled vibrators online before, had even been intrigued by some amateur pornos of people using them in public at restaurants which made her blush even more. She felt something being pressed into her hand above her head, it was small and plastic and her thumb could feel little raised buttons. It was the remote for the vibrator inside of her now. His hand remained in hers as he gently helped guide her thumb to one of the buttons. “This button is to decrease the speed.” He commented as he used her thumb to press the button. She jumped a little in surprise as the vibrator kicked to life at a very low hum. He readjusted his hands and her thumb to the other button she could feel on the remote. “And this button increases speed.” He said as he used her thumb to click up twice on the remote. The vibrator picked up speed dramatically and Elizabeth had to fight to suppress a loud moan, the pacifier helping to muffle the lewd noises her body was trying to make. “Now, you’re not allowed to cum until I finish with your diaper change. I have a second remote myself, we will play a little game. For every click in either direction you go, I will click twice in the opposite direction at my discretion. So if you click down to reduce the intensity, I might immediately click up twice in the opposite direction. Likewise if you click up hoping that I reduce the speed by two clicks I might wait a few minutes to make the change, I will be busy changing your diaper after all. Just a friendly little game where we both get to be the winners. You get to make cummies in your diaper, and I get to watch my little fox enjoy herself.” Max explained. “If you make it through the diaper change, you can come spend the night in bed with me, free of the diaper for the evening. If not… I have a very special crib for you.” The rules of the game were still being analysed in Elizabeth’s head, it was much more complex than she originally thought. The reward and penalty caveats that Max explained at the end also had dramatic differences and the vibrator running between her legs was making it hard to focus. She was also contemplating which route was the actual reward. Clearly, winning was a reward for her, but on the same hand losing was a reward for Max, and she so desperately wanted to make him happy. She figured she’d just play the game and win or lose she’d be winning in the grand scheme of things. “We’ll begin now.” Max said. Almost immediately she clicked up on the vibrator. “Interesting first move, I’ll indulge you since you’ve been holding out already during the explanation.” He clicked down twice for her. She let out a little sigh of relief as the stimulation came down to a much more manageable level. She felt him releasing her leg binds that allowed her lower down onto the table. She was a little grateful as the position had begun to become a little uncomfortable. With her backside down on the diaper fully now, she could clearly tell this diaper was much thicker than the one she had left the apartment in. She could smell the scent of baby powder being applied and could feel the light droppings of the powder on her loins. “It won’t be much fun if you don’t make any moves in our little game so I’ll add a rule. If you go too long without pressing a button I will make the decision for you and go two clicks up.” Max said after the powder had been applied. Elizabeth took the new rule into consideration and contemplated. If she went up, she’d be right back to where she started and it could be awhile before he’d reduce it back down, especially with the critical stage of the diaper change she was currently at. If she went down, he could immediately up the level again to right back where she was and then in good faith of the game she couldn’t immediately make a move. She decided it would be best to go up and nervously pressed the button up again. If she hadn’t had that small orgasm at the beginning she would have already lost at this renewed starting level. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, the submission and thrill was so erotic she almost didn’t know how to contain herself. True to her worries, Max didn’t immediately drop the level and instead she felt his hands begin to explore her. Realistically he was spreading the powder out for an even coating. His touch was gentle yet powerful in a way, it felt like he was kneading her like dough as he rolled her soft skin in his large hands. The powder was a thin protective layer that his hands skated over and acted like a dry lubricant. It felt good, in fact almost too good, to the point she felt her bonds tighten as her body struggled to contain her excitement. What felt like an eternity later, which was only a few minutes at most in reality, she felt his hands leave her skin and felt the vibrator drop to the lowest setting. She relaxed a little, she had won in her mind, at the lowest setting if she went down the device would turn off from here. She relished in her victory with the soft hum between her legs. Max moved on with the diapering process and brought it up between her legs. She took note of how thick it was as it forced her thighs apart. ‘Is it an Amazon sized crawler diaper?’ She pondered, not that it mattered to her much since she would be out of it shortly anyways when she won their game. She had become accustomed slightly to the taping process as she felt the first of the tapes pulled tight sealing around her thigh. He pulled the second tape on the other side onto the landing strip before commenting “it’s your move baby, or do you want daddy to make another move” as he pulled the third tape. She wasn’t sure if he could see the grin on her face from behind the large pacifier shield as her thumb hovered over the down button. With a little bit of regret about winning so easily she pressed the button and the vibrator died. At least for a second before it ramped up to maximum speed. She immediately clenched her entire body against the restraints and barely felt the fourth tape pulled tight. “I guess I forgot to mention that the vibrator will go into maximum power if it goes down from its lowest setting. Daddy always wins.” Max said with a bit of sinisterness in his voice. Not that Elizabeth really heard him as she fought to contain the massive orgasm building, trying to resist with all her might. She barely felt the next tape land and pondered how many tapes this stupid diaper had, if she could just hold for the remaining few she could surely still win. She felt what had to be the last tape pulled tight over her stomach, realizing that there were eight tapes similar to the punishment diaper she had used on Ashley. She managed to hold onto her building orgasm through all of the tapes and still believed she could win if she just held out a bit longer. Unfortunately, similar to the punishment diaper, she felt Max begin the secondary taping process and cinch her waist into the corset-esque diaper. “Sorry about that, almost forgot, it’s my turn.” Max commented before giving his two clicks up. Elizabeth was nervous that it would somehow make the vibrations more intense but it only went down in intensity to the second level. It was a much needed reprieve from the body numbing level that the max setting was. She was so unfocused at this point her thoughts on the game had gone completely out the window. Max was very slowly and meticulously following through with the secondary taping process of cinching the diaper tight around her waist and she had no idea how many were left. She still needed a bit of rest to recuperate from the max level for a minute and was just hoping max wouldn’t immediately return his two clicks. She pressed the down button to lower it a little more, however the vibrator didn’t seem to slow down. Wondering if she hadn’t actually pushed the button, she pressed the down button again. The vibrator registered both clicks at once and ramped back up to the maximum speed which took her breath away and caused her body to test the durability of the changing table’s restraint anchors. The sudden jolt of pleasure caused Elizabeth to fumble the tiny remote and she could barely hear the sound of it clatter against the floor. “Oh, so you’re skipping daddy’s turn? I think you’ll need a penalty for cheating and using two clicks.” Max had paused his diapering process and leaned over to get close to Elizabeth’s ear. “How about double however many clicks up I would’ve gotten for each click down you did. But I guess eight clicks up would put you right back at the maximum again. I would yield my turn but it seems you have dropped your lifeline. There are only two tapes left if you can hold out for just that much longer you’ll win.” Elizabeth swore she could hear the victory in his voice, his warm breath on her ear was pushing buttons she didn’t know she had. She felt him pull one of the last two tapes tight and press it against her diaper. Time seemed to drag on for eternity at this point, she was so close to falling over the edge into the sea of pleasure that had building in her diaper she wasn’t sure she was going to make it. Finally the last tape was detached from its anchor and she felt the padding of the diaper pull tight against her. Her mind repeated ‘just a few more seconds’ to encourage her victory and hold out. She had just about made it when suddenly there was a gentle, almost imperceivable movement at her chest. The minimal touch of Max on her nipple completely shattered any focus she had and she slipped over the edge. Originating from the vibrator in her centre, her body pulled tight against the restraints, it was like time stopped for her, she couldn’t even manage to breath. The blackness behind the blindfold covering her eyes danced with little white stars which soon became a flood of blinding white light. Her body felt like it weighed ten times as much as every muscle refused to follow any sort of command. She didn’t even notice the last tape landing. Max leaned over close to her ear while his large hand moved to palm her the mass of padding between her legs. In his low, powerful voice, he breathed into her ear a simple phrase, “good girl.” His hand pressed down on the padding and the two words broke through the fog of pleasure in her head. She didn’t even stand a chance as wave after wave washed over her body. Had it not been for the pacifier in her mouth, she surely would have been screaming obscenities if she could even form words in this state. Elizabeth had never felt anything like this before in her life. The padding being pressed into her grew warm as her body gave up all forms of control to Max. She would later debate if she had been brought to a squirting orgasm for the first time in her life or if her body had just ceased control of her bladder. As the orgasm slowed down, her body would occasionally convulse. The vibrator was shut down finally to prevent overstimulation. Max stood at the side with a large grin and watched as the Amazon on her changing slowly recovered from her loss. As the convulsions came to an end or at least reduced to small twitches she felt the cuffs around her body release. The blindfold was lifted and she was allowed to shakily sit up. Max easily scooped her up off of the changing table, and carried her to the large bed she had seen when entering. He delicately laid her on the bed in just her diaper and stepped away. The silk sheets were a bit of sensory overload in her current state but the coolness was welcomed. It was the first opportunity to see the diaper she had been sealed in at this point. It was as she expected, an Amazon sized punishment diaper. She flexed her thighs and could feel the stiff spreader bar in the seat between her thighs. It had the same tapes as the little variant which caused it to hug her waist tightly. It was grey with crimson roses adorning the surface, it was actually very pretty for a diaper Elizabeth reasoned as her hands touched the plastic exterior. The LCU had recognized it as her diaper and gave her a little warning. Max returned a moment later with what she assumed was some nightwear since she didn’t have any clothes after he destroyed her dress and had confiscated her undergarments. She was still a bit out of it and didn’t really see what he had retrieved for her to wear. She felt his hands roaming her body and came down her legs to lift each one and slide the garment up. She wasn’t really paying attention as she was dressed. It was a dark maroon velvet material and felt good against her skin and matched the aesthetic of the rest of the room. It was a little tight but comfortably so and helped keep her warm in the cool air that was starting to get to her. He pulled the material up her legs and over the diaper. It seemed to have been designed for the bulk of a diaper as it didn’t struggle to accommodate the mass of padding. She then realised that her feet were also encased in the material as Max rolled her over onto her stomach and fed her arms into sleeves. Predictably so the sleeper she was being put in also had attached mittens that encased her hands. A zipper was pulled up her back slowly and she could hear and feel the locking panel over the zipper pull being closed at her neck. Max then went to work folding her calf back to her thigh and pulling an integrated black strap tight, keeping her heel pinned against her diaper. He duplicated the process to her other leg and then to her arms, pinning her wrists against her shoulders. A strap around her hips was pulled taught and then two straps between her legs were pulled from front to back and tightened. It pulled the cooling diaper into her skin and reminded her of the accident she had had on the changing table. It occurred to her then that she had found Ashley bound to the changing table in a puddle of her own making and she started to put things together and give herself a little grin, thinking that Bethany had done the same thing more or less to Ashley that Max had just done to her. Max released the pacifier gag and slowly extracted it from her mouth, toying with her a little as he pulled it out a little then would release the handle, her body betraying her and sucking it back in. She didn’t know where this oral fixation had come from and had never heard of an Amazon with a suckling issue. He only toyed with her a few more times before he crawled into the bed and easily hoisted his trussed up Amazon onto his lap, letting her straddle him and rest her head on his chest in her incapacitated state. His hands held her diapered rear and gently kneaded the padding against her, his hands moving up occasionally to rub her back. It was pure bliss to Elizabeth as she just cuddled into his hard chest and breathed slowly, a bit of internet research at a later time would deem this aftercare. Max didn’t say a word, just gently caressed her. If she had taken a moment to look up to him she would’ve seen the smile on his face, not one of his devious or intelligent smiles but a smile of happiness. She scooted up after a time and came eye level with him before leaning in for a kiss. Her body responded and she found herself attempting to grind on him, her restrained condition made it a little difficult to get a purchase on the silk sheets of the bed with just her knees and elbows for support. She felt a rise at his hip level and knew she had his attention. “Seeing how I lost and was the only one to have some fun, it only seems fair that I give daddy a reward for winning.” Elizabeth said, the timidness had left and she brought out the Amazon boldness she had tucked away. She smiled as she scooted lower and crawled down till her eyes were level with his pant’s button. She nuzzled her face into his groin and managed to get her teeth on his zipper to pull it down. She looked up with pleading eyes for some aid and for a moment Max let go of his serious dominant demeanour to bring his hands up to the button and hook his thumbs into the waistband to pull them down. He undid his shirt as well and lay there naked for her. His body was absolutely perfect as she suspected, he must have spent a good amount of time in the gym building his physique. From what she had gathered, it was all for this, this was what he was attracted to. His Amazon dominance was so powerful he craved a submissive Amazon, a little or a tweener would be too simple and easy to control. To have a submissive Amazon or to force one into a submissive role, he would have to be able to overpower their own pride, hence why he was so built. She was falling head over heels for him and she wanted to show her commitment. He helped support her head and keep her hair out of her face as she went down on him. Where the bathroom at the theatre was pure carnal desire and a touch violent, this was much more sensual and a show of appreciation. The only sounds made were her diaper rustling under the fabric of the sleeper and soft slurping noises. Despite being unpracticed in oral, Elizabeth was a fast learner and picked up his reactions to her movements. She wouldn’t say it was attempts to tease him but she definitely did her best to drag it out. Sealed in the sleeper and diaper as she was, she knew she wouldn’t be able to offer other parts of herself at the moment so she wanted this to be the best she could make it. It was apparently working as she listened to his soft groans of approval while she kneeled between his legs on her knees and elbows. His hands help support her head as she moved, he wasn’t guiding her but letting her take initiative in the actions. Her jaw ached a bit but she was so engrossed in him that she pushed it aside. After fifteen minutes or more she decided to finish him and from what she had learned over the time frame, she knew what buttons to push to achieve that. She felt him tense up and the hands on either side of her head locked her in position. His hips pushed forward slightly as he released into her mouth with a long groan. She happily swallowed and continued to administer light stimulations to prolong his release. She had never felt this way, so content and submissive and had the vibrator inside her still been turned on, even at the lowest setting, she would’ve joined him at the same time. She smiled up to him and collapsed down to lay her head on his thigh. She only lasted a few minutes to hear the simple praise of “good girl” before she was out like a light. Max smoothly extracted himself from under her without stirring her. He slipped on a pair of pyjama pants that matched the sleep she was in and moved to the side of the bed closer to her. He easily hoisted her up into his arms and laid her head over his shoulder while supporting her diapered rear. He carried her out of the playroom and up the stairs to the nursery he had pieced together. It had taken a considerable amount of time to piece together, all of the furniture fully custom made to accommodate an Amazon. He carried her over to the crib and let the side rails down before laying her down inside. He went to a small panel on the wall next and slid the door open to pull out a bottle and set it in the nook. The in room dispenser quickly filled the bottle after he made a selection on a small touch screen for warm milk with a mild sedative and diuretic. He screwed the lid onto the bottle and crept back over to the crib where Elizabeth lay sleeping. He gently prodded her lips with the nipple and she only stirred a little before her mouth opened to accept the teet. He knew she’d be thirsty after their little session but she drained the bottle much faster than he expected. He decided he’d give her a second bottle of plain milk which she drank a bit slower. When she was done he walked out of the room looking back over to the crib where Elizabeth was now enclosed with the side up and a top set of bars folded down. He had slid a pacifier into her mouth easily once the bottle was done and could see the shield gently bouncing up and down. It felt good to have his nursery’s first occupant as he closed the door. Elizabeth had only been feigning sleep after being laid in the crib and her eyes shot open as soon as the door closed. She panted a little as her face turned dark red in embarrassment but she felt so happy she could barely contain herself, this felt more like a win for her at each passing moment. Internally there were a ton of conflicting emotions but too many things were bouncing around at the same time to even begin to process a thought fully. She hadn’t known about the mild sleep aid that had been added to the bottle but it didn’t really matter as she felt her eyes droop and seal for the night. __________________ Might stick with Max and Elizabeth for the next chapter as well, have some good ideas of where I want to go with it and their relationship. I have some good ideas for Ashley and Bethany too but I’m enjoying Max and Elizabeth more at the moment and the ideas I have for Elizabeth are just too tempting.

Here is another long chapter, it is still a slow build, but as Will gets sicker, the pace of the story timeline will speed up since this is from his perspective. I will have some time jumps later on in the story since this story takes place over the course of around 9 months and the epilogue takes place around 18 months from the start of the story. As much as a War and Peace length ABDL novel would be fun to read, I do not have the patience or creative skills to attempt to write one. Chapter 4 ‘Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, SHIT!’ I thought to myself as I was listening to Dr. Richerson. What is going to happen to me? Am I going to be able to go back to school soon? If I get too far behind, will I have to withdraw for the semester? What’s going to happen to my assistantship? Before I could cause myself to start having a panic attack, I heard Dr. Richerson’s voice. “Will, I know this is a lot to take in, but you will be in good hands. I am going to get the nurse to get you ready to be moved up to a room. There will be a specialist that will see you tomorrow and we plan on running more tests to get an exact cause.” In a quiet voice, as I was staring at my lap, I said, “OK, … thanks.” Dr. Richerson gently placed her hand on my shoulder and said, “It will be alright, we are going to give you plenty of fluids and pain medicine as needed to keep you comfortable. Once you are settled in your new room, get some rest tonight and we will figure this out tomorrow.” With a small smile, I looked up at Dr. Richerson, and said, “Thank you, doctor.” With a little squeeze of my shoulder, she then walked out of my room. A few minutes later, Cathy walked in and said, “It looks like you are going to stay with us a little longer. I am going to disconnect your I.V. and your nurse upstairs will connect you to a new I.V. when you get moved to your new room.” I nod and she quickly disconnects the I.V. line and turns off the pump. She then asked, “Are those all your personal belongings?” I said, “Yes,” as I sat up and swung my legs over to hang off the side of the bed. She then walks over and gets my backpack off of the chair and hands it to me. She then grabs all my belongings off of the table and sets them on the bed beside me. She then said, “Someone will be here soon to take you up to your room. I hope you get better soon.” With her departing words, she walks back out of the room. I then stuff all of my clothes and shoes into my backpack. A few minutes later, the same orderly from earlier walks with a wheelchair. He said, “I’m here to take you upstairs to your room.” I nod and stand up with my backpack in hand, and sit in the wheelchair while placing my backpack on my lap. Pushing me out of the room, we make our way down a few corridors and then to an elevator. He hits the call button, and then a moment later the door slides open. Pushing me into the elevator, he hits the button for the 3rd floor. A minute later the door slides back open and I am being pushed down another hallway. We passed by a nurse’s station and then arrived at an open door with the room number 325 on the signage beside it. Pushing me into the room, I see that it is a typical hospital room with a bed in the center, a table with wheels, a chair that can recline in one corner, another straight-back chair in the other, a TV mounted on the wall opposite of the bed and a whiteboard mounted below that is marked with the date, the doctor, the nurse, medication and diet. The orderly stops the wheelchair beside the bed and helps me get up and sit back down on the bed with my backpack sitting beside me. He then leaves with the wheelchair. Looking around the room again, I notice a bathroom off to the side near the room door. From my vantage point, with the door open, I see that there is a counter with a sink, a toilet, and a shower with a tub. Looking back to the other side of the room, there is a large floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the city of Tempe. After sitting for about 15 minutes, I hear a knock at the door. Turning to look who it is, I see a tall, slim woman wearing light pink scrubs who looks to be about my age. She has long blonde hair, tied up in a high ponytail and blue eyes. In one of her hands, she is holding a bag of fluids. She said, “Hi, my name is Rachael and I will be your nurse; you must be William.” I said, “Yes, but you can call me Will.” With a smile, “I'm going to get you started on fluids.” Within a minute, she had me hooked back up to a bag of fluids. She then said, “You are going to be staying with us for the night, so you might as well get comfortable. Can I set your bag on the chair, so that you can lay down?” I nod and she takes my bag and sets it down for me. I swing my legs into bed and lay back. She then said, “I saw in your chart that you are to be given pain meds as needed. Do you need any now?” I said, “I am fine for right now.” She then responds, “Well, if you need any later, you can press the call button on the remote. The remote also controls the bed and TV as well. I will be here until 7 tonight, then there will be a nurse taking over for the night, but I will be back at 7 in the morning.” I thanked her and then she walked back out of my room. Deciding to take her advice, I empty my pockets of my keys, wallet, and phone. I set my keys and wallet on the table beside the bed and unlocked my phone. Looking at the screen, I see that it is 5:46 pm and think where has this day gone? My next thought is that I am going to have to call my parents. Thinking, ‘Well let’s get this phone call out the way.’ I hit the screen to call her and waited for her to answer as it was ringing. I hear my mom answer and say, “Hey Will, what did the doctors say?’ I said, “Well, they are not exactly sure what is going on. They think it is some sort of autoimmune thing. They admitted me into the hospital and I am supposed to see a specialist tomorrow.” My mom then said, “Did they give you any more information? Do they know why you are throwing up?” I responded, “They said that the CT scan showed that all my joints were inflamed, but my abdomen looked fine. With the bloodwork results, it looks like my body is attacking my bones and muscles. The weirdest thing was that somehow I am now a 135 pounds and 5 foot 10 inches.” I hear a pause on the line, then in the background, I hear my dad say, “WHAT? You lost 2 inches and lost 20 pounds.” At that exact moment, my stomach started turning and I got the need to poop again. Without wasting any time, I almost shouted into the phone, “Mom, Dad, I have to go to the bathroom now, I will call you back.” I tossed my phone on the bed beside me and rolled out of bed. Unplugging the I.V. pump, I grabbed the I.V. pole and pushed it into the bathroom with me. Closing the door behind me, I sit on the toilet and again poop an almost ungodly amount. After wiping, flushing, and washing my hands; I push the door open and slowly make my way back to bed. Plugging back in the I.V. pump, I lay back in bed and grab my phone. Looking at my phone, I see that I am still on the line with my parents. I said, “Hello, are y’all still there?” I hear my mom say, “Yes, what happened, are you alright?’ I said, “Yeah, it’s just anytime I have to go to the bathroom, I need to go almost immediately.” My mom said, “Well have they done anything to help with your symptoms?” I said, “Yes, the fluids have helped with my headache; they think that I was just dehydrated. They have given me pain meds for my joint aches. They tried letting me drink some chicken broth today, but I just threw it back up.” My mom said, “Well, me and your father plan on being on the next flight out there tomorrow.” I quickly replied, “Y’all don’t need to fly all the way out here, I should hopefully get some answers tomorrow.” In a stern voice, my dad said, “Son, you lost 20 pounds and 2 inches in height, you have not been able to eat or drink in two days, and you don’t have any other family members within a thousand miles of you. We will be there tomorrow. I don’t want to hear any ifs, ands, or buts.” In a meek voice, I said, “OK.” My mom then asked, “What hospital are you staying at?” I replied, “Tempe St. Luke’s, I am staying in room 325 right now.” My mom said, “Okay, we will see you tomorrow, get some rest and text or call us if anything changes. We love you.” I said, “I love y’all too.” Hanging up, I set my phone down on the table. I take the remote turn the TV on and start to surf through the channels. With it being basic cable, there is not much to watch, so I settle on reruns of Criminal Minds. Within 30 minutes of watching TV, I fell asleep. I wake up to my joints throbbing in pain. I grab the remote and hit the call button. A few minutes later a short Latino nurse walks in who looks to be in her early thirties. She is wearing dark purple scrubs and has black hair and brown eyes. Thinking to myself, ‘It must be after 7 pm.’ She introduces herself with, “Hi Will, my name is Isoline, and I will be your nurse tonight. What can I do for you?” I said, “Can I get some more pain medicine?” She said, “Sure, I will be right back.” She then walks out of the room to return a minute later with a syringe in hand. She walks over to my I.V. line and connects the syringe to the port. With a push of the plunger, relief washes over me within seconds. She then said, “Alright, you should be feeling better now, do you need anything else?” I said, “No, but thanks for the meds.” She said, “No problem, let me know if you need anything tonight.” I said, “OK, thanks.” Isoline left me to myself to get some rest. I reclined the bed to a flat position and got under the covers. With the meds taking effect, it did not take me long to succumb to sleep. I wake the next day to the sun shining and my I.V. pump beeping. My joints are throbbing again and I waste no time and hit the call button. As I am waiting on a nurse, I note that despite having to sleep in the hospital last night, it was not as bad as I imagined. I was only woken up once to get my vitals checked and once I had to rush to the bathroom to poop and surprisingly pee too. I hear a knock at the door to shake me out of my thoughts. I see that it is Rachael. She said, “What can I …, I see that you need more fluids” She then pressed some buttons on the pump to get it to stop beeping. She said, “Well, besides for fluids, do you need anything else?” “Can I get some more pain medicine?” I asked. She said, “Sure, I will be right back.” A minute later, Rachael was back with a bag of fluids in one hand and a syringe in the other. She swapped out the empty bag of fluids with the new one, then took the syringe and pushed the meds into my I.V. line. I let out a sigh of relief as the medicine took effect. She looked at me and said, “The doctor wants to get your height and weight this morning. Can you follow me to the nurse's station?” I responded by getting out of bed and grabbing my I.V. pole. She gestured for me to follow her and I walked behind her to the nurse station. I stand on the scale that is in the corner behind the station and she weighs me and I turn around on the scale for her to measure my height. Stepping off the scale and with Rachael standing right beside me, I notice that she is a few inches taller than me. Looking up at her, I asked, “If you don’t mind me asking, how tall are you?” She looked at me and said, “I am about 5 foot and 11 ½ inches tall.” With concern in my voice, “Uh, how much do I weigh and how tall am I?” Glancing at her notes, she said, “I recorded you weighing 129 pounds and having a height of 5 foot, 8 and ½ inches tall.” With a shocked look on my face, I said, “I don’t know if you would believe me, but just a few days ago I was 6 foot and 155 pounds.” She paused for a second, then said, “I saw in your records that it stated that you have lost some height and weight. This is something that I have not seen before, but I have full faith in the doctors finding out what is going on today.” With that statement, she gestured for me to follow her back to my room. Walking back into the room I said, “Is it alright if I take a shower? Besides taking a quick one yesterday morning, I have not taken a shower in days.” She said, “Sure, there are towels, washcloths, soap, and shampoo in the bathroom. There should also be a disposable toothbrush and toothpaste on the sink counter. By the time you are done showering, I will have a clean gown and socks for you to change into.” I said, “Thanks,” and made my way over to my backpack resting on the chair and grabbed the extra pair of sweatpants and underwear that I had packed. Pushing the I.V. pole, I enter the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I turn the shower water on, then begin to strip off all of my clothes. I positioned the I.V. pole beside the shower and after testing to see if the water was warm, I stepped in. After letting the warm water run down my body for a few minutes, I wash my hair and rinse the shampoo out. Grabbing a washcloth off of the towel rack by the shower, I lather it up with a bar of soap. As I am washing my body, I am shocked to notice that all of my body hair is thinning. Rinsing off all the soap, I turned the shower off, grabbed a towel, and quickly dried off. Stepping out of the shower, I slip on my underwear and sweatpants. As I stood in front of the mirror, I was shocked by the reflection that was staring back at me. My beard is thin and patchy and my face looks like the face of me in high school. Not being able to dwell on it too long, I am hit with the need to poop. I turn around and sit down on the toilet to release another colon’s worth of poop. As I am sitting on the toilet and despite all that is happening to me, I still chuckle to myself at the thought of what Daniel Tosh said about a post-shower shit, ‘I might as well go back to bed and start my day over again.’ Deciding that I am done pooping, I wipe, flush, wash my hands, then take the toothbrush and toothpaste and brush my teeth. I also found a comb to comb my hair with. Looking back at my patchy beard, I sigh. I never tried growing a beard until I was in my early twenties, because I thought that it looked weird having partial facial hair. I think to myself, ‘Back to being clean shaved I guess.’ I put the towel, washcloth, gown, and socks in a pile on the floor and grab my dirty sweatpants and underwear. Walking back into my room, I see that Rachael kept her word and there is a folded-up gown with socks on top. I toss my dirty clothes on the chair by my bag and put on the clean gown and socks. I then hit the call button on the remote, sit on the bed, and wait for Rachael. About 10 minutes later, Rachael walks in. “What can I get for you Will?” she said. “Can I get a razor and some shaving cream? My facial and body hair seems to be falling out. I usually can grow a full beard,” I said. After staring at me for a second, she re-composed herself, then said, “That is a symptom that you will need to discuss with the doctor today; in the meantime, I will go and get you a razor and shaving cream.” A minute later, Rachael is back with the razor and shaving cream, and I go back into the bathroom to shave off what is left of my beard. After wiping off my face from shaving, I look into the mirror and see my mid highschool self looking back at me. I still have dark bags under my eyes, but looking at myself, I don’t look a day over 16. Thinking that there is no use in causing myself to have a panic attack, I walk back into my room, lay back in bed, and turn the TV on for background noise as I wait for the doctor. Watching reruns of Law and Order, I fell asleep. I wake up to a knock on the door. I then see a man walk in wearing khakis, a light blue button-down shirt, a dark blue tie, and a white lab coat. He looks to be in his early forties and has light brown hair and brown eyes. “Good morning Will, I am Dr. James Wilson, how are you feeling this morning?” he said. I said, “I have been better, the fluids and pain medicine have been helping.” “That is good to hear. Could you please tell me all of the symptoms that you have been having over the past few days,” he said. I managed to tell him about the vomiting, strange bowel movements, joint pain, excessive tiredness and weakness, and headaches. I also told him about the height and weight loss. “There is one more thing that I noticed this morning. When I was taking a shower, it looked like all my body hair was starting to fall out. After taking a shower, I also noticed that my beard was thinning and patchy. I had to shave what was left off due to it looking so bad,” I said. After pausing for a second to think, Dr. Wilson said, “It seems that you have some odd symptoms. It does look like an autoimmune disease of some kind, but your symptoms do not look like some of the more common ones like Lupus. I am going to have blood cultures taken to rule out an infection that could have been missed yesterday. I will order another blood panel to see if anything changed from yesterday along with testing for different autoimmune diseases. I would like to take another urine sample and a stool sample too. I will put in an order too for a full body CT scan and X-ray. Do you have any questions?” I said, “Uh, … not really. Do you know when I will have the results back?” “We should have some of the results back today, but most of the test results will not be in until sometime between tomorrow and Sunday,” he said. “OK,” I said. “One more thing; I know that you have not had any success with eating and drinking over the past few days, but I would like for you to try eating some jello or soup broth today. If you still cannot keep it down, then we will need to explore other options for getting nutrition in you,” he said. I replied, “I will try eating some jello at lunch.” “I will put the orders in for everything and will see you tomorrow to go over any of the results that come back,” he said. I thanked him and he walked out of the room. I grabbed my phone off of the table and saw that I had a text from my mom saying that they should be at the hospital between 4 and 5. With a quick “thumbs up” response, I see that it is 11 am. I think ‘crap’, I am supposed to be in class today. Then I realized that I never finished my abstract algebra homework that is due today and I left my ODE homework at my apartment when I emptied my backpack that is also due today. Opening up my email, I composed an email to all three of my class professors, including my applied matrix theory class. In the body of the email, I told them about me being sick since Tuesday night and that I am currently in the hospital, and that it looks like I will be here for at least over the weekend. With the email complete, I hit send. Not knowing what next week has in store for me, I pull up the email chain from Dr. Lau and explain in the email about me being in the hospital and that it is best to go ahead and plan for me possibly not being back next week to teach. I go on to explain that all of the students' assignments have been graded but the quiz from the class on Tuesday and yesterday. I then tell him that the quiz from Tuesday is in the top drawer of my desk in my office if I am not back in time to grade them. After hitting send, I see Rachael walk in pushing a cart. She said, “Will, I am going to draw some blood.” I nod then she pushes the cart by my bed and takes out all the supplies to get a blood sample. She then begins to fill what looks to be around 12 vials of blood. When she was done and putting a bandaid on my arm, I jokingly said, “It seems like I am donating blood, not giving a sample.” With a smile, she said, “It certainly looks that way.” She then takes two other items off of the cart. Turning back to me she held up a clear cup and said, “This is for a urine sample.” Then holding up an opaque white container that looks like a Tupperware container, she said, “This is for a stool sample, I am going to leave both containers in the bathroom for the next time you have to go. Is there anything you need from me?” I said, “The doctor wants me to try eating something, could I have some jello please.” She said, “Sure, do you want strawberry, orange, or lime?” I said, “I will take the lime.” She said, “I will be back in a few minutes with your jello.” She pushed the cart back out of the room and returned about 5 minutes later with a single-serving cup of green jello with a plastic spool. She then said, “Please let me know if you get sick after eating this so I can let the doctor know.” I responded with a “Yes”, she walked out of the room and I began tearing into the small cup of jello. Within seconds of setting the empty cup on the table, I feel the need to throw up. I reach for the vomit bag on the table and a moment later I am throwing up the green jello into it. As soon as I am done dry heaving, I get the need to poop again. Not wanting to waste any time, since I need more time to get a sample, I get out of bed with the vomit bag in one hand and then unplug the I.V. pump with the other. Pushing the I.V. pole, I throw the used vomit bag away in the medical waste bin as I make my way into the bathroom. I grab the container for a stool sample and remove the lid. Looking for the best way to do this without making a mess and overfilling the container. I stood in front of the toilet and with one hand holding the container below my butt from between my legs, I hover over the toilet to let the first wave of poop into the container. As soon as the first amount of poop is deposited into the container, I immediately clench my cheeks and pull the container from between my legs and plant my butt onto the toilet to finish pooping. As I am sitting on the toilet, I feel the need to pee. Thinking to myself, ‘This is the first time ever, that I will have to hold my bladder while pooping.’ I hurriedly finished, wiped, and flushed. I grabbed the urine sample cup, stood back in front of the toilet, collected a sample, then emptied the rest of the contents of my bladder into the toilet and flushed. I put the lids on both containers and washed my hands. I made it back to bed and hit the call button for Rachael. A few minutes later, Rachael walks in and asks, “Did you have any trouble eating your jello?” I said, “Yeah, as soon as I was finished eating, I threw it back up.” She said, “I’m sorry to hear that, I will let the doctor know, is there anything else I can get for you?” “No, but I was able to get a stool and urine sample. Both samples are on the bathroom counter,” I said. “OK, someone should be here soon to take you to get your X-ray and CT scan.” Rachael then grabbed the samples and walked out of my room. About 30 minutes later an orderly was walking into my room. After getting me situated in the wheelchair with my I.V., we made the 5-minute journey back downstairs to the radiology department. I was first given a full body x-ray that only lasted about 15 minutes, but halfway through the full body CT scan, the morphine was beginning to wear off. By the time the orderly got me back into my room, I was clenching my jaw from the pain in all my joints. I hit the call button and Rachael was in my room within minutes. Rachael asked, “What can I get for you, Will?” Through a clenching jaw, I said, “I need pain meds now!” She said, “I will be right back.” She almost ran out of the room. In under a minute later, she was speed walking back in with a syringe in hand. Wasting no time, she pushed the medicine into my I.V. line. With relief written on my face, I said, “Thank you.” She said, “I'm glad that helped, get some rest, you had a busy day so far.” On that note and with the pain medicine taking full effect, I fell asleep. I awoke sometime later to both my parents standing at the foot of my bed with puzzled looks on their faces. I then hear my mom say, “Will?!?”

Chapter 16: As Anticipated It was amazing how many things could get lost all year in a locker. I stood in front of my locker with a backpack and a garbage bag in front of me on the floor, sorting out the contents of my locker one-by-one. Some of it got tossed in my backpack to keep. Most things went into the trash bag. The locker was now about halfway empty. By the end of the school year, the locker had reached its maximum capacity. I had already tossed more than a dozen long-lost pens and pencils into my backpack. I was sure I’d find another couple dozen by the time I was through with emptying the locker. There were a number of overdue library books I needed to bring to the school library before heading out on the bus, an inside-out, balled up jacket I had left once it had become too warm outside to need it. There were half-empty plastic water bottles, crumpled up papers from homework assignments, and textbooks that I thankfully would never need to ever open again. “You’re not finished yet?” Emma asked as she walked up next to me and stared into the abyss that was my locker. I shrugged as I tossed out a Spanish workbook that I wasn’t going to need again. It was true that my locker was fuller than most, but that hadn’t been the main reason for how long it was taking me to get it all emptied out. The conversation about bedwetting with my parents and sister yesterday evening had given me a lot to think about. The pills had proved to not be much of a problem. Yes, they had made it impossible to wet the bed in the middle of the night, as I would have preferred, but I didn’t have any difficulty peeing in bed once my alarm had woken me up in the morning. I was rather proud of how I had figured out a way to wake up early without disturbing the rest of my family. Waking up to an alarm blaring from an earbud wasn’t the ideal way to start the morning, but it gave me time to wet the bed and relax before getting ready for school. However, despite needing to pee in the morning, the puddle that had formed on the bed around my bottom was a lot smaller than any of the other times I had peed in the bed previously, proof that the medication had done its job of limiting my overnight urine output. Mom, of course, had been a bit disappointed when she woke me up. She made sure to clarify that she wasn’t unhappy with me in any way, but it was clear she had higher expectations for how the medicine would perform. She had very much been expecting to see dry sheets and pajamas in the morning. “Eww, is that what I think it is?” Emma pointed to a discolored plastic baggie that had been revealed when I had taken the book out of the locker. I grimaced as I looked down at what was likely the remnants of an unfinished lunch from months ago. That was one of the problems with my locker. I always intended to get stuff out again right away, but as soon as it became buried, it would slip completely out of my mind. Emma held her nose in disgust as I pinched the corner of the baggie and quickly deposited it into the garbage bag. I hoped there weren’t any additional baggies like that in the locker, but I was beginning to dread what I might end up discovering closer to the bottom. “So, about the all-nighter? What did your mom say about the sleepover?” Emma asked. I sighed and rolled my eyes. It was apparent that my friends were going to keep interrogating me until they got an answer. I answered the first half of that question truthfully. “Doing an all-nighter is a no-go. My parents don’t want us drinking all that caffeine and going crazy.” “That’s silly,” Emma said as she watched me continue to empty the locker. “We wouldn’t have any problem getting away with that at my place. My parents wouldn’t care one bit as long as we didn’t wake them up.” “Then we can go that later in the summer. Just don’t mention it to my mom.” “But, like, we’re still good for a regular sleepover next Friday on your birthday?” I paused a second before answering her question. I didn’t want to say that Mom hadn’t decided yet. That would just be an open invitation to unwelcome questions about what could have changed to make it so I couldn’t have sleepovers anymore. Besides, I was sure that I’d have access to pull-ups next week, which would allow Mom to say yes to my friends spending the night. “Of course.” “That’s good,” Emma said. “I’ll go let Angie know. She’s a lot closer to getting her locker cleaned up than you are. I’ll see you at lunch.” I watched as Emma darted off around the corner, weaving through all the other students who were busy getting their hallway lockers cleaned out for the year as well. Well, I was committed to the sleepover now, which meant I was going to need to get my parents to get me the pull-ups or risk an even more awkward conversation with my friends about how we weren’t actually going to have a sleepover next week. But it wasn’t time to ask my parents about pull-ups yet. There was still the doctor’s appointment to consider on Monday. That appointment had me worried. I didn’t like going to the doctor, even for normal yearly checkups. There was that weird thing they squeezed around my arm to take my pulse, which nearly sent me into a panic attack every time they did it. But apart from the normal poking and prodding, the worst of it was always the needles. At least this time, I could be confident that I wouldn’t need to get any new vaccinations. But what would the doctor make of my bedwetting? I felt confident that I had fooled my entire family so far. They hadn’t expressed a single inkling of doubt that my bedwetting was anything other than genuine. The idea of someone wetting the bed on purpose had to be so far out there that it probably wasn’t ever a scenario they had considered. But what would happen when I was examined by an actual doctor? What if there was something I had missed during my times of faking bedwetting, something I had gotten wrong that would indicate to them that something was not as it seemed? What if they ran all of their tests and determined that they couldn’t find anything wrong with me at all? Would they chalk it up to just a random fluke of genetics? Or would they begin to think something was amiss? On the other hand, the doctor’s appointment could prove useful to my quest to get pull-ups. Surely, they would be aware of that being an option for dealing with bedwetting. Perhaps they might even recommend it as a solution. That would be ideal. That way, I could still at least pretend that I wasn’t all that happy about wearing pull-ups. I had to keep in mind that I was supposed to be behaving like someone who wasn’t happy at all about having to suddenly deal with bedwetting. I resumed my inspection of the contents of my locker. To my great relief, I didn’t find any additional bags of moldy sandwiches. <><><> Despite my older sister’s warning about the side effects she had experienced when she had previously been taking this medication for her own bedwetting, I had felt perfectly fine all day long. I was tired after coming home from school, but that was just because I hadn’t gotten my usual amount of sleep. I hadn’t woken up at weird times in the middle of the night at all. Grace’s main complaint about the medication was that it had given her some extremely painful headaches. My head hadn’t hurt, and as far as I could tell, nothing else seemed to be off about my body. That hadn’t stopped me from constantly wincing and rubbing my head all morning – especially when Mom and Grace were around. I needed to give them as many reasons as possible to stop with the pills and try to move on to another solution. I continued with the act as Grace unlocked the front door to let me in. I groaned and rubbed my head as I eased my overly full backpack down onto the floor. “You feeling alright?” Grace asked. “How did it go last night?” I groaned again. “No, your stupid pills didn’t even work. The only thing they gave me was this lousy headache.” “That’s too bad,” Grace said. “Maybe you’ll have better luck tonight. Oh, and Mom left a note for you in the kitchen. She wanted to make sure you got your laundry done.” That was just great. Nothing like being reminded of additional chores the minute I was finally free from school and homework for the summer. Still, I knew better than to disobey, and this request suddenly gave me a good idea. There were still about twenty minutes until Jackson got home from school, enough time to try out something new I had been wanting to experience. I followed Grace as she walked up the stairs ahead of me. She’d be secluded in her bedroom again until it was time to walk over to the bus stop to collect my younger brother when he was dropped off later this afternoon. I grabbed my full laundry hamper and hauled it all the way to the laundry room in the basement. Yes, this was going to be perfect. Ever since I had discovered how much I had enjoyed wetting myself in bed earlier this week, I had been desperately curious to see what it would be like to do that in different situations. But there were a couple of challenges with trying out this new desire. The first was that there were very few places where I could easily pee my pants without causing a massive mess. Most of our house was carpeted. I didn’t even want to think about how much of a pain it would be to try to clean up that much urine out of the carpet. That left me with a few options. My bed, of course, worked perfectly because of the waterproof mattress. I considered peeing my pants with my clothes on in the bathtub but couldn’t bring myself to find that to be an acceptable option. It just felt too weird to urinate in a spot where I and the rest of my family would later be standing. That left the laundry room in the basement. Its cement floor would make clean-up easy. Plus, there was even a drain on the floor, so if I were to pee myself over that, clean-up would be even easier. That was far and away the best location, especially as I was not as likely to be interrupted, and it would be able to easily hear someone approaching from upstairs. Having decided on a location, there was still another major obstacle, which was that I was rarely left at home by myself. I was hoping that would change this summer now that I would be turning thirteen in a week. In previous summers, Mom had put Jackson in a daycare-like summer camp that he would go to most days for the entirety of summer break. As for me, my schedule had varied. There were day and overnight camps that I would get signed up for. When I wasn’t doing that, I was often spending the day at one of my friend’s places if a parent or older sibling happened to be home. But be allowed to stay at home all on my own? Absolutely not. I wasn’t sure how many good opportunities I would get to experiment with peeing my pants during the day, so I had to be ready to make the most of them when they did show up. The benefit of being in the basement was that I could easily tell where everyone else was in the house. I would be able to hear Grace’s footsteps the moment she started walking down the stairs to the main floor. I had to guess that she wasn’t going to be coming to the basement, but if she was, I would have ample warning to straighten things up quickly. I had worked extra hard to stay hydrated the last couple of hours at school in preparation for this possibility, but now I was wondering if I would be able to pull it off. I ran through the scenario once more in my head. I would change into an old pair of leggings from my hamper. I would stand in the corner of the laundry room where there was a drain in the floor. I would wet my pants there, where it would be easiest to clean up afterward. I would allow myself some time to enjoy the experience before using some of my other dirty clothes to dry off and mop up everything from the floor. Then, everything could be tossed in the washing machine, and no one else would have a clue what had happened once I had changed back into my regular clothes for the day. All so complicated. It would be a lot easier if I simply had a pull-up. I took off my leggings and replaced them with another pair from the laundry hamper. That was one of the strange things about this new interest. I didn’t have any desire to pee myself without any clothes on. I wondered why that was? With this new pair of leggings on, I positioned myself right over the small drain set into the cement floor. I listened carefully. There was no sound from my sister moving around upstairs. This would be another first for me. I had never peed myself while standing before. I assumed that it would be easier to do than while lying down. I spread my legs apart slightly and focused on trying to get my bladder to release. The bottom of my pants began to get warm, and then a warm, wet sensation began to run down both of my legs. It was exhilarating in a way I couldn’t define. Part of it was tied to the physical sensation of what I was doing, but there was something else as well. Was there a certain amount of excitement that came from doing something so socially forbidden? Like always, once I started, there was no stopping it at all. Not that I in any way wanted it to stop. I wished that this feeling could go on forever rather than just the thirty seconds that it would take for my bladder to fully empty. It had been every bit as enjoyable as I had anticipated all day long. The only problem was that it was over far too soon. I looked down at my feet. I knew I had forgotten something. I hadn’t taken off my socks, which were now soaked. For some reason, I had figured that the urine would just go straight through the bottom of my pants and stream onto the floor. I hadn’t considered that it my might run down my legs to my feet. Even then, the drain had proven to be quite effective, as there was only a small puddle remaining beneath me despite how much I had peed. With the sound of urine dripping onto the floor now over, I listened intently again for any movement upstairs. There was complete silence. At any moment now, Grace should head down to the front door to wait for Jackson. I looked back down at the puddle beneath my feet. Again, this would have been so much easier if I had been wearing a pull-up. I wouldn’t have even had to sneak downstairs. I could have done this in the comfort of my own bedroom. I thought back to that girl I had seen at the mall, the one who had been about Jackson’s age, getting her pull-up changed in the restroom. For a moment, I wished that was me. Faking bedwetting was one thing. Pulling that off was easy, given my sister’s history of bedwetting. And wearing pull-ups at night would be an easy secret to keep, even from my friends. But to have accidents during the day was something entirely else. That would call for a much more thorough investigation into what was going on with my body. Besides, I didn’t think I could survive the shame of having my parents, Grace, or Jackson, witness me wetting my pants during the day. And that would make my task of hiding pull-ups from my friends nearly impossible, not to mention what I would have to do at school. No, that wasn’t an option, despite how much I would enjoy being able to wet my pants at any moment whenever I wanted to. But I consoled myself with the possibility that once I got my hands on some pull-ups to wear at night, I could get away with wearing them occasionally during the day. The worst part of it was that I had to clean up right away, rather than continuing to stand in the corner in my wet clothes. The only good thing was that the mess was relatively easy to clean up. I wet some of my clothes in the sink next to the washing machine and used them to mop up the small puddle of urine that surrounded the drain. Satisfied that I’d managed to get everything cleaned up, I tossed the rest of my clothes in the washing machine – along with a large amount of detergent – and got it started before changing back into the leggings I had worn to school. The pounding of distant footsteps told me that Grace was now coming down the stairs to the main floor. I waited until I’d heard the front door slam shut before I made my way back upstairs. My heart was still racing as I shut the door to my bedroom behind me. With all of these new things to explore, this was going to be the best summer ever. I retrieved an old magazine from the bottom of the drawer beneath my bed and flipped instantly to the right page, my eyes fixated on a pair of special undergarments. If everything went right, in less than a week they would be mine. --- Links to all my stories can be found at https://abdlwriter.wordpress.com/

Chapter 49: Weeks melded into a rhythmic pattern of nursery days and home evenings. The routine became as familiar as the plush toys that surrounded me in my crib. Each morning, Mommy would dress me in a fresh onesie, securing a pacifier to my outfit before taking me to Mrs. Henderson's daycare. Mommy would walk me to the daycare, the rhythmic creaking of the pram's wheels merging with the occasional gurgles of contentment that escaped my pacifier. Once there, Mrs. Henderson would seamlessly integrate the pram into the nursery's routine, creating a cozy cocoon where I could rest and observe the activities of the other toddlers. The daycare days unfolded with Mrs. Henderson and Mrs. Simmons orchestrating the nursery's bustling energy. Stroller outings became a regular occurrence, with the other toddlers comfortably seated in twin strollers, their laughter intermingling with the ambient sounds of the neighborhood. As for me, the pram became my haven during these outings—strapped in securely, my surroundings a blend of the stroller's hood and the gentle hum of the outside world. At home, after a day spent in the comforting chaos of the daycare, Mommy continued the rituals of caretaking. The highchair hosted meals where spoonfuls of pureed baby food found their way to my waiting mouth. Diaper changes, once a source of embarrassment, became routine, and Mommy's gentle baby talk accompanied the familiar rustling of a fresh diaper. In the evenings, the nursery's soft lullabies were replaced by the warmth of my crib at home. The plush toys served as silent companions, witnessing the continuation of my infantile journey. The sun was shining down upon us, as Mommy led me up the driveway towards Aunty Karen's house and to the front door. The doorbell chimed, resonating through the hallway as Aunty Karen greeted us with a warm smile. Her eyes sparkled with affection as she hugged me tightly. "Susan! Patrick!" Aunty Karen exclaimed, ushering us into the vibrant living room. As the door closed behind us, the air carried a different energy, a subtle shift that tugged at the edges of my infantile awareness. Mommy guided me through the house and towards Jack’s room, where surely my Cousin would be waiting my arrival, ready to play. The familiar scent of baby powder mingled with the distant hum of children's laughter, creating a nostalgic ambiance. Entering Jack's room, my eyes widened in subtle recognition of the changes that had unfolded within these four walls. Jack's crib, once a miniature fortress of safety, had vanished, replaced by a toddler bed adorned with colorful sheets. Stuffed animals now shared the space with action figures and picture books, and the room seemed to breathe with the vibrancy of a young child's world. Aunty Karen, noticing my gaze lingering on the transformed room, chuckled softly. "Jack's growing up so fast, isn't he? We decided it was time for a big boy bed, and he absolutely loves it." Mommy nodded in agreement, her hand gently patting my padded bottom. "They do grow up quickly, don't they?" she remarked, a subtle twinge of acknowledgment in her voice. As Aunty Karen and Mommy engaged in conversation about the nuances of parenthood, my attention gravitated towards Cousin Jack. He quickly waddled across the room once he spotted me, every step with a sense of newfound confidence, his once tentative steps now more purposeful. His chubby cheeks beamed with innocence, yet there was an undeniable trace of the burgeoning independence that accompanies growing up. The room itself told a story of Jack's gradual evolution. A small desk adorned with coloring books and crayons stood in one corner, a testament to the expanding horizons of a young mind. The shelves once occupied solely by baby toys now housed an eclectic mix of toddler-friendly playthings. Cousin Jack's room buzzed with the animated chatter of a blossoming toddler. His voice, once a collection of cute babbling, had transformed into a cascade of words that painted a vivid picture of his developing world. "Aunty! Look!" Jack pointed enthusiastically to a drawing he'd just completed at his small desk, the crayons scattered in an array of vibrant colors. Aunty Karen praised him with an encouraging smile, reveling in the simple joys of a child's artistic triumph. "Wow, Jack, that's amazing! You're such a big boy now," Mommy exclaimed, ruffling his soft hair. n the midst of this lively exchange, I found myself clinging to the comfort of my pacifier, my thumb gently tracing circles on the soft surface. The contrast between Jack's verbal exuberance and my silence was palpable. I felt a twinge of hesitance, a reluctance to partake in the verbal dance that seemed to come so effortlessly to Jack. Mommy, sensing my hesitation, knelt beside me, her warm eyes meeting mine. "Hey there, sweetheart. Jack's doing so well with his words. Can you show Mommy your big-boy words too?" I gazed up at her with a mixture of uncertainty and a subtle yearning for understanding. The pacifier, a familiar ally, beckoned to me like a silent refuge. I hesitated, sucking on it thoughtfully. Mommy's expression softened, her fingers gently stroking my hair. "It's okay, Patrick.” As Jack continued to narrate his adventures with colorful dinosaurs and imaginary friends, I clung to the pacifier as if it held the answers to the unspoken questions swirling within me. Jack, noticing my contemplative silence, waddled over with a cheerful grin. "Patwick, pway too! We have fun!" His invitation hung in the air, a bridge between our worlds. I met his gaze, finding a glimmer of camaraderie in his innocent eyes. Yet, the pacifier remained a silent companion, a barrier between the unspoken and the verbal. As Jack's bubbly laughter echoed through the room, a storm brewed within the confines of my thoughts. I sat in the midst of his animated world, pacifier nestled between my lips, eyes fixated on the playful dance of his toddlerhood. The realization, a subtle revelation that had tiptoed through the recesses of my mind, now unfurled its weight upon my consciousness. Jack, my once-baby cousin, had surpassed me. His room, a tangible tableau of growth and progress, spoke volumes about the inexorable march of time. The crib replaced by a toddler bed, baby toys sharing space with more age-appropriate companions—each shift in the room's dynamics whispered the passage of days, a progression I had been too immersed in my own infantile cocoon to fully grasp. I had observed Jack's gradual ascent into the realm of verbal fluency, the confident strides of a toddler finding his voice. Yet, the stark reality now hit me with an unexpected force. Jack, the symbol of innocent infancy, had not only kept pace with time but had surged ahead, leaving me trailing in the wake of his developmental milestones. The pace of my regression had become a paradoxical race against the very childhood I was supposed to be reliving. Jack, once a companion in the shared journey of diapers and onesies, now emerged as a symbol of the fleeting nature of time, slipping through my fingers like sand. The nursery days, once a sanctuary, now bore the weight of a realization—Jack, my once-baby cousin, had not only grown up but had effortlessly overtaken the very existence I sought to relive. The living room buzzed with the effervescent energy of childish delight as Mommy and Aunty Karen looked on with warm smiles. Me, clad in a snug onesie with a plush teddy bear pattern, sat on the colorful playmat surrounded by an array of soft toys. Jack, now a sprightly toddler in his vibrant t-shirt and shorts, bounced around with the unbridled exuberance of youth. "Alright, you two little munchkins, play nicely together now!" Aunty Karen encouraged, her eyes twinkling with maternal affection. Mommy nodded, her attention divided between the us. "Mommy's right here if you need anything, sweetheart," she assured me, as I responded with a subtle coo and a contented suckle on his pacifier. As Jack animatedly stacked blocks into towering structures, I found solace in the familiarity of my plush toys, arranging them in a comforting tableau. The pacifier, a constant companion, offered a silent refuge amid the lively symphony of Jack's play. Aunty Karen's gaze, however, lingered on me with a mixture of affection and a subtle acknowledgment of the nuanced dynamics at play. Jack, in the midst of his construction fervor, glanced at me with sparkling eyes. "Patwick, play blocks too!" he urged, extending a small handful towards me. I hesitated, my fingers momentarily tracing the contours of my pacifier. The unspoken reluctance to fully embrace the invitation hung in the air, a subtle acknowledgment that our play, though shared, unfolded on disparate planes of existence. Aunty Karen, sensing the nuanced dynamics, offered an encouraging smile. "Go on, Patrick. Play with Jack. It's fun!" Reluctantly, I set the pacifier aside, my hands tentatively reaching for the colorful blocks. Jack beamed with delight, his eyes gleaming as our worlds momentarily converged in a shared exploration of shapes and colors. The blocks clicked together, forming a miniature city under Jack's imaginative command. He narrated tales of adventures, his words weaving a vivid tapestry that danced in the air like colorful butterflies. I sat beside him, hands fumbling with the blocks, struggling to articulate my contributions in the language of play that Jack had effortlessly mastered. "Look, Patwick! Dinosaurs!" Jack exclaimed, his small fingers arranging the blocks into whimsical shapes. I smiled, a fragile echo of enthusiasm on my lips, but my attempts at verbalizing my own ideas were met with an internal stumbling. The words seemed to elude me, slipping through the grasp of my mental faculties like sand slipping through clenched fingers. As Jack continued his animated storytelling, my gaze shifted to Mommy and Aunty Karen, who observed with expressions caught between pride and concern. The room pulsed with the vivacity of Jack's play, and the discrepancy between his verbal fluency and my own struggled attempts lay bare. Jack handed me a toy dinosaur, his eyes filled with anticipation. "Roar, Patwick! Like dis!" My mind wrestled with the simplicity of the command. Roaring should be easy, right? Yet, as I attempted to mimic the playful growl, the sounds emerged as feeble whispers, lost in the effervescent symphony of Jack's vibrant narrative. Aunty Karen, sensing my internal struggle, offered an encouraging smile. "It's okay, Patrick. Everyone has their own way of playing. Just have fun!" I nodded, my silent agreement lost in the echoes of Jack's exuberant laughter. The disparity between us deepened—a subtle reminder that, in this shared moment of play, Jack had not only surpassed the confines of infancy but had become the maestro orchestrating a symphony in which I struggled to find my voice. Mommy knelt beside me, her hand resting on my shoulder. "You're doing great, sweetheart. Playtime is about enjoying each other's company." Yet, the weight of inadequacy lingered, an unspoken burden that accompanied the realization of being outpaced in the simple act of play. Jack, in his world of vibrant imagination, had left the cocoon of infancy far behind, while I remained ensconced in its gentle embrace. As the playtime unfolded, the mental dissonance intensified—a silent struggle against the disparity, a yearning to bridge the gap between the imaginative realms we inhabited. The blocks continued to click, and the room resonated with Jack's laughter. The weight of inadequacy pressed upon me, a silent storm brewing within the confines of my thoughts. Jack's laughter, once a symphony of shared innocence, now felt like a distant melody echoing in the background. A sudden surge of emotion welled up, a turbulent wave that threatened to spill over. My eyes, glistening with unshed tears, betrayed the internal turmoil. Mommy, attuned to the subtle shifts in my demeanor, knelt beside me with concern etched across her face. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" she asked, her gentle voice a soothing balm. I struggled to find the words, the frustration and sadness welling up like an overwhelming tide. The pacifier, once a reliable sanctuary, felt inadequate in the face of this emotional tempest. Aunty Karen, sensing the palpable tension, observed with a mixture of concern and reassurance. Mommy, ever vigilant, reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead. "Is it time for a cuddle, Patrick?" she asked, her eyes searching mine for answers. The words hovered on the tip of my tongue, an elusive expression of the inner turmoil. Instead, a whimper escaped, a raw manifestation of the emotional storm that raged within. Mommy, recognizing the need for comfort, moved swiftly, retrieving a soft baby bottle filled with warm formula. "Shh, it's okay, sweetheart. Mommy's here," she whispered, as the soothing cadence of Jack's play continued in the background, the clatter of blocks and the joyful laughter creating a backdrop to the intimate scene unfolding on the couch. Mommy, with a tender touch, eased me onto her lap, cradling me in the curve of her arm. The plush cushions of the couch embraced us as a haven—a sanctuary where the complexities of regression found solace. With a gentle sway, Mommy began to feed me the warm bottle of formula, the rhythmic suckling providing both nourishment and a reassuring connection. The bottle, a conduit for comfort, became a focal point in this tender moment—a tangible link between the infantile realm and the emotional needs that transcended the boundaries of regression. Mommy's soothing whispers accompanied the delicate dance of the bottle between us. "There, there, sweetheart. Mommy's here. You can tell Mommy what's bothering you when you're ready." Aunty Karen, glancing over from the playful tableau with Jack, offered a knowing smile. The complexities of this journey, both visible and concealed, were etched across her features. Jack, immersed in the joy of building block towers, remained blissfully unaware of the emotional currents swirling on the couch. As the bottle neared its end, a quiet calm settled within me. The storm of emotions that had raged moments ago began to dissipate, leaving behind a sense of serenity. Mommy, with a tender kiss on my forehead, cradled me in her arms, the remnants of the bottle set aside. "Feeling better, sweetheart?" she asked, her eyes searching mine for the telltale signs of emotional release. With a gentle sigh of reassurance, Mommy eased me down onto the couch cushions, where the residual warmth of her embrace lingered. As she stood up, a watchful guardian over both Jack's joyful play and my tender moment of regression, Aunty Karen momentarily slipped out of the room, her steps echoing softly in the distance. The room, bathed in the soft glow of sunlight filtering through sheer curtains, retained the echoes of playtime—blocks clattering, Jack's laughter cascading like a melody. Mommy, returning to her observation post beside the couch, watched over me with a loving gaze, a silent assurance that I was not alone. Aunty Karen re-entered the room, her arms cradling a folded object obscured by a gentle smile. As she approached, the mystery she held unfurled—a colorful baby gym play mat, a relic from Jack's earlier days. The mat, adorned with whimsical patterns and dangling toys, now lay waiting to become a canvas for new memories. "Look what I found, Patrick!" Aunty Karen exclaimed, unfolding the play mat with care. The vibrant hues of the mat unfurled like a canvas of childhood dreams. Soft fabric adorned with smiling animals and pastel-colored shapes sprawled across the living room floor, transforming the space into a haven of innocence. Dangling from the arches were a myriad of toys—soft plushies, crinkling shapes, and a tiny mirror reflecting the curious eyes of an infant. Mommy, her eyes twinkling with a blend of nostalgia and anticipation, gestured for me to join the makeshift play area. As I laid down on the inviting surface of the mat, the texture beneath me became a comforting embrace—a fusion of memory and the unfolding present. Aunty Karen, with the tender efficiency of a caregiver, positioned a couple of plush toys within reach, their friendly faces inviting exploration. "There you go, Patrick. Just like old times, huh?" she remarked with a warm smile. The soft fabric of the play mat cradled me, a gentle embrace that invited exploration. Above me, the arches adorned with dangling toys swayed in a delicate dance, captivating my attention with their playful allure. Plush animals with smiling faces and colorful shapes swirled in a mesmerizing ballet, each movement a lullaby of innocence. The tiny mirror hanging from one of the arches caught my gaze—a miniature portal reflecting the wonder in my eyes. As I reached out to touch the mirrored surface, the captivating dance continued, the toys responding to the gentle sways of my exploration. Mommy, seated on the couch beside Aunty Karen observed the scene with a knowing smile. "It's incredible how these simple toys can still captivate, isn't it?" Karen nodded, her eyes gleaming with a blend of affection and understanding. "Jack used to love this play mat. But, you know, he's outgrown it now." As I continued to engage with the dangling treasures above, their conversation became a distant hum. The plush toys, once cherished by Jack, seemed to have found new life in my exploration. The room, with its echoes of playtime, became a sanctuary where the nuances of regression unfolded with each touch and gaze. Aunty Karen's voice, however, carried a subtle note of reflection. "It's strange, isn't it? Watching Jack grow up so quickly. But, Patrick seems to have found his own magic in these simple toys." Mommy, her gaze flitting between the scene on the play mat and Aunty Karen, sighed with a tender understanding. The enchanting dance of dangling toys and the gentle swaying of the play mat's arches lulled me into a serene trance. The soft textures beneath me became a haven, and the room's surroundings blurred as I slipped into the comforting embrace of an infantile haze. Time lost its sharp edges, the rhythmic dance above casting a spell that transported me to a world where simplicity reigned. Aunty Karen, engrossed in conversation with Mommy, continued to share reflections on Jack's growth and the delicate balance of adulthood and regression. As the words flowed around me like a distant melody, my gaze fixated on the plush toys and the mirrored reflection that seemed to beckon with an irresistible charm. In this cocoon of regression, I lost track of the minutes, the soft coos and giggles escaping me echoing in the room. Unbeknownst to me, Jack, amidst his play, approached Aunty Karen with a fidgety restlessness. "Mommy, I wet," he announced with the innocence only a toddler could possess. Aunty Karen, momentarily torn between the ongoing conversation and Jack's needs, smiled reassuringly. "Alright, sweetheart, let's get you changed." The room, once wrapped in the hazy enchantment of the play mat, witnessed an unexpected disruption. A loud, wet sound echoed through the air, shattering the delicate ambiance like a sudden clap of thunder. I felt a peculiar warmth, accompanied by a familiar pressure, and the realization dawned with an embarrassing clarity. Aunty Karen, momentarily taken aback, redirected her attention from Jack. My face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and realization as the unmistakable sound of a wet fart and the subsequent squelch of a messy diaper filled the room. "Oh, sweetheart," Mommy sighed, her eyes reflecting a mixture of understanding and empathy. The play mat, once a haven of innocence, now served as a makeshift changing station. Mommy, with a mix of tenderness and efficiency, laid me down on the soft fabric, the plush toys and mirrored arches witnessing the less glamorous aspects of regression. Mommy, with a reassuring smile, began the task of changing my diaper. The room, once filled with playful coos and the rhythmic dance of dangling toys, now bore witness to the intricate rituals of caregiving. Aunty Karen, momentarily having left the room to tend to Jack's changing needs, returned with him in tow. The room seemed to hold its breath as the contrasting scenes unfolded—the awkward reality of my messy diaper change juxtaposed with the more mundane aspects of Jack's progression. As Mommy worked, the plush toys and the mirrored arches offered silent companionship. Aunty Karen, with Jack by her side, observed the scene with a knowing smile. "Looks like we have a bit of cleanup here, huh?" Meanwhile, Jack stood nearby, an unexpected presence in his changed state. Aunty Karen, catching my glance, explained, "Oh, we decided to try something new today, Patrick. Jack's in a pull-up now. He's been doing so well with potty training." My eyes widened in a mixture of surprise and recognition. Jack, my once-baby cousin, had indeed crossed another milestone—a shift from diapers to pull-ups, a step towards the independence of potty training. The room seemed to hold a subtle breath as this unexpected revelation unfolded. As Mommy secured the fresh diaper in place, Jack, with an air of newfound pride, stood beside his mom. A sudden wave of realization and vulnerability swept over me as Jack's transition to pull-ups and the impending journey into potty training became all too apparent. The stark contrast between his progress and my continued immersion in the world of diapers and changing rituals hit me with an unexpected force. As Aunty Karen and Mommy conversed, I felt a lump forming in my throat, the unspoken acknowledgment of the growing divide between Jack's journey and my own. The room, once filled with coos and laughter, now echoed with a solitary note of vulnerability. Aunty Karen noticed my crestfallen expression, and Mommy, ever attuned to the subtle shifts in my emotions, paused in her actions. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" Mommy inquired, her eyes searching mine for the telltale signs of distress. I bit my lip, the weight of unspoken emotions threatening to spill over. The realization that Jack was swiftly moving towards potty training, leaving me behind in the realm of diapers and onesies, became a poignant reality. The room seemed to blur as a tear escaped, tracing a path down my cheek. "I think someone might be overtired," she remarked, offering a tender smile. "Let's get you ready for a nap, sweetheart." With a gentle touch, Mommy carefully redressed me in my onesie, the soft fabric a comforting embrace against my skin. The plush toys and mirrored arches, witnesses to the emotional nuances of regression, seemed to emanate a quiet understanding. The realization of Jack's impending potty training, though still looming, took a backseat to the immediate need for rest and rejuvenation. Mommy, gently leading me through the house with a nurturing tenderness, announced, "I think it's time for a little nap, Patrick.” Aunty Karen, understanding the need for a respite, offered a warm smile, bridging the gap between shared experiences and the individual journeys that lay ahead. "Thank you for having us, Karen," Mommy expressed her gratitude, her voice carrying a blend of appreciation and a hint of wistfulness. "It's always a joy to spend time with you and Jack." Aunty Karen reciprocated with a gentle hug, the unspoken understanding of the unique dynamics lingering in the embrace. "Anytime, Susan.” As we made our way towards the door, Jack, with his newfound pride in pull-ups, waved a cheerful goodbye. The room, once filled with the nuanced dance of regression and growth, faded into the background. Outside, the fresh air embraced us, carrying the promise of a tranquil journey home. Mommy guided me towards our car, a familiar cocoon that awaited us. As Mommy settled me into my carseat, the rhythmic hum of the engine became a lullaby, a prelude to the nap that awaited. Mommy, with a tender smile, glanced back at Aunty Karen's house. "We'll be back soon, won't we, Patrick?" she murmured, her words a reassurance, despite the emotional nuances of the day.

Just donated $69.69 to hopefully make this sting a little less. That leaves you with $69.69 over the $400 goal, which should both help with the $30 hit and give you some extra cash for whatever you might need. <3 I know how chargebacks can be, back when I was younger a friend gave me a decent chunk of money as a paypal gift. Their father did a chargeback on all card purchases cause they were being too wasteful and spent like a ton on a twitch streamer or something. Well that not only put me in the negatives, but also slapped a huge fee ontop (since there were multiple of these gifts, each one with a fee smacked on for the chargeback.) I did not have a job and basically just had a paypal for friends and family to easily give me money. I had a very, very hard time getting my paypal into the positives again.

You do not have to show a burden of having sent it to the Library of Congress or anything. A simple title and your pen name should suffice with a shot of when you published it would suffice in theory. I think even there being a question of legitimacy would make them pull it. I'd try the report it. I agree with Valentine, standing up to these idiots is a sad necessity.

Just be up front with them when you are meeting with the nurse and or tell your doctor. I have been in this situation many of times. They are professional. The diapers they normally provide are thin and cheap. I always take my own.

Hi. Soon, I’ll be in hospital because I’m having surgery on my right arm. How should I tell them that I need to wear diapers due to Bedwetting and how do they handle it? What is ur experience? Thanks for your replies

When i was about 12 years old and in middle school, i had several peeing incidents happen to me due to my incontinence, one even happened in the gym during gym class which was very humiliating for me, so to avoid further embarrassment my mother she decided to make me wear diapers/underpants all day also because she was a little tired of being called from school to bring changes of clothes. With the soul of a teenager i perceived all this as a punishment, and obviously i felt quite mortified and humiliated, i remember that i used baggy trousers and long sweatshirts that covered my bottom to hide the diaper to prevent my classmates from finding out, knowing how humiliated i would have felt for their possible teasing. However, as the days went by i got used to it and wearing diapers gave me some comfort, sometimes it happened that i wet myself because i discovered that i somehow liked the sensation of heat in the diaper. i remember that sometimes she would come home wet and I would go to mom to console me and she would help me change into a clean diaper. I had discovered that that type of attention made me feel good, even though I knew that at 12 i was no longer old enough, but in those moments i felt like a child and pampered. It was probably there that the regression thing sparked in me, now that I'm 20 years old obviously that thing is no longer possible, at 11/12 years old it's still acceptable, but not at 20. The only hope of being able to experience these things as well as in my fantasy now, would be to have a partner who supports you, it's not an easy thing to confess, it's already hard to confess that you suffer from urinary incontinence, however I don't lose hope Now i wear diapers at night to avoid nocturnal wetting, i wouldn't need them because my bed wetting is very rare, but it makes me feel safe. Or when so far in advance that i won't have easy access to the bathroom and as a result i wear a pullup which in an emergency saves me from the humiliation of an accident. However, to talk about my regression fetish, it's not that i want to go back to being a child completely, i'm really proud of my mind and my intelligence which has always allowed me to get high grades at school first and now at university, I would be terrified of lose it. My fetish consists of remaining myself but at the same time feeling pampered and cared for for a while, it's something that recharges me and makes me feel good, I don't know if I can explain myself

Wishing my fellow Christians a very Happy Easter And for the non believers, you get some chocolate too!

Chapter 36: Offer Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess “Miss Clarke…” “Mrs. I’m a married woman, SIR.” I replied, trying to pull all my snark together into one sentence. “If you can even make it through this without being declared immature and ending up back in nappies…” The Prime Minister responded with his own snark that made him sound like he was in control. But we both knew that wasn’t true, otherwise he wouldn’t be contacting me. “If anyone is incompetent and in need of re-raising… it's you, Sir. Going against the will of the people… even from the start… that’s a pretty idiotic thing to do…” “As if they know what is best for the country.” He scoffed. “I thought you had values.” “I do. And those values include knowing what is best for all littles. And that involves nurseries, regular changings and all responsibility taken away from you.” “I thought the party always supported littles. At least… enough to give us some freedom. That's why I agreed to join you.” “They did. That’s what made it so easy to make my way to a prominent leadership role and form the cabinet I desired. I do believe in a lot the Green Democrats aspire for… but not when it comes to littles.” He sounded so cocky. “And you’ve been working with Chris Slater this entire time.” “He’s the only little I actually admire. He had an Amazon mind in a little’s body, and I promised him great things. Shame you had to attack him like that.” “So what do you want, Sir…?” “I want you to call off this silly tantrum, this instant.” He barked at me. “Tantrum? Is that what you think this is? You think we’re just having a strop because we didn’t get what we want?” “Exactly that. So call it off, Mrs Clarke, otherwise I’ll have to resort to…” “Using hypnosis on an unwilling population, mass scale? Arresting people for protesting lawfully?” “They are rioting…” “Some are. A tiny minority are using this unrest as a great opportunity to steal and destroy stuff. But most who are being arrested are peacefully protesting. It’s your police force that are…” “Oh come off it. As if a little knows anything about how the world works.” He laughed. “I know a lot more about the cruelty of this world than you do. And unlike you, I’ve met people from other worlds and seen how they treat others less privileged. Some treat others with disdain, sure, but most try to treat minorities with kindness and respect. We need to follow their example. Littles need equal rights.” “Littles need a sharp spanking and an early bedtime.” He snapped angrily at me. “I can see this is going nowhere. You’re unreasonable.” I sighed. “And you’re a little brat.” “Sir…? Go fuck yourself.” And with that, I hung up on him. There was an awkward silence filling the room. “So… no offer then?” Dotty asked, finally breaking it. “No offer. He won’t even listen to reason, let alone a little’s demands.” I replied, trying to keep my anger in check now that that was over. “What now then?” She asked. “We continue. We shut down more of the country. Get our message out. Get more of the population joining with us. They have a dwindling police force and no backup from the armed forces, they can only hold out so long.” “But what…” Dotty asked before being cut off. “I’m proud of you, Olivia.” Claire said, pulling me in for a hug. “I would have said much worse to that human stain.” “I… I need to see Charlie now, if that’s okay?” I asked around the room. “Of course, hun. Dotty, you got control for a few hours?” Claire asked Dotty. Dotty just nodded and smiled up at her, before turning to me and smiling more. “I’ll… be back soon…” I returned the smile, waving goodbye to my newest friend and ally. ----------------------------------------------------------------- “CHARLIE!” I screamed, running through the doorway, leaping up onto the huge hospital bed and pouncing on my wife, who seemed surprised by my sudden appearance. Claire had snuck me out of LIBRA HQ and through the city, before sneaking me into the hospital, as this was probably one of the locations they were looking out for me most. “L… Liv?” Charlie replied, her face lighting up upon seeing me. “Is it you? As in… the real you?” I asked, pulling my face up from her chest long enough to ask it. “I… think so. I… Liv… I…” “It’s okay! I’m glad you’re…” “No, I have to say something… I…” “No, Charlie, it’s okay, you don’t have to say anything.” “I do though. I… I’m sorry. I’m sorry for putting you through that.” Tears started streaming down her cheeks. “It’s okay, Charlie, seriously, it wasn’t you.” I replied, holding back my own tears as best I could. “It was though. Those were my maternal urges… I just… I couldn’t control them.” “So? We’ve been together for years now, and you’ve handled them well. It wasn’t until Chris…” “Chris…? Chris did… this… to me?” “Yeah, he was working with the Prime Minister and wanted to knock me down a peg… or a hundred.” “I’ll kill…” She clenched her fists in a fit of pure rage, so I quickly placed my small hand on her much larger one, and thankfully that was enough for her to come back to me. “I… nearly did.” I admitted. “What happened? I came to and Nessa of all people was sitting here with me. That was a huge surprise after all these years! She told me she met you and that you told her to come watch over me whilst apparently the country is going to shit?” “Language…” I grinned up at her. “Oi! Don’t you start, little missy! I… ugh, no, sorry… that just… feels weird now…” “No, it’s okay, I think it’ll take a lot of time and even more therapy to process what happened so we can get back to our normal Mummy/baby thing.” “I… didn’t do too much damage did I? I remember flashes of it… but… that’s about it. Like I was in the passenger seat… but only for some of it.” “You used that brute force hypnosis stuff on me, which I must admit… wasn’t fun.” “How… how are you…?” Her voice quivered, she was worried. “Still me? Nanites, thankfully. Though it did actually affect me at first.” “Oh good!” She breathed a sigh of relief. “Speaking of which… how am I back to normal now?” “Faith is here. She’s been working with the device that turned you into that… person… and managed to reverse engineer what happened to your brain and fix it.” “Remind me to thank her. And Eve. Again. Also… when did you and Nessa meet? I… always thought you two would get along, and it makes me so happy to see you did. I just wish I kept in touch with her…” “She saved my life when I ran from the police during the protests.” I laughed, awkwardly. “You… ran… from the police?” “I… yeah… there may or may not be a warrant out for my arrest…” “Olivia…” She looked at me, sternly, using that disapproving voice she only saves for special occasions. ‘Uh oh. Full name… I’m in trouble.’ “Look, over half the population is protesting up and down the country, the government is corrupt and the unrest was already a powder keg just waiting for a spark. My near-adoption and the press event was the spark that lit it up.” I explained, hoping it would make her worry about me less. “Your near…? OLIVIA! What the hell happened whilst I was out of it?” Charlie sounded scared again… “I… I’ll catch you up. But I’ll have to leave in about an hour or so, LIBRA still needs my help.” “You’re helping LIBRA? After everything Chris did…?” “I’m leading them.” I grinned at her, awkwardly. “You’re… well, I guess that was a natural progression for you. You just can’t help but get involved when people need you, can you?” She smiled at me, warmly. “Like Mummy, like baby…” “Touché. Fine, well… just… be careful, okay baby?” Yeah… it still felt weird her calling me that. I guess that’s going to take a while for me to be okay with again. “I… I will.” “So, snuggle up and tell me about everything that has been going on…” “Charlie? Oh hey, Liv!” Faith said from the door just after I told Charlie about what my earlier conversation with the Prime Minister was about. I had told Charlie all about the speech, the incident with Chris, the near adoption, the protests, Nessa saving me, and then all about working with LIBRA to keep things going. And the entire time she had this face that was full of fear… and pride. We had avoided the awkward subject of what happened whilst she was… you know… ‘not herself’. I think that was going to be our unspoken thing for a while, until we let it all out in therapy. Ellie has got her work cut out for her… “Hey Faith, thanks for healing Charlie and getting her back on her feet.” I said to my sister. “Ah ah! No getting out of bed yet! I may have fixed the damage, but there is still some healing to do. The brain is a complex and sensitive thing to mess about with. At least that’s what Eve told me to tell you. So bed rest for you, okay Charlie?” Faith replied, sounding just like Charlie does when she’s trying to be all dominant with me. Charlie just smiled and nodded at Faith, who smiled back at her. “So… Liv…?” Faith said, shifting on her feet like she had some big secret she wanted to say, but couldn’t. “What’s up?” I asked. “Can… Can I talk to you outside for a moment?” “Sure! Charlie… are…?” I was about to ask my wife if she was okay with me leaving her for a bit, but as usual, she knew what I was going to say before I even said it. I’m glad we’re still on that wavelength at least, even if our Mummy/baby stuff is out of whack right now. “I’ll be fine. The nurses here are wonderful and Eve said she’d be here soon to give me another scan. Plus I have Nessa outside, keeping watch. So go, help her with whatever she needs, I’ll be fine. But promise to come back, I need more kisses from my wife!” “I… fine. Now I’m definitely coming back straight away, I missed you!” “I missed you too.” Charlie replied, grabbing my cheeks with her hands and pulling me forwards, planting a soft, cute little kiss on my forehead, before lifting me off the bed effortlessly and patting my butt, making me scoot away quickly. “What is it, Faith?” I asked as we walked into a little room that we had walked down multiple corridors to get to. It was empty, with no-one nearby, not even in the hallway outside. Faith really liked the isolation it seemed, and this benefited me because I had to stay hidden, just in case this place was being surveilled. “I fixed it.” She said, closing the door behind us, leaving me in this little room with nothing but a table, some tools, and a bunch of mechanical scraps. “Fixed what?” “The device.” She said, pointing to a small box-shaped device on the table with a little console on one of its faces. ‘That… that’s the simple, innocent-looking thing that broke Charlie…’ I thought to myself, feeling anger surge through my body. “Wait, it needed fixing?” I asked. “When I got my hands on it, I could tell that Slater guy and his tech team had tried to create this so it would work on a mass scale, something akin to the tech the Amazons use on littles through televisions. This would be really hard to trace, no one would even know what was happening until it was too late, but they never got it to work on anything mass scale. It uses soundwaves to…” “Another time, Faith. So what did you fix exactly?” I asked. “I’ve gotten it so the soundwaves can actually be broadcast through anything. Televisions, radios, phone signals… whatever. Just one press of the button and it’ll broadcast whatever subliminal message you want to send into the minds of Amazons… or littles in fact. If activated, it would send out a signal wirelessly, broadcasting it on any nearby devices. And if those devices are connected to the internet or through cables… then it would spread like a virus, sending the message through the whole system. You can limit how far it goes, but yeah… this could go everywhere.” “So this…” “Could turn the Amazons into mindless babies, just like what they do to littles.” “That… sounds dangerous.” I replied. “Oh it is! Imagine if Chris used this tech mass scale. I know he used it on that Madison woman, and on Charlie… but imagine the power he could have over anyone!” “I’m glad we uncovered it all before he had a chance. This machine… should be destroyed.” “But Liv… this… this could solve everything. Make Amazons into mindless babies…” “That would be cruel and unjust, plus who would take care of all those Amazons? Not like littles can just step up… we’re not as strong or tall as they are.” “Oh I agree, I don’t think I could ever do that to them. But what about just making them more… open minded?” Faith suggested. “Open minded?” I asked, confused. “To littles. To equality. You could make them agree to your Littles Equality Act thing. You could fix the country in seconds. You could fix the world…” “I… that does sound tempting. No more protests needed. No more fighting. No more illegal adoptions… we couldn’t use it on other countries though, if it did get noticed it could be considered an act of war… I…” I was speechless. This… this was bigger than any one person. Using it on Madison was… okay, I guess… but this… “Faith… this is too much power for anyone.” “Oh I agree!” “Then why did you fix it?” “I… look, I see something not working, I have to fix it just to prove that I can! Plus I needed to test the new update I’m going to upload to Charlie’s nanites to protect her from this in the future.” “I…” I sighed and put my palm to my forehead. “We need to destroy it.” “That’s okay, I know how to disable it and take it apart so that no one can rebuild it. As long as we make sure Chris doesn’t have copies and can’t rebuild it himself… we’ll be okay.” She grabbed a screwdriver and sat down at the desk, pulling the device close to her. 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Seventy-Six I walked out of Paige’s bathroom and closed the door behind me–praying that she’d not open that door until three to four years from now. I slowly walked back to the living room, trying not to look too ashamed of myself. Paige was sitting on the couch, in the exact spot that I left her. The look of concern that was on her face when I got up and practically ran to the bathroom was still there. “Are you alright?” she asked. “Better now,” I said. “Sorry about that.” She shrugged. “You don’t have to apologize. I was just worried when you ran off like you did.” “Something, uh, wasn’t sitting well with me,” I said. “Something I ate? Drank?” “Poor baby,” she cooed, patting the seat on the couch where I had been sitting earlier. “Come over here. Sit down. I’ll get you some water. Tea, maybe?” I dragged myself across the living room and sat down on the couch again, this time sitting so close to her that I almost landed on her lap. Her hands were on me almost immediately, gently petting my thighs, my chest, my shoulders, and my head. She clearly wanted to do whatever she could to take care of me–just as it was also clear that she didn’t have very much experience in taking care of anyone besides herself. “I’ll be okay,” I assured her. “But I need to be honest with you about something. And it’s pretty embarrassing.” “We’re wearing diapers,” she said. “You can probably tell me anything.” “I…really, uhm, had to go.” I realized that that probably wasn’t clear enough, and I needed to elaborate: “I had to…go. To the bathroom.” I knew that probably wasn’t much better. “Right,” she said, nodding. She had paused, head cocked and waiting for more information. I sighed, realizing I was going to have to spell it out for her: “I, uhm, used your toilet.” “Oh,” she said, her eyes growing with surprise. “I didn’t think you did that.” “I don’t,” I said. “Well…I haven’t. Not in a very long time. But I had to, uhm… Well…let’s just say that it would’ve been a terrible first date if I had done it in my diaper.” “Ah,” she nodded. “I’ll trust your judgment.” “You may want to avoid using your bathroom for a while.” She laughed. “You do realize that I stink the damn thing up every day, right?” I sighed and shook my head. “Sorry, this is a really weird conversation. Especially on the first night we’re hanging out.” “You handled it like a champ,” she said, slowly rubbing my thigh with her hand. “Though, I have to admit, I’m a little curious about what might have been.” I was cracking a smile now. Everything about her–her tone, the way she touched me, the way she looked at me–had this warm and friendly energy that helped me feel incredibly comfortable. “It wouldn’t have been pretty.” “Describe it to me,” she said. “Let’s pretend it happened. What do you think would’ve happened next?” “D-do you want the, uh, best case scenario?” She nodded, emitting a melodic hum into my ear. “Please. The very best case scenario.” I took a deep breath, leaned back on the couch, and closed my eyes so that I could better picture the scene. I felt her one hand on my thigh still. The other was rubbing my back between my shoulder blades. “So…I rushed into the bathroom,” I started, my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted to ask if she was sure she wanted to hear this–but she had already told me as much. I needed to trust that. “My bowels were…uhm… Well, I really had to go. I had to go for a while. It was a miracle I didn’t burst sooner.” I opted to leave out the part where I was distraught because I had been thinking about Ava while I kissed her. “Oh my,” she whispered into my ear, sounding like this was the most dramatic thing that she had ever heard in her life. “What happens then?” “I…I had to make a choice. The toilet. Or the diaper.” “And you chose the…” “I chose the diaper,” I said. In my fantasies, I’d always choose the diaper. Her hand’s grip tightened on my thigh a little. I thought it might be closer to my diaper now, but I’m not entirely sure. I remembered thinking that there was a reason I didn’t want her hand to get too close to my diaper, but I couldn’t remember what it was. It’s fine. For now, I let it be. “So what did you do?” she asked. “I… Well, what else could I do? I wear diapers. I don’t use the potty.” “Mmm,” she practically squeaks into my ear. She liked that. We were getting into the part where I worried she might regret asking me to make up this little story. “I thought about leaving the bathroom and just rushing back to the living room. I, uhm, wanted you to see it happen, you know? I wanted you to watch me do it.” In my periphery, I saw her head nodding slightly. “But I didn’t make it. All at once, it’s just…pushed out of me.” “It?” she asked. My cheeks warm and I bite my bottom lip for a moment. “Y-you know what I mean, right?” “Well…I just want to be sure you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about. “My…poop. All at once, I just…pooped myself. I pooped in my diaper.” Her hand has migrated further up my thigh. “It was a lot, huh?” “Oh yes,” I nodded. “It just…completely filled the back of my diaper. Like, I’m talking completely packed.” “How did it feel when it happened?” I don’t have to try too hard to imagine what it might have felt like. I’ve experienced it so many times over the last few months–the exact kind of sudden and epic mess that I’m describing now–that I know exactly what it would’ve felt like. I could describe it to her in detail–the feeling of the back of the diaper expanding. The feeling of the mushy load spreading into every vacant space in the diaper that it can find. The weight of it. The foul smell of it. The shameful crackling and crinkling noises that were unique to filling a diaper. I try to summarize it as succinctly as I could: “It felt amazing. Absolutely amazing.” “So then? You’re in the bathroom–my bathroom. You know that I’m out here waiting for you. And…what’s going through your mind?” What’s going through my mind was: I really wish I had actually loaded my diaper now instead of wussing out and filling her toilet instead. “I mean, I was scared. Sure, we talked a lot about using our diapers–but there’s a big difference between talking about them and you actually experiencing me loading my diaper with a pretty big mess. But I can’t stay in your bathroom forever. Besides…my clean diapers are out here in the living room. With you.” “Ah, yes,” she said, giggling. “So you’d have to come out sooner or later.” “Let’s say that, then, I opened the bathroom door and emerged,” I said to her. “Let’s say I stumbled out here in a messy, stinky, diaper. What would you do?” “Well for starters,” she said, “your pants would have to come off. I’d want to see it.” “It’d be gross.” “Maybe I’d like that.” “Be careful what you wish for,” I said. “You never know until you smell it for yourself.” She laughed. “This is a fantasy, remember? I’m sure it smells disgusting. It should, right? It’s poop. But, at that moment, it doesn’t really bother me. I like it. I like the look of shame on your face. I like how it makes me, uhm, jealous.” “Jealous?” “Maybe I’d wish that I had done the same thing.” “You could,” I offered. “It’s a fantasy, remember? It can be anything you want.” “Not this time. This time, we’re talking about your diaper and my reaction to that.” “Ah, right. So, you’re green with jealousy.” “And you’re just…brown?” We both laughed. “What do you do then?” I asked. “Hmm. I dunno.” “Okay, let me ask you this,” I said. “What do you wish would happen to you, if you were in my shoes?” Another content little hum into my ear. “Hmm. Perhaps I’d say: ‘Look at you, you big baby. Did you just make poopies in your diaper?’ And you’d have tears welling in your eyes and you’d nod pathetically. And I’d say: ‘I thought big boys used the potty. But clearly you’re not a big boy, are you?’” My cock strained in my cage as her hand got closer and closer to my diaper. I was supposed to be stopping her, but I couldn’t go through with it. She continued: “I’d say something like: ‘If you’re gonna act like a diaper-filling baby, you ought to be treated like one.’ And I’d make you, uhm, bend over. And I’d spank your dirty diaper.” “Babies don’t usually get spanked for using their diapers,” I said. “It’s my fantasy,” she laughed. “Right, right. Go on.” “Well, I mean, that’s it. I’d spank your dirty diaper. Have you ever had that happen to you before?” I had, of course. More times than she’d even be able to imagine. I still wasn’t ready to get into all of that yet. “Uh, y-yeah. It’s happened.” “I bet that felt good, huh?” I nodded. “Very.” Her hand was on my crotch. It was stroking the swollen padding through my pants. I, still, wasn’t stopping her. Her fingers were sneaking up towards the waistband now, likely aiming to unfasten my belt. If I was going to stop her, this would be the time. But how? Her hand reached my belt and she stopped. “Sh-should I keep going?” I sighed. “If it’s okay with you…maybe not tonight?” Her hand began to retract, but not entirely and not all at once. It was back on my thigh again–a sort-of truce, as if to say: ‘I respect your wishes, but I’m returning to the last place I knew you were okay with my hand being.’ “I’m sorry,” I said, feeling like a doofus all of a sudden. “I just… Well, the whole bathroom thing and my diaper is completely drenched and… I think I’d feel more comfortable if we left some of the mystery for another night.” To my relief, she was smiling and nodding. “Of course.” “Thank you, Ava.” “Huh?” Shit. I’m still thinking about Ava. “Uh…Thank you for understanding.” She seemed mostly unphased by my slip-up. Either she didn’t understand that ‘Ava’ was a name, or she just wasn’t sure what I had said in the first place. “Honestly, it’s kind of a good thing. I tend to be a little…handsy? I could probably benefit from some slowing-down.” This doesn’t make me feel as good as she might’ve hoped it did. I–and probably any other guy in her path–would normally have no issue with her handsy-ness. Paige kept a smile on her face and seemed good natured about the situation, but I could still detect a note of disappointment from her as we continued to sit on the couch together. She had, afterall, brought me back to her apartment from the bar. And now, it seemed we were relegated to doing the same thing we would’ve been doing back at the bar–just talking. “What about your diaper?” I asked. “It’s got to be feeling pretty heavy right now. Pretty squishy?” “Oh, uh, yeah,” she said, her cheeks blushing a little. “I kind of love it.” Mommy would love Paige, I suspected. “You think you’ll change soon?” She shrugged. “I probably should, huh? I can start to smell my pissy pants.” “That could be my diaper too,” I offered, despite being pretty sure that I had smelled her diaper earlier when we were coming up the stairs. “Like, I know we’re not supposed to like this. It’s gross and it’s just not what adults do. But, man…” “I know,” I said, nodding. “Believe me, I know exactly what you mean.” I’d have offered to change her diaper for her, but after shooting her down for getting too close to my own, it didn’t seem like the best idea. So we just talked a while more. Mostly, Paige told me about her sister’s rockstar life–showing me assorted memorabilia and photographs of her sisters standing next to other famous people. Ryan Gosling. The kid from The Sopranos. Tom Hardy. And plenty of people who I didn’t recognize, despite Paige’s excitement when showing me the photos. I was only half paying attention. The other half of my brain was somewhere else entirely. It was wherever Ava was–following her around. I was imagining what she and Caleb might be doing at this very moment. Canoodling. Making out. Fucking. Not a single wet–or dry, for that matter–diaper in sight. “W-well, I had a really good time with you tonight,” I finally said. “But I think I should probably get going.” Again, Paige seemed disappointed, but understanding. “Of course. You’re good to get home?” “Oh yeah,” I shrugged. “Just need to get to the train station and take it out to the suburbs.” From there, I’d call an Uber. Or Mommy. “I can walk you back to the train station if you want.” “I appreciate that,” I said. “But you should probably take care of that wet diaper of yours.” Her cheeks reddened again and she laughed. “Yeah…fair enough. Though, before that, I’ll probably…” Her voice trailed off as she seemed to realize that she was saying too much. “Uh, yeah, I’ll take care of this.” We embraced in her doorway. Again, it felt good to be so close to her–I just wished things had been a little different tonight. Maybe I had jumped the gun with this date. I wasn’t as ready for this as I thought I was. Soon after, I was on the train, squishing myself into a seat in my swampy diaper. I drew my phone from my pocket and texted Mommy. Her reply came pretty quickly. I did, but the answer felt a little more complicated than that. The evening felt steeped in unrealized potential. All the things it could’ve been, and it was mostly just two people talking about diapers. And rockstars. I suspected Mommy would be disappointed by that, but she didn’t say as much. I wondered how much I’d tell her. Would I tell her about my thoughts of Ava? No, probably not. Would I tell her that I used a toilet? Well…she’d probably suspect something was up when she saw the state of my diaper. Wet, for sure–but I had to do a good amount of wiggling and careful prying of the top tapes to get the thing off so I could pull it down. And the same tapes weren’t quite as sticky when I tried pulling it back up again. It was safe to say that my pants were the only thing keeping my diaper in place now. Stepping off the train onto the suburban platform, I immediately spotted Mommy’s gleaming SUV in the parking lot. I quickly trotted over to it, holding my pants up so they didn’t slip with the shifting weight of my loose and heavy diaper. “Looks like you’re carrying quite the load there, Baby,” Mommy smiled as I slipped into the passenger seat. “It’s…just wet.” I didn’t tell her about the condition of the diaper itself. I was thinking I’d wait and let her discover it for herself. “You had a good evening?” she asked as she pulled out of the station’s parking lot. I nodded. “Do you think the two of you will hang out again?” “I think so.” It seemed likely enough. In a perfect world, it wouldn’t happen before I could get my life in a little more order–though the likelihood of it actually working out that way seemed pretty slim. “She was fond of you, I assume.” “Y-yeah.” “How could she not be? You’re the cutest little thing.” Within moments of rolling into the garage, I was escorted back to my nursery where I quickly disrobed from my more ‘adult’ attire and flopped myself onto the changing table. Mommy carefully inspected my diaper, noticing the poor shape the tapes and waistband seemed to be in. “What happened here, Baby? Was this girl trying to pull your diaper right off of you?” “N-no… I had to, uhm, take it off.” Her eyebrows raised curiously. “Oh? Showing off your cage for her? Surely she wasn’t changing you–seeing as how it looks like you’ve been sitting in this puddle for at least an hour or two.” I shook my head. “I…used the potty–uhm, the toilet.” “Ha. You? The potty?” “I…came close to pooping myself in her apartment…” “Her apartment?” “Y-yeah. But…nothing happened.” “You’re allowed to do things, Baby. I never said you couldn’t.” It was nice to hear her say that, but it didn’t make what I said any less true. I repeated myself: “We didn’t do anything. But I really had to go. I didn’t want her to see me like that. I didn’t want to have to deal with changing myself there.” “How did that feel?” she asked. “What was it like to use a potty again?” Honestly, I hadn’t really thought about it that much. I did what I felt I had to do in the moment, and it felt like the most normal thing–save for the embarrassment of leaving a toxic cloud behind in this poor girl’s bathroom. It was only in hindsight that it seemed strange or alien. “Good, I think.” “Uh oh. Is my baby ready for potty training?” I’d have been tempted to say yes–but feeling Mommy’s hands on my diaper as she pulled it open had me reconsidering. I was never going to get sick of this. In moments like this, I felt I could be convinced to have my diaper changed for me for the rest of my life. “I…don’t know.” “Well, you think about it, Baby,” she cooed to me as she drew the first moist wipe from its package. She ran it across my skin, sending those classic tingles up my spine. Maybe I’d just be in diapers for the rest of my life. “How was your night?” I asked. I don’t know what I was expecting–some breezy remark about doing some work or talking to Neve. But I noticed a change in her body language right away. She seemed guarded. Cautious, even. “It was fine,” she said. She quickly changed the subject: “But I’m much more interested in your night. Tell me everything.” I made a mental note to try and come back to this later–it felt like there was something that she wasn’t saying. In the meantime, I told my tale as best as I could. There were bits and pieces I left out–namely, how my mind kept wandering to Ava, though I also managed to skirt around Paige’s wandering hand. Freshly diapered, Mommy put me into a onesie and escorted me to my crib. “Sounds like you had a wild night,” she said, kissing me on the forehead. “All tuckered out now?” “Yes, Mommy.” A few months worth of early bedtimes had greatly diminished my stamina once it got dark out. On most days, I didn’t see it as a bad thing–prior to my total infantilization, I told myself plenty of times that I needed to get more sleep. Now, it was just another adjustment I’d need to account for as I took baby steps into adulthood again. Soon, Mommy was gone, leaving me alone in the crib so that I could drift off to sleep. I thought of Mommy. I thought of Paige. But then, I was just thinking about Ava again.

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I'd love to find the original thread for this in whatever 4chan derivative it ended up happening in. I have some questions for our author here about his "testing." So...yes, this could theoretically work, with a huge, massive pile of caveats. I do not recommend anybody actually do this method. But let's talk about what I think is going on here. You have two muscles to "defeat" for incontience - the autonomic bladder neck/internal sphincter, and the consciously controlled external sphincter. Finding a medication to target the bladder neck is trivial - honestly, I recommend most people just stick with Tamsulosin/Flomax if they're looking for something. Easy to get generically, minimal list of side effects, and decades of use for this purpose, so it's widely understood by the medical community. However, Tamsulosin and similar meds won't make you incontient. It just makes it a little easier to pee. From my research, there was no medication that could reliably disable the external sphincter. This makes sense when you think about it - what medication could you take that would relax/disable *only* that muscle and not others like your arms or legs that have similar biological makeup? The one suggested here is interesting, but I'm skeptical how much it's actually doing here - I suspect the required doses to be effective would have significant side effects. This leads to my conclusion - I suspect these drugs are mostly placebo in helping people who were already diaper training to finally relax and let go. Placebo doesn't mean worthless - I've found there is a necessary part of training where someone feels like they can surrender their need to control themselves. But if there was a possibility to run a larger study under medical supervision...I'd definitely be interested in seeing the results.

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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More often than not Emmy had it turned on to that infuriating intermittent buzzing that left Daniel drooling with pleasure but never allowing him to orgasm. After a few days of this buzzing Daniel was almost like a zombie. He was so desperately horny that his mind felt cloudy. He found himself thinking less and less about trying to escape or returning to his old life and more about just being allowed to cum. A part of his brain knew that this was Emmy’s intention. Daniel’s days were now filled with mindless children’s television, mindless baby toys and mindlessly filling his diapers. Every day seemed to blur together and soon Daniel forgot how long he had been with Emmy. It was a big surprise then when Emmy walked into the living room dressed as if she was going out. The chest harness she used for Daniel was on her chest which concerned him. “It’s a big day, baby.” Emmy said as she walked into the room with a smile, “We’re going to see some old friends of yours.” “W-We are?” Daniel replied with a frown. “We are.” Emmy replied, “But before we go we have three things we need to do.” Daniel lifted his arms up allowing Emmy to lift him out of the walker and hold him on her hip. He saw her put her hand in her pocket and pull out a couple of pills. She held them up and waited for Daniel to open his mouth. He wanted to resist but he knew that one way or another he was going to be eating those pills no matter what they were. He reluctantly opened his mouth and let the pill drop on his tongue. Daniel was handed a bottle and he used the juice to wash the pills down. “Good boy. Next we need to give you your special pacifier.” Emmy said. Daniel watched his tall cousin reach into her pocket again and this time she pulled out a pacifier. Daniel could see there was some liquid on the amber bulb and he thought he knew what was about to happen. The soother was pushed between his lips and he immediately felt the horrible numbing feeling washing over his lips. As the bulb was flicked by his tongue more of the liquid came out of it and started covering his tongue as well. It wasn’t long before his mouth was coated with the numbing gel. The pacifier was taking out of Daniel’s mouth. “Try and speak.” Emmy said, “Say “I love my big sister!”” “I wuw I ith iter.” Daniel tried but when he couldn’t feel his mouth it was nearly impossible. He blushed as Emmy giggled and pushed the pacifier back into his mouth. Daniel was wearing just a baby blue t-shirt and nothing over his diaper. He was lifted up and he saw Emmy checking his diaper before lowering him into the harness. He was a little damp but it wasn’t like he could tell Emmy that, not that she would’ve expected him to. Daniel was once again a passenger in his own life. The harness forced him back against Emmy’s chest and his head nestled between her voluptuous breasts. He didn’t feel particularly embarrassed by it anymore, after feeding from Emmy as much as he had the idea of his head being against her didn’t bring much shame anymore. Whilst Emmy walked out to the hallway and put her shoes on Daniel could only wonder how it had become normal for him to breastfeed. Daniel was carried outside the house and had to shield his eyes from the sun. The huge emptiness that spread out in every direction from Emmy’s house made it clear how hopeless Daniel’s position was. He had run away to the only house in miles only to find she was apparently friends with Emmy. He sunk lower in the harness as Emmy started heading up the road. It was a very warm day. Daniel wished he had his bottle as the pair of them made their way towards the shops from days ago. Instead of stopping at any of the stores though Emmy carried on past them. With a sudden jump Daniel realised Emmy was taking him towards the station he had originally arrived at on the way to Emmy’s house. Sure enough, after quite a while the station started looming up in the distance. “Nearly there.” Emmy said. She was a little out of breath, “Are you thirsty?” Daniel nodded his head. “Alright, we’ll sort you out when we’re sat down.” Emmy said as she reached up and rubbed Daniel’s hair. Daniel couldn’t believe he was being taken to the station. He didn’t dare to have hope but the fact they were moving a long way from Emmy’s house made him think he had a chance of some sort of escape. There were quite a few people walking around. The station was in a very rural area so it wasn’t extremely busy but there were still a dozen or so people buying tickets and waiting at the platform. Daniel tried to get people’s attention but no one seemed to do much more than stare for a few seconds. He couldn’t understand why no one found this strange. Yet again he slumped in his restraints, if anyone did find this strange they clearly assumed he wanted to be there or something because no one was intervening. Daniel was blushing wildly as Emmy bought the train tickets. He could see people looking at him and all he could do was flail his limbs and mumble around the pacifier. It seemed Emmy had great timing because as soon as they stepped on to the platform a train appeared in the distance and slowly pulled up at the station. The line was between two major cities but this stop was in the middle of nowhere so when the doors opened not many people got off but the carriages were reasonably full nonetheless. Emmy carried Daniel over to some free seats and finally lifted him out of the harness. “Right, let’s get you sorted out.” Emmy said. Daniel looked around. The seating was very open and he could see a lot of people looking his way. He was feeling very embarrassed. “Ewe eathe!” Daniel tried to talk but the numbness and pacifier combined to make it impossible. A thin line of drool rolled down his chin. “I know, baby.” Emmy said with a chuckle, “Just give me a moment.” “Ooth a aby!” Daniel cried out. Daniel looked around and saw only smiling sympathetic faces looking his way. Except they weren’t looking at him, they were looking at his giant cousin. It seemed they thought he was just a babbling baby. Was Emmy’s size creating an illusion where people thought he was a child? He didn’t know but it made him want to cry. Escape was available right there but he couldn’t do anything to grasp it. If only he could speak. “Let’s get your little toy going.” Emmy said quietly so only Daniel could hear. Daniel wondered what she meant for a second before the vibrator attached to his junk buzzed to life. He immediately gasped and the pacifier in his mouth fell on to the seat next to Emmy. His mouth remained open as he was instantly consumed by the feelings in his diaper. “I know you’re hungry, sweetie.” Emmy said. Daniel was looking up at the ceiling and laying horizontally across Emmy’s lap when he felt one of Emmy’s large hands turning his head to face her. Suddenly his whole vision was filled with Emmy’s large fleshy orb. His eyes went as wide as his mouth as he was brought forwards. Almost by instinct he latched on to his cousin’s breast though he couldn’t believe she was doing this in public! The thick milk started flowing and filling Daniel’s mouth. He felt almost sick with embarrassment as he sucked automatically and swallowed the sweet milk. He couldn’t see anything but the large breast that was pressed against his face but he could feel the eyes of the other passengers watching him. Daniel’s tummy rapidly filled with his cousin’s breast milk as it hadn’t been that long since he was fed breakfast. He was breathing heavily through his nose as the areas between Emmy’s breast and Daniel’s face became sticky with sweat. The breasts were so full of milk that even the smallest pressure was squirting the fluid into his mouth. He had to admit that after drinking it regularly for so long now he had grown to quite like the taste. The thick, creamy liquid was very filling but he knew he wouldn’t be allowed to stop until Emmy’s breasts were empty. Daniel’s attention turned to the buzzing in his diaper. He couldn’t help but let out little pants and moans as his hops writhed gently. He knew people were looking at him, the large baby feeding from his caregiver without a thought in the world. He was almost glad that Emmy’s large chest was hiding his blushing face. Between the thick warm milk, the buzzing and the gentle rocking of the train Daniel found himself getting quite sleepy. This was such a bizarre situation that his brain was struggling to comprehend everything that was happening. There was a rumbling in his tummy as it expanded and filled with the milk. As Daniel’s face was eventually pried off Emmy’s nipple his head rolled back and his eyes were only half-open. The sex toy that was constantly stimulating his genitals seemed designed to keep him occupied without allowing him to cum. He let his head turn to the side to see that people kept looking his way. In his constant state or arousal though he found it difficult to reach out for help. “That’s a good baby.” Emmy said softly as she gently ran a hand down Daniel’s front. The constant sexual teasing had clouded Daniel’s mind to the point that he could barely form coherent thoughts. He let out a milky burp that made Emmy giggle. All he could think about was his diaper area and the desperate need for release. The train journey seemed interminable for Daniel as he laid across Emmy’s lap lost to the vibrations in his diaper. He wanted to beg to be allowed to finish but his numb mouth meant all he could do was gurgle like a helpless baby. Despite how excited he was his bladder eventually overwhelmed his body and he wet himself. The piss streamed out of him as he was gently cradled by Emmy. As soon as he finished flooding his baby pants the vibrations came back to the forefront of his mind. “Nearly there.” Emmy said idly as she looked out the window, “Won’t it be nice to see all your little friends one last time.” If Daniel hadn’t been practically hypnotised by the sex toy he would’ve heard the words “one last time” and freaked out. As it was they got lost in the fogginess of his mind just like everything else that wasn’t in his hot diaper. As the train pulled in to the station Daniel had started to try and reach down to his diaper to desperately rub it in the hope of getting off. Unfortunately for him though Emmy was on top of such movements and was quick to pull his hands away. He whined and moaned desperately around the pacifier. Daniel was paying almost no attention to anything outside of his diaper so when Emmy stood up and placed him easily back in her chest harness he didn’t really know where they were. It was only as Emmy stepped out into the sunlight on the platform that Daniel realised he was back in his home town. The knowledge that he was so close to home managed to break through at least some of the fog that clouded his mind. He reached out a shaky hand as drool rolled down his chin and dripped down on to his clothes. “That’s right, baby!” Emmy said excitedly as if Daniel was an actual baby who had recognised something, “Do you recognise this place?” “Ooo ah ow.” Daniel tried to speak but the buzzing, the numbing gel and the vibrations made it impossible to sound coherent. “Good boy.” Emmy said with empty praise as she patted Daniel on the head. Daniel’s head was pushed back between Emmy’s breasts again as he was walked through the ticket barrier and out on to the street. He saw more sights he recognised as Emmy confidently walked along the pavement. All Daniel could see was the myriad heads turning to watch them both pass. He saw people staring, frowning and whispering to their friends. He felt utterly humiliated and tried to press back into Emmy’s chest, if it had been possible he would’ve pushed all the way back until his head was engulfed by the breasts on either side. Daniel whimpered as he tried to hide from the stares. He wished he could’ve called out for help but it was impossible, there were too many things preventing him from forming words. Next to the silence in and around Emmy’s house the sounds of the city now seemed so much louder and more hostile. “It isn’t far.” Emmy said as she walked down the street with her long stride. Daniel wasn’t sure where they were heading but his house wasn’t too far away. His attention was only briefly taken away from his diaper before he was brought back to his diaper. The vibrating sex toy surrounding his dick was now pressing against Emmy’s harness and making the feelings even more intense. It still wasn’t enough to make him orgasm even as he pressed the front of his diaper into the fabric harness. Daniel felt like he could feel his aching tool dribbling liquid as it begged to be allowed full release. He stopped paying attention to the stares, he stopped looking at where he was going, his eyes glazed over as he moaned desperately. “Here we are.” Emmy said several minutes later. Daniel was brought out of his reverie by Emmy’s words. He shook his head and looked up to see a sight that shocked him completely. They were still on the street but the building in front of them was very familiar to Daniel. He had been going to this building five days a week for years. It was his work place. --- You can find out what happens next RIGHT NOW on my subscription pages: https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1236022 https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lplyuiwxy1/chapter/bfa71c07-e3af-4c9e-9d67-de1daea0bad9

@Permanently Pampered I don't mind dry or wet, but the one thing that is a turn off is to see a SEVERELY MESSY diaper where looking at it would make me probably lose my lunch to see that. I don't object to a messy one when you can see that it has been used and you can see it. To have a diaper that is so severely dirty that it makes me lose my lunch, well, that would be a problem, as you are NOT supposed to post scat pics - If @DailyDi sees one of these, he'd probably delete it. I've seen a couple, and luckily I wasn't eating at the time....... Brian

In the next scene, Bernice will be asking pretty much the same questions you raise here, although the setup comes in the next two scenes in AARDVARK, which come first. So, a pivotal character also finds this all rather odd, which makes Ian's unusual behavior an integral part of the plot. Again we ask: what is he up to? Just as Vickie is defined early on, and then hints are scattered to lead you to anticipate what you are now learning about her, so there are hints scattered throughout the text to foretell what Ian is doing. In short, you are being set up, in the manner of Alec Leamas in Le Carre's early and brilliant The Spy Who Came in From the Cold, and the clues will continue to dribble out as we move forward. Hope you have fun unraveling the mystery!

Just go to a medical supply store and buy what. you want. You don't ned to tell your urologist anything.

A lot of us understand what you are saying here, @Mary Moon. We have similar feelings and experiences. I grew up wearing diapers to bed well past the "normal" age, and I wrestled with feelings of embarrassment and humiliation, intermingled with the knowledge that part of me actually liked wearing diapers, but even then, when I was less than 10, I knew that I couldn't tell anybody that, so I also felt shame. Part of me wanted to grow up and make my parents proud and put diapers in the past with other childish things, but when I was in them, I felt such comfort and joy, although it was always tinted with anxiety and embarrassment. So here I am now, 30+ years later, still working through those feelings, as you are. There are a lot of great people here who will understand where you are coming from.

This is going to become a reality for me at some point, too. Although I have friends in nursing, and from what I hear from them, someone coming in who wears a diaper to bed is about the least interesting thing they see. They don't care - they have half of their patients in diapers anyway, or they wish they were, because of the potential for falls if they have to get up and rush to the bathroom, or they have to buzz them for help, when they're run off their feet dealing with other things. Someone who voluntarily wears a diaper is welcome in their world - it means no stripping a bed, no rushing to assist with toileting, no emergency calls because someone got dizzy on the way to the bathroom. But, that said, I'm still going to swallow hard before I say to a medical professional, "Er, so... here's the thing. I'll be wearing a diaper..." I have not had to do that so far, although I did once have to drop my pants while wearing a pull-up, at the request of a doctor, who said exactly nothing about my underpants. And I once was given a transparent gown for an MRI and found myself in the middle of a brightly-lit waiting room with a nurse rushing over to give me a second gown, because my diaper was glowing under the harsh fluorescents.

When I had knee surgery I just asked the nurse during the pre-op consult what I should do. They suggested doing whatever I'm comfortable with, and suggested bringing "what I needed" from home if it would make me more comfortable. They've dealt with this many times before. Just ask.

Yes, that's how it is, i really like having moments in which i am cuddled and cared for, but i also like to remain myself, it's a partial regression more of sensations than mental. However, all things considered, this desire to be cared for is not an erotic thing for me. Let's say that at 20, having a diaper changed is not considered socially acceptable unless a partner does it in private. In the future, i would like to have such an intimate relationship with a person who can understand this secret side of mine. I'll tell you about an episode that always happened to me around that age in middle school: it happened that, due to a snowfall, while I was returning from school, the bus skidded on a slope on the mountain road and landed against a tree, so we were stuck there, waiting for the snowplow to arrive so we could continue. Due to my incontinence problem my situation was very difficult, because i was forced to hold my pee for longer than i usually manage (if i exceed two hours i am at serious risk of accident). Basically only thanks to the strength of my will i managed to hold it for about 3 hours, my bladder was on fire and i had tears in my eyes, but i absolutely wanted to avoid the humiliating accident in a bus full of kids my age. With great effort i managed to get to my stop and got off with my best friend to whom I had confessed my situation, so much so that she had offered to go to her house to pee which was closer than mine, only after a few steps, the pain in my bladder was too strong and i gave in and soaked my pants in front of her. I burst into tears, humiliated and mortified because my best friend had witnessed my accident. But instead of laughing, she hugged me and took me to her house where she helped me get cleaned up and lent me some of her underwear and trousers to change into. I remember us sitting there on her bed where i confessed to her about my incontinence problems and she cuddled me and comforted me by saying that she wouldn't tell anyone. And i admit that in that moment i felt good with me leaning on her shoulder and her caressing my head and reassuring me.

Hi, I understand this completely. I am primarily a DL but I do 'play' little sometimes. However, I have no desire to lose my intelligence so I play as a bigger kid / young teenager who has not been potty trained. This way I can hold a conversation, go out and about, but still need diapers and to be changed. I do like a bottle and dummy though. I like the cared for feeling too.

I want my urologist to give me a catheter. What can I tell him that would help a decision to be made to give me a catheter. I know if I just tell him I want to simulate and continents he won't give it to me. What if I tell him some symptoms that I may have in which I truly may have? Maybe he will prescribe one. I already have an enlarged prostrate and at times my stream is just a dribble. I have already told him about it but he is in the let's try a medicine phase. Should I just tell him I want a catheter? I would rather be his ideal. My wife would accept it far easier if he said I should have one.

From Tenant to Baby: BONUS Sick Day: Chapter 2 Author Note: It's hard to believe it's been more than a year since I've updated this story, but I've been extremely busy with a lot of things. Although, most of this chapter was already written and in my WIP folder on my computer I just needed to add a little more and polish it up! Hope you all enjoy! Derek woke to the sounds of pain emanating from the boy sleeping on his lap. At first, he didn’t remember the hours previously. The fact that he was asleep sitting on his couch was confusing, but the heat radiating from Jordan’s forehead brought everything back into sharp focus. Looking down, he saw that Jordan was still asleep, although fitful. As much as he hated to wake the boy up, he feared the mess he’d have to clean up if he didn’t. Derek ran his hand gently down Jordan’s chest, dislodging the tucked blanket. Immediately, his boy started to shiver. “I know, I know,” He cooed softly even though Jordan was asleep. “But you need to wake up, Bubba.” Jordan woke with a little more prodding and Derek felt his heart clench at the noise of distress he let out. If he could take all his boy’s pain and bear it himself, he’d do it in a heartbeat. It wasn’t fair that Jordan was sick in the first place. But there was nothing he could do but take care of him until the sickness ended. “Are you gonna sick up again?” He inquired as Jordan’s squirming grew more intense. His breaths were shallow and forced. For a moment, Derek watched a war in Jordan’s eyes. His poor boy didn’t want to vomit again, most likely for fear of getting the runs again. It wasn’t anything Derek hadn’t encountered or was unwilling to handle. Without waiting for an answer, Derek leaned forward and grabbed the trashcan. As soon as he lifted it within easy reach, Jordan grabbed for it. There was nothing left in the boy’s stomach. But that didn’t stop him from retching. “There we go, let it all out,” Derek tried to soothe. Jordan whimpered. “Shhh, you’re gonna be alright.” He did his best to support Jordan the entire time. For a moment, he thought they could get through the incident without another accident. It seemed that Jordan thought that too. The rigid tension in his shoulders bled out with his final few convulsions. Derek could tell the exact moment it happened as Jordan’s face fell. His poor boy. He stopped vomiting but clutched the trash can close as if to hide behind it. His lip quivered, and his eyes filled with tears. He wouldn’t even meet Derek’s eyes. “Wait right here, okay, bud?” Derek encouraged. “Daddy’s gonna go grab some water to rinse your mouth.” When he received Jordan’s small nod of acknowledgment, he reluctantly got off the couch and headed for the kitchen. He took the sippy cup with him and filled it halfway with vitamin water and the rest with cool water, but also brought another small paper cup. He brought them to Jordan and waited for him to swish and spit a few times before taking the bag from the trashcan and going to throw it away. By the time he returned with a new bag, Jordan had slipped off the couch to kneel on the floor, presumably uncomfortable in his mess. Derek was silent putting the new bag in, only when he was finished did he look to Jordan and offer his hand. “Let’s get you cleaned up, baby.” Jordan’s horror flashed across his face; it was obvious he didn’t think Derek knew about his messy diaper and the sudden allusion to it was traumatic. “I’ll go shower,” He sniffled quietly, going to stand without taking Derek’s hand. His legs were shaky from his trembling and lack of energy and Derek rushed to support him. “Let me take care of you.” “No, no, no, no-” Jordan immediately started to protest but didn’t resist as Derek led him down the hall. “Derek, I’m-” Poor boy couldn’t even bring himself to say what was wrong. “I know. I don’t mind. Let me take care of you,” Derek insisted. The nursery came into view and the pair wandered inside. “It’s gross, I’m all gross and disgusting-” Jordan was quickly losing his grip on his emotions as more words became sobs than actual words. Luckily Derek was very fluent in baby babble and gibberish. “My baby is not gross or disgusting,” Derek said firmly. He scooped Jordan up and laid him down on the changing table without a preamble. “You’re feeling very icky and have an upset tummy.” He kept up the soft words, hoping that a littler headspace would help him. Jordan’s pajama pants came off easily, exposing his messy diaper to the world. Derek wanted so badly to coo at him. It wasn’t that he found messy diapers cute. It was more the loss of control that Derek enjoyed. But even then, he preferred the loss of control to be voluntary, something he could encourage and nurture. This forced sickness reaction was different and trying to encourage Jordan to do it willingly was not going to end well at the moment. Still, Derek found himself letting Jordan lay, dirty diaper exposed, on the changing table while he gathered the necessary supplies. Usually, he would just grab them as he needed them. He handed off the sippy cup of juice to give Jordan something to occupy himself with while he dipped off to the closet. He found a pair of footed sleepers and his heart melted. Both of them were adorably patterned, one in bumble bees and one in little puppies. The only difference was the zippers. One had the zipper in the front for easy access, and the other in the back. Practically, the zipper in the front would be more useful…but Derek couldn’t help but think the one that zipped in the back could help Jordan feel more helpless. “Bees or puppies, baby?” Derek called out, letting Jordan be the deciding factor even if he didn’t know exactly what he was deciding on. “Puppies.” Jordan’s soft voice answers. He was close to tears still, Derek noticed. But some part of Jordan was being soothed from Derek’s care. The puppies footed sleeper was the one with the zipper in the back…That settled that. Jordan was such a good boy while Derek changed him out of his messy diaper. He grew a little upset when his diaper was untapped and his mess exposed, but Derek kept up his soft murmurings, distracting him with his plans to make some chicken soup to help him feel better. Jordan slipped into his headspace somewhere between the words. So much so that he didn’t notice the booster added to the padding of the diaper before Derek powdered and taped it up. Derek slipped the sleeper’s feet onto Jordan, pulling them up his legs and up his arms before he heard the quiet hissing indication that the sippy cup was empty. “Uh oh,” Derek chuckled. “Uh oh…” Jordan repeated, eyes darting from where he was looking at the sun’s rays peeking through the curtains to look at Derek. His mouth still worked over the sippy cup spout, creating another hiss. “Let’s get you a binky, babe,” Derek pulled open the drawer with his collection of pacifiers and clips. “‘M binky…” “Yeah?” Derek encouraged the inane babble. “What do you say, huh?” Jordan moved as if he were going to peek into the drawer, but found it to be too much effort before he flopped back down. “Binky, Daddy.” “Alright, alright,” Derek grabbed a plain white pacifier and matching clip before clipping them to the front of Jordan’s sleeper. He helped Jordan off the changing table and almost exploded as the boy leaned most of his weight against Derek’s chest. Derek took the chance to zip the sleeper all the way up in the back. It wasn’t hard to scoop Jordan into his arms and carry him back to the living room. He was returned to his nest on the couch. “How are you feeling, baby?” Jordan’s forehead was still warm and he shivered, pulling a blanket over his shoulders. “Ick…” he answered around his pacifier. “Daddy’s gonna get you some medicine to help you feel better, okay?” Derek cooed, petting the boy’s hair. “Sippy?” Jordan’s red-rimmed eyes looked up at Derek imploringly. “Of course, you can have some more sippy,” Derek took the empty sippy cup to the kitchen and refilled it with the same mixture before returning. He found Jordan leaning over on his side on the couch staring at the black screen of the television and couldn’t help but coo. “Let me get some cartoons going for you, baby.” Reluctantly, Derek left Jordan after assuring him that he could call Derek for anything he could possibly need. The boy merely nodded, content to curl up on the couch and ride out the worst of his icky feelings. Before he grabbed the medicine, Derek sent off a quick text to Mel and Andrew to let them know about the sudden turn of events. He’d barely set his phone down before it started to ring. Quirking a brow, Derek grabbed the phone again and answered the sudden video call from Mel. “Where’s the poor baby?” Mel asked without so much as a good morning or hello. Derek could see Andrew peeking over her shoulder. “Resting on the couch right now,” Derek flipped the camera and pointed it toward the couch where Mel would be able to see Jordan’s messy hair over the back of it. “Bring him the phone, Derek,” The woman’s voice left no room for argument and Derek merely sighed before walking over to the couch. He flipped the camera back around and crouched down beside the cushion Jordan was lying on. “Hey, Bubba. Someone’s on the phone for you.” He said gently, pointing the phone up to capture both of them in the camera. Derek watched Mel’s face melt into one of concern. “Oh, Baby,” She cooed. “You don’t look so good. Feeling pretty icky?” Jordan nodded, his cheek rubbing against the couch cushion. “Tummy hurt.” “Oh, you poor thing! I bet your Daddy’s getting you some medicine, yeah?” “I was just about to when you called,” Derek informed patiently. “He hasn’t had much sleep, but he’s managing to keep some fluids down. I’m sure it’s just a bad batch of food poisoning. He’ll be right as rain in a couple of days.” “Well, hold tight and Andrew and I will be there to help out-” “Mel that really isn’t necessary-” Mel refused to let his words continue. “Derek, you have a sick baby. A few extra hands won’t hurt. Plus, the more help you have, the more you can just sit and comfort the poor thing. I’m sure this isn’t very fun for him.” Jordan let out an agreeing whimper that caused a pout on Mel’s lips and Derek couldn’t help but relent. “Okay. I’ll get the guest room ready.” “Thank you,” She smiled with satisfaction. “We’ll be there in a couple of hours, okay buddy?” “‘Kay.” Hanging up the phone, Derek sighed and stood back to his feet. “Let me go get that medicine.” Jordan was limp and pliant as Derek sat him up long enough to drink a tiny cup of medicine and latch his lips onto a straw dipped into a cup of partially watered-down juice. The next two hours passed quietly as episodes played out on the television. Derek convinced Jordan to nibble on a few saltine crackers, but the poor kid was mostly averse to consuming anything other than what came in the sippy cup. Mel and Andrew’s arrival was a quick one as they’d let themselves in without knocking. Derek had been sitting on the couch with Jordan’s head in his lap. Thankfully, Jordan fell asleep once more and didn’t stir at all with the entry of new people. Derek watched with amusement as Mel tried to keep herself from wrapping her arms around the sick boy and potentially waking him up. “He looks even worse in person,” She said sadly. “Has he felt any better?” Derek nodded. “Not much better, but he managed to keep down everything I’ve given him so far. That’s progress from this morning.” Seemingly satisfied with that answer, Mel put her things down on the armchair and headed for the kitchen. “I’m going to get started on some soup. Derek, are there any chores around the house that need to be done?” “Some dishes and some laundry, but that’s all,” Derek shrugged. “But don’t worry about it I can handle-” “Roo, you start on those and then come help me in the kitchen,” Mel ordered without care. “Yes, Ma’am!” Andrew said happily and scampered off to the laundry room. “Mel,” Derek said in exasperation. He appreciated the help, of course, but it was completely unnecessary. A simple case of food poisoning wasn’t bad enough to call in reinforcements. But Mel turned to him with her hands on her hips. “Derek. Your priority right now is that boy right there,” She pointed to Jordan. “Focus on making sure his suffering is as little as possible. We’ll handle everything else.” “I-” “Ah!” She interrupted, pointing her finger at him. “Just say thank you and leave it at that.” “...Thanks, Mel…” He said softly, relaxing his shoulders back onto the couch as Jordan snuggled closer to his stomach in his sleep. Mel tiptoed over long enough to press identical kisses to Derek and Jordan’s cheeks before heading to the kitchen. _____ Jordan woke slowly to the smell of something good wafting from the kitchen. The binky had fallen from his lips at some point but dangled from the clip on the front of his sleeper. Briefly, he debated going back to sleep, but his stomach was in less pain than before leaving him to feel how empty it also was. That, and he had to pee really bad. Apparently, all that juice had caught up to him. Shifting from where he lay, Jordan felt a hand run through his hair. He felt his body tense up in a deep stretch, his breath hitching in his throat with a groan. “Oooh, that’s a big stretch!” Derek’s voice said in amusement. Jordan felt his warm, calloused hands rub over his back as the muscles relaxed and a long sigh escaped him. “How ya feelin’, baby?” “Still bad,” Jordan rubbed at his eyes. “But less pukey.” “That’s always good. Mel’s in the kitchen finishing up some lunch for you,” Derek’s words caused Jordan to perk up, his head lifting from the man’s thigh. “Mel’s here?” “Mhm, and Andrew too.” “Why?” Jordan couldn’t help but ask with confusion. There was no event planned that he knew of, and their visit seemed like something Derek would let him know of ahead of time. “They were worried about you, buddy,” Derek informed, helping Jordan to sit up slowly and sip at the now room-temperature drink in his sippy cup. Although, feeling the twinge in his bladder, Jordan belatedly realized he shouldn’t have done that. Wetting himself was not something he often did consciously. More so, it often happened while he was sleeping or feeling especially small. He could count on one hand how often he’d actually wet himself on purpose. Derek must have picked up on Jordan’s growing discomfort as he gently pulled the boy onto his lap until Jordan could rest his head on his shoulder and Derek could continue petting down Jordan’s back. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Are you feeling like you’re going to throw up again?” “No,” Jordan sighed, sticking the nub of the pacifier back into his mouth and giving it a few reassuring suckles. This was fine. This was more than fine. Derek wouldn’t mind at all, he told himself. It was with that thought that Jordan closed his eyes and forced his muscles to relax. There was really no way to hide it from Derek as Jordan was sitting in his lap with his knees on either side of his legs. Jordan could only hide his face in his shoulder and blush as he saturated his diaper with an entire morning’s worth of water and juice. He wasn’t sure when Derek realized what was happening, but between one moment and the next Derek went from worrying that Jordan was feeling sicker to comforting him as he finished wetting himself. “You’re okay,” He soothed. “You’re such a good boy, buddy. You’re so brave. Daddy’s right here. Daddy’s going to take really good care of you.” Derek didn’t hesitate as he rested one hand under Jordan’s butt, no doubt feeling the warm soaked diaper even under the onesie snaps. But he didn’t stop and instead pushed himself off the couch while still holding Jordan securely. Jordan squirmed in embarrassment, which only encouraged Derek to start bouncing him like a fussy baby. There was no ignoring how wet he was. The diaper was soaked from back to front and had Jordan not known how high quality the diapers Derek bought were, he’d seriously be worried about it leaking. Walking down the hallway, the pair bumped into Andrew. Andrew was dressed in casual sweats and a t-shirt, far from the playful clothes Jordan was used to seeing him in. He even had his contacts in instead of wearing his glasses which was one of the major tells that he didn’t have any plans to regress. “Good morning, Jordy,” He smiled, ruffling Jordan’s hair. “I hope you’re feeling better.” “We’re gonna try to get him to eat something when I get finished changing his soggy butt. Do you mind getting the highchair out and into the kitchen for me?” Derek asked, making Jordan fidget and whine slightly in embarrassment. Which, of course, only earned him more shushes and bounces. “No problem!” Jordan watched him disappear around the corner while he was carried to the nursery, and he knew immediately just because he was feeling slightly better, the baby treatment wouldn’t cease. (Also it seems that I have forgotten how to update the topic name to reflect that a new chapter's been updated. If anyone can remind me how to do that, I'd greatly appreciate it.)

I have been a bedwetter to some of extent all my life. Came back really frequently at 40 and have worn for bed since then. Also stated to have daytime accidents so wear 24/7. Have had lots of medical intervention with little success. Was told that eventually I could loose bowel control, but until recently thought I had missed that bullet, as only messy accidents were if I had very loose bowels when the difference between farts and pooing got a bit blurred. However last few week I have had quite a few messy nappies - still feel the need to go, but not much time now between getting feeling and it coming out - I try to hold it in, but can not hold on and I mess my nappy. So far this week all my bowel movements have ended up in my diaper. While it is not at all unpleasant, it is a bit of a shock to be using my diaper with no or very little control, already had no control of my pee. I knew it would eventually happen, but still a bit of a shock to be messing myself like baby.

I stumbled onto this story a few days ago, and I’m glad that I did. This is one of the most riveting and well written stories I’ve read in a long time and I can’t wait for more.

If it's a in real life photo, I prefer it to be clean, just because it looks more babyish that way I think. But then again, I also like seeing a wet diaper as well.

Welcome ! 🙂

Everyone in this setting is 'Normal' size, in that they fall into the same range that people in the real world fall into. Unlike the DD, being Little here isn't about size/genetics, it's just a mental state and social class. ... Chapter Seven Jamie toppled as Michelle pushed him onto the bed, legs feeling unsteady–it felt as though the pee that had soaked in and made his diaper sag had imbalanced his whole body, even though the pull-up couldn’t possibly be that full. Regardless, he fell back and landed on the mattress, and though he expected her to start changing him, he didn’t expect her to be quite so enthusiastic about it. She followed him onto the bed, pulling the straps off his shortalls, straddling his knees as she pulled the garment down off his body, so that only his onesie and pull-up remained. “Be a good boy and lie still for me,” she instructed, moving to discard the shortalls completely. Jamie nodded, and felt silly for doing so–he didn’t need to agree, that was like agreeing to breathe. He would simply do whatever Michelle told him to do; she knew what would keep him safe, what the grown-up choices would be, and he’d be better off following her instructions than trying to think for himself. The snaps on his onesie came free, and Michelle’s hand slid up the front of his fully saturated pull-up, groping the crotch of his diaper. He was burning with desire, but to his surprise, he hadn’t grown hard enough to make the diaper tent out, only bulging it a little. Jamie could absolutely feel Michelle’s fingers stroke over the soggy garment, but he didn’t know if she could feel him back. Still, it didn’t matter–Michelle pulled her hand back and slid off the bed, though he would have been fine for her to leave it there forever if it meant the dizzying pleasure stayed firmly in his thoughts. Instead, though, she began to change his pull-up, ripping the sides so that it could be removed just like a thoroughly saturated Little diaper. The baby wipes she produced were warm, pre-heated for his comfort, and she worked delicately to clean all the stale urine from his skin. She didn’t tease or make fun, and instead only said, “See, I’m so proud of you–aren’t you glad you weren’t trying to wear silly grown up underwear? Isn’t this nicer than icky, cold pants and a huge stain to clean up?” He nodded, though his attention was split by sensation as she sprinkled baby powder between his legs, rubbing it in with her hand. Fingers stroked up his cock, massaging in the perfumed powder, and he felt tiny and blissful, eyes rolling back in his head. Michelle wadded up his old diaper and discarded it. Jamie didn’t see where, and he didn’t care, that wasn’t his problem to worry about. He expected a new pull-up, or maybe a new diaper, but instead, Michelle leaned over him again. “I need to do something before I put your diaper on,” she explained, hands on his thighs. “It’s important.” He nodded. “Mhmm.” He’d do it–but what was it? A hint of skepticism washed over him, dampening his arousal. Jamie hadn’t done this before, but he felt fairly certain that she should have put a fresh diaper on him immediately. “Roll over, and get on your hands and knees,” Michelle instructed. “Okay? Be good for me, and this will help you keep your grown-up thoughts.” That explained it–this wasn’t normal, it was to help him stay a grown up. Placated, Jamie did as he was told, eyes down on the bed as he raised his naked bottom into the air. Looking between his legs, he saw himself, confirming what he’d felt–his cock looked smaller than he remembered. In fact, his whole body seemed different–was he a little more slender at the waist? Had his hips swelled a bit, giving him more overt curves? He frowned, brow furrowing, trying to decide if the changes to his body were simply a trick of perspective. He normally saw himself in a mirror, not while kneeling, looking down at his half naked body. Before he could question it further, he felt the bed shift, one side pressing down as Michelle crawled onto the mattress behind him. He felt naked skin against his back, and Michelle’s fingers laced with his shaggy hair, pulling his head back so she could whisper in his ear. “A good, grown-up boy would let me use him,” she whispered. “However I want. Are you going to be good for me?” Jamie nodded diligently, but this felt wrong. He wanted–he needed something, but– Michelle anticipated his need and reached around his face, pressing his pacifier between his lips. He sucked down on the bulb, moaning in relief as he felt it calm him. Then, from behind, he felt pressure against his bottom–not the need to go, but instead a hard force, slick and firm, pushing inside him. Eyes widening, he looked down again, watching between his legs as Michelle pressed her hips against his thighs, pushing the strap-on into him, filling him up. He couldn’t help himself–he moaned, shuddering as she pulled back and thrust again, a little faster this time, sliding in and out of his bottom with an escalating rhythm. (Yes,) Jamie thought, as Michelle accelerated, pounding into him, one hand still laced in his hair. (Yes, I–I’m a good boy, I’ll do what M–m–) “Mmphhh…” he moaned, his own parts quivering, ready to burst from the pleasure as Michelle filled him, using him for herself, driving the strap-on into his G-spot over and over again. But, again, she knew his body better than he knew it himself, and before he could spurt onto her mattress, overwhelmed by the burning need to cum, she stopped, retreating, pulling out of him. “Such a good boy,” she purred. “There you go…” “Buh…” he stammered, pacifier dangling between his lips. “I…I wanna…” “You want to make me feel good now, right?” she finished, planting the words in his mouth and the thought in his brain. “To thank me for using you?” Helpless to think for himself, Jamie nodded–Michelle was right. “Then we should get you in your diaper, before you have a little accident,” Michelle cooed, shimmying out of the strap and setting it aside, along with her panties, leaving her as naked below the waist as he was. Jamie was as hard as he could be when he rolled onto his back–which wasn’t all that impressive, though Michelle didn’t seem to care about his diminishing manhood. She was clearly wet, dripping with arousal that seemed as intense as himself. That reassured him–he had to be mature, he had to be grown up, that’s why she was so interested. She had a diaper ready, though, and slid it under his hips, folding it… (Where did she get all this from? Did she already have it in here? Why…dhuuh…) His questioning thoughts were rendered into putty as she pushed the fresh diaper down over him. This was no pull-up, it was fluffy and snug, playful monkeys and jungle friends decorating the exterior. Feeling the thick, comforting padding press down over him, Jamie began to drool around his pacifier, mind sinking in a soup of pleasure. Two large tapes secured the diaper down, and Michelle ran her hand up the front one more time, satisfied in her handiwork. “Now,” she instructed, crawling up onto the bed, hooking a finger into the pacifier’s handle once again and pulling it free. “Are you going to be a good boy?” His nod came automatically. Of course. He was a good boy. She spread her legs, showing off her waiting sex. “Then show me how you use your mouth, and make me feel good.” Jamie required no further instruction. Crawling forward on the bed, freshly diapered bottom sashaying in the air as he approached, he dipped his head between her thighs and showed Michelle that he knew exactly how to demonstrate his maturity. She gasped as his tongue ran across her clit, and Jamie worked himself harder. She reached down, fingers lacing once again through his long, lush hair, and she pulled down–unnecessary, because Jamie had no thoughts of pulling away, but her need filled him with satisfaction more deep than he could remember. He wanted to make her feel good. He needed to make her feel good. She’d cared for him, she’d changed his diaper, she’d used his bottom and helped him, and now he could show her how much he cared for her in return. This was right. This was what he was for. Making M…m… “Yes,” Michelle gasped, back arched in ecstasy. “Use your diaper for me–show me how obedient you–” Her words trailed off as she rode into the beginnings an intense climax, but Jamie didn’t need to be prodded further. As soon as she’d said, ‘for me’, he’d strained to obey, scrunching up his face, grunting, pushing out the last dregs of his potty training to show his obedience. His bowels emptied, at first because he strained with effort, then because he could no longer stop them–his willful release turned to an uncontrollable wave, the seat of his diaper crinkling as it bulged to contain his fleeting maturity. As he felt the mush swell against his skin, packing into the diaper without a trace of control or shame, he felt an intense wave of pleasure wash down his body, and he clung to Michelle’s thighs for support. She screamed in satisfaction, and Jamie felt sheer bliss as he shuddered and groaned, forgetting himself, forgetting everything except for the ecstasy of his diaper, the comfort of Michelle’s touch, spurting at the mind-melting pleasure that came to him from his diaper. Sweaty, endorphins washing into the two of them, they collapsed into each other, exhausted in the way that only joy could bring. ... Audiobooks are a lot of work to make, and represent a huge investment of time and money - it's the kind of thing that's only really possible with a lot of community support. The kickstarter for The Baby Bet is starting to lag - I'd really like to see this this audiobook get made, and if you feel the same, please consider tossing in a contribution! https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/peculiarchangeling/the-baby-bet-coming-to-audio

Part 24 I half expected Paige to get on my case about saying a swear word, considering how many lose/lose scenarios she had already stacked up. Or perhaps for Paige to snip through my favorite thong anyway. As much as they had twisted both my words and the bet we had made, however, it seemed that they were staying true to their word this time around. Or, more likely, the duo just wanted to hold onto a bargaining chip that was annoyingly effective on me. Annika pulled the scissors away from fabric. “Apology accepted, Miley. Just remember, swear words are bad.” “And insulting my friends is uncalled for,” Paige added. She took the thong from Annika and set it down on the matching bra on her lap. “Keep going, sis. Don’t you have a few more things to say?” I had momentarily forgotten about the rest. Before I had a chance to recall the rude way I was to describe my own body, Annika was kind enough to give me the list. “No boobs, no ass, no hips.” “No curves at all, really,” Paige smirked, “Honestly, I’m pretty sure the other Miley is more developed than you.” There was no way that was true. I was small, but I wasn’t that small. My petite frame was just particularly exaggerated in the casual outfit and training bra I was wearing, not to mention that I was sitting next to Paige’s tallest and most endowed friend. Although it’s not like taunts about my size were new; Paige often lorded her own height over me, even though we were step-sisters and comparing our bodies like that was totally stupid. In this instance, she was just trying to get under my skin. That, and she was clearly enjoying that she could be over the top with all of this. Our parents weren’t here, Noelle had mistaken me for someone else and unknowingly set this all into motion, and I was currently outnumbered and still stuck doing whatever it took to get the ID that I originally came down for. My best lingerie set, too. Until I had those things safely in hand, I was committed to a little more personal embarrassment. Besides, any resistance would just amuse the girls. If I ripped off the bandaid and acted as indifferently as possible, then they’d get less enjoyment out of all this. Theoretically. “And I’m allowed to say that one word?” I asked. Asking permission felt like a mistake, which was instantly verified when a few of Paige’s friends chuckled, but Annika had just gotten on my case about swearing. The last thing I needed was to see more of my underwear cut up as an additional punishment. Paige just smiled. “Look, she’s learning. Yes, Miley. When your gorgeous and amazing older sister tells you to, you can try out a curse word or two. It’s kind of like when mature girls are given a few sips of wine when there’s family supervision involved.” Of course she was comparing it to something familiar to both of us. The annoying part was that the parallel made total sense, save for the fact that I wasn’t actually Miley’s age. It also wasn’t lost on me that she was complimenting herself with Annika’s words from earlier. Whatever. After glancing around to make sure that there weren’t any phone cameras trained on me, I begrudgingly said all of it as flatly as possible. “I don’t have boobs, or an ass, or hips.” “No curves at all?” Paige raised an eyebrow. Just as plainly as before, I echoed, “I don’t have any curves.” “And what’s your name, my dear little sister?” “Miley.” “Not very enthusiastic, are you?” Paige sighed. She glanced towards the other girls, “Little Miley must be so tuckered out. Such a big day! Ballet, a long walk, a bare ass spanking, and a bunch of homework? Although let’s be real; you probably loved that last part.” “Maybe she loved the spanking,” Dakota grinned. “Maybe!” Paige replied, “It’s always the prudes that end up secretly being the kinky ones, right? How about it, Miley? Did you enjoy being spanked by Noelle, or does it need to be a guy doing it for you to be turned on?” No matter how much effort I put into my blunt tone, I was far less in control when it came to something like blushing. Paige’s either/or question was a total trap, considering that the answer was neither, but that didn’t stop me from mentally reliving the experience of being over Noelle’s lap, or the mental image of a guy spanking me in a similar manner. I was very much NOT into that, yet my sister’s suggestion planted the idea enough to make me flush at the circle’s reaction to it. Thankfully, she didn’t push the dirty line of thinking beyond the fleeting mention. Instead, Paige got right back to business. “Okay, Annika. This part is all you. Think you can manage little Miley’s underwear without my help?” Paige stood up, taking care to center my dark green bra on the cushion afterwards. It was like she was my undergarment to save her spot in lieu of a phone or something else, which was so ridiculous and unnecessary. Everyone seemed content with the current seating arrangements already, and we were all way too old to claim things like that anyway. Annika tilted her head a little bit as she looked up at my sister, “Where are you going?” “I’m being a good host and clearing some of these plates. And, more importantly, getting us some dessert.” “You don’t want to see the look on her face?” “I imagine it won’t get much better than losing her precious big girl bras. Although your last cut was pretty satisfying, too. Seriously, don’t worry about it. I’ll be right back!” “Suit yourself,” Annika shrugged, “But, before you go . . . ” She procured the maroon thong that matched the bra that Paige had ruined herself before outsourcing the work to me. As a parting gift to my sister, Annika made four deliberate cuts–two on opposite ends of the waistband, followed by one across the front and one in the back. The sexy lace number was in shreds within seconds, and Paige’s teammate rounded things out by discarding all the dark red fabric in her still half full glass of soda. “Can you get me a refill? Pretty please?” “You just have to make my life difficult, don’t you?” Paige sighed, although the pleased look on her face didn’t at all match the false tone of annoyance she was making a show of complaining with. “Fine. But you totally owe me for sneaking this past Noelle. Anyone else? Drinks?” Half the other girls raised their hands, so Paige simply settled on telling everyone to keep their glasses. She’d bring down a few more cans, and there was some ice in the chest freezer around the corner for anyone who needed more. Naturally, I wasn’t included when Paige polled the room, although it’s not like I made a point to ask for anything. The sooner she was back, the better. Paige proceeded to collect everyone’s empty plates, which was absolutely over the top and unlike her. She and her friends were total slobs most of the time, and typically procrastinated cleaning until the last possible second. More often than not, I was roped in to help when it came to any public places, which annoyingly worked. It wasn’t like I could stoop to pointing fingers whenever our parents returned from one of their trips, as a dirty house just led to Paige and I being lumped together no matter how different we were. You’d think my pristine room and her messy one would clue anyone in to whose fault a sink full of dishes was, but apparently not. Unlike the constant uses of ‘Miley’ that all of them had adopted, I realized that this latest move was less about committing further to the game in front of her friends, and more for the sake of continuing the lie where Noelle was involved. I’d be the younger sister staying downstairs and hanging out with her friends; Paige would be the mature older one who cleaned up after herself and her guests sooner rather than later. As obvious as the trick was, there was no point in calling her out on it in front of her friends. And, between being linked with Violet and how Annika was lifting a new pair of panties from the collection in front of her, it was pretty clear where they wanted me to remain for this. In a way, Paige was right. My first few reactions had been a lot more noticeable. I had definitely tensed up when she made the first cut in one of my best bras, and I didn’t even want to know what expressions had crossed my face when I took care of the next three. Most recently, I had exclaimed in protest when Annika had gone after a thong that hadn’t been part of the ‘matching’ deal, then gasped and snapped at her when she did it anyway instead of listening to me. But now? I was more or less resigned to my fate, and suffering in silence. Not nearly as interesting to the girls as before, if I had to guess, although the way Annika started methodically cutting through so much of my underwear was a different kind of torment than before. One by one, I had to watch the pile on her lap shrink, and the blonde always held up each pair for myself and the other girls before taking the scissors to it. All the black and white pieces I owned, followed by every shade of blue and red; even the ones that wouldn’t remotely work with maroon or light blue, just because she could. At some point, the four girls started talking about the video game they always played in Paige’s room, which was easily the worst background track to watching each and every one of my thongs get destroyed to round out Annika’s task. All in all, I had probably lost 25 pairs of underwear. Maybe more. Plus the bras that were definitely not salvageable at this point . . . At least $400, gone in a matter of minutes. I was used to Paige’s bullshit, but Annika seemed more than happy to play her part in all this as well. Provided I could get Paige to pay me back, which was highly unlikely, the financial aspect wasn’t the only problem. It would also take so much of my time and energy to replace everything I lost. Dakota had come prepared. She had a plastic bag in her purse from one of our local retail stores, likely not originally for this moment unless these girls had excessively planned ahead, and Annika made short work of filling it with all the cut up underwear that had formed a new pile next to the bra saving Paige’s seat. Then Violet gave me a nudge. “Close your eyes, Miley.” “What? Why?” I asked, caught off guard by the suggestion. “Because I said so,” she replied, in a slight lilt to go with the patronizing phrase, “Do I need to count to three for you?” ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Babysitter" (50+ parts) and other stories on my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Part 2 When I woke up the next morning my diaper was wet as usual and I just laid there. Mom came into my bedroom and asked me how I slept I told her though my sleepy fog I slept like a baby. “That’s because you are a baby my baby” she said. Mom put her finger in my diaper and told me I was wet and she would change me after I had breakfast. She picked me up and put me on her hip and we went into the kitchen. I was surprised to see my old high chair was next to the table. “Om ere did at com rom” I asked with my binkie in my mouth? “I took it out of the garage last night when you went to sleep” she said and she put me into it being still small I fit. She strapped me in then put the tray on with a click. She went to the counter she opened the draw and took out a bib and tied it around my neck. “Mom what are you doing I’m a big boy I don’t need this” I told her “and I don’t need to be feed anymore” I said after taking the binkie out of my mouth. She looked at me like she was hurt “you’re my baby boy and Mommy wants to feed you like I did when Daddy was here” she said with a sad face. I saw tears in her eyes and knew I had to do this for her. “Ok Mom” I said if that will make you happy” I said. “What will make me happy too is if you started calling me Mommy that is who I am” she said. “Ok Mommy” I whispered knowing something was wrong. “I made your favorite baby just like I did when you were a baby” and as she blew into a bowl she put it on the tray and sat down next to me. When I looked at it it was my favorite “Farina”. “Ok baby open up for the airplane so it can land in the hanger” she cooed. I opened wide and she started to feed me. It was warm and good and I enjoyed her feeding me like she use to. I smiled at her and she smiled back as she feed me the rest of the Farina. She took the empty bowl put it into the sink then she went into the refrigerator. "Would baby like milky or OJ” she asked? “OJ please Mom ... Mommy” I answered. She took the OJ out and poured it into a blue sippy cup with bugs on it that was on the counter. “Here you go my little baby boy” she said. I wonder what was wrong with my Mother. I lifted up the sippy cup and started drink it. “Good baby” she cooed and watched me with a big smile. When I finished she took the sippy cup and put it into the sink. “Ok let’s get my baby changed” she said. She took a wet dish towel and washed my face and hands and pulled the tray out and unstrapped me and picked me up and we went back to my room. She took a towel that was there from last night and put it on my bed then she laid me on my back. “Such a good little baby boy for Mommy yes he is” she cooed. She went to the bottom draw of my dresser and took out wipes, powder and a diaper and put them on the bed. My legs were at the end of the bed she leaned in between them kneeing on the floor and started to talk to me as if I was her baby again. “You’re going to be my baby again now that Daddy is gone do you want to be my baby boy again” she asked as she untapped the diaper? I didn’t want to I was a big boy but she was being so sweet to me and all I thought about were those boys from school making fun of me and bulling me making me feel bad about myself. I have to say I was enjoying the things she was doing to me the love she was showing me again now that I was older. “Yes Mommy I want to be your baby boy again now that Daddy is not around” I said. “Oh baby thank you” she said and gave me a kiss on my forehead. She reached under the clean diaper and took another binkie and slipped it in between my lips I started to suck on it feeling a lot less stressed. She untapped the wet diaper smiled at me then with one hand she took my ankles and lifted my legs up and slid the wet diaper from under me and let my legs down. Mommy took a few baby wipes and started to clean my diaper area. They were cold and I shivered a little. “Sorry baby Mommy will get a baby wipe warmer for you” she said as she cleaned me. Mommy was smiling then she giggled. I looked up at her with my binkie in my mouth as she wiped my peepee clean. She took the clean diaper and shook it out then took my ankles in her hand again and lifted me up. She slid the clean diaper under me and let my legs down. “You are my baby boy again” and started to sprinkle the power all over my diaper area and rubbed it in. “Does that feel good baby” she asked? "Es ommy" I said. I smiled behind my binkie as she pulled the diaper up between my legs and tapped it tight around my waist. “Good boy good boy” she cooed “such a good baby boy for his Mommy”. Mommy leaned in and started to blow bubbles into my belly button I started to giggle and kick my legs. She kept blowing raspberries into my belly and I made peepee in my clean diaper. When she stopped she kissed my forehead she said “Mommy loves you baby”. “I ove ou too ommy” I said with my binkie in my mouth. I sat up and she went to the dresser again and pulled out a shirt I saw it had the Cookie Monster on the front. “Arms up baby” she said. I did what she asked she put the shirt over my head and pulled it down and laid me back down. She reached under me and pulled the tail of the shirt down and snapped the snaps together. “All done baby now it is time to go play and watch TV” she said and picked me up put me on her hip and walked into the living room where the TV was already on and Tom and Jerry were on and they were chasing each other. “You be a good boy and watch TV while Mommy does the dishes” she said as she lowered me onto the floor. I watched and giggled sucking on my binkie. It was my favorite cartoon so I watch and giggled. I don’t know how long I watched TV but after awhile Mommy came back into the livingroom with a plate of cookies. “I thought baby would like a cookie” she said. I was already sitting so I crawled to the coffee table and Mommy giggles and sighed. I took my binkie out of my mouth and started to watch TV again giggling like I was a baby eating his cookie. After my second cookie Mommy picked me up and sat me in her lap. “Is baby thirsty” she asked? “Yes Mommy” I answered. Mommy pulled me into her arms and held me tight. She took a baby bottle out of the pocket of her apron and slipped it in between my lips. I didn’t realize what it was because I was still watching TV. Mommy started to rock us back and forth while humming a tune. I looked up at her and she said “shhh you like your baba” she asked? I relaxed and smiled at her while I drank the milk from my baba. She smiled back and started to rock us back and forth with me in her arms. When the baba was empty she continued to rock us back and forth I started to close my eyes and go to sleep. I felt her moving but did not open my eyes. She put something to my lips I thought it was my binkie so I opened my mouth and started to suck on it. I heard Mommy moan so I opened my eyes to see I was suckling on her nipple. I tried to move but she was to strong for me she held me close with her hand on the back of my head. “Shhh” she whispered. “You loved this when you were a baby and so did Mommy suckle from Mommy be the baby Mommy and you want to be”. I struggled to get up but Mommy held me tight. Her nipple was warm as I continued to suckle on her getting comfortable in her arms. I remember doing this when I was a baby and continued to suckle like a new born. Mommy moaned and rocked us back and forth. “Such a good baby suckle baby Alan suckle like you use too” she whispered in my ear “you are making me so happy baby”. I felt her move again and I started to suck on her other nipple. I was content I started to close my eyes. I felt her hold the back of my head to her nipple and fell asleep in her arms. When I opened my eyes it was getting dark I must have been sleeping for awhile. I got out of bed and walked down stairs where I heard Mommy talking to someone on the phone. I listened and realized she was talking to Sara my older sister at college. I walked in she picked me up and sat me on her lap. “Want to talk to your baby brother” she asked? Mom took my binkie out of my mouth and I was handed the phone and started to talk. “Hi sis how is college” I asked? She told me it was Ok that some of the subjects were a little hard but she was getting along great. Mom sat me on the couch “Mommy’s going to make dinner talk to your sister for a while longer” she said and left. “Sara something is wrong Mom she is treating me like her baby again”. “What do you mean” she asked? “Right now I am talking to you with a Cookie Monster tee shirt with snaps in between my legs wearing a diaper she is treating me like her baby boy again” I answered. “That’s strange” she said. “I have no idea what to do”. “I have to go back to school Monday what am I going to do if she puts me in a diaper and not a pull up” I asked? “Do you know what those boys will do to me if they find out I’m in a diaper and not a pull up I get bullied just with the pull up on”. “I’ll talk to Grandma and ask her what you should do Ok” she said? We talked for a few more minutes then Mom called that din din was ready. We hung up and I went to the kitchen. The high chair was still by the table and she put me in it and strapped me in and snapped the tray closed. Mom put a plate of chicken fingers and ketchup on the tray so I started to feed myself. “Tomorrow is Sunday maybe we can go to the park and we can have a picnic” she said. “The park oh no” I said to myself then everyone will see me dressed as a baby. I finished my dinner and Mom took her plate and mine and put them in the sink. She then walked over to the refrigerator and poured milk into a bottle. She put it into her apron pocket then came over washed my face and hands and took me out of the high chair and put me on her hip and she sat us down on the couch. She sat down and put me into her arms like a baby and gave me the bottle. Mom put the nipple in between my lips and started to cooed to me as she rocked up back and forth. Just then the phone rang Mom held the receiver with her shoulder to her ear while she feed me the baba. “Oh hi Mom how you doing” she asked? I could only hear one part of the conversation. “Yes he is wearing diapers full time now he wets to bad to be in just a pull up”. “No if he needs them what’s the difference” she asked? “No Mom I’m not hurting him he said he wants to be my baby again”. “We are going to the park tomorrow would you like to come with us” Mom asked? “Ok Mom we will see you tomorrow” Mom said and hung up. When the bottle was empty she turned me around on her shoulder and patted my back. I couldn’t help it and burped. She giggled and told me I was a good boy. “Time for bed e bye” she said. “But Mommy it is still light out “I’m a big boy” I said as she held me in her arms like I was a two year old. “Babies need their sleep so they can get big and strong like their Daddy’s”. “I hoped my baby boy enjoyed his day as Mommy’s baby” she said. She cuddled me in her arms patting my diaper. “You are so cute I love taking care of you like I did when Daddy was alive” she said and kissed me on my forehead. Mom slid the covers down on my bed and laid me down. She slipped a finger into my diaper to check to see if I was wet. She pulled the covers up and tucked me in. “This will never do” she said “I thing I need to get something else from the garage”. She kissed me on the forehead turned the light out she left the door open a crack and left. I laid there in a diaper with a binkie in my mouth wondering what was wrong with my Mom. Hopefully Grandma will get to the bottom of what is going on with Mom and make her start treating me like an 8 year old and not a 2 year old. I slowly closed my eyes and went to sleep. Some noise woke me up a few times during the night but I went back to sleep. In the morning I woke up wet with my binkie in my mouth. I stretched a little to find there was a brown bear in my arms. I recognized him he was my buddy from when I was younger. “Fred”. I played with him all the time never let him be alone when I was younger. I looked at him and asked? “What are you doing here”? Just then the door opened. “Are you talking to your buddy Fred” Mom asked? I blushed and dropped him on the floor. “No I’m 8 I haven’t played with him in years” I said raising my voice. “That wasn’t very nice” Mom said she picked Fred up and gave him back to me. I took him and threw him across my room very embarrassed. “BABY what did baby do” she asked with an angry voice? I took the binkie out of my mouth and through it too. “Mom I’m 8 not a baby why are you doing this to me” I asked? “Because I miss your Daddy and I want to take care of you again” she said tears in her eyes. I felt bad but I was upset to be treated like this. “You’re my baby now whether you like it or not and I will not have you talking to me like this” she said angry. She rushed over to me she sat on my bed and pulled me over her lap. She unsnapped the shirt pushed it up pushed my wet diaper down. “Mom what the hell are you doing” I asked struggling to get free but she held me down over her lap like a toddler. “Bad baby” she said and her hand came down on my ass and she spanked me 2 or 3 times. “Mom stop please stop” I yelled tears in my eyes. “Don’t ever talk to me like that again and 3 more spanks hit my naked bottom. I started to cry “Mom … Mommy stop please you’re hurting me” I cried. I had no idea what was going on with my mother. She stopped in between one spank after she heard she was hurting me. Mom pulled me up and hugged me tight and rubbed my bottom. “Oh baby all I wanted to do is to have my baby back I want someone to take care of again” she said. She held me tight and hugged me as she rubbed my sore bottom. Then like a light switch she changed she started to take my shirt off she laid me down on my bed and removed my wet diaper and started to coo to me. “MY baby no one can change that” she said. “I’m your Mommy she will take good care of you even if Daddy is not around”. She took some wipes and cleaned my diaper area. Then she pushed my legs back and put some cream on my red hinny. She slipped a diaper under me then let my legs down. She powdered me and pulled a clean diaper up between my legs like nothing happened. “You’re my good little baby boy and Mommy loves you” she said. She reached into her apron and took out a binkie she slipped it in between my lips. I started to suck on it wondering what was wrong with my Mother. Mom walked to the other side of my room she picked up Fred and put him in my arms I cuddled it and smiled at her. She smiled back and told me breakfast would be ready in a few minutes and to come down to eat. I waited until my heart rate went down got out of bed and went to the kitchen I had Fred in my hand. I don’t know why but I did. “Mom” I said when I went into the kitchen. She looked at me and I said “Mommy are you Ok”? “Yes baby come to Mommy” she said and put her arms out to me. I waddled over to her she picked me up hugged me tight then put me in the high chair. With Fred sitting in my lap she smiled at me and kissed my forehead and she went back to the stove. A plate was put on the tray she sat down. She took some scrambled eggs put them on a baby spoon and said “open up here comes the choo choo”. I did as she said and she feed me. “All gone“ Mom said got up and went to the refrigerator took out a bottle and put it in her pocket. She helped us Fred and me out of the high chair put us on her hip and we went into the livingroom. Mommy laid on the couch she put me in her arms and took the bottle and slipped the nipple between my lips. I started to suck the OJ out and closed my eyes Fred was in my arm. “Such a good little baby boy I love you baby Alan I would never do anything to hurt you I hope you will do the same for me” she said and kissed my forehead. I didn’t know what to think the spanking hurt but she wasn’t or is not herself. Grandma is coming today so maybe she can find out what is going on with Mommy. I decide to do whatever she wanted not to get another spanking and be her baby boy again until Grandma came. Mommy looked down at me she smiled as I sucked from my baba and be a good baby for her. “Such a cutie what a good baby for his Mommy” she cooed. When the bottle was empty she put me over her shoulder and burped me. I lay back in her arms she ran her fingers though my hair then she moved Fred she put him next to her. Then she pulled her dress down took the back of my head and guided my lips to her nipple. I latched on and started to suckle on her nipple while Fred watched me. “You see Fred baby Alan is still my baby he loves to suckle from his Mommy like he did when he was first born” she whispered to Fred. I looked at Fred and smiled while I enjoyed being a new born but there was no milky to drink. A knock on the door brought Mom to her senses she pulled her nipple out from my lips with a pop and started to pull her dress up just as Grandma entered the house. Grandma closed the door and looked at Mommy. “Alice what in the world are you doing” she asked seeing me in her arms holding me like a new born? “Mom I didn’t know you were coming so early” Mom said. “Will it looks like your having a good time at Alan’s expense what are you doing” she asked? “Mom I want my baby back I want to take care of him I want to love him as my baby” she said tearing up. “Shhh it’s Ok sweetie have you been taking your pills” Agnes (Grandma) asked? “No Mom they upset my belly” Mom said. “Are you Ok Alan” she asked me? “Yes Grandma I’m fine” I said with a smile on my face. “You do look adorable dressed in a diaper and a cute omnie” she said. “You know your Mother had a break down she isn’t taking the pill the doctor prescribed I’m sorry you had to go thought all this but your mother is having a hard time”. “I understand Grandma but … she didn’t hurt me and it feels nice she is taking care of me again” I said. “You’re enjoying your Mommy taking care of you like this” she asked? “Everything except the spanking she gave me this morning”. “Alice you spanked your baby this morning” Grandma asked her daughter? “What did he do” she asked? “He threw Fred and his binkie across the room and didn’t talk to me as his Mommy” she said. Grandma took me from my mother I think she noticed that Moms dress was a little open and her nipple was not covered. Grandma held me in her arms I wrapped my legs around her and put my head on her shoulder. She rocked me back and forth and patted my bottom. “Are you Ok baby” she asked as she kissed me on the nose. I put my head back on her shoulder and she held me tight. Mom got up isn’t he cute Mom” Mom asked? “Yes he is but I think we need to talk to your doctor to see what he needs to do to help you” she said to Mom. “No” Mom said “we need to baby him so we can take care of him like we did before” Mom said to Grandma. Grandma was rocking us back and forth I started to close my eyes and fell asleep in Grandma’s arms.

As a reader I tend to wait for a story to have a couple of chapters before I start reading if its from an Author I am not familiar with. But I have gone back and re read stories when new chapters are released if there has been a drought, well depending on the size haha, like if its hundreads of thousands of words deep then I probably would just do a quick recap. But when I do get around to writing things I tend to post as I go as I want feedback on the story which could possible lead me to change future posts. I guess its something you need to figure out what is the important thing for you, the feedback or the readers attention. If its feedback probably posting each chapter as you finish is the way to go. If its reader attention then probably the best thing to do is either finish the story or keep going until you lose momentum and start posting piece by piece

I'm glad to hear that! It's a very slow build up to what I know y'all are here for, so I'm very glad to hear it's not too slow. Speaking of what y'all have been waiting for.... Chapter Eighteen Ms. Akiyama awoke early that Friday morning and paced between the kitchen and living room, anxiously waiting to see what morning would bring. Emma had said it would likely take a few days, but she had said it was possible that it might happen the first night, especially given Rei’s history of wetting the bed. Ms. Akiyama almost hoped it would the first night. She was anxious about the whole thing, and the sooner it started, the better. The sooner she knew how Rei would react, the sooner she could stop worrying about it. And she was definitely anxious about Rei’s reaction. Emma had reassured Ms. Akiyama that as long as she played her part, Rei would never be the wiser, but Ms. Akiyama couldn’t help but worry. She had known plenty of parents who had used behavioral therapy on their daughters, but, to her knowledge, none had gone to these lengths. Of course, as Emma had said, Rei was a tough case. Of course, on the other hand, Ms. Akiyama wasn’t sure she was prepared to deal with Rei’s reaction, especially if she reacted poorly. So, it was with a mix of relief and impatience that Ms. Akiyama greeted Rei that morning as the latter walked down the stairs in the same pajamas she had worn to bed the night before. Competely dry, of course. Before long, Ms. Akiyama was seeing her daughter out the day for her day at school. Then, it was time for her to get to work. With the rise of regressive behavioral therapy as a mainstream practice, more and more mothers across the country found themselves suddenly in need of, so to speak, maternity leave. While some of the more liberal supporters of the Hayes Act had argued for stipends to help mothers who needed to leave the workforce to care for their daughters, ultimately the conservatives won that issue, and instead many work places were forced to offer work-at-home options for women so they could do it all. Strictly speaking, Ms. Akiyama didn’t the extra time at home to care for her daughter—at least, she hadn’t at the time, and she still hoped things wouldn’t go that far—but she had still taken advantage of these work-from-home options. So, Ms. Akiyama, having seen Rei off, retired to the her office, which doubled as a guest room, and logged onto her computer for her day of work. It was a slow day at work, and when a couple hours into her day the name “Heather Eckridge” showed up across the screen of her cell phone, she was happy for the distraction. “Hi, Heather,” Ms. Akiyama answered. “Hi, hun, not catching you at a bad time, am I?” “Not all,” Ms. Akiyama lightly laughed, “it’s a slow day at work, I’ve got plenty of time to talk.” “Oh, hun, same here! And I was just sitting and started thinking about you and thought I’d call and ask if you had made an appointment at Brighter Days yet?” “Oh, actually…” Ms. Akiyama proceeded to fill Heather in on the happenings of the last few days. “If I’m being honest,” she concluded, “I’m still a bit nervous about the whole thing. I mean, they said Rei won’t have a clue, but I’m just not sure…she’s so smart and perceptive, I can’t imagine a little hypnosis fooling her.” Heather made a sympathetic sound, “I thought the same thing about Megan, but I don’t think things would have gone as smoothly as they did without it. And I’ve talked to other moms who used it, and they all swear by it!” “Well, I guess we will see, won’t we?” “For what it’s worth, darling, I think you’re doing the right thing by Rei. She always was too smart for her own good, and it sounds like nothing has changed on that front. Of course, Megan was always the same, that’s why I made sure I nipped it in the bud with her early.” Ms. Akiyama sighed, “Maybe I should have done this sooner.” “Don’t be hard on yourself; I don’t think it ever would have been easy with Rei. She’s always been so…headstrong.” Ms. Akiyama laughed, “that she has,” then sighed, “how was it with Megan? Did you have trouble with her?” “Honestly? Very little. She was definitely resistant at first, angry even, but with a little help and strategic planning from Brighter Days, she was practically back in diapers before I knew it.” “That’s…wow, I’m a little surprised.” Ms. Akiyama could practically hear Heather shrug through the phone, “well, that was when I knew for certain there really was something to this and that I had done the right thing. And so are you.” “I certainly hope so,” Ms. Akiyama sighed, “I just feel so powerless to protect her when she’s off at that college learning who knows what and hanging out with God knows what kind of bad influences.” “Darling, I do not understand why you let her go there, especially if you are so worried about it!” “Rei loves her education; I’d just hate to take it away from her. I mean, I know that sounds absurd, I’ll make her a bedwetter but I won’t take her out of college, but I just…I’ve always been so proud of how much Rei loved school, and it would break my heart for her to lose that love.” “Then send her to an extended high school program! Megan loves hers!” Ms. Akiyama paused, briefly caught off guard, “Megan goes to…a high school program?” “Absolutely! You sound surprised.” “Well, no offense, I just figured Megan more for an elementary program, maybe even a preschool.” Heather laughed, “Megan lives like a toddler in a lot of ways, but she’s still smart as a whip. Unfortunately,” Heather’s voice took on a serious tone, “she does get picked on a little bit. She’s far from the only girl in her high school who wears diapers, but she’s definitely not as mature as most of her peers. Still, it’s what makes her happy.” “Huh,” Ms. Akiyama was genuinely at a loss for words. “Well, as long as she’s happy.” “You know, Megan could use a friend at high school, and Rei might be more open to the idea of a high school program if she already had a friend there…” Ms. Akiyama rolled that around in her head for a moment, “you might have a point there,” she said at last. “And Megan was asking about Rei the other day…” “Mm, maybe we should schedule a play date for the girls for this weekend,” Ms. Akiyama suggested with a smile. “This weekend doesn’t work for us,” Heather replied, “but, besides, call it a hunch, but I think Rei will be more open to the suggestion once she’s started wetting the bed. So, maybe sometime next week after school?” “Perfect.” With that, the two cemented their plans for the next week, exchanged some pleasantries, then mutually agreed they should both probably go back to focusing on work, regardless of how slow it was. Ms. Akiyama went through the rest of her day feeling pretty good about her plans for Rei. She was still nervous, but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, maybe Rei would take to it just as naturally as Megan had. And maybe, if she could rekindle that friendship, Rei would be more willing to go to an extended high school program. Not to mention, with Megan as her friend again, Ms. Akiyama could stop worrying so much about the company Rei was keeping. That evening, Ms. Akiyama dutifully mixed Rei’s new medication in with the mound of mashed potatoes on the girl’s plate, then called her down to dinner like she did every night. Rei ate the potatoes without comment or hint of suspicion, yet come Saturday morning, she was still dry. Undaunted, Ms. Akiyama went about her Saturday. A little bit of light housework in the morning, followed by some errands (she invited Rei along, but her daughter cited being under a pile of homework to stay home), and then back home. She spent the first half of her afternoon holed up in her office, reading parenting blogs and articles about other moms’ experiences with behavioral therapy, and the second half splayed out on the couch, reading the latest Stephanie Queen novel. As dinnertime approached, Ms. Akiyama found herself knocking on her daughter’s door. Without waiting for a reply, she cracked the door open and stuck her head in. Rei was at her desk, a word document open on the screen of her computer and two books laying open on her desk. “You’ve been working all day?” Ms. Akiyama asked. Rei swiveled around in her chair to look back at her mother, “yeah, I’ve got an essay due this week.” “I worry about you working too hard,” Ms. Akiyama opened the door the rest of the way and stepped into the doorframe, “you’re going to stress yourself out. That’s not good for girls your age, it’s not good for your brain development,” that, at least, was what she had this afternoon. Rei frowned, “Mom, that’s not true—” Ms. Akiyama raised her hand to silence her daughter, “I don’t want to hear it, Rei, I know what’s best for you.” Rei felt her cheeks heat up at the memory of where it had led last time she had argued against that. She felt her anger rise a bit, too, but not enough to overcome the shame. She just nodded and held her mouth closed. “So,” Ms. Akiyama continued once she was sure Rei wasn’t going to protest, “I think you should take a break, okay?” “But, Mom, I need to finish this essay…” “When is it due?” “Wednesday.” “And how far along are you?” “I have,” Rei looked back at her screen, “700 words written.” “And how many do you need?” “A thousand.” “Oh, well, then you’re almost done! You can easily finish that essay tomorrow, can’t you?” “I…I guess…I just would really like to get it done tonight.” Ms. Akiyama sighed, she really was proud of how studious her daughter was, she just regretted Rei no longer lived in a world where that would lead to happiness for her. And, besides, most parents seemed to agree their daughters were much healthier and happier when they weren’t so stressed. Of course, Ms. Akiyama had an ulterior motive here. So much of what she had read earlier that day had stressed the importance of mother/daughter bonding during regressive behavioral therapy. After all, part of the reason this kind of therapy was so effective is that is taught daughters to be more reliant on their mothers and give up some control to them, that could only happen with sufficient bonding. So, Ms. Akiyama was determined to try to engage in more bonding time with her daughter. Thankfully, this could also serve the purpose of keeping Rei from unhealthy habits like studying all day. “I’ll tell you what,” Ms. Akiyama said, deciding negotiation might be the best way to go here, “why don’t I order us a pizza, and you can keep on working until the pizza gets here, okay? But, once it gets here, you put the essay away for the night, and come downstairs and watch a movie with me, okay? I’ll even let you pick the movie.” Rei gave her mother a genuine if slight smile, seemed to consider the offer for a moment, then finally spoke, “Can we order from Lucia’s?” “Of course.” “Focaccia bread crust?” “Absolutely.” “Extra pepperoni and jalapenos?” “If that’s what you want.” “…gelato?” Ms. Akiyama laughed, “of course, can’t order from Lucia’s without getting some gelato.” “And I pick the movie?” “Yes, of course, any other demands?” “Soda.” Ms. Akiyama couldn’t help but chuckle at that one: she had stopped keeping soda in the house when Rei was around ten and the doctor’s suggested she stop giving Rei soda to help her with her wetting problems and had never picked the habit back up after Rei’s problems had cleared up, keeping soda an occasional treat at the Akiyama house. “You got it,” Ms. Akiyama nodded, “we got a deal?” Rei nodded, “yeah, okay, deal.” Roughly fourty-five minutes later, the pair found themselves huddled under a blanket on the couch, eating pizza, and watching a new horror movie Rei had been looking forward to. Rei chugged her first glass of soda, laced, of course, with her new medications, and drank three more glasses after that. Ms. Akiyama couldn’t help but watch and wonder if Rei was sealing her fate. When the movie was over, Ms. Akiyama was shocked when she suggested the two play a board game and Rei agreed almost immediately. They hadn’t played board games together since…well…truthfully, not since Rei’s father had passed. Really, Ms. Akiyama thought as they set up the board to play Life, that had been when the two had first started to truly drift apart. Ms. Akiyama missed how close they used to be, maybe more than she had realized before that night. But all that was about to change; she was certain of it. After two games of Life and one game of Clue, a drowsy looking Rei yawned, bid her mother goodnight, and retired to her room. Ms. Akiyama smiled and watched her daughter sleepily drag herself up the stairs. She had a feeling the next morning was going to be a new beginning for the mother and daughter. Rei, on the other hand, cluelessly went through her bedtime routine. She brushed her teeth, washed and moisturized her face, used the toilet, changed into pajamas, climbed into bed, turned her white noise machine on, and snuggled into her blankets, just like she did every night. Chapter Nineteen. It was raining. Big fat raindrops plopped against the windows of Greenham Community College’s cafeteria and ran down the glass in streaks. The glass was cold against Rei’s forehead as she stared out across the empty patio. “Rei, are you paying attention?” Rei’s head snapped forward, “yes, sorry,” she looked up at Professor Rosenstine, her math professor, and nodded. “Good, then you won’t mind coming up to the board to solve this problem?” “Oh, o-of course not,” on shaky knees, Rei slide out of the booth and made her way to the freestanding whiteboard set up in the middle of the lunch tables. Around her, everyone suddenly got silent and put their lunches down, turning their attention instead to her as she approached the board. “Quickly, now, Rei,” Professor Rosenstine said impatiently. Rei was weaving her way through the desks, but the board didn’t seem to be getting any closer, “you’re dawdling, Rei!” “Sorry, Professor, I—” before she could continue her sentence, her foot tangled with a foot thrust into the aisle at the last minute and she went tumbling head over heels to the floor. Laughter erupted from around her. Professor Rosenstine looked down at her as she lay sprawled on her back, “are you quite done causing a spectacle, Rei?” “Yes, sorry,” Rei scrambled to her feet, brushing her clothes off quickly before taking the dry erase marker from the professor and turning her attention to the math problem on the board. Numbers and letters swam in her vision. Focus as she might, they wouldn’t stop moving and shifting. “We’re waiting, Rei.” Rei turned around to look to her peers for assistance, but found herself staring into a mirror, a line of closed bathroom stall doors behind her. Why was she here again? A girl came out of one of the stalls and gave Rei a weird look as she approached the sink next to her to wash her hands. “Are you in the wrong room?” The girl asked, then added, “the changing rooms are next door if you need to be changed.” What was she talking about? Changed? Rei froze as a hunch formed. She looked down and, sure enough, the plastic waistband of a diaper stuck out from her jeans, which bulged comically around her crotch and butt. “No,” she protested, “I don’t…this is a mistake…” “There you are!” A woman’s voice boomed and echoed off the tiled wall and floor as she burst into through the restroom door. Rei didn’t recognize the woman, but she knew who she was; she was her daycare teacher. The woman grabbed Rei by the wrist and effortlessly dragged her back through the door, “what are you doing, running off like that?” Rei protested and tried to wriggle free from the woman’s grasp, but nothing she said or did seemed to phase her. Up ahead, Rei saw Riley talking to another girl she didn’t know. She called out Riley’s name, but when Riley looked at her, there was no recognition there. Riley merely watched, vaguely disgusted, as Rei was dragged past her. “Ugh,” Riley said to the other girl once Rei had passed them, “kill me if I ever become like that.” Rei watched the two girls recede down the hall. “Here we are,” the woman who had been dragging her cooed as she finally stopped in front of a door and pushed it open, “back to class with you.” She pushed Rei through the door, and Rei looked around at the room around her. It looked like a daycare, but everything was sized up. There were about a dozen girls her age, all dressed like toddlers, sitting in four rows in the center of the room and looking forward at a kindly looking woman in front of a chalkboard. “Ah, Rei, welcome back,” she said as she looked up at Rei. “I…I think I’m in the wrong room,” Rei said weakly. “Nonsense! We transferred you here after you were unable to solve that tricky math problem! This classroom is much better suited to girls your age, anyway! Speaking of, why don’t you come to the board to do the math problem?” Rei swallowed hard, but her feet started moving on their own. She couldn’t help but notice that she waddled slightly, an unfamiliar but somehow also familiar bulk between her legs. As she approached, she took the chalk the teacher offered, and turned to the board. This time, the numbers came easily into focus: 3+5= Oh, Rei thought, this was easy. Smiling confidently, she grasped the chalk in her hand, and drew a great, big, curvy 8. She looked over to the teacher for approval. “Mmm,” the teacher said, her mouth a tight-lipped frown, “that’s not quite right, Rei.” “What? But…” Rei turned back to the chalkboard: 3+4=8. “Wait, that’s…” “It’s okay, you’ll get it next time! Why don’t you go ahead and sit down.” In a daze, Rei plopped down on the floor with the rest of the girls. What was happening? As she ruminated on that question, she felt a sudden and urgent pressure in her bladder. Instinctively, she clamped her muscles down, but it was taking all her effort to keep the floodgates closed. But…why was she holding it? She was wearing a diaper, after all, so shouldn’t she just… The thought wasn’t even done before Rei felt the dam burst and a torrent flooded out of her. The feeling of warmth and wetness spread out through her crotch and across her butt, continuing down her legs. She looked down in panic as the dark spot in the crotch of her jeans spread out. But…hadn’t she just…? “Professor!” A voice rang out to her left, “Rei just peed her pants!” Rei’s whipped towards the voice and saw Jennifer Duffy sitting next to her. Rei looked around herself. She was in Professor Lewis’ class and everyone was looking at her. She looked to her right and found Riley chuckling and looking at her like she was a freak. At the head of the classroom, Professor Lewis just looked at Rei with disappointment on her face. And then Rei was back in her bedroom, panting and covered in cold sweat. It had all been a dream. Rei sighed with relief. She tried grasping at the details of the dream, trying to remember what had reacting like this, but found it already dissipating into the night. But as Rei calmed down, she began to notice something was not quite right. Rei didn’t really need to throw back her covers to be certain of what had happened, but she did so anyway, refusing to believe until she saw for herself. Rei Akiyama had wet the bed.

Chapter 3 A speaker toddled down one of the many similar hallways at the Quiet Cathedral. Though this speaker knew exactly where she was going and moved through the maze of a facility like it was second nature. This speaker's outfit was exceptionally childish: a soft yellow romper with pink frills on the but and an exceptionally thick diaper and plastic pants enforcing her waddle. With a smile behind the pacifier in her mouth and with a stuffed rabbit clenched to her chest she knocked on one of the doors. This door, like many of the doors to the speaker’s rooms, was decorated on the outside by its occupant. This door was unique and that it seemed to play into the baby aesthetic, dotted with some crayon drawn pictures and stickers of unicorns and fairies. The centerpiece was a piece of paper with “AYA” written on it and decorated with hand drawn hearts, stars, and one pony. This speaker waited by the door expectantly, after a few moments the smile on her face vanished for a concerned look as she knocked again. Again she got no response. “I thought I’d find you here Bala,” the speaker jumped as her listener approached behind her. “Where’s Aya?” Bala asked, concerned. “Oh she’s gone out on a PR run with the new speaker Ai,” the listener explained casually. “She what?” Bala’s stomach suddenly fell and her mood darkened. “No she can’t. It’ll ruin everything. They can’t …” Bala stammered struggling to form words. “Bala, just because Aya is hanging out with someone else doesn't mean she’s going to stop being your friend. In fact, giving you two a break from each other is probably the best thing for both of you.” “No you don’t understand,” Bala’s voice raised slightly. “She’ll break it all down and ruin it.” Bala looked at her speaker and realized from the expression on her face that she really didn’t understand. Trying to explain what the actual problem was to anyone would be pointless. “Come on let’s head to the playroom,” Bala’s speaker offered. “I think spending time with the other speakers will be good for you.” Bala remained silent, lost in her sudden anxiety and let her speaker lead her over to the playroom. Bala wasn’t really in the mood for it though. She found herself having a feeling that she absolutely hated. She didn’t want to be little. Her romper stuck to her and her diaper was stifling and she just wanted out of the whole thing. She had too much on her mind. *** Ai Sinclair stood somewhat nervously at the end of a long hallway. A line of people were patiently waiting to see her, and had been for most of the day. For the first time in a long time she was wearing a modest and mature dress, though she could feel the diaper hidden underneath the skirt, and she could hear it subtly crinkle every time she moved. A man shuffled up the small partition that separated Ai and the speaker next to her from the crowd. “Thank you,” he said piously. “My family wouldn’t have power or running water without the answers from Cas Lo Cho Thoth.” “It’s my pleasure,” Ai smiled and nodded awkwardly though the man didn’t seem to notice as he shuffled away with a smile. Ai had been at this all day, hearing thanks from people not unlike the man that just shuffled away. Thanks for giving them food. Thanks for money. Thanks for the freedom to love and be who they want. Everyone was met with a smile, a small greeting, and then sent along. Apparently this was all they wanted with her as Ai had seen nothing but smiling faces, despite how uncomfortable she felt. If the silent encouragement from the speaker next to her was anything to go by, she was doing what she was supposed to do. This other speaker was basically doing the same thing. It was weird for Ai to accept these thanks; she didn’t have anything to do with those revelations. She couldn’t even talk to Daddy. She didn’t want to explain the truth of things and break their hearts though. It was this truth of things that also weighed on her. The congregation treated her as a religious icon, something solemn and holy, but she knew that the reality was vastly different. As soon as she was done here, she would go back to the facility, be dressed in her cute onesie, and sent off to be continually regressed. The general public had no clue how the speakers answered their questions. If they did, they would either lose all of their respect for the system or they would attempt to recreate it and fill the world with their fake “answers”. Ai felt guilty for her part in presenting this image of a holy figure when she knew it was partly a lie. Ai glanced nervously behind her, where Maria and the other speaker’s listener kept a close eye on things. She met eyes with Maria, who gave an encouraging smile in return. Coming out to this thing had been Maria’s idea: She’d thought that seeing the general public’s gratitude would help Ai connect with Daddy. Ai wasn’t sure if this was really helping. Sure, it was a reminder of how important her job was, but she didn’t think it would help her connect with Daddy at all. Still, it was nice getting a break from the constant barrage of regression back at the Quiet Cathedral, even if it was spent standing around shaking hands with strangers. She would have to thank Maria for it later. “I’m sorry, folks,” Maria cut in the line of people. “But I think our speakers may be done for today.” There were some murmurs of disappointment from the crowd, and Ai and the other speaker shot their best sympathetic glances. “We’ll have to close for today.” The other listener hastily ushered the two speakers along to a back room while Maria ushered the crowd out of the building. Once they were far enough away, the listener spoke up. “How are your diapers, little ones?” she asked sweetly. “You need a change, Ai? Aya?” “I can wait,” Aya said plainly. Ai just blushed. “I’ll check again before we leave,” she motioned to leave the room. “Stay out of trouble while we close up.” The two speakers silently nodded as she left. “I’m Aya by the way,” she said, shaking Ai’s hand. “It’s very nice to finally meet you.” “I’m surprised we’ve missed each other this long,” Ai responded. “I thought I had met everyone.” “Yeah, well,” Aya sighed. “Bala has been a little weird lately, very clingy.” “I don’t think I’ve met her either.” “You might not want to at the moment,” Aya said with a wince. “I took this little PR trip just to get out of the facility and get some time away from her. I’m glad you came along too; It gives us a chance to finally talk.” “Well, how did I do?” Ai asked, referring to the meet and greet they’d just had. “You did great!” Aya smiled. “Just what you are supposed to do. Smile and nod. Seems dismissive, but it gives people hope, you know.” “Yeah, I guess,” Ai sighed a little. “I just. I dunno. How do you deal with, like, keeping the truth from everyone? Standing out there for all those people with a diaper under our dress, and knowing we’re gonna get put back into onesies and mess ourselves when we get back.” “I dunno really,” Aya grimaced a bit. “I’ve sort of always had to deal with that.” “What do you mean?” Ai asked. “Well, you know Bala and I were the first two speakers,” Aya said with a hint of pride. Ai was appropriately awed. “Wow, that's so cool!” Ai was intrigued “Yeah, well we were sort of into the whole baby thing before all this blew up.” “Into it?” “Yeah, it’s called ABDL. Kind of a fetish, kind of not,” Aya blushed a little. “Point I’m making here is: I kind of always had to deal with being an adult and being serious with a diaper under my dress, and then going home to mess myself later,” she blushed again. “All that is to say that I can’t really help you there, I’ve just gotten used to it.” “That’s fine,” Ai said, completely forgetting what she said before. “But you and Bala were the first speakers?” Ai sat down in a chair in the room. “I gotta know. How did that happen?” “Well,” Aya blushed a bit. “The actual story of how it all happened is pretty simple. You know we both uhh …” Aya was a little flushed giving the explanation. “We both played all the time. You know, got cute, wore diapers and onesies and stuff. While we were playing, Bala thought that our babbling was a little weird, and she was right.” Aya shrugged. “So, Bala just knew it was deep speak?” “Not exactly. She knew it was weird. You’ve heard deep speak I assume? It’s definitely not something you would just come up with for fun. She thought it was weird and looked into it, then one thing led to another.” “You can’t just ‘one thing led to another’ your way into Thotheanism,” Ai said skeptically. “You can when Daddy is pushing you along in the right direction,” “I guess so,” Ai’s skepticism broke through in her tone. “How long did all of this take?” “Probably like a year or so,” Aya’s finger rested on her lip in thought. “Just a year?” Ai frowned. “You don’t find that a little too … easy?” “I never thought about it like that. You have to remember though, Daddy was helping us the whole time. Things tend to fall into place when he’s helping.” “I guess,” Ai felt weird about this. She was expecting some grander narrative. The reality was just so plain and basic. Aya had a point though. When you have the answers to everything at the ready, things would move along faster than you’d expect. It wasn’t a very satisfying answer, but it did give Ai an idea to solve her problem. “Maybe you can help me though, since you’re the original, and you were into all of this before coming here.” “I heard you’d been having some trouble talking to Daddy,” Aya sat down next to Ai, guessing what she was about to ask. “Yeah, I just,” Ai paused and sighed. “I just don’t get it. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. I don’t know what’s missing.” “Maybe you’re trying too hard,” Aya offered. Ai returned a grumpy look. “Yeah, I know, but hear me out here. Littlespace is an escape. It’s a zen thing. You put away your adult worries to be your real self. To just stop and play and enjoy that small moment. So, trying too hard might not be getting you in the zen space.” “Because it is hard,” Ai complained. “The whole thing is dumb. I’m supposed to be zen and calm, but there’s so much pressure. And the more I don’t get it, the more they make me a baby.” “That’s just how it works,” Aya said sympathetically. “Bala is the one that answers everything about that. About how we’re supposed to be treated and how to get us into littlespace. We get what we have to do straight from Daddy.” “Yeah but why?” Ai cut in in frustration. “Why is this the way we have to do things? Is there not some better way?” “That’s just how it is. It’s how Daddy works. It’s how we answer questions.” “I just,” Ai huffed. “I dunno. I just can’t accept that. Maybe that’s my problem.” Aya looked over to Ai sympathetically. “I hate that,” Aya said, standing up from her seat and pacing a bit. “Forcing the other speakers to be little. Littleness is supposed to be a good thing. It is for me, but it’s not always good for everyone else. I’ve always felt bad for the other speakers that things had to be this way. Aya had turned to face Ai. “I’m really sorry, Ai.” Ai was silent for a moment then looked away nervously. “It’s not your fault,” Ai sighed in defeat. “I just wish there was something I could do. I don’t know why it has to be this way. Why we have to do things like this.” “Well, we could always ask Daddy,” Aya said with sudden hopefulness. “Asking Daddy is the whole problem though. I can’t.” “You don’t need to,” Aya countered positively. “But they must have already asked someone,” Ai waved her hand. “And they gave their answer. Keep making me more and more baby until it works, but it’s just not working.” “Well maybe someone else can get you a better answer,” Aya reasoned. “Can they?” Ai challenged. “I mean we’re all talking to the same Daddy right?” “We are, but nothing is that simple,” Aya explained. “Just like when you talk to other people, you can ask questions in a way that predisposes them to a certain answer. Sometimes, the person answering can have a certain bias. All I’m saying is: it may be worth it to ask someone else about you.” “Can you do that?” “Well, not officially,” Aya admitted. “But we work together with our listeners, to make people’s lives better. We’re like partners. I’m sure I can get Marquis to ask some questions about you while I’m in little space.” “Really?” Ai said in disbelief. “I don’t know that I could do that with Maria.” Ai was lost in thought about her listener. She had only really seen her as an authoritarian, someone keeping her regressed and stuck in diapers. She had not thought about her at all as a partner, but Aya wasn’t wrong. She partly invented the whole system after all. If anyone would know, it was her. “Ok,” Aya said with determination. She moved over to a small dresser, grabbing a sheet of paper from a small stack that was resting on top, as well as a box of crayons. Obviously these two things were left in there for the speakers to occupy themselves during downtime, though they might not have predicted that this is how they would be using them. “Hit me, Ai. What are all those questions you have? Let’s get 'em all down.” Ai and Aya spent the next few minutes coming up with a series of questions about Ai’s situation. Why couldn’t she talk to Daddy? Did she really have to be this regressed all the time? Why were she and the other speakers stuck at the facility? It was a lot of venting from Ai, and a lot of support from Aya that was all written down in crayon on several pieces of paper. “Wow, you two seem busy,” Maria entered the room, startling Ai and Aya. “We were just writing some questions down about Ai,” Aya answered honestly. Ai and Maria shared a look. “I certainly have some questions of my own,” Maria sighed. “Come on, we gotta head back.” “Hang in there Ai,” Aya encouraged. “Next time I answer questions, I’ll figure all this out for you.” Aya proudly held up the crayon-filled paper before skipping ahead out of the room. Ai wanted to hope that Aya was right. That all those questions would be asked and she would have her answers, but she couldn’t help but doubt it. “Questions about you, huh?” Maria asked pointedly. “Yeah well,” Ai looked away. “It’s just frustrating, you know. We keep trying everything by the book, and nothing’s working. I know you’re frustrated too. I’m sorry.” “Ai,” Maria sighed and looked at Ai seriously. “You don’t have to be sorry. I am frustrated with things, and we have hit a wall, but that’s not your fault.” “No, not just that,” Ai admitted. “Aya said that we’re supposed to be partners, that we should work together to find answers.” Ai paused for a moment. “I haven’t been doing that. I haven’t been your partner, and I’m sorry about that. I really appreciate you bringing me here. It was a nice trip and I feel refreshed.” “I’m glad Ai,” Maria gently took Ai’s hand. “Let’s head back. We’ll figure all this out.” “Now I know I said I was refreshed but,” Ai said jokingly. Maria giggled a little. “Is that your way of asking for a diaper change?” she said cutely. “It’s very clever.” “Did it work?” “Yes, it worked,” Maria rolled her eyes, taking Ai off to a side room. Ai and Maria eventually joined Aya and Marquis in a small van, the listener ready to drive them all back to the facility. “And where did you sneak off to?” Aya teased knowingly. “To get a diaper change,” Ai answered plainly. “Better than spending the whole ride back in a soggy diaper,” “I offered to change you, Aya,” Marquis said with a grin. “It’s almost like you like being kept in soggy diapers or something.” “Traitor!” Aya accused dramatically. Everyone laughed as the van pulled away. Ai looked out the window as they started their drive back to the facility. There was still a large crowd gathered by the community center in the town that had been co-opted for the speaker’s appearance. They all cheered and waved as the van drove past them. “So, I guess I’ve got some extra questions added to my list tomorrow,” Marquis spoke to Maria as she drove. “I’ve heard,” Maria responded. "Lots of interesting questions on there.” “Yeah, I think we need some more interesting questions if we’re gonna get anywhere.” “I wouldn’t have expected that from you,” Marquis noted with a quick glance. “You were always very by the book, following Bala’s answers.” “I was,” Maria said thoughtfully. “It’s just not working though, and Ai and Aya make some good points. Maybe something needs to change if it’s going to work for her. You gotta remember, even if they’re big babies, our little speakers can be pretty smart.” Maria looked knowingly in the rear-view mirror at Ai, who had been listening intently. She blushed a little as her eavesdropping was discovered. “Please,” Aya said comically. “When it comes to being a big baby, we all know I have Ai beat.” “Well, not gonna get me to argue with you there,” Ai played along with the joke. “You sure, Ai?” Maria said getting in on it as well. “Et tu Maria,” Ai said dramatically. “Can you believe these listeners Ai?” Aya fake pouted. “Can’t trust any of em'. They're constantly throwing us under the bus.” “Almost like it’s their job to keep us as babies or something,” Ai agreed. “Don’t forget putting up with all the games you girls play,” Marquis added. “That’s a big part of the job too.” It was a playful ride back, and the speakers and their listeners were in renewed positive spirits. Even when they finally arrived back at the facility, and Ai was undressed out of her adult clothing and put back into a childish romper with a pacifier clipped on, she remained positive and hopeful. Her bleak outlook from earlier was fading away. Maybe Aya would get answers to Ai’s questions, and maybe things would get better. “You look cute dear,” Maria commented as she fussed over one of the ruffles on the butt of Ai’s romper. “Thanks,” Ai smiled. “This is a pretty cute one.” Ai glanced over her shoulder as she saw Aya pass by, dressed in a very short, diaper-revealing dress. She also noted that she was approached by another speaker, one who seemed very upset, contrasting the happy colors of the outfit she was wearing. That must have been Bala, the only speaker Ai had yet to meet. Judging by her attitude, this wasn’t the time to meet her. Aya very purposefully ignored Bala as she and Marquis walked past her, probably off to the play room. Bala shot a glance at Ai, and if looks could kill, Ai would have died, and then exploded. The moment passed quickly as Bala stormed off to somewhere. “What was that about?” Ai asked Maria. “Trouble among friends it seems,” Maria pondered. “Hopefully not something that will interfere with their jobs. Come on little girl,” Maria changed to a positive attitude. “I think you could use a little nap.” “Yes,” Ai's voice had a hint of hope in it that matched the hope she felt in her heart, “that sounds amazing,”

Chapter Five Ai Sinclair had no memory of wearing a diaper. She had no memory of wetting one. She probably had, because that was what babyhood was like. But unlike most kids she met in her travels, Ai didn't have parents. She never had a babyhood, as far as she could remember. If she thought hard about it, her imagination could fill in the gaps: the tension of a blanket swaddling her shoulders, or the sight of looking up at someone as they wiped her skin clean. But Ai had lived for a long time in her bubble, and she'd never known anything about aging until she'd left. That was the thing about bubbles. They're just... different. But nothing was quite so different as the feeling of soaking her diaper. The heat on her skin. The sodden padding, growing thicker and thicker. The uncontrollable bliss... the blissful lack of control. And it seemed to go on forever. It didn't stop. Never in her entire life had she peed for so long, and never with anybody watching her. Ai's humiliation got the better of her, and she closed her eyes. She didn't want to see the teacher or her classmates. She wanted to pretend they didn't exist; out of sight, out of mind. But with another one of her senses stripped away, others lit up like fireworks. The tingling between her legs. The warmth on her cheeks. The sharp inhales and exhales as Ai lost control of her breathing. Her fingers trembled in the mittens. Her stomach fluttered with excitement. And it just... didn't... stop... Soon, the diaper between her legs was heavy and warm and pleasant. Her mind was swirling with a thousand feelings, but not a single thought. Sweat beaded on her forehead and she opened her glossy eyes. Everyone was still there; they didn't disappear. They were still watching her, and Ai had never been so embarrassed. "Well, it seems someone had a little accident," Ms. Lady teased. Her voice felt like daggers, slicing up Ai's pride into ribbons. Ai wanted to argue that it wasn't her fault, that Ms. Lady wouldn't let her use the restroom, but her words were frozen in her throat. Her brain wasn't sending the right signals anymore. All she felt was... good. So, so good. Ms. Lady went back to teaching the class, and Ai sunk lower into her seat. The diaper was so squishy beneath her, and Ai made the mistake of squeezing her legs together. The plastic crinkled and a shiver zipped up her spine. Involuntarily, she did it again. And again. And again. Ai hung her head in shame, and in an effort to mask her shallow breathing. To hide her pink cheeks. To steer her focus away from Ms. Lady and the classroom and toward the willpower to stop what she was doing. But there wasn't enough willpower in all of Ai's mind or body. For the next ten minutes, she squirmed and crinkled and flooded herself with undeniable pleasure. At the same time, and somewhat paradoxically, the students seemed both entranced with Ai and entirely dismissive of her. No one was watching her, but any time she looked away, she could feel the attention of her classmates. She could almost hear the things they were thinking about her. How Ai was just one step away from Henry's fate: a mushy-bottomed toe sucker. Ai's breathing was still shallow, and every now and again little gasps would escape her lips. How she longed to cover her mouth with her hand. "That's all for today, class," Ms. Lady finally said, shaking Ai from her introspection. The ropes around her wrists unfurled, as they did with everyone else in the classroom. "Tomorrow's class is about etiquette, and I expect you all to be dressed appropriately," Ms, Lady said, sharply pointing her words at Ai. Unbound at the ankles and the wrists, Ai could get up. But getting up was a little dizzying. She was still adapting to all the sensations of her wet diaper, and even lifting her bottom up off the chair caused so many new ones. The tug on her hips, as the heavy padding sagged between her legs. The squishiness in all new places. Finally, Ai gave up and sat back down, resting her head on her mittened hands. "Hey there new girl." Ai lifted her head just enough to see Rin standing over her desk. She was leaning on one foot, twirling her hair with her finger. She smiled sweetly. Sickly so. "Seems like you really had a good time in class," she teased. "Shut up," Ai muttered, putting her head back down. Every muscle in her body felt tense and weak at the same time. "You must really love your diapers, hm? Pissing yourself like that in front of everyone, then moaning like a little slut?" Ai raised her head and glared at Rin. She knew a slut wasn't exactly a bad thing to be, but Ai didn't have much experience. Sex wasn't a thing in her original bubble, but Ai knew enough to be offended by Rin's implication. "What's your problem?" Ai said sharply. "I didn't do anything to you." "My problem? I don't have a problem. Do you?" Rin asked rhetorically. "It seems like you had a really good time, that's all. Did you like it when I stared at you like that? When I watched your widdle assident?" The last two words from Rin's mouth were twisted into baby talk, and Ai was struggling to keep up with her logic. Her head was swimming. Or drowning. She couldn't even tell. She tried to get a word in between Rin's, but the other girl just kept talking. It was like one unbroken sentence, moving from topic to topic, and Ai couldn't find a spot to interrupt. It was kind of hypnotic. "It makes sense that a pervert like you would be obsessed with me though; I'm kind of a big deal around here. You're lucky that I'm even talking to a little diaper dork like you." The fact that Rin was in a diaper too didn't seem to matter. "And not only are you a pervy little dork, but you're rude too! You haven't even thanked me for my attention." "I'm not thanking you for anything," Ai said fiercely. She knew different bubbles had different rules, but she always stood up for herself when she thought she was being treated unfairly. Communication was important, after all. "Aww, you think you're such a big girl," Rin cooed. "But this behavior of yours isn't very mature at all. It's rather childish, actually." "Because acting like a bully is so grown up?" Ai shot back. Then a low chorus of "ooo"s flooded the room. Ai looked around to find the rest of the class watching from the sidelines. Somehow, their argument had become a spectacle. "Oh, oh, you think I'm a bully?" Rin crossed her arms, and looked over her shoulders to the left and to the right, at the gathered crowd. "You hear that, y'all? This baby slut diaper dork thinks that I'm a bully. It sure sounds like she's never known what it means to be bullied before, doesn't it?" Her attention shifted back to Ai and she smirked confidently. "Maybe I should show you what bullying looks like?" Ai felt a pang of anxiety. Most of the people in her travels were rather kind; there was no history of abuse or violence or neglect. Every now and again Ai's ethics and morals didn't quite line up with the worlds she visited, but almost all of them were respectful of their differences. Once or twice, in extreme cases, she was asked to leave. But what happened at the King's Kingdom and what was happening now seemed so disproportionately violating. "Whatever," Ai sighed, trying to tone down her frustration. She got to her feet with every intention of walking out of the classroom, but the weight on her hips was startling. The diaper sagged halfway down her thighs, and she almost lost her balance. Her agitation was whisked away, replaced with embarrassment and fervor. Ai blushed deeper than before. "Oh? Whatever? Did you mean, whatever you say, Miss Rin. I'm a little diaper brat who needs to be put in her place? Is that what you meant?" Rin stepped directly in Ai's way and gave her a shove. Ai held onto one of the desks and managed to stay standing, but the heavy padding between her legs caused her to lose her footing. With another shove, Rin pushed Ai backward, away from the door and toward the crowd of students. They dispersed, giving space for Rin and Ai to have their tussle. "Oh my gosh, what is your problem!" Ai said angrily, losing her composure. Every step in her soaking wet diaper was a rush of new sensations, each one stealing more and more of Ai's breath. So when Rin stepped toward her again, Ai panicked and shoved her right back. Ai had been in fights before, but none were so inelegant. They were demonstrations, like a show of strength. Or they were customary, like a call and response. Sometimes fights were acceptable, sometimes they were necessary, and sometimes they were lauded. But this was none of those. This was a total mess. Rin didn't strike or attack Ai; she tugged on her clothes and pulled her hair. Ai, realizing very quickly how immobile she was in such a thick diaper, mirrored Rin. In the end, Ai was knocked onto the floor, landing on her padded behind with a squish and a shiver. She was out of breath and her body tingled in an unbelievably pleasant way. Her face was red with embarrassment. Rin stood over Ai with her hands on her hips and a wicked smile on her face. Rin stepped forward twice, so that each of her feet was on either side of Ai's hips. From that position of power, she descended and sat her ass upon Ai's stomach, pinning her in place. She grabbed Ai's wrists, one in each hand, and held those down too. "Pinned on the ground by a girl in a diaper? You're so pathetic." Ai was awash with conflict. On one hand, everything Rin said sounded like something on a radio drama. That's where she learned about bullies to begin with, since she had never gone to a proper school. It was so stupid, it was almost laughable. But on the other hand, Ai's body was flooded with gooey emotions and her soggy diaper begged to be squished and rubbed. And a girl was on top of her? For the first time in a very long time, Ai wanted to kiss somebody. "Y-you're... um... lemme..." Ai's conflict was a terribly slow tug of war. It was humiliating, and the entire class was looking down on her. Literally and figuratively. "Tsk tsk... you really should learn your manners," Rin teased. "If you'd just thank me for all this attention..." Ai shook her head; it was all her determination would allow. Rin sighed, clucking her tongue in that universally chastising way, that way that everyone understood. "Well, lucky for you, I'm really good at teaching little brats how to be polite and grateful." She kept Ai pinned to the ground and looked up at the gawking students. "Aren't I?" Rin asked. There were a few quiet mumbles, all of which sounded affirmative, and some nods of the head. But there were a lot of blushing cheeks. Before Ai could come up with a solution, Rin pulled Ai's wrists down to her sides and spun around on her tummy. With her knees on either side of Ai, she pinned her arms in place and arched her back. Rin's diaper was on full display, only inches from Ai's face. It was thick and swollen, forcing Rin's legs apart. Ai could see the faint line halfway up her backside, where the pure white padding changed to a muted yellow. "Goodness, what a cute little print," Rin teased, lifting Ai's dress. "Everybody, come look at the new kid's diaper! It's like it was made for a baby!" Then Rin pressed her hand to Ai's diaper, causing her to shiver involuntarily beneath the bully. The rush of pleasure was intense, but it quickly capsized to violent waves of humiliation. "Oh my gosh, did you all see that?" Rin mocked. "She's like a little toy, look! I push the button~" Rin pressed her hand expertly against Ai's diaper and grinned, pressing fingers into the padding like a skilled artist crafting from clay. Then she flattened her palm, forcing the sodden, swollen padding up against Ai's intimates. Ai shivered, and let out the cutest little noises. "And she moves and makes sounds!" Rin went on. "Maybe that's why you don't have any manners, diaper dork; maybe you're just a toy who doesn't have that function. Maybe you're just for playing with? Is that right?" "Lemme... up..." Ai tried to throw Rin off of her, with no success. It felt insurmountable, like moving a mountain. "No, no," Rin tsked. "Toys don't give orders. Toys get played with. You don't think you still have any power, do you?" She squeezed Ai's diaper again and Ai whined a needy whine. "You know, if you'd just used your manners, I might have even mistaken you for a sweet little girl. But you're not, are you? You're a naughty little toy." Each of Rin's ministrations had been precise, planned, and theatrical. What Rin did next was much more chaotic: she began to knead at Ai's diaper like a cat kneading a blanket, like the padding was dough. And as she kneaded, she began to rock on her knees, shifting her diaper closer and closer to Ai's face. Ai couldn't focus on any one thing. The pleasure from the soggy diaper. The words Rin used to humiliate her. The sight of everyone looking down on her. The gentle press of plastic against her nose, as Rin sat back onto her face. She knew she had gotten into this mess herself, but the way out was shrouded in smoke and mirrors. "You're the most helpless little diaper dork I've ever met," Rin jeered. She seemed to be having the time of her life. "Even a brat in a diaper like me can top you. Could this be any more humiliating for you?" Ai thought, with resounding certainty: no. Rin thought, with resounding certainty: yes. "You're clearly at the bottom of the social ladder. You're clearly helpless. You're clearly just a toy to be played with. So I should treat you exactly the way that I'd treat any of my other stuffies. Any of my other toys." There were some gasps from the people that had gathered; some knowing sounds and mumbles. "I can't believe you're going to let me do this to you, diaper dork. But you're such a pervert that you're probably getting off on it." Rin leaned forward and her diaper pressed ever-closer to Ai's face. Ai tried to turn her head, but the soft squish of Rin's diaper pressed into her cheek. It left an imprint in the padding, contouring around Ai's nose and chin. The faint smell of pee from inside Rin's diaper wafted around Ai's face. Ai was about to thrash again, to push Rin off, when the bully pressed on the front of her diaper and Ai moaned involuntarily into the bully's padding. Rin arched her back a bit more and the seat of her diaper began to swell. The padding was soft and mushy as it warped around Ai's face, covering her lips and her nose. Then the smell of pee mixed with something new and Ai realized: Rin was pooping her diaper while sitting on her face! Ai reeled and whimpered, kicking and twisting to throw Rin off, but Rin held her ground. Grunting and pushing, the diaper grew bigger and bigger. It was almost comical, the way her diaper ballooned out. It continued to swell until Ai's whole face pressed into it like a fluffy pillow. She could still breathe, but Ai almost wished she couldn't. "Wow. You just stayed down there the entire time," Rin teased. She sounded a little out of breath, and her cheeks sparkled with perspiration. "You must really enjoy this!" As Rin leaned back, she arched her back and raised her arms to stretch, using Ai's face as a seat for her mushy bottom. The crowd mumbled and gossiped and made declarations about the kind of girl Ai Sinclair truly was. Now she had a reputation, and it would only become cemented in the coming minutes. Rin leaned forward again. This time, when she began to rub Ai's diaper, it wasn't to tease or interrupt Ai's arguments; this time, it was with intent. "How pathetic," Rin's voice rung in Ai's ears. "It's one thing to be a little diaper dork, or a helpless toy to play with. But to let a girl fill her diaper on your face? To whimper and moan while you bury your face into my stinky diaper?" Ai hated Rin. And not because Rin was teasing her, but because Rin was right. Because ever since she'd wet her diaper, the feelings inside of Ai had been overwhelming. Lust and desperation she had never known. Sex itself was an uncomfortable urge at best, something Ai had gone her entire life without much interest in. And now, in a soaking wet diaper, with her face plunged into the seat of another girl's messy diaper, she was more turned on than ever. Even Rin's taunts weren't enough to quell her libido. For the first time in her known life, Ai really wanted to cum. She hoped her pride and self-control would be enough to triumph over her desire, but nothing had ever stopped nor could ever stop Ai Sinclair from getting what she wanted. Not even herself.

Chapter 97: Faulty I FELT LIKE that electric zap feeling I’d felt before was even more intense, and I felt my bladder send out a wave of urine into the diaper I wore. “Son of a…” I almost cursed but caught myself, “That hurt!!!” “Are you okay?” Gary asked me with concern. I shook my head and wrung my hands a little since they tingled. “I think so? Did they revert everything?” I realized my voice definitely did not sound like my Connor voice. “We’ll have to check visually,” Gary said, “But while my tablet said they were sent the code to revert and deactivate, I think you’re still Carly?” “I’m going to call his grandmother,” Beth said. Nikki reappeared right then and said, “Already called her, Beth. She should be here any…” “Connor?” Grandma came through right then. “I was already on my way up here. What’s going on?” “I think something went wrong?” I said to her. “You activated the revert state already?” Grandma asked Gary. “This says it activated?” Grandma looked at the screen for a few minutes before saying, “Okay, I’m going to need to take her and get this sorted out. Are you guys done for the day?” “Yes,” Charlotte said. “We’re done filming?” “Beth, why don’t you get changed and show me where you have Carly’s clothes? We’ll get this figured out…” She looked at Gary, “Would you ask Professor Ponce to call me? She oversaw the treatment?” “She did,” Gary said. “Good, tell her to call me.” Grandma carried me into the changing room, and I noted she was acting differently than usual. There was a ‘business’ face she wore, and I guessed that meant there was a serious problem. ‘Shit,’ I thought to myself. “This is a cute dress,” Grandma said. “Thanks,” I said, “I can’t say I picked it out?” “No, but it looks cute on you,” she said. “Do you think they’d mind if you wore it out? It would save us some time here?” Gary popped in right then, “Ponce said she’s going to call you.” “Thanks. Do you mind if Connor just wears this out?” He shook his head, “That’s fine. We have a backup, and I think we’re done filming anyway.” “We’ll return it,” she told him. “That’s fine, either way,” he replied. Grandma dug in my bag for one of the spare diapers she’d stashed that morning, changing what was a pretty soaked diaper then. Along with Nikki and Beth following us, Grandma carried me rapidly to the Kilby Center, where she wasted no time taking us to a lab as her phone rang. She activated the HoloProjector feature and said, “Good afternoon, Professor.” “Hi Amanda, what’s going on?” “The nanites you used... Were they actually the ones I sent you last week? Your student tried the revert function on them, but they failed to change him back? I need all the information on how they were programmed and what generation they were otherwise?” “Amanda, those were the exact ones you sent me! Did anything happen at all when the revert was activated? That should have been foolproof?” “My grandson got a pretty big electric shock, according to him and the witnesses.” “I have no idea why that would have happened? We use them all the time?” “I have a few ideas,” Grandma told him, “but I need more information.” “I’ll log into my account and send you the data I have in a couple minutes? It should be the same, but you can take a look.” “Thank you,” she said and hung up. “Connor, just sit down on this for a few minutes,” she told me while placing me on something that looked sort of like a scale but was easily wide enough to sit cross-legged. I watched her do some things with a tablet for a moment before saying, “Tessa?” Right then, the hologram I thought now only lived at her house appeared in the room. “What’s going on Amanda?” “We have a problem with the nanites changing Carly back to Connor. Can you please run a scan and let me know what nanites are active inside of her right now?” “Certainly, just a minute,” the hologram said. “What do you think is going on?” I asked her, even as I saw Beth and Nikki sit on some stools near the table she’d sat me down on. “I don’t want to say until I know something more; give me just a few minutes here,” she told me. “No matter what, you’re not going to die,” she assured me. “Well, until you said that, I wasn’t thinking in those terms,” I said nervously. She stroked my hair, then said, “I’m sure you’ll be fine.” We waited for a long minute before Tessa rematerialized and started a display up in front of us. “There are currently three types of nanites inside of Carly. The first kind is completely inert and inactive. I believe they are type TH4111A and are typically used by the theater department to adjust actors and actresses to better fit roles. Next is a type designated LG141B, which is attributed to being a part of LittleGo Plus serum?” “Excuse me?” Grandma said, “Those are still inside her and active?” “That is correct, Amanda.” “And the last type?” I asked. “They’re a weird hybrid of an outdated type A42 that I believe was used when Stacy was here? They’re not quite the same, though, as they’ve had some modifications?” “Well, now we know,” Grandma sighed. “Tessa, can you run an analysis of Carly for the concentration of the Casein Protein I have tagged for incontinence?” Tessa was over thirty years old, and it took her a second, but she said, “The concentration is quite high, Amanda; there’s a significant build-up in the Pontine Micturition Centers. From my analysis, I believe those centers are completely coated and blocked from signal transmission.” “Guess I’m going to be in diapers for a while,” I groaned. “Looks that way, sweetheart,” she said, squeezing me in a tight hug. “Okay, we may be able to solve this, but it won’t be solved any time soon…” “You sent Ponce other nanites for me?” I asked her. She looked sheepish, “Your mom and I wanted to ensure it was safe since we knew you were planning on using them… We never dreamed they wouldn’t work? Or that those others would go active?” “So what do we do about school?” I asked. “That is an excellent question,” Grandma said. “Let’s go to my office so I can send a few emails, and then we’ll go home. I need to call your aunt too…” “Why?” “You’re going to need some new clothes, and I don’t think we have time to go to the mall today.” I tried not to smile at that; her following statement helped. “Especially since we’ll also need to stop by the grocery store and pick up some more packs of diapers. You won’t be wearing training pants while that protein has everything blocked off…” And with that, my mood instantly plummeted! BETH HAD WATCHED quietly from the side, even as Nikki had slipped out to use the restroom. She knew something terrible had to have happened the moment Carly had screamed earlier. She’d suspected something was wrong, though, ever since her accidents began. As she watched Amanda work, she thought she was putting the pieces together pretty well from what was said. Clearly, Carly could tell things were not good on the potty front, as her cute face fell so hard at the knowledge she wouldn’t be wearing training pants anymore. At that, Beth decided to do what she could and crossed the room to pick up her… girlfriend from the scanner and cuddled her in her arms. She wiped a tear from her pudgy face then and realized that if the nanites weren’t changing, Carly would be stuck with a baby face. It was hard to get the full view as she held her, but Beth grimaced internally for the poor girl who was now every Big’s dream adoptee. Carly’s hair was blonde and definitely ‘cute’ even without the color being as light as possible. ‘She’s probably the kind of person who could just be out in the sun for a summer, though, and it would bleach,’ she thought while running a hand through the back of her hair and following Amanda to her office. When they set up the nanites to work on her, there had been a very accurate decision that she wouldn’t have breasts, and just child hips still, so no signs she was an adult. If anything, most people would assume she was a Tweener or a Big’s child about six months to one year of age at most. ‘Crawling to toddling if they were lucky’ for that milestone. They closed Amanda’s door behind them. Beth noted that Nikki had seen them but had chosen to stay outside the office. “Do you have anything you need to get done right now? Homework?” Amanda suddenly asked her as she sat on the office couch and held Carly on her lap, leaning against her chest. She shook her head, “I knew the project would take the weekend, so I got ahead on everything for tomorrow and most of the week.” “Okay,” she sighed, “just checking since this will take a bit. Carly, how is that diaper doing?” Carly jolted upright in her arms and blushed, “I think it’s wet?” “Beth, decision time; I know you two are a thing… Are you comfortable helping her out with these?” “Comfortable?” She found herself saying along with Carly. “Checking her at least right now?” Both were bright red, but at an embarrassed nod from Carly, she squeezed the padding of her diaper. “It’s probably getting close to needing a change? Still okay, though?” “Carly, you have a choice. Can you wait a while yet, or can Beth change you?” “Uhh…” Carly looked up into Beth’s eyes, and it looked like the looks of a deer freezing on the road and staring at its impending doom by car. Beth squeezed her and whispered, “It’s up to you; I’ll do it if you want me to. It doesn’t change anything between us. You’ll be going through a lot of those each day, and the university won’t let you change yourself?” “Beth,” Carly said while leaning into her. Amanda pulled out a diaper from her purse and a packet of wipes. “Just change her on the couch, Beth; you can use a changing pad in that basket.” Beth felt her internals icing up and her face burning like the sun. She stood and placed Carly back on the couch before walking to the waiting diaper and wipes. ‘I’m really about to change my boy… girlfriend’s diaper?!?’ It was taking her a bit of a leap to change the gender in her mind, even though nothing changed about how she felt about her. There was a connection with her that she’d never had with someone before. ‘About to be a whole new kind of connection,’ a voice in her head practically giggled at her. With a fresh diaper and wipes in hand, she crossed over and grabbed the purple changing pad covered in butterflies, even as Amanda was rapidly working on her emails and contacts. She could see it was an older pad, but it still did the trick as she unfolded it onto the couch. Gently, she lifted Carly under the shoulders and laid her out on top of the mat. Carly was just long enough to nearly fill the entire pad length. Beth ran a hand gently through her hair, which had shifted into her face. She placed her on her back, squeezed her shoulder, and then forced herself to pretend her girlfriend was just a baby who needed her diaper changed. That thought made her grimace, but she smiled as she looked down at the tiny girl. “Lift up,” she said as she pushed her legs up and moved the dress skirt out of the way first. She could see the diaper was swelling a little out of the cover. The matching diaper cover was pulled down to her ankles then, and she checked to ensure it was still dry before moving onto the diaper. This brand of diapers had a line moving down the center to help you tell when to change it. The area was discolored along about seventy percent of it, and from Beth’s time in Livy’s mom’s daycare hanging out, she knew it was time for a change. ‘She’s just one of her kids,’ she tried to tell herself. She thought back to the visits she’d made with Livy back there. Apparently, when you’re avoiding adoption yourself, finding a daycare that’s safe for your own babies is tough. It was a bit risky constantly working around the diapers Bigs thought you belonged in. Still, Livy’s mom felt it was a mission to help other Littles with their kids. Having not spent much time around Little’s babies, even Beth had been astounded by how tiny they were compared to their Big counterparts. She ripped the tapes loose on the diaper, and opened it up. Having seen what happened to Charlotte in the one scene, she quickly placed the new diaper and wiped her up. Whether by choice or chance, she was fortunate Carly didn’t pee on her. ‘Some people think of that as fun,’ she shook her head. ‘That is definitely not something I’m getting into!’ Beth was gentle as she changed the small girl, but sure, she had done a good job. She covered the new diaper with the diaper cover and wrapped the wipes in the old one, balling them up. “I’m going to go down the hall and throw this away?” Beth told Amanda. “Just leave it over there,” she said, pointing to a trashcan by the door with a lid. “The HoloCustodian will be by tonight to pick it up. There’s a bathroom in that door you can use to wash your hands,” she added, pointing to a door Beth assumed was a closet. “Be back in a sec,” she told Carly. I HAD FELT absolutely mortified when Grandma suggested that Beth change me! At one point, I had been bored and looked at some growth charts; with Beth’s height, it was like a big fifth-grade sister changing her eighteen-month-old baby sibling… And she was able to physically manage me just fine. It had been scary as she pulled the diaper open, but it was also the most caring touch I’d felt during a change in this dimension. She was gentle, loving, and quick with it… ‘Like Grandma said, it is inevitable she’ll help me again. I just hope I can maintain a peer role and not that of her being my babysitter.’ I heard the water run as she washed her hands before returning to the couch, pulling me onto her lap, and squeezing me. “I’ll never think less of you, Carly. I love you,” she said in my ear. I turned my face to her and quietly replied, “I love you too.” We’d known each other for such a short time, but I really did feel like I’d met my soulmate. Grandma’s phone rang right then, and I watched her answer it, projecting the hologram on top of her desk after motioning for us to be quiet. “Thank you for giving me a call, Ryan.” “Hi Professor, this has been an unusual week; we don’t usually talk this often,” President Barnes said. “Sorry about that; we’ll hopefully return to our normal once-a-year chat after this! You got my email?” Grandma asked. “I did, and I’m more than a little concerned about the effects you’re seeing. I’ve sent an email to the theater department to halt the use of those nanites until we’ve done a full review of the situation,” the university president said. “You might as well rescind that,” Grandma said, “Or, just modify it to say not to use it on Portal Littles for now? I’m certain Connor was a one-in-a-million fluke case.” “I still want a review done just to be safe; we’ll make it quick, though. What do you need from me? Obviously, if you can’t figure out a nanite problem, there’s not anyone else better?” “Well, there’s one Doctor we’ll take her to, but I agree with you. It’s more the university side of things. I want assurances that just because of her gender change and necessary identity change, we won’t have any problems with her registration?” “Oh,” President Barnes said, “I see where your concerns are. I’ll personally guarantee your granddaughter’s status here at Emerson. She’ll need to change nests then, won’t she?” “Yes, she will. I would ask that you please move her to Lilly Desmonde’s nest? She’s got a bit of a relationship already with Carly?” “Carly is her new name?” “Yes,” Grandma answered simply. “As long as she has room, which I’m sure she probably does, we’ll make that happen. I’ll call Grace Melburne, she’s the new acting Head Nest Mother, and let her know. I doubt it’ll be possible to move her in today?” “That’s fine, I’ll keep her at my house tonight anyway so I can monitor for any unexpected changes.” “We’ll let everyone know. Looking at her schedule, why don’t you plan to move Carly into her new nest after her HoloField Theory class? I think everyone can get away for the time she has lunch and get her to her math class without a problem?” “That’ll be great. Is it okay if Fred helps us move her in?” “That’ll be fine,” he told her. “Thanks, Ryan, see you tomorrow.” Grandma looked up at me, “I don’t think there’s anything else we can do today, Carly, Beth. Are you both ready to get out of here?” I nodded as Grandma gathered her purse and came around to the couch. She picked me up and sat me on her hip, “I guess let’s go get your diapers and anything else you need…” The idea of going diaper shopping made me want to just move into my new nest instead! ‘I’m glad Grandma suggested Lilly’s nest. 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Chapter 96: In the Can WE TOOK A short break before returning to the scene we planned to start with at ‘Grandma’s house.’ Fortunately, that was a pretty short scene that didn’t involve a lot of cast or resources. Beth was involved in the scene for the first time that morning, but her parts were minimal. Meanwhile, I’d had another wet diaper changed to maintain the continuity that my character hadn’t had one… ‘I’ll probably be visiting those changing stations this week,’ I admitted. There had been no reason to meet the HoloCaretakers I’d heard about from the other Littles in murmurs occasionally the past couple of weeks. They were better about changes than the Bigs. Still, some of them had actual nanny programming, and I’d heard pacifiers and forced bottles happened to a few Littles. I sighed and shook my head, clear of those worries, as we moved to film what was probably the worst scene of the whole project for me. I knew it was also the one that would probably make non-Littles wish they were me! At the action call, I followed behind Charlotte as she cradled a sleeping Beth. Beth’s performance as a sleeping child was quite believable, even as she was nursing a pacifier. We stopped filming at the base of the stairs, started again for the stairs twice, and finally reached the nursery our characters now shared. Charlotte placed Beth on the changing table and changed the artificially wet diaper she wore before dressing her in a purple nightgown. She was tucked into bed, still sleeping, even as I stood by and watched. That particular scene had to be filmed a couple more times so they could get Charlotte’s goodnight kiss just right. It was kind of a cool shot because they filmed her from one side, placing her down on the bed, before virtually removing the wall to let a prepositioned camera get the view from the other side with the wall gone. “Action!” was finally called in the last part of the scene. Charlotte turned from the bed and whispered, “Come here, Brianna.” My not-so-dry diaper was exchanged for a dry one before I was dressed in a miniature version of Beth’s nightgown. As soon as she was done changing me, she carried me from the room and downstairs to the living room. A comfy rocking recliner was against one end of the living room, with a baby blanket waiting on the top of the headrest. Charlotte wrapped me inside of it before I heard, “Cut!” “We good with all of that?” Sebastian asked Will. “It should? I think that worked well. The lighting was good, and we had good coverage as Charlotte carried her down.” “The footage from the camera on the dolly looked good and smooth, too,” Sophia noted. “Okay, Charlotte, go put on the MamaSkin, everyone else, take five!” “MamaSkin?” I asked Sophia as Charlotte sat me on the recliner and walked away. “It’s kind of like the bodysuit Beth has been wearing, but meant to be for an actress playing a nursing mother.” “Meaning?” I asked. “Meaning it’ll prevent you from getting a dose of breastmilk if Charlotte is lactating,” Isabella said from beside me. I blanched, “So I really am supposed to…” “Nurse?” Isabella asked before nodding, “Yeah, and unless you really do want to nurse Charlotte’s boobies, this is the only way to film it and have it look right.” “Not that most boys probably don’t dream of that,” Sophia joked. I rolled my eyes, but as I saw Beth descending the staircase, I asked the important follow-up question: “So what am I drinking?” Gary showed up right then, “Just some plain cow’s milk,” he said. “Promise?” Beth asked, coming up right then. “I even brought the sealed container to show you before we load her with it,” he said reassuringly. When Charlotte returned, I watched as they placed a couple of ‘bladders’ on either side of her that fed into hoses that least to nipples on skin that I would have been convinced was real if I couldn’t see the seams at close inspection. My limited time of seeing nipples in photos led me to believe it was as realistic as something could get. “Comfy enough?” Gary asked Charlotte. She shrugged, “Honestly, this is pretty weird.” “Better than giving the audience a look at your real chest?” he asked. She rolled her eyes, “Trust me, this will look real enough! I’m not sure which would be worse between the fake CGI images and this. I admit I always thought I’d make a lot more money for my first nude scene!” Everyone on set laughed at that. “Someone hand me my little girl, and let’s get this show on the road!” Charlotte said after getting her top back and settled into looking modest and normal. I was placed on her lap, and she gave me a reassuring squeeze as we waited for the crew to finish getting to their places. “Quiet on the set!” A moment later, I heard, “Scene twenty-six, take one!” “Action!” Charlotte made eye contact with me, and it felt like we had an exceptional connection at the moment as she soothingly said, “You’ve probably saved our company, Brianna.” I squirmed as if I was embarrassed and replied, “Hopefully?” “If nothing else, now I know who is responsible and to go after. I’ll call my lawyer first thing in the morning and get them to figure out how we get the police involved.” I shook my head, “It’ll have to be the Feds in this case. Rob and the others are looking at all sorts of Federal charges.” She nodded, staring at me for a moment before giving me a quizzical look. “You know, you could have just told me you couldn’t fix this, right?” I shrugged, “You’ve always been good to me, even before this.” “Even by me forcing you to be my adopted little girl?” “I could have run the other night...? I didn’t have to say yes?” Charlotte pulled me in tighter, “Why did you?” I chewed on the side of my cheek for a moment, looked down, and quietly said, “I knew you were a great mommy?” I looked up at Charlotte and saw several tears streaming down her face. I reached up and wiped one from her face as she gave me a small smile and choked back a sob. “I hope I can be...” she wiped the rest from her face. She suddenly looked down at her shirt, and as I followed her gaze, I realized there must have been another squib-like device, as a couple of moist spots appeared on either side of her chest. She looked down for a second before looking me back in the eyes. “I said I would give you a treat later?” “You already did? I thought that was the restaurant? I’ve never gotten to eat at any place like that before?” I paused, “The food was amazing!” Charlotte laughed, “For good reason, the only Littles there are adopted!” She smiled at me and tickled my stomach teasingly. “No... I had something else in mind that could help you adjust for these last couple weeks before we try potty training Callie again.” “What’s that?” Charlotte smiled at me as she said, “It’s a special mommy gift to you!” I forced my face to move to a panicked expression as if I had just figured out what was happening, even as Charlotte unbuttoned the shirt. I stared for a long moment before she physically adjusted me and placed my face at her nipple. I didn’t latch on right away, having been told to wait until she forced a latch on my mouth. As soon as I did latch, I began sucking away at the now-warm milk. “Cut!” I moved my head away from her chest and reassured myself based on the fact I could stop that it wasn’t breastmilk. “How was the take?” I asked as Charlotte straightened her top. “I think it worked,” Sebastian said. “I don’t think it would go any better if we did it again,” Will agreed. “Charlotte?” Sebastian asked. She looked thoughtful for a moment, “No, I think it worked fine. Let’s get me unhooked from this. Gary, can you get Beth and Carly into their last costumes, and we’ll film the final scene?” She looked at a clock high on the wall, “I think we might be able to get it all finished and in the can in an hour if everyone can hold off on lunch?” “Sounds good!” Will said. “Then take ten, and let’s finish this final scene!” Sebastian said. Charlotte gently leaned forward and let me down onto the ground. I walked with Beth and Gary back to the wardrobe room. My diaper was dry, so I managed to get onto the toilet and successfully went for the first time that day before being changed into a new diaper by Sophia and dressed in a grey sweater dress that was covered with a tessellating embossed series of hearts in the same color. The columns looked like lines from a distance, but it was cute. A diaper cover was pulled up my legs over my diaper, and I was turned over to Isabella. She had just finished putting Beth’s hair in a cute style with two little braids coming to the back of her head and a large bow to hold it in the middle. “There is no way that would last through a day of daycare,” I laughed. “With the nanites, it would,” Isabella said as she lifted me onto the chair we had been doing hair in for the past few days. “I forgot about that stuff,” I admitted. “It’s such an odd thing to use something so advanced on,” I told her. She shrugged, “We’ve had nanites commonly used for over thirty years; I don’t think any of us think it’s that advanced anymore?” “Huh,” I said. I felt Isabella working and knew she had to be making my hair match Beth’s. When Beth appeared in a matching grey dress herself, I knew we were indeed pulling the sisters’ look one last time in the film. BETH FOLLOWED CARLY out to the set as soon as Isabella finished with her hair. As much as she hated the look on herself, she couldn’t help but believe Carly looked absolutely adorable like this! The grey worked amazingly well with their hair and eyes, especially since everything in the playhouse and the daycare was so bright and colorful! As they came out to the soundstage, they discovered both the indoor classroom of the daycare setup and a play yard with the play house were set up and ready to go. Cameras were set up inside the playhouse, and it looked like one was set to do the same trick of making the wall go away that they’d used with the bedroom scene. She saw Charlotte just coming out of what Beth was pretty sure she had arrived in for the day. “Ready to wrap this up, you two?” “Definitely!” Beth said, “I never want to wear another of these outfits again!” Charlotte giggled at that, “I don’t blame you!” Ten minutes later, they began shooting with her, Carly, and a HoloCharacter inside the large playhouse. The HoloCharacter was about a foot taller than Carly but still shorter than she was. The character was playing with a toy pan on the stove, as Beth had Carly sitting in a ‘play’ high chair that was probably just one of those short convertible ones. She tried to spoon a fake spoonful of a jar of baby-pureed peas into Carly’s closed mouth. “You’re the baby; you have to eat it!” she whined at Carly. “But why am I the baby?” Carly whined back. “I’m older than both of you?” The HoloCharacter walked over and wore the sternest expression ever worn by a two-year-old girl, “You littlest, you baby!” Carly looked back at Beth, pleading with my eyes, but Callie said, “She’s right, you’re the shortest. Now sit in your high chair and let Mommy feed you.” Carly was about to fight more when she added, “I’ll tell Mommy on you if you don’t!” With a sigh, Carly pretended to eat the play food and did her best not to let the fake spoon hit her mouth. She managed to actually land it inside twice, though, and Beth smirked as Carly made a face as if she had sand or something in her mouth. When enough time passed that she would have seemed to get bored of it, she said, “All done! What a good baby!” Beth grimaced internally but forced herself to smile as she suddenly squatted and activated her PooPloder. A moment later, Isabella came in to play Miss Terry. “Oh, did you finish feeding your baby, Callie?” Beth smiled and bounced a bit, “Uh-huh! She’s a good baby!” Isabella knelt down, smiled at her, and then turned her around to check her diaper. “I bet she is. Since you’re done feeding her, we’d better change Mommy into a fresh diaper, huh?” Beth looked at her with a confused look, “Huh?” “You’re poopy, dear!” “Nuh-uh,” she started to argue but made a face that sold her suddenly realizing she was. “Bree, come?” “Sure,” Isabella said as she grabbed both girls’ hands and led them inside the daycare. “Cut!” Sebastian called. “Will?” he asked. “All good, I think?” “Charlotte?” He asked. “I agree, I can’t see anything worth refilming. Beth and Carly did a great job with that scene. I thought I was going to lose it when the spoon went into your mouth, Carly,” Charlotte said. Carly stuck her tongue out at Charlotte, “I’m just glad it wasn’t a real play area… can you imagine how gross and how many germs would be on those things?!?” Charlotte laughed, “Babies don’t care though, huh?” “Almost done, everyone; let’s get this final scene in!” Sebastian said. There was a flurry of activity on the set as they reset cameras and relocated a few dolly tracks to smooth out some camera movements. Finally, they stood on the other side of the door to come in, and the call to action was made. Beth awkwardly waddled and followed Isabella to the changing table with her fully loaded diaper. Beth held her arms up even as Isabella leaned over to pick her up and placed her on the changing table. As she placed the safety strap on Beth, she looked down at Carly beside her. “Seems like you’ve got your work cut out for you here, Bree? But I guess you get to start potty training again next week!” Beth heard Carly’s sigh, “Mommy did say that.” Beth frowned deeply, “No wanna use potty!!!!” She then kicked her feet up and down at the end of the table in defiance! “No kicking, Callie!” Isabella warned. “Why not Callie? Being a big girl is fun! And using the potty isn’t a big deal?” Carly asked as if trying to defuse the misbehaving sister. “It’s boring! You have to stop playing!” “But…” Carly was about to argue when she went silent. Isabella was pulling the diaper cover down and the dress out of the way as she looked down at Carly. “Well, maybe you’ll both just have to find out how much fun you can have when you don’t have to stop playing to have your diapers changed!” “Bree, you still there?” Beth asked. Isabella patted her on the head, “She’s fine, she’s just having her own poopy moment.” “Bree poopy too!” Beth giggled. They filmed Beth being let down and Carly being placed on the table in her place. She winced as the contents of the PooPloder-filled diaper were pressed against her. Isabella quietly muttered, “You may never get out of diapers if she keeps that attitude up.” Beth watched from the side as Carly said the final line, “Don’t I know it!” They filmed the completion of the diaper change for good measure before Beth heard, “Cut!!!” Several minutes later, after reviewing the footage, Charlotte said, “That’s a wrap, everyone!” Cheers filled the room, as the crew felt they had done a lot of work to get there the past few weeks! “Okay, Connor, let’s go get you back to being Connor,” Gary said suddenly from beside them. “Cast photo first!” Charlotte insisted. “I guess,” he agreed. All of the crew crowded into the nursery part of the daycare and staged themselves, holding toys and rattles. A few even put pacifiers in their giant mouths. It was a cute photo they showed Beth and the others before they went to get changed. ‘I just hope we can get Carly figured out…’ she thought. Back in the wardrobe room, they helped Carly sit in the hair styling chair, and Beth watched Isabella first deactivate the hair nanites. A bow was still holding the hair in the back of her head. Still, the color seemingly instantly reverted to her usual dirty blonde, and her hair was a little more lifeless. Gary then came over with the tablet that controlled the gender nanites. “Okay, hopefully, this fixes everything here, Connor; you ready?” “Go for it,” Beth heard Carly say. As soon as Gary activated the system, Carly shouted in pain even as she briefly convulsed! When she stopped moving, everyone froze. It looked like nothing had changed!!! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! Please press the Like Button! I have some time off this week, so hopefully, I'll be able to get a bigger lead on chapters than I have right now. At a certain point, I may have to cut back to one a week to keep the flow going when my life gets nuts again in the fall. 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Chapter 95: Make it Worth It I WOKE UP to Grandma gently patting my back, “Carly, time to get up?” “Huh?” I asked, even as I realized where and who I was. ‘Why’s she calling me Carly, though?’ I wondered for a second. I rolled over, even as she moved the covers off of me and scooped me up to carry me to the changing table. The sleeper was removed, and I blushed as I realized I was wearing a very-soaked diaper. “What?!?” I said aloud. “I’m worried about this,” she told me. “We don’t have time to figure it out now, but as soon as we get you back from school today, I will do a scan. You seem to be rapidly losing your potty training?” I felt my veins chill but nodded, “I don’t know what’s going on? It seems to have steadily gotten worse through yesterday?” “Since that’s the case, you’re wearing a diaper today.” I felt like there was a metal door that just clanged shut, locking me off from the adult world then. My stomach fell as I realized whatever was causing this had certainly gotten bad enough that if reported, I’d be back in diapers in the nest no matter what. Sensing my unease, Grandma squeezed me in a hug, “It’s okay, no one will think anything bad of you today!” I shook my head, “I just hope it’s only today…” I looked at the clock and realized how early it was, “Do I have time to go for a swim?” She smiled, “I woke you up an hour before I planned to wake Beth. It’s not time for a long one, but you can get a short one. We need to put your hair in a cap, though.” I was grateful for a chance to get some laps in and wore the swimsuit Aunt Bella had made for me the weekend of Meggy’s birthday party. It fit me well, even with the swim diaper I wore, and I was pounding through laps faster than I had for a week. ‘Probably the adrenaline from my nerves,’ I thought. After a quick shower, I was soon dressed in another uniform. Beth teased me on the way inside the Matisse Center as we arrived for our final scenes of the film that I probably should be wearing the skirt option instead. I discovered most of the crew was missing, but Sebastian and Charlotte were having a meeting by a projected HoloScreen. “Hey, you two!” Charlotte said with a smile. “How are my favorite costars today?” I blushed, and Beth said, “Umm… that sounds weird. But good!” Charlotte laughed, “I’m actually kind of being serious. I like working with you two.” I smiled, “You’re great to work with, too,” I told her genuinely. “Did you guys get those other scenes wrapped last night?” “We did,” Sebastian said, “though I swear it took twice as long without you two in them.” “Huh?” Beth reacted. “You three,” he said, motioning to include Charlotte, “have great screen chemistry. It works well when you are involved with others too, but without you, it wasn’t as easy?” Charlotte nodded, “You two really are good at this.” “So, what’s up first this morning?” I asked. “Continuing where we finished yesterday. We’ll start with the scene at Grandma’s house before we go to the office.” “Wait, who’s playing ‘Grandma’ now?” Beth asked. “Madelyn doesn’t have a screen appearance in our original plan, just a computer voice, so we’ll use her. You’ll need to alter her computer voice when you do the edit. Maybe just some modulation?” I nodded, “That should be easy. I’m just glad I don’t have to see Kelly today!” Everyone laughed at that, and we moved on to getting to wardrobe. Charlotte came to help Beth and me get into our outfits, and I blushed when I realized the diaper was wet again. “Gary, we’re going to need you,” Charlotte said when she realized it. “What’s wrong?” “Well, first, Carly is suddenly having accidents?” She looked at me, “You’ve never seemed to have them?” “I haven’t,” I said. “So something has to be wrong with the nanites?” Charlotte suggested. “Might be…” He said thoughtfully. “Hopefully, it’ll correct when we reverse them? You should be able to be done filming by lunch or just after, right?” “Hopefully?” She agreed. “Let’s not worry about it then yet.” “How do we deal with the PooPloder placement if she’s wetting?” “Oh, that’s not a big deal, I’ve got six of the control panty things, so if she gets one wet, we’ll just change it when we change her diaper?” “Maybe we should use a regular diaper only until we do the office scene?” He suggested. Charlotte shook her head, “Let’s take care of shooting that one first, then we’ll come back to the Grandma’s house scene?” “Fair enough, I’ll let Seb know,” Gary said, taking off. “Sorry about this, Connor,” she told me. “We never intended you to have problems.” I shrugged, “Nothing we can do about it now?” “Let’s get you into the PooPloder version and get the accident out of the way; then, we don’t have to worry about anything more than just a diaper until we film the last scenes.” I nodded. Twenty minutes later, we were filming Sarah swiping into the office building while holding me. As we passed the bathroom, I asked, “Please?” I looked up at Charlotte, and she stared down at me. She sighed, “You promise to fix things?” “I’ll try!” I said. Before our conversation continued, though, Sophia came further down the hallway. “Well, look who the cat dragged in!” She smiled down at me and held her hands out. “Can your favorite auntie have a cuddle?” “Auntie?” I asked. “Of course, Brian, I’m your Mommy’s best friend! So that makes me your auntie!” Charlotte squeezed me reassuringly and said, “Hailey, we really don’t have much time for this?” “Please?” Sophia practically begged like a little girl to hold a doll. She handed me over and said, “Okay, fine, but you can’t cuddle her long! We need to get some work done!” With that, I began to endure a bounce up and down on her side before she placed me more in a hold like you would with an infant. As she did so, she stared at my stomach for a second before gently pushing on it. I activated the PooPloder, even as I grunted and groaned. A moment later, Sophia turned me around and held my diapered butt to her nose. “Uh-oh, someone was holding in a big present for her Mommy! That’s not good for your whittle belly!” I was handed back to Charlotte with a smile from her. I clung to her as Sophia said, “I’m just the auntie, so Mommy can have you back!” “Gee... thanks for the support,” Charlotte said. At that moment, I maintained a look of shock and forced some tears to roll down my face. It wasn’t hard with how disgusting the fake poop felt! After a couple of bounces and a hug, she said, “Come on, let’s go change your stinky butt, then we’ll go to Mommy’s office. Have a good weekend, Hailey!” Sophia waved at me and said with a mommy’s baby voice, “Bye-bye, baby girl!” As soon as Charlotte entered the bathroom door, I heard, “Cut!” “How was that?” Charlotte asked Will. “Great! Works so much better when she’s involved in the scenes.” “Do we need to do it again?” Sebastian asked. “I don’t think so. Everything looked and sounded good from what I could tell,” Will said. “In that case, let’s keep going; I’m worried about the effects Connor is dealing with here.” The stage was reset to allow filming of the changing table in the women’s restroom. “Okay, places!” was heard a few minutes later, and we began the scene. Charlotte sighed as she gently placed me on a changing pad she’d dug out from the diaper bag. “I’m sorry about that, Brianna, I really was going to let you try the potty?” I sniffled. The disgusting PooPloder stuff felt horrible and was a great tool to help me bring out that helpless emotion the scene called for! “Just change me, please? This is so disgusting…” I scrunched my face up as she placed the strap across my chest. “Just a moment, sweetie,” she said as she dug into the diaper bag. A second later, an intrusive silicone nipple was being forced through my lips, and I began sucking on it. Charlotte exposed my diaper and then lifted my legs for just a second. I knew they were looking for a view of the browning of the PooPloder on the back of the diaper, and then my legs were pushed down again, and she pulled open the tapes. As she wiped the mess off my bottom, she said, “Oh, Brianna, why didn’t you tell me you weren’t done yet?” Charlotte improvised. “Huh?” “You’re still going pee-pee, sweetie,” she smiled at me. “That’s okay, I have another diapee.” It was only as she was pulling the initial clean diaper away that I realized she had improvised because I was again peeing myself uncontrollably! Finally, with the second clean diaper, my clothing was straightened, and I was carried out of the restroom. “Cut!” Sebastian called. “What happened?” He asked. “We were having a little accident,” Charlotte smiled, but I could tell she was worried. “Tell me that worked? I want her back to her normal self as soon as possible. There is clearly something wrong here?” “She’s a Little; don’t they just usually have accidents? Every Little on campus is back in diapers, right?” Sophia asked. “Not saying that to be rude,” she tried to backtrack. “Usually only when someone has been doing something to them,” Beth said. “Yeah, let’s keep going,” Sebastian said. “I think the scene may even have been a bit of a bonus. Go get her out of that control panty since that’s got to be soaked now, and we’ll get the rest of this office scene wrapped up, too.” Charlotte didn’t even bother putting me down through all of that, just carrying me into wardrobe and rapidly getting me back set. “Connor, I am really sorry about this. I feel responsible?” She said with concern in her eyes as we walked back. “We’ll figure it out,” I told her. “Worst case scenario…? Well, I guess I’ll just end up in diapers like all of the other Littles this semester.” She gave me a concerned squeeze again but got us back to work as quickly as possible! BETH WAS WORRIED about Carly as they decided to keep on filming. ‘She may be completely incontinent now,’ she admitted as she watched the pair of Charlotte and Carly filming in her office. It was interesting watching as they did a montage of shots of her working on finding the proof and then showing it to the audience and Charlotte. An extra scene of the diaper bag coming back out had to be used before they left the office, though, since Carly had again used the diaper. As they filmed, each take showed it a little droopier. “Are you sure we shouldn’t just change her back now?” Charlotte asked Gary quietly to the side while they were getting set for the scene outside the building. “I don’t know it’ll make any difference,” he said. “This is one of the potential side effects listed on the waiver Connor signed. We’re almost done; if we stop now, we won’t be able to get all of the scenes completed.” Charlotte sighed, and Beth did the same from where she was eavesdropping. She had the added knowledge that being Carly was Connor’s lifelong dream. Because of that, she wasn’t pushing harder than Charlotte to get this stuff wrapped up. ‘It’s going to suck for Carly to go back,’ Beth thought. ‘At least so far, it’s just been wetting accidents; based on the PooPloders, I have to imagine that the other kind would be way worse on her.’ Beth watched as Owen was getting set by his car to attempt to come in as they came out. “Action!” Sebastian called, and Beth set aside her worries to watch the scene unfold. Charlotte carried Carly out the door, which closed securely behind her. Moving down some steps, Owen came up to them. “Hi, Sarah! What are you doing here so late?” “Oh, I left something on my desk that I need. We were just coming from the doctors, so I thought I would swing by on my way to pick up my other daughter from her grandmother’s.” Owen moved closer and smiled at the apparent baby girl, “And who’s this cutie?” Beth watched as he got a little closer, and one of the cameras had a great angle on his facial expressions. His eyes opened brightly, and a vicious smirk crossed his face as he began laughing! “So this is where Brian went on his vacation?!?” He laughed some more, even as another closeup camera showed Charlotte looking ready to kill him. “Being a baby girl definitely suits you, Brian!” Charlotte looked to control herself as she replied, “Yes, it does, doesn’t it.” She smiled at Carly and squeezed her reassuringly before turning towards him, “What are you doing here tonight?” Rob did an excellent job of looking a little guilty, but not so much that it was over the top. “Oh…? I just wanted to see if there were any other places we might have a backup? I can’t believe that we don’t have a single one?” “Oh, I appreciate your caring, but please, just go home.” “But...” Owen tried to speak, but Charlotte interrupted with a queen bitch voice that was calm but meant business. “Look, I don’t think it was you, but I’m suspicious someone has been up to things in the systems internally. I’ve locked up the building for the weekend, and no one else will go in until Monday.” The camera got a good view of the despair on Owen’s face, as if he had a ruined plan. “Rob, just go home and get some rest. We will need you fresh on Monday to help us pick up the pieces since Brian is no longer available for this kind of work.” Charlotte squeezed me then for effect, adding, “She’s got a much more important job now!” “Uhh... Okay, I guess you’re right.” Charlotte buckled Carly into the seat as the car with Owen practically peeled out of the parking lot. “Cut!” Sebastian called. “How was that?” Carly asked. “It was okay; if we weren’t in a hurry to figure out what was going on with you, though, I’d say let’s do it again,” Will said. “Then let’s do it again,” Carly said, much to Beth’s unease. “But…” Charlotte started to say. “If there is permanent damage, it’s probably already done,” Carly told her. “If my continence is the price for us getting a good product, then let’s at least make it good enough to be worth the price?” “You heard the girl! Reset! What did you think was wrong with the last take, Will?” Charlotte asked. He listed about ten different things, and so they went back and reshot it. Still not happy with that take; they did it a third time. As Rob laughed about his former coworker’s fate this time, a new ‘oopsie’ took place. Beth watched as Charlotte squeezed Carly, and it was clear that the squeeze sent something else out of him. To their credit, they finished up with Owen’s part without missing a beat. Well, actually, there had been an addition from Charlotte, “Let’s go get that poopy butt changed again!” Instead of going to the car seat, an implied diaper change occurred in the SUV’s back before ‘Cut’ was heard. “Are you okay?” Charlotte asked, finally breaking character. Beth walked over and found Carly shaking. “I didn’t even hardly feel it,” she said to Charlotte. “By the time I did, it was already halfway out.” “If it makes you feel any better, Carly, I think it made the scene more believable?” Sebastian said soothingly. “It doesn’t,” she told him. “Are you cleaned up enough to continue?” he asked. Carly nodded, “She did a good job changing my diaper again. Good thing we had that control panty gone, though?” Charlotte made a face, “Yeah, that would have made an even worse mess.” “Well, you said you wanted to keep going. You good?” Sebastian asked. “Will, is that take good?” “I think it’ll work well,” he said. “Let’s finish the last part of this and keep moving,” Carly said. “You heard her, let’s go,” Charlotte said. Beth watched as they reset to film inside the car as Carly was placed in the car seat. “You did disable his card access, right?” Charlotte asked as she pushed Carly’s right arm through the harness strap. Carly nodded, “Of course! Only yours works through Monday, just like you said. I’ve also locked out anyone from using any sort of remote protocol into our servers, so he can’t try to hack the building either.” Charlotte pressed her finger against Carly’s nose, “Good girl! Now, let’s get something to eat! I think you’ve earned an extra special treat tonight!” “What about Rob?” Carly asked. “Not to worry, I’ll take care of him on Monday.” After filming Charlotte closing the back door and getting in, the cameras watched as they took off down the projected road. “Cut!” +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Did you enjoy this? Please press the Like button for this post and leave a comment! This week, I won't be able to post a mid-week bonus due to work obligations. I should be able to post again Friday morning though unless something goes weird. (If I don't, it'll be Friday afternoon). The next week I'll promise you three though! Once again, if you do enjoy this tale, please consider purchasing one of my others from Amazon. All of my other works are completed and available under Sofia Hammerstein! http://amazon.com/author/babysofia

It's an interesting setting! I have a feeling this won't be the only story I write in this setting because there are a lot of other kinds of stories to explore in this universe. And don't worry, this will get smutty. Ah, gotcha! Thanks for the explanation! Alright, kiddos. I really do apologize for taking such a long hiatus from this story. I've been very busy with work and, honestly, I'm going through some shitty things in my rl. I had originally really wanted to do weekly updates, but, at least for right now, I'm not sure I can promise that. BUT! Don't worry, however long I go between updates, I will definitely not be abandoning this story. Thank you all for your patience, and I hope you find it worth the wait! But, alright. Here we go. Neeeewwwwwwww chapters; go! Chapter Twelve Rei thought about texting Riley that morning; she had wanted to text Riley, but she thought it prudent not to—that is, the questions she wanted to ask Riley were not questions she wanted a record of asking. So, instead, Rei sought out Riley at lunch. She wasn’t even sure Riley would be there, but most students at her school had the same schedule Monday and Wednesday, so it was safe to assume Riley would be having lunch around the same time the two had run into each other earlier in the week. And, as predicted, she found her easily enough. Riley was sitting alone on one of the patio tables in the farthest corner. The day was warmer than it had been for the past two weeks, but still chilly enough to keep most of the student body off the patio and inside. Riley sat on the black crisscross tabletop with her cafeteria tray of food next to her and her combat boots on the attached bench. Her mop of curly blue hair was free today, and she wore an oversized black and red knit cardigan over a band shirt at least three sizes too big tucked into a black pencil skirt over fishnets. She sat facing perpendicular to the direction from which Rei approached, giving the latter plenty of time to admire the former as she approached. And admire she did. Riley was so different from the other girls; she oozed maturity and a sort of effortless cool. Riley was confident, sure of herself, in a world that pressured her to be anything but that. Rei couldn’t explain it, but she found herself craving Riley’s approval. Rei found herself getting nervous as she approached; she was self-conscious of her light pink blouse and black maxi skirt, worried that Riley would find it childish or immature or just…not cool. That’s what it came down to: Rei desperately wanted Riley to think she was cool. “Uh, hey,” Rei said, off to a great start. Riley turned towards the girl and grinned, “hey, Rei, what’s up?” She slid down from table to sit on the bench itself, albeit backwards, and gestured for Rei to sit next to her. “I see you went for the chicken tenders today too,” Riley said lightheartedly, gesturing to a half-eaten plate of the same on her tray. Rei laughed, a little nervously, “yeah,” she said, and immediately had nothing else to say as she slid on to the bench next to Riley. “You okay?” Riley asked, sensing some tension in the other girl. “I don’t know, are we?” Riley sucked her teeth. “You worried about what happened with Melanie and Josie?” Rei nodded. “They are solid; they won’t give up any names.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah,” Riley said without hesitation. “Look,” she added a beat later, “I know it’s scary, but…we all knew what we were getting into, yeah? Melanie and Josie certainly did, and they were ready to accept those consequences. They aren’t going to give up any information that might hurt any of us or the group, okay?” Riley was only mostly certain of what she was saying, but she needed to sound confident to put Rei at ease. Rei getting worked up and worrying wouldn’t help anyone, and, besides, Riley felt a sort of instinct to protect the younger girl. Riley was, after all, the apparent leader of the group. “Thanks, Riley,” Rei said after she had digested the other girl’s words for a moment. “That makes me feel a little better.” “And, hey, look, if you ever feel like you are in over your head, no one will judge you if you want out, you know that, right?” Riley wanted Rei to stay with the group, it gave Riley a reason to keep talking to her, but it was important to her that Rei knew no one was forcing her to stay. Riley was already in to deep, but it wasn’t too late for Rei. Rei took a bite of one of her chicken tenders and chewed slowly. She was scared, of course she was scared, but she was just as scared of what would happen to the world if girls like her and groups like Rebel stopped fighting back. And then there was the simple fact that she didn’t want to let Riley down. She didn’t want to let any of her fellow Rebels down, for that matter. “So,” Rei said after a long moment, “what’s the next job going to be anyway?” Riley snorted laughter. “I don’t know yet,” she said when her laughter died down, “but…probably something smaller. We need to lay low for a bit, I think.” Rei nodded, embarrassed by how relieved she felt to hear that. “I don’t know,” Riley continued, “just check your burner every Friday, like usual; we’ll probably announce the next meeting soon.” The two sat in silence for a long moment after that, Rei picking at her food while Riley stared off across the lake behind their campus. It wasn’t an awkward silence, but it wasn’t, exactly, a comfortable silence either. Rei was desperately searching her brain for something to say the whole time, but it was Riley who finally broke the silence. “So, how are things with your mom?” And it was the topic Rei least wanted to talk about. She shrugged, “She hasn’t really mentioned what happened, but she did pull me out of that class.” A second shrug, “I guess I’m just lucky she let me stay in college at all.” “You really think she might put you in one of those extended high school programs?” “I don’t know,” Rei replied honestly, “I wouldn’t have thought so at one point, but…then Monday night happened, and…” she trailed off. “And now everything seems topsy turvy?” Riley picked up the thought, and Rei nodded in agreement. “You don’t think she’d…do…ya know, anything else, do you?” Rei blushed at even the thought of what Riley might be referring to. “God, no, mom thinks all that stuff is like…kinda weird.” “More than kinda,” Riley interjected. “So, I don’t think she’d ever go that far, thankfully.” “Well, hey, you know, if you do get sent off to one of those extended high school programs, I mean…you know, you’ve got my number, so we can still be friends.” Riley was trying desperately to sound nonchalant, like it didn’t matter that much to her, but she was terrified her new friend would one day disappear without warning and she wanted, no, needed the other girl to know she could still reach out. “Yeah?” Rei asked, trying to hide how excited she was that Riley had said they were friends, and more so at the implication that Riley wanted to continue being friends even if Rei could no longer attend college. “I’d…really like that.” “Sure, of course,” Riley smiled. “Besides, you can brag to all your new high school friends that you have a friend in college.” Rei couldn’t help but laugh; it was exactly the kind of thing the popular girls at her high school would have bragged about. It was probably an even bigger brag these days. “What kind of classes do they teach in those programs anyway?” Riley asked. “I mean, I know it’s basically housewife training, but is that it?” Rei shrugged; she hadn’t really looked into it much. “I think it’s like…cooking classes and stuff like that. Probably a whole semester on how to get stains out of different fabrics. Probably child raising classes, as if I would ever want to have children.” Riley pulled out her phone while Rei was still talking about began tapping furiously on the screen. “Well, I don’t know about a whole semester on getting stains out, but you’re partially right; it’s a lot of like home ec kind of classes. But they do also have continuing education in the core subjects like Math, English, History, and Science, and other electives.” “Wait, really?” Rei was surprised. She had genuinely thought it was just to get you ready to be a housewife. “Yeah, this website says ‘extended high school programs are designed to give your daughter a high-quality, college-level education free from the radical leftist bias prevalent in so many colleges and universities’” she read off the screen of her phone, then added, “Kinda creepy, if you ask me.” “Why creepy?” “Like, they act like colleges and universities are brainwashing us to be leftist radicals, but can you honestly tell me this isn’t its own form of brainwashing? Raising girls who can’t and won’t question their own infantilization, oppression, and marginalization? That’s all these schools do. ‘High-quality, college-level’ my ass. I’ll tell you what it is,” Riley shifted on the bench to face Rei directly, “it’s just a reflection of the anti-intellectualism this whole bullshit movement has been built on, ya know? They have their whole “facts over feelings” mantra, but it’s a façade, because in reality, in truth, the facts don’t back up what they say, so they change the facts, change the narrative, and say anything that says otherwise is biased. It’s fucked up. It’s downright sinister, ya know?” “You’re right,” Rei agreed enthusiastically, “God, I wish I could get my mom to understand that. She thinks the education I want to get is political, but you’re right, it’s only political because people who don’t like the conclusions it teaches have made it political!” “Damn right, girl,” Riley encouraged the younger girl. “I just…” Rei sighed, losing her momentum, “I just wish she could see that.” “I wish a lot of people could see that,” Riley responded, faint frustrating in her voice. “You wanna get out of here?” She asked suddenly. “Wait, what do you mean?” “I mean, let’s blow off afternoon classes, go do something fun.” Rei laughed nervously; was Riley joking? “I…I can’t skip class.” “Why not? It won’t hurt to miss a class. Besides, this time next week you could be at an extended high school program, so who cares?” Rei internally flinched at Riley’s jab or joke or whatever it was. She had a point, but it was a point Rei didn’t like having pointed out. “Sorry,” Riley said, picking up on the girl’s lackluster reaction. “It’s just…I don’t know, I feel restless, I guess.” And I want to spend more time with you, Riley thought but didn’t say. Rei chewed her bottom lip, tempted to go, but certain her mother would somehow find out. Wait, that was a good question, did colleges report when you were absent like high schools did? Once upon a time, she would have assumed not, but now it was anyone’s guess, especially for students who were still minors. “I…really don’t want to miss class…” Rei said at least, more than a little regretful. “Look, if you’re worried about your mom finding out,” Riley said, as if she could read the other girl’s mind, “then just go to class, excuse yourself to the restroom after attendance, and, poof, you’re gone.” “Won’t they notice me taking all my stuff to the restroom?” Riley shrugged, “leave your stuff with me.” Rei’s stomach was full of butterflies. She had never skipped class, not even in high school. But here was Riley, who she desperately wanted to think she was cool, inviting her to skip class and go hang out. Rei glanced at her phone screen; her afternoon class started in thirty minutes, she had to decide soon. “Come on,” Riley coaxed, “it’ll be fun.” “What would we even do?” Riley shrugged, “hang out, chill, maybe go to the mall? I don’t know, anything is better than being here today, if you ask me.” Rei took a deep breath, then laughed nervously. “Okay,” she said, “let’s do it.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” “Come on then,” without a moment of hesitation, Riley grabbed Rei’s wrist and ran off giggling, pulling the other girl behind her and leaving their discarded lunch trays behind. Chapter Thirteen Riley sipped on her lemonade and handed Rei the last bite of the pretzel they were splitting. “Aliens,” Riley said. Rei laughed and popped the last piece of pretzel in her mouth, chewing while she thought out her reply. “Probably real,” she said once she had swallowed, “well, almost certainly real, but only probably have visited Earth before.” “Probably isn’t the game,” Riley shot back, “do you personally think they have?” Rei took a sip of her own lemonade and pondered the question. “Mmm, yes, but I don’t think they’ve abducted people.” “You think they just like…observe?” “Yeah! Like scientists, ya know? Observing wildlife in its natural habitat.” “So that’s what we are to them?” “Probably!” Rei giggled at the thought. The mall food court was nearly empty on this weekday afternoon, but a few tables were occupied throughout the mass of them. Rei couldn’t help but keep looking over at a mother a few tables away spoon-feeding her daughter, who seemed to fall into helpless giggles every time her mother flew an airplane her way. Rei wasn’t sure, but she thought she might have gone to high school with the girl. “What do you think the aliens think of all that?” Riley said, noticing the trajectory of Rei’s distant stare. Rei didn’t answer immediately; she was considering the scene in front of her, trying to assess it like an alien who didn’t quite understand the cultural history that had led to this tableau. As Rei watched, the girl in the oversized highchair stopped giggling and scrunched up her face. For a moment, Rei wasn’t sure what she was watching, but it only took her a moment to figure it out: the girl was filling her diaper. Rei’s soul wretched a little, and she forced herself to turn away. “Um, how about ghosts?” she asked Riley, ignoring the other girl’s previous question. “Oh, definitely real,” Riley said, easily rolling with Rei’s change of subject. “But I don’t think most of them can, like, hurt or affect us. Hell, maybe none of them can.” Rei chuckled, “I thought I saw a ghost once when I was a kid.” “Tell me everything.” Rei felt her cheeks heat up; she normally didn’t tell anyone this story out of fear of being made fun of. She studied Riley’s face, trying to determine if Riley was baiting her into telling an embarrassing story or if she was genuinely interested. Riley seemed nothing but the latter. “Well,” she began, tentatively, “I mean, first of all, you have to understand, I was like seven at the time.” “Uh huh,” Riley nodded and gently encouraged Rei to continue. “And it was like shortly after my grandmother died.” “And then you saw her ghost?” Rei blushed but nodded. “I woke up one night in the middle of the night…something like two or three AM, and I think I went downstairs to get a glass of water or something. Like, I went downstairs, but I don’t remember what for.” Riley was nodding along as she listened. “And…sorry, this isn’t, like, an exciting story or anything.” “No, no, go on!” Riley urged. “Well, I went downstairs and…well, the first thing I noticed was the all the kitchen cabinets were just standing open.” “Oh, creepy,” Riley replied. “Yeah! And then like, I saw her just…sitting at the dining room table.” “You’re sure it was her?” “Definitely! I…” Rei blushed, “well, it scared me so bad I went running upstairs, crying the whole way, and jumped in bed with my parents.” “Wait, but how was that scary?” Riley asked incredulously. “I don’t know!” Rei laughed and threw up her hands, “I was like seven and I just saw a ghost! What about you, have you ever seen a ghost?” Riley smiled and shrugged, “nah. Some friends and I once tried to do a séance in a graveyard when I was in high school, had a Ouija board and everything, but all we saw was some cops that chased us off.” “Maybe you should try again one night.” “Oh yeah? What, you wanna join me?” “Maybe,” Rei said coyly. Riley grinned, “yeah, whatever, you’d probably scream and run away the moment we heard a noise or something.” “I was seven!” Rei cried in her defense. “I’d totally be brave enough now.” “I’m pretty sure I do still have that Ouija board…” “I’m serious! I’d totally do it.” “Alright,” Riley replied, sounding a bit smug, “but don’t complain when I drag you out to a graveyard one night to summon spirits.” “I can handle it,” Rei insisted. She took another sip of her lemonade, sucking up the last little bits, and leaned back in her chair, looking out over the food court again. The mother and her daughter had left; Rei could guess where they had gone off to easily enough. “Wanna go check out some stores?” Riley said after it was clear the conversation was in a lull. “What time do you need to be home by?” Rei looked at her phone, “not for another hour or so,” she replied. “Where’d you have in mind?” Riley looked at Rei for a moment, studying her face, before speaking, “you ever think about how good you’d like in eyeliner? We could go shopping for some make-up for you.” Rei let out a single sarcastic syllable of a laugh. “Yeah right, mom would kill me. She’s always been against me wearing make-up.” “So? She doesn’t have to know. Put it on in the school bathroom at the beginning of the day and take it off before you go home.” Rei chewed her lip a little embarrassedly, “and then there’s the fact that I have no idea how to put any kind of make-up on.” “Wait, really?” “Really! I told you, mom was always against it, she never taught me. Hell, she doesn’t really wear make-up either.” “Okay, well, we definitely need to fix that, okay?” Rei didn’t have time to respond; Riley jumped up from the table, grabbed their trash, and walked off with it, giving Rei the option of either staying behind or following. She caught up to Riley just as she was dumping their trash. “Come on,” she grabbed Rei’s hand and started leading her through the mall without needing to consult a map. A few moments later, the pair approached a store Rei had passed before, but had never entered: Sephora. The storefront was not huge, but it was bigger than Rei imagined was needed just to sell make-up, a thought that demonstrated just how clueless Rei was when it came to cosmetics. “Hold on there, girls,” a stern voice stopped the pair in their tracks as they approached the doorway. An older woman with crow’s feet creasing the pale ivory of her skin wearing a beige skirt suit with white high heels approached the pair, stopping directly in their path with her arms crossed over her chest. “Sorry, unattended children are not allowed in this store. You’ll have to come back with your parents.” Riley made a noise that was halfway between annoyed and disgusted as she fished her wallet out of her purse and flipped it open, “I’m emancipated, okay?” The woman raised her eyebrow at Riley, studied the ID being held out in front of her, and sighed. “Fine, but what about her?” “She’s with me,” Riley replied. “No unaccompanied children,” the woman shot back. “What the fuck?” Riley exclaimed, making the older woman visibly flinch at the profanity. “I’m an adult, so I’m accompanying her!” “Are you her parent?” The altercation was beginning to draw on-lookers and rubber-neckers. Rei could feel them staring at her, and, worse, she couldn’t tell if they were sympathetic or accusatory stares. “You just said she had to be accompanied; you didn’t say anything about a parent!” Riley loudly insisted. “Well, I am now,” more store employees were making their way to the front of the store now, flanking the older woman who Rei assumed was in a managerial position over the less formally dressed workers with nametags on their shirts. “And quite frankly, young lady, emancipated or not, I’m not so sure I want you in my store if this is the way you conduct yourself.” Rei was standing a foot behind Riley, blushing and holding back tears as Riley and this stranger debated over her like…well…like she was a child. Her reaction to it only made her feel more childish, but she couldn’t help how hot her cheeks were burning under the gaze of the audience and the judgement of this woman. “This is fucked up,” Riley growled, “just let us in, okay?” “Watch your language, young lady, or I’ll—” “You’ll what? Tell my mom? I told you, lady, I’m emancipated, bitch.” The older lady furrowed her brow hard, “I won’t ask you again. If you insist on being vulgar, I’ll call security and have them check just how authentic that emancipation card is.” Riley stared the woman down for a long moment, her jaw clenched and eyes on fire, “are you seriously accusing me of having a fake emancipation card?” The woman just smirked in response, “there’s a Forever 15 down that way,” the lady pointed the way they came, “and a Justice and a Claire’s that way,” she pointed in the opposite direction. “I’m sure you’ll find them better suited to…clientele such as yourself.” “Go ahead,” Riley planted her feet and crossed her arms in mimicry of the older woman, “call security. They’ll confirm my ID is real and you’ll have to let us shop here.” “Riley?” Rei managed to quietly croak out from her tightening throat. Neither woman seemed to notice her. “And what do you think is going to happen to your little friend, hm?” The lady responded smugly. “You may be emancipated, but she’s a minor; do you think her parents will be happy to pick her up from mall security?” That clearly caught Riley off guard, her anger dropping for just a second before it came roaring back in defense of her friend, “just…fuck you, okay?” It was just too bad all of that anger was impotent, and Riley knew it. “Come on, let’s go find some place to shop where the employees aren’t all fucking cunts.” Then Riley turned on her heel and stomped off. Rei gave the older lady, who was positively fuming, an apologetic look, not because she felt bad about what Riley had said, but just…well, she wasn’t sure why. Then she hurried to follow after Riley. “I can’t believe that bitch,” Riley muttered when Rei had caught up to her. “We’ll find another store, okay?” “Hey, Riley?” “There’s like three other make-up stores in this mall, okay? Not all of them will be staffed by conservative old bitches.” “Yeah, but…” “I can’t believe she threatened to call security, what a bitch move.” “Hey, Riley, stop,” Rei reached out and grabbed Riley’s upper arm to get her attention. “Please, can we just go?” Riley turned to face Rei, and all the anger immediately went out of her. Rei was close to trembling, and her eyes were glassy with unshed tears. “Shit,” Riley said quietly, pulling Rei into a hug. “I’m sorry; I didn’t even think about how that affected you.” “It’s okay,” Rei hugged Riley back, burying her face in the soft fabric of Riley’s cardigan. “But…please, I just want to go home, okay?” “Yeah,” Riley said softly, “we’ll get you home.” Chapter Fourteen “So, is this your mom’s car?” Rei asked as they cruised down the street, wind whipping in through the open windows. Rei’s hair was put up in a messy bun to keep it from tangling; meanwhile, Riley’s hair whipped haphazardly around her face. “Nah,” Riley answered, “it’s mine.” “Oh, that’s really cool,” Rei couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. She didn’t even have her driver’s license anymore; under the Hayes Act, minor girls couldn’t have licenses. It was just one of the many perks of being emancipated. “Yeah, well, you know the grandfather clause in the Hayes Act?” Rei nodded. In a true grandfather clause, everyone who had already reached the age of majority would have stayed an adult; Rei would have stayed an adult. But the grandfather clause of the Hayes Act was…well…not quite so comprehensive. Girls who were twenty-four or older at the time of passage got to remain an adult; likewise, any girls who owned property in value of at least fifteen-thousand dollars got to remain an adult. “Well, after the Hayes Act got passed and my mom emancipated me, she thought that me owning property might be a layer of protection if they ever tightened the laws or something, you know? So, it was really important to her that I own my own car.” Rei chuckled, “it’s still pretty cool.” “Yeah,” Riley laughed, “I guess I just…sometimes I feel bad. I’m really lucky to have a mom like mine; I’m really lucky to be emancipated and stuff, and it makes me feel…guilty that other people don’t have that,” she glanced over to Rei. “Does that make sense?” It did make sense. Rei would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little jealous of Riley. And, yes, in part she was jealous because Riley was pretty and confident and effortlessly cool; but she was also jealous that Riley didn’t have to worry about getting moved to an extended high school program. Riley didn’t have to worry about getting spanked. Riley didn’t have to worry about any of the things Rei had suddenly found herself worried about. But that wasn’t Riley’s fault. Rei shrugged, “I get it, but, like…you shouldn’t feel bad or guilty. Like, you of all people, you know? You are using those privileges to help girls that don’t have them. And don’t get me wrong, like, you shouldn’t feel bad or guilty no matter what, ‘cause it’s not your fault, but I’m saying especially because of what you do to try to help people who don’t have those privileges? It’s really impressive, you know? I kind of look up to you, if I’m being honest.” “It’s not that impressive,” Riley waved her hand dismissively, “And certainly nothing to be admired for. But…what you’re saying makes sense. It’s just…” Riley stared at the road for a long moment before continuing, “I don’t think it can be logicked away; I don’t think it’s based in logic. And maybe Rebel is all just my attempt at soothing my guilt over it all. And, then there’s…” Riley sighed. “Well, nevermind that.” “No, what? You can tell me.” There had been a shift in the atmosphere of the car. Rei no longer found herself looking at confident, effortlessly cool Riley, founder of Rebel, she was looking at vulnerable, honest Riley, a girl who was as scared as everyone else. The significance of Riley letting her in like this wasn’t lost on Rei. “We’re friends, right?” And then there’s the fact that Riley was terrified of facing the consequences of her actions with Rebel. That was what Riley was going to say. That Rebel was a lot more fun when it was just her and a few others committing acts of vandalism, theft, and destruction of property. And, to be honest, sneaking into a Target after hours and slashing gouges through every pack of diapers designed for girls her age felt like it did more direct and immediate good than blowing up a building. Riley knew you couldn’t build a revolution on such small acts of defiance but they should be leaving the big things to groups with more funding and strength. Or was that just Riley’s fear talking? “It’s nothing, really,” Riley forced a smile. Rei felt that momentary vulnerability close. She couldn’t help but feel a bit sad, but she was thankful Riley had opened up to her at all. More importantly, Rei respected the boundary Riley was setting. “Okay,” she said, “but, if you ever change your mind, I’m happy to listen.” “You know,” Riley said, “you’re pretty cool.” Rei blushed so hot she thought she was going to catch on fire.

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^^^ What he said....^^^. Now in my 60's, I'm always totally limp. Even Viagra doesn't work anymore. Funny thing is, if I "Work it" long enough, I can still cum, but it never gets erect during the process. But it's still good for wetting diapers! (Hey, what more could a guy want??) 😂😁😆

I am also shrinking down there ... but in my case it was my wish to be imperfect and small ! It was also my personal themes like chastity, diapers, special underwear an a lot more I use daily in my live. I had wear since a few years two different modells of chastity belt from MY-STEEL. I felt save and secure in my steel girdle. To protect I wore over it diapers and I used it the the most time to pee. My wife supportet me on this way. She ist near to asexuell and have no great interest in penetrating sex. Now, I do not need no more a Chastitybelt. Only the diapers are remain. Now it is no more roleplay. Since more than a year past I have got a urge incontinence and I need the absorbent underpants. It was my wish to wear diapers. Now I have no choice to decide what is my kind of underwear is today. When I notice that a have to pee it remains 60 seconds to reach the toilett. I can not leave home without protection. I wear 24/7 diaper. Sometime in the homeoffice I use kondom-urinals. Condom catheters are external urinary catheters that are worn like a condom. They collect urine as it drains out of your bladder and send it to a collection bag strapped to your leg. It is more important to determine the exact diameter of the penis to fit the correct size of the male external catheter than the length of the penis. All condoms currently available will fit most penis lengths, except when the penis is very small or retracted. My diameter is only a little bit less than one INCH !! I had taken androcur for a few month. But it was still possible to get a erection. So I decide to go the next step. For this I start a test with the drug fluexetine and edronax / norebox (active substance: reboxitin). Some of the common adverse effects I have got include, difficulty with seeing near or far, sensation of incomplete bladder emptying, painful or difficult urination, urinary retention, erectile dysfunction, ejaculatory pain or delay, and chills. It is also my situation..... After taking medication I have side effekts that I wished. Close to 100% of people who take antidepressants experience some form of sexual side effects. Most people will feel some degree of genital numbing, often within 30 minutes of taking the first dose. What is post-SSRI sexual dysfunction? Post-SSRI sexual dysfunction (PSSD) is an condition which can arise following antidepressant use, in which sexual function does not completely return to normal after the discontinuation of antidepressants. Some people develop sexual side effects on antidepressants which either remain in full, or don’t resolve completely, when the drug is stopped. PSSD affects both men and women. It can happen after only a few days exposure to an antidepressant and can persist for months, years, or indefinitely. There is no known cure. Symptoms of PSSD can include: Reduced genital sensation / genital anesthesia Erectile dysfunction / decreased vaginal lubrication Delayed or inability to orgasm (anorgasmia) Pleasureless, weak or “muted” orgasms Decreased libido Reduced response to sexual stimuli Decreased or lack of nocturnal erections Premature ejaculation Reduced nipple sensitivity Soft glans Some sufferers experience a noticeable reduction in tactile sensation – describing their genitals as feeling less sensitive or numb, as if exposed to an anesthetic. Others perceive little or no change in tactile sensation, but notice a reduction in sexual sensation. These problems can also be accompanied by reduced nipple sensitivity. Orgasm is typically experienced with a decreased or loss of pleasurable feeling, often referred to as a pleasureless or muted orgasm. There can also be noticeably weaker muscle contractions. How long do sexual side effects last after stopping? When sexual side effects persist after the antidepressant is stopped, there is no specific timescale for recovery. Some people report a certain degree of natural improvement over a period of time – sometimes months or years after stopping the antidepressant. However, many sufferers fail to recover to any significant degree, with some having had the problem for over 20 years without any improvement. For some people, PSSD may be permanent. https://rxisk.org/media-pssd-and-related-sexual-dysfunctions/ Our experience with edronax. My penis and balls shrank to very very small size. This after 10 days with two pills of edronax per day. You have no more possibility to get a hard errection. with all efforts the penis become a little more size (5 cm / 2,5 " lenght) but is still absolut soft. Some times ago my relaxed penis size in lenght approximately 8 cm and diameter 3 cm. Now I have all over the last days a relaxed penis size from only 4 cm (max.5cm) lenght and diameter from 2 cm. I the past my errect penis, was hard has maybe 12 or 13 cm lenght. Now with all handwork the penis grown to 5 cm lenght and not noticeably more diameter. This state of very small growth is only maintain for a short time of 30 seconds. To reach this small noticeable enlargement of the penis it required a lot handwork. With thoughts about my favorites fetish fantasys or my sexual preferences it is absolut not possible to see penis movement. The small penis will never get hard. I can do rubbing and mastrubate a lot, but there is only a pice of rubber between my legs. The testicle a shrinking and move near to the body. To urinate is nearly normal possible. Yet I feel during urinate the change of the size of the sexual organ. I think the urethra also is reduced in size. I have no more sideeffects with edronax. .... Yes ... it's like wearing a chastity belt. You're horny for any ideas. The fanaticism and preference is always there. You dream of what could happen. You wish your "chastity belt" comes off. You wish to play in yourself. You wish to play with someone else. Your wish will come true and you can take off the diaper. All wishes have now come true ... but also that with the impotence. I look down at myself and see the lifeless piece of penis. It makes me horny in my head but the genitals don't work. With a partner, it is best when the limp penis is in a hollow plastic or silicone dildo. Now you don't feel anything anymore. It is as if a prosthesis has been strapped on and there is nothing inside. An insane feeling of humiliation and helplessness. Since a few weeks I have start to take a small dosis of estrogen. The shrinking will be more in the future. But only the small dosis not to get feminin. But small, limp and impotent. All this hidden behind the thick diaper. Best wishes from Germany