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Chapter Thirty Six John rolled back off of the giant pillow, not even flinching as his very wet diaper hit the bed. He grumbled as he rolled around a bit. He even resorted to grabbing the pillow and just pulling on it mindlessly. Being half buried under the pillow just made him even grumpier. Finally he just growled out loud as he shoved the pillow off of him, got onto all fours and flopped back onto the pillow. Without even bothering to call out to his supposed Mommy, he idly swung his foot back and forth, barely kicking at the gate. After less than a minute he got bored with that and turned sideways so that he was draped over the pillow with his butt up in the air and his upper body and legs hanging off the sides. Looking through the mesh he saw the dog sit up and look over at him. “Xerxes, go get me a file, a nuclear reactor, and coil of wire.” When the dog, predictably, did not react, he reached out and put his palm against the mesh and halfway smiled as his hand was smelled. This time when he grumbled and rolled around, he flopped off of the pillow and laid in front of the mesh, looking at Xerxes. With nothing else to do, he talked to the dog. “You know Xerxes, by all rights if I were still at home I’d be working sixty hours a week and worried about bills. Here I don’t have to work and I get to draw and spend time outside and Mom is great. But I can’t just like … get in my truck and go buy popcorn in the middle of the night.” Laying there for a moment in silence, he watched the dog still looking back at him, tail moving, just happy to be talked to. “I suppose that you don’t know what it’s like to be conflicted.” With a pat on the mesh he rolled around restlessly, got back onto all fours and flopped back onto the pillow, this time facing Xerxes from his perch. Musing to himself “I wonder if I just miss the idea of the freedom. I don’t think I could even be happy there anymore. Maybe I’m grumpy because I’m happy.” After a moment he added to himself “Maybe I’m grumpy because I’m just grumpy.” He picked up his head and headbutted the pillow a few times, still grumbling. “Let’s face it, I have more time to do fun things, and instead of working six days a week I get to be here with Mom… Aman… Mom.” He spent a couple more minutes laying there practicing his grumpy faces. He saw his pacy laying there. Not clipped to his shirt with that stupid clip that he couldn’t undo. Just laying right there. He thought about the implication of ‘his’ pacy. Impulsively he picked it up and threw it hard against the mesh wall of the crib. It just bounced off uselessly, but it felt good to throw something. He picked up Rupert and thought about it, but couldn’t bring himself to throw the stuffy. It wasn’t Ruperts fault that he was grumpy. Finally he just snapped and grabbed the pacy and threw it hard while yelling just a loud “UUGGG.” The concept of controlling his emotions didn’t exist at the moment. After a short wait he heard Amanda coming through the doorway and over to the wall of the crib. Stupid crib wall. She reached up and lowered the side wall down and leaned on it. He spared a glance, and she looked concerned. Stupid concern. Hearing her ask softly “Hey Sweety, are you okay?” just made him take a deep breath and exhale as long as he could until he felt his lungs blissfully empty. It took a moment to decide how to answer that. He wanted to be mad. He wanted to lash out. None of this was her fault, and he knew it. But even still he rolled away from her and onto his back looking up at the ceiling. With a deep sigh he admitted. “No.” She was quiet for a moment. He didn’t know if it was because she was giving him time to talk if he wanted to, or if she was just trying to figure out what to say. After a moment he saw a hand come over and felt her stroking his hair. He tensed up, but relaxed as she stroked his hair softly. It was barely a whisper that he heard from behind him “You can talk to me about anything that you want to.” Picking up his left arm and waving a bit dismissively, he explained “I don’t know what it is anyway.” “Do you want some snuggles?” He thought about it for a moment. He liked snuggles. And he wanted them. But he also just … was still mad at something, or anything. Or nothing. “… no.” “Well, you can change your mind at any time. Do you want to go draw, or go outside?” After a moment to breathe, and stall to think, he admitted “I don’t know.” Her voice was soft as velvet as she whispered “It’s okay if you don’t know what you want to do. None of us have to know what we want all the time.” With a huff he responded “I don’t know what I want. I should at least know that.” “Sweety.” Amanda said while patting him oh so gently on the side. “Look at me for a moment.” Giving in and rolling onto his back, he looked over at her. Once he was looking at her, she continued “It sounds like you’re struggling with some big feelings. And those probably need to process. I won’t push you, but if you can find the words to express those big feelings, I would love nothing more than to hear them and help you with them.” A weak laugh was all he could muster. “Am I even allowed to have big feelings? Are littles supposed to get those here?” “Ah.” was all Amanda said for a moment. “So does that mean that littles don’t get that right?” He felt bad for pushing, but he was grumpy and otherwise if he had the thought he would have just bottled it up until it festered in him. “John.” Amanda started carefully “I won’t lie to you that sometimes littles in this world don’t get that choice. You still do. I want you to be as complex and thoughtful and sweet and mischievous as can be. If you’re sad, I want you to tell me. If you’re happy, I want you to tell me. And if there’s something eating at you, I definitely want you to tell me.” “Ugh.” was all he said at first. But of course she stood there waiting patiently, her hand gently on his head, stroking his hair. “Is that snuggle still available?” Now smiling she explained “For you, the very best snuggles.” With a nod he held up his arms. He didn’t even bother to sit up. She just picked him up and carried him, wet diaper and all, into the living room and sat with him on the rocking chair. She even pulled the throw blanket up over him and got him snuggled in nice and warm, with one large hand patting him on the back. She didn’t speak. She just held him. She was obviously waiting for him. For his part he just laid there with his head on her chest, lost in thought. After a while he finally broke the silence. “I don’t get it.” The hand on his back stopped moving as she answered “What don’t you get.” He answered candidly “I don’t get what I don’t get. I miss my world. I know that rationally I am honestly healthier here, I’m not working myself to death. But I miss it.” After she took a moment to think carefully of her response, she asked “Well, what do you miss most about it?” “I don’t … I think …” He struggled to understand himself and how to say it in words. “… maybe the freedom? But I guess I wasn’t really all THAT free, I spent all of me week at work. I came home tired, I barely paid my bills. So it’s not like I had some glamorous life. I just … had … is autonomy the word?” He could see her nod as she answered “That may well be the word you are looking for. Self determination, perhaps?” Having looked up at her, he flopped his head back against her chest. “I have time to read and draw, and I get to help you in the garden. Helping you do things is my favorite thing in this world. Even if I had the choice to go back home … I don’t know if I could. Or would? I don’t understand. I think I feel like I shouldn’t be happy?” The rocking chair stopped moving for a moment and she scooted him up closer and kissed him on the forehead. “Well, I obviously WANT you to be happy. I know that we can’t get you home, and for record you helping is wonderful and I love you all the more for wanting to participate. But I can’t force you to be happy. Well, not in any ethical way.” He looked up at her for a moment, but let that pass. She was probably just referring to some odd way the bigs do things in this world. With his head still on her chest he admitted “Don’t worry. I’m happy with you. You’re an amazing Mommy. I didn’t choose to need one, but I’m glad it was you.” That got him another kiss on the forehead. But otherwise she seemed content to wait for him to talk more. “I think I feel better.” A simple, non committal conclusion that … felt like a lie. “… Okay, I feel less bad. I’m sorry.” He could feel her tilt forward as she stood up and pulled the blanket off as she carried him back towards his room. As she laid him on the changing table and got to work she asked him “Okay so what would you like to do? Gardening, drawing, or befriending more animals to make my life complicated? Lift.” He went along with the diaper change, doing his own little part here an there as he answered. “I would like to help in the garden, please.” He answered honestly. For some reason after the talk he had it seemed easier to be direct with her. With a nod and the word “Down.” she continued “Well, you can pick out what you want to wear, and then whatever we have that you want for dinner, I’ll fix it for you.” He thought in silence until she bumped the table and stood him up. While she looked at him, he answered. “Shortalls. Peas. Chicken strips.” “T shirt or onesie?” “Shirt.” With a nod she pulled open a drawer on his dresser and let him get out what he wanted to wear, and then helped him with the straps and clips on the shortalls. Then she lightly bopped him with a pair of socks over and over again until he got the message and put them on. Mommy picked up the doggy bed and simply walked out of the room, leaving him follow or not as he wanted. Small gestures sometimes feel big. With a pause in the kitchen to hand him a sippy cup of water and get a bottle to bring herself, they were out on the porch. His shoes were placed next to his old boots, which made him feel like he was being given the choice. Honestly the boots were a bit too loose from him shrinking so much, so he slipped his feet into the shoes and waited patiently for them to be tied for him, since the weird laces from this dimension always fly apart for him. “Okay!” Mommy said with a single clap of her hands “Tomorrow morning a good friend of mine, Mr Frank, will be here at sunrise to pick up a lot of produce, pickles, and pickled peppers. So all of this has to be harvested today. Except the Arugula, that happens tomorrow right before he gets here so that it’s fresh.” John just nodded along “So how do I help?” “Well, you and your little wagon can be a huge help if you want to just do the peas and the tomatoes. Two buckets of tomatoes will go with Mr Frank, and before lunch Mr Mike is coming back and the rest of them are going to be turned into salsa. I bought the rest of the ingredients I need for that at the store today.” John nodded and stood up, holding his arms out he said “Catch?” He was rewarded with her holding out her arms so he jumped, she caught him, hugged him before she set him down. John go this wagon and went straight for the peas. Only this time instead of Mommy heading to the other side of the garden, she got a couple of buckets and she got started doing the tops of the plants. From his perspective, she didn’t seem like she normally did. She was on a mission. She was in her zone. But John had an advantage. John had a wagon, and he didn’t have to go back and forth or move a bucket. So he pulled it along beside him, and much to his pride, he made it to the end of the first row before she did. He lost his lead when he had to wait for her to simply pick his wagon up and empty it out into a large bucket. Then he lost some more time as she fussed at him for not drinking any water yet. And so they finished the second row together. It felt REALLY good to be doing something meaningful. As they started on the tomato plants, Mommy surprised him. Instead of the safety scissors, she held out a different pair. “These look to be actually sharp.” He said out loud as she held out a pair of scissors that seems small in her hand. “These are tiny sewing shears. I noticed the other ones gave you trouble. You will of course be careful with these.” It was not a question. And so, feeling on top of the world, he drank some water just so that she couldn’t fuss at him, and then got to work on the tomatoes. The problem was the tomatoes took him a long time. All of his tomatoes he put in the wagon wiped off and clean and pretty. But he was being left in the dust. It didn’t matter, he was contributing and didn’t know how to help with the other stuff yet anyway. So he took his time and got two rows of tomatoes from just above his head height and down. By the time he was done, the sun was getting a bit lower, and he sat on the steps and watched Mommy working on the other side of the yard in her little section of hellish death peppers, collecting entire buckets of tiny, brightly colored little murder fruit. With nothing to do otherwise, he spotted a gray form on the fence and somehow Xerxes had gone to watch Mommy. This was his time. He grabbed two acorns and made a line for the fence, dragging a bucket with him. He quickly overturned the bucket and held up one acorn. The reward was having his hand smelled with a tiny, cold, nose briefly before one acorn was taken, then he held up the other and the process was repeated. After a few moments, Steve darted away. Worth it. Once he was done dragging the bucket back, John climbed the too tall stairs up onto the porch to look out over the yard. Impulsively he grabbed the new toy for Xerxes off of the table between the two chairs, pretending that he didn’t have to stand on tip toes to grab it. New toy in hand, he made his way back down the steps, and turned right to go to where Xerxes was watching their Mommy. Ah. Xerxes was watching because she was gathering peppers in the part of the yard he wasn’t allowed. Even dogs weren’t immune to curiosity, it seemed. Xerxes attention was easily attained by holding out the plastic toy with the large tennis ball at the end and letting him smell it. Once he had the dogs undivided attention he took the end of the toy with both hands and hands and swung it over and down. For a first attempt it wasn’t very graceful, and the ball just went horizontally and then bounced along the ground. But that was more than enough to send one furry missile after it. When Xerxes came back, happily presenting the tennis ball, he dropped it and hunkered down waiting for it to be sent away again. With a moment to figure out how to get the ball jammed back in, he put his foot on top of the plastic and gave it a little push to pop it back in place, and sent it off, careful to keep it away from the plants. And that was how the next hour went. Xerxes stayed out of Mommy’s way, and John stayed entertained with his furry buddy. By the time it was all said and done, there were rows of buckets lined up on the side of the porch, some of which he had filled himself. Sure, it wasn’t a full time job like he’d had before, but as John stood looking at everything that they had done it was nice to have done it. Even if Mommy … John shook his head as he thought and corrected himself, ‘Mom’ did most of the actual lifting side of things. As he stood there looking at the buckets, a hand waved in front of his face. He turned to look up at Mom apparently repeating herself “Are you there?” Feeling even more direct than usual he shrugged and said “I was lost in thought.” He watched her nod and then she knelt down and pulled his shoes off before giving him a gentle swat on the bottom and pointing him into the house. So in he went. He made it halfway to the living room before he was scooped up and carried to the bathroom where he was stripped down to his diaper, placed (with a squish) onto the bathroom counter, and scrubbed with a warm wet rag. “Hey, I’m not THAT dirty!” he tried to protest. She leaned and squinted at him. Then as she held up the white rag with traces of dirt all over it he bravely decided to concede her point by shrugging noncommittally. Once he was clean enough to pass inspection she carried him to the changing table and he participated in his usual way. Lifting. Flopping. Basically just trying to not make it harder than necessary for her. Once it was done, really only two minutes, she picked him up into a great big hug and slid him down to the floor. “Okay. You get a shirt or onesie. Or just the diaper if you want. Then I’ll get dinner going, shouldn’t take long.” Nodding, John went over to the dresser and grabbed the handle, leaned back into it to pull the drawer open, and grabbed just any shirt without looking. It was blue and had some sort of cartoon on it. With a nod, Mom took the shirt from him and pulled it into place, ruffled his hair and said “Go play or draw.” So as she walked out of the room he went over to his tablet and pressed his thumb against the corner to turn it on. There were a lot of new icons to explore, but this seemed a great time to sit and read. He didn’t want to read ahead of Kate in the Odyssey of Hugh, so he just idly scrolled the young adult section until he found a Scifi novel about a spaceship crew being lost in space. The image showed a man, a woman, and two littles all in space suits. In the background there was some sort of robot nanny with sparks like it was going haywire. Curiosity got the better of him so he clicked ‘Start Reading’ and went through the prologue at the beginning. It seemed like the book was about a group from one planet to another and they got rerouted by the autocomputer to avoid an asteroid storm, and from there things spiraled out of control. Settling in to read, he felt something cold bopping him on the shoulder relentlessly until he took the sippy cup and started drinking from it. Interrupted again later for dinner, John found himself back in his booster seat, looking at two large chicken strips that were supposedly normal sized. Each one was really just the size of a chicken breast at home. There was ketchup for the chicken strips, and he had a bowl chock full of buttery sweet peas waiting for him. Once he bit into the chicken strip, it was obvious that it was made with some sort of voodoo or something, because it was addictively good. It was an excellent dinner and he gave up halfway through the second chicken strip and made sure that Xerxes was very well spoiled. Carried to the kitchen and placed on the counter, hands washed, face wiped. He sat on the counter and impulsively held up his arms for a hug. Somehow the assurance that just making the simple gesture guaranteed he was going to be picked up and hugged lovingly made him feel a certain way. Try as he might he couldn’t think of what it made him feel. The nearest he could come was the word safe. John still didn’t know why he even wanted to be picked up and hugged sometimes. It was like a magnet. Carrying him to the living room, Mom explained “You have one hour before you get changed for bed, and then snuggle time and milk. What would you like to do?” “Tablet, please.” With a nod she sat him down on the couch, plopped a pillow next to him. His feet were swung around on the couch, and finally a throw blanket was draped over his legs and his tablet was offered to him. As a kiss was deposited on his head, he was left to himself. He looked briefly at the icons for the puzzle games, but felt mentally tired enough to just go back to his book. He was barely thirty pages in when he was patted on the shoulder. Apparently his hour was already up. It was a little annoying to find out that his diaper was wet when she pulled the blanket back and gave it a squeeze. And for the second time in probably three hours he was back on the changing table. This time it was one of the ridiculous overnight diapers that was pulled out from the table. Seemingly as an afterthought he stopped her “Wait!” Mom blinked down at him “Yes?” “Before you do that, may I try the potty?” He pleaded as cutely as he could manage. With a smile and a nod, she bumped the table and picked him up and carted him, sans underwear, to the bathroom. As she placed him on the toilet, he nodded seriously, thinking 'This is it. It’s time.' before making a face as he concentrated. As he managed to do his business in both ways, he could see Mom smiling in the corner of his vision, clearly proud of him. But he didn’t need her to be proud, he needed to know that he could still at least manage to go in the potty ...err… Toilet. He still wasn’t allowed to reach for the toilet paper and wipe himself. But for now, this was enough of a success. As he was cleaned up and carried back, he pondered the catch twenty two he had found himself in. He had to wear a diaper. It got changed when it got used. And he had to wear it because it got used. He couldn’t physically get onto the potty so going in the diaper was inevitable. And since the diaper got used, the diaper was needed. Rinse, Lather, Repeat. John chuckled to himself as he thought out loud: “Wipe, Powder, Repeat” Mom tapped him on the nose as she finished taping him into the ridiculous night time diaper and asked “What was that?” “Oh, I was just mumbling to myself.” As she picked him up stretched his arms and legs out as far as he could before wrapping himself around her torso. The entire atmosphere of the house seemed more relaxed as he was handed Rupert on the way to the living room. Mom had a fresh warm blanket that she had tossed in the dryer for a few minutes. She held him with one arm as she leaned back in the rocking chair and tossed the blanket over them in one well practiced motion. He was snuggled up against her chest and cradled in place with her arm as the warmth from her body and from the blanket started to soak into his body and make him relaxed. “Hey John?” Opening one eye to peak up he asked “Hmm?” “I’ve read many cases that littles find skin to skin contact comforting.” All he could do was shrug “I don’t know?” The question came from above him “Do you want to find out?” It didn’t make much sense to him, but he just said “Sure.” So first she pulled off his shirt, which was the only thing that he was wearing aside from his diaper. And then she wormed out of her own shirt, shuffling him around to get it off of her arm before getting the blanket back in place and idly stroking her fingertips up and down his back. Before he had felt warmth. But now it was on another level, warmth from her belly and ribs directly into his side and arm. A pacy was slipped into his mouth, and he didn’t fight it. He was trapped in a wondrous cocoon. He felt warm, his head was directly on a chest, and everything from the smell from her skin to his own pressed against her just seemed perfect. And that was how they spent their usual 20-30 minute snuggle that night. Eventually a bra strap was lowered and it was time for him to breast feed. It still felt a bit awkward to be an adult being breastfed. But the moment milk made its way to his tongue, none of that mattered. Somewhere along the way he was pried off the nipple with a finger and then moved to the other one. To his credit he felt proud that he thought he drained the other one fully before falling asleep. (He didn’t even come close)

Ever since I went full-time into nappies I've been wearing terry nappies at night. I use 4ft terry squares, folded in the Chines fold, with an additional cloth soaker pad. This gives a big absorbent wodge of nappy between my legs, and it will easily last the night without leaking. I've always assumed this sort of set-up wouldn't really be practical for daytime wear. I can't get my knees together, and have to walk with a bit of a waddle. The nappy feels very bulky when I'm wearing it, so I've always assumed it would look pretty bulky from the outside too. But I like wearing terry nappies - that's what I was in when I was a real baby. So a couple of weeks ago I thought perhaps I'd give it a try for daytime wear. And guess what - they don't appear to be any more noticeable than the padded velcro nappies I was normally wearing during the day. I added a second soaker, which means I can usually get through the day until bedtime. They feel good, they're comfortable, they're babyish. I can only change into a terry nappy lying down, which means I can't change in most public toilets, but then I rarely do that anyway. So far I've been out and about walking the dog, doing the weekly shop, staying overnight in a hotel, attending an ABDL event last weekend, and in about an hour I'm off to my local hospital for a blood test. All this in a big terry nappy with a bit of a waddle, feeling little and feeling good. And nobody's going to notice. I've usually been carrying a couple of spare nappy pins and a Snappi just in case of catastrophic failure, but it's not happened yet (touch wood!). In a few weeks I'll be changing out of dungarees and into shorts for the summer months. I doubt I can get away with my terry nappies under shorts, but I'll give it a try anyway. Mummy will soon tell me if they're too obvious!

I think this is the crux of it. For at least a portion of the incontinence community, their situation feels like a curse, that was in no way self-imposed or wished for, so for them, people who envy their "defective plumbing" are the equivalent of disability fetishists who would roll around a mall in a wheelchair just to enjoy being helpless and assisted with doors or what have you. And, they definitely don't want to be conflated with incontinence or diaper fetishists themselves, so they have a visceral reaction to anything that smells like that. I would liken it to age play & diaper fetishists reacting to people who are underage in chat rooms and such - the response is immediate and harsh, because they generally hate being conflated with people who prey on minors, so they want kids out of the room, pronto. I don't know that there is any way to change this. There are people who will never accept the "legitimacy" of any incontinence that isn't the result of a verifiable physiological process. They probably need their spaces, and we need ours. Our spaces are open to the open-minded among them, but someone who goes into one of our forums or chat rooms and says "You're all pretenders living in a fantasy land" also gets shouted down pretty quickly. On the other hand, people who have been involuntarily stricken with incontinence, but then try to figure out a way to live with it, and who start to enjoy the whimsical, high-quality breadth of ABDL product offerings, are always welcome here. In my opinion, it's their loss, if they want to keep their world small and strictly policed. Ours is bigger and more open, and our diapers work better, and we are experts at enjoying life, whereas many of them just want to talk about how awful it is. I recall reading an article a while back about a lady who suffered a spinal injury as a result of being assaulted during a robbery, who was delivering a victim impact statement on her experience. She said that her life had been ruined, because although she had regained her mobility, she was now living with urinary incontinence, and as a result, could not leave the house, could not enjoy time with her friends, couldn't go on vacations, and could barely even do her own shopping. I thought to myself, wow, I know some people - you people - who could really help this lady out of this dark place she finds herself in, if only there were a way to build a bridge between her and us. I am fortunate to not have sustained a spinal injury, but regardless, myself or any number of you could sure coach this lady on how to live a full life while wearing plastic underpants.

The magic effectively does what Michelle explained - the more immaturely he acts, the more he regresses - though she didn't mention that it also causes immature acts to feel really good, incentivizing him to do them more often. ... Chapter 8 Jamie suckled absently on the large rubber bulb of his pacifier, content. He had his legs up, lying back on Michelle’s bed, and smiled while she ran a warm baby wipe over his skin, cleaning up the muck he’d pushed into his diaper there during their grown-up time. She’d already gotten dressed, putting her clothes back on while he laid on the bed, half snoozing, exhausted and deliriously happy. He’d made the right choice in coming to Michelle. She knew how to look after him, how to keep him a grown up. They’d just had a grown-up experience, after all–Littles didn’t have ess-ee-ex, so their time together, him eating her out while he messed himself and spurted into his diaper? That had to have bought him quite a bit of maturity. “I’ll have to go get you more diapers soon,” Michelle told him, humming softly as she sprinkled powder over his parts. Despite the recent orgasm, he still grew hard at her touch, standing up an inch tall under her fingers. “I think the pharmacy nearby has a few diaper options in your size–would you prefer bunnies or unicorns?” He raised an eyebrow at her–was that a trick question? “Whi’ duh…” he began, though he trailed off when she giggled. “Take your paci out, silly boy,” she chided, though the correction was gentle. He removed it, asking again, “Which is more grown up?” “Oh, well,” Michelle said, tapping a finger on her chin. “That’s a good question–maybe we should go with princesses, just to be safe?” He nodded seriously. “That’s smart!” “Princess Pampers it is,” Michelle declared, folding the new diaper up between his legs. Even over his erection, she had no trouble taping it down–he barely made a bump. “Wait here while I get you some new clothes, okay?” He nodded, lowering his legs, caught off guard by how comfortable he felt with Michelle. She really was perfect–caring, attentive, the smartest grown up he knew. She’d done everything she could to keep Jamie safe from the curse that threatened to regress him into a Little, and more than that, she’d done it without ever making him feel bad for the regression that’d already happened. She returned from her closet a moment later, holding up a pair of duck-print footie pajamas. The white fabric had bright yellow rubber ducks printed haphazardly all over the material, and three shiny buttons held a diaper flap in place, ensuring easy changes. “This should fit you just right,” she assured him, lifting the garment discerningly, as though eyeballing the size against his form. Jamie’s brow furrowed. That seemed…off, somehow. “Erm…hold on,” he started. “It’s on the back,” Michelle interjected, before he could form the question properly. He turned his head to the side, more confused than ever. “Huh?” She turned it around, emphasizing the zipper. “The zip-up, it’s on the back,” she explained. “You were going to ask how you’d put it on, right?” (Was I?) He concentrated, trying to think what his objection was. But…it had to be the zipper, Michelle knew what he was going to think before he thought it. “Okay,” he mumbled, nodding. “Sit up,” she instructed, crouching to help guide his legs into the footie PJs. “It’s pretty late out, and I’m not sure if you should try to go out alone–you shouldn’t cross the street without a grown up to hold your hand.” He sat up, slipped his legs in, leaning forward so she could shimmy the pajamas over his diaper. “‘S not safe,” he agreed. “But I’d look both ways.” “Such a smarty pants,” she praised, ruffling his hair a little as she pulled the pajamas up, gentle as she pulled his hand through one sleeve at a time, before finishing by clipping his pacifier to the front. “But just to be extra safe, why don’t you spend the night here? I’ll need to change your diaper in the morning anyway, so that’ll be a lot nicer and easier, won’t it?” The flannel PJs were warm and cozy, like a blanket wrapped around his whole body. And she had a point–why go home, just to come back in the morning to get diaper help from a grown up? “I oughtta stay,” he agreed, nodding. “Such a smart boy.” She took his cheek in her hand, turning his head to look at her. “I’m so proud of you, Jamie–you’re doing better than I ever imagined.” He beamed at her adulation. “Thanks, Mommy!” Instantly, he flushed, clapping both hands over his mouth. Had he just– Michelle’s eyes widened in surprise, and she raised a few fingers to her mouth. “Oh, Jamie…” “I–” he started, shaking his head. It was only their first date, they didn’t really even know each other! Sure, she was smart, and pretty, and wonderful, but everyone knew you didn’t break out the M word that quickly. “I’m sorry, it just–” Michelle’s eyes sparkled, a little wet. Was she crying? “I didn’t mean to make you sad!” he said quickly. “I’m sorry, just–” Grabbing him, Michelle pulled Jamie into a tight hug, arms wrapped around him in a possessive squeeze. “Oh, Jamie, my sweet little boy,” she said, petting his head, fingers lacing into his hair, holding his head tightly. “Please, don’t apologize. I’m happy for you to call me Mommy.” He was shocked–he’d moved too fast, and it had just blurted out, but…she was happy? But she’d been teary eyed, so… It didn’t make sense. But, he realized, it didn’t need to make sense, at least not to him. Michelle understood, and she was smarter than him. Squeezing her back, resting his head against her breasts, he nodded. “Okay, Mommy.” They held each other like that, in a tight embrace, for several long moments. It was Jamie that pulled away first–not because he wanted to end the hug, but because between the flannel and Michelle’s body, he was getting a little hot. Reaching down, Michelle zipped up his pajamas, buttoning a little flap down over the zipper cover. “If you need to take this off, just let me know, okay? Mommy can get the zip for you.” He nodded happily, glad to have her to handle those problems for him. She stood back, admiring him, a smile spread across her face so warm and gentle that she seemed almost to glow. “You’re so cute,” she said, eyes widening as she had an idea. “Hold still!” He frowned, uncertain, wondering what she was up to. She hurried to her dresser, producing a brush and a small object that she kept hidden in her palm. Returning to the bed, she sat down next to Jamie, patting her lap with her half-closed hand. “Up,” she instructed, and with her arm she helped guide Jamie to sit on her lap. Humming into his ear, she raised the brush, running it through his long hair, pulling out all the tangles and smoothing out the mess. “What did you get?” he asked her, trying to turn his head to look, but Mommy turned his head and kept his eyes forward. “I’ll show you,” she promised, first raising a hand to his head. Jamie felt a little tug on his hair, not hard enough to hurt, just a bit of pressure, before she reached down and raised his pacifier, plopping it between his lips. Automatically, he suckled down, feeling the ambient bliss that the soother always gave. Leaning to the side, Michelle scooped her phone up off the dresser, raising it and turning on the camera in selfie mode. She lifted the device, and showed them off together–her in her typical adult clothes, him in his adorable footie PJs, diaper bulging obviously around the midsection, pacifier planted between his lips, and a matching yellow bow pinned onto his long, silky hair. He looked cuter than he’d ever realized, with a face more slender and soft than he had remembered–it had to be a photo filter, something Mommy had installed, but he liked how it made him look. Beaming, Michelle captured the picture, saving their moment together forever. ... Support the author! Not only do you get early access to my writing, you get early access to the next chapter of Under Lock & Key, the comic book I'm co-creating with Hofbondage! The first three pages are already up on my platforms and page four comes out tomorrow. ^^ https://reamstories.com/peculiarchangelingabdl https://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling

Chapter 37: Reconsideration Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess “Mrs Clarke…” “Yes, Prime Minister?” “I… apologise for my behaviour yesterday.” “I accept your apology.” I replied, my heart feeling like it was going to beat through my chest at any moment. But no matter how much my anxiety was killing me right now, I held on to my emotions and tried to sound as professional as possible. This was an important conversation and I couldn’t mess it up. It had been an exhausting day. Once I finished with Faith, I went back to check on Charlie, to see if she was feeling any different. And after lots of cuddle time with her, I headed back to LIBRA HQ, where I continued to run things. It was shortly after I arrived back at LIBRA HQ that the Prime Minister tried to get in touch with me, telling Dotty that he needed to speak to me as soon as possible. Now… I could have returned the Prime Minister’s follow-up call straight away… but I wanted to leave him sweating for a bit, so I waited until late this evening to contact him. This meant that we managed to free a few littles from police custody that afternoon during that time, as they were on the way to be processed in an adoption centre far from the protests. The police had tried to sneak them through, knowing that the protests would prevent them from processing them at any nearby centres. But thanks to our intel, we had people mobilise and stop the police vans, freeing the littles inside. There were a few incidents on the west side of the city, but we managed to keep control, the police losing ground once again and having to fall back. The people had spoken. They wanted the government held accountable for their betrayal. They wanted littles to gain the rights we so desperately deserve. And now that we have the support of the majority of Amazons, we actually had… power. Sure, this was just seen as ‘unrest’ due to ‘unruly littles’ on all foreign news channels, they all attributed this unrest to my election win, using this turmoil to further their own anti-little agenda. But a part of me hoped that maybe our little rebellion may just plant the seeds in other countries, maybe leading to those changing their laws regarding littles and their adoption. But that was a future worry. For now, we still had this fight on our hands. The police were losing ground, the media were in a frenzy, attacking us from all sides, trying to turn people against us, but finally… no one was listening to them. People were thinking for themselves. Amazons stood shoulder to… well… okay, we barely reach their thighs but still, you get the idea. We had a chance at real change and this was the most important fight in our lifetimes. I just… I just wish I had Charlie with me right now. At least she’s awake now, and back to normal. “I would like to meet.” The Prime Minister said down the phone, sounding… nervous. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting him to call this soon. I figured it would have taken him a while to get to this stage, but no… here he was, grovelling. At least I’d like to imagine he is grovelling, it’s a pleasant thought after everything he’s put me through. “You’ll excuse me if I don’t feel safe meeting with you at this current time.” I replied. “You’ll have to… if you want me to even consider passing this bill of yours through the Commons.” He replied. “And you’ll just have me arrested as soon as I step foot in any public venue.” “Your arrest warrant has been withdrawn. I promise you, you will be treated fairly… as if you were one of us.” “One of who? See, Mr Prime Minister, this is why you’re losing the support of people. You still see it as you vs us. Amazons vs littles. When we’re more similar than you think.” “Sorry… I… I mean you’ll be treated fairly. I promise.” “Sorry if your promises mean nothing to me, but if I am to meet you… I’ll be bringing the people with me. You try anything and the public will react.” “I understand. I’ve scheduled an emergency hearing at the Commons tomorrow. ALL MPs must attend. That includes you…” He growled, sounding annoyed. “So I’m still an MP?” I asked, with all the snark I could muster. “You were elected, weren’t you?” He replied to that, sighing. “I’ll be there. But again, I’d just like to remind you what happened the last time one of our party tried to adopt me. You understand that if you do arrest me after promising my safety, this will go from protesting… to something much worse.” “I understand. No one will arrest or adopt you, Mrs Clarke. If you don’t turn up, however…” “I understand. I’ll be there.” I cut him off before he could make yet another threat towards me. “See you tomorrow then.” He said, hanging up the phone in frustration. I sighed and clutched my head, my anxiety was causing my heart to pound a mile a minute and I knew it was only going to be a hundred times worse tomorrow. “You think he will actually keep his word?” Dotty asked, turning around in her chair. “No idea. But he knows what will happen if he doesn’t.” I shrugged. “We can’t keep you safe if you enter the House of Commons. They’ll have guards there. Ones with guns.” “Then move the protests there. But order them to be civil. We don’t want anyone getting hurt, and we want to appear reasonable and open to discussion… but we need to have a show of force in case the Prime Minister goes back on his word.” “I think we can manage that.” Dotty grinned up at me from her workstation. “Liv… one second…” I heard heavy footsteps jogging behind me as I walked down the corridor to my room, where I had hoped to try and get some rest for tomorrow, as no doubt it would be the most important, but also the most difficult, day so far. “Yeah, Claire? What’s up?” I asked, turning around to look up at my Amazon friend hovering over me. “We didn’t get a chance to talk about Charlie.” “What about her?” I asked. “Is she okay? Is she… you know… herself?” “Seems like it.” I replied, shrugging. “She seems like her normal self.” “I’m glad. Did the machine help Faith at all? I know we handed it to her so she could reverse engineer its effects, did she get anything from it?” “I… yeah, she did. She managed to fix Charlie thanks to it. So thank you!” “Oh good! I’m glad. So… what’s happening to that machine? It’s… it's a dangerous piece of equipment. We should get it back here and lock it up.” “I… I’d rather it not be here, Claire.” I said, sounding as serious as I could. I wasn’t going to back down on this, and I didn’t want her trying to convince me. “Why?” “Because it’s too dangerous. It can rewrite any Amazon’s or little’s mind.” “So what’s happening to it?” “I… dismantled it.” “You…? But…” “It’s… gone. All we need to do now is make sure any copies or design documents are destroyed too, as well as ensure that Chris never gets a chance to create another. Do you know who designed it?” “I… well it was a little here, in fact. But she thought she was creating the device to help LIBRA, not help Chris’ insane plans. Once it was finished, Chris took control of the project and booted her from it.” “Then I’d like to meet this little, make sure she’s not siding with Chris in all this, so that this never gets recreated.” “...Okay. I trust you, Liv.” Claire sighed, smiling at me. “I’ll keep an eye on her for now, but I’ll schedule a meeting for you, with her, tomorrow, before you go to your emergency meeting.” “Thanks Claire. I’m glad I have such good friends I can trust.” She nodded and smiled again, before walking off, leaving me alone outside my room. “I better get some sleep. Maybe… maybe I’ll give Charlie a call before I do though. I… I miss her.” I said to myself. ------------------------------------ “Hey, my love. What are you doing up so late?” Charlie asked, sounding groggy on the other end of the phone. I had retreated to my private little room, closing the door and locking it to ensure I had some privacy, before laying on my makeshift bed, fully clothed still. “Me? You sound like you’re more tired than me!” I replied. “I just had a nap.” “Oh shit, did I wake you?” “No, I… I had a bad dream. I was awake anyway.” “What about?” “I… it’s nothing, sweetie.” “Are you sure? You know I’m always here…” “I know, my love, but I’m fine. Just… flashbacks of what I did to you.” Charlie said, sounding upset. “It wasn’t you…” “I know, but it… it still bothers me. All those times I thought I was going to meet my publisher, only to have my mind slowly rewritten by that arsehole…” “It’s okay now, Char. You’re back to normal. And everything that happened didn’t stick.” “You mean your hypnosis? You were still affected, Liv. The humiliation and fear you must have endured…” “Shush. It’s not your fault. It wasn’t you.” “Ha. The nightmares say otherwise.” “I promise you, Charlie, it’s okay!” I said, trying to comfort my wife. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise you that. But anyway, you never answered my question. What are you doing up so late?” She asked. “I called the Prime Minister back, finally. He’s calling an emergency meeting tomorrow in the Commons. ALL MPs are required to attend.” “Including you?” “Including me.” “What about…?” “Being arrested? Apparently not an issue. But we’re arranging the protests to move there just in case.” “Liv… I don’t like that. It sounds like a trap.” “It probably is. But I have to risk it.” “What about…?” “I’ve got a plan, Charlie. I promise, I’ll be okay if anything does happen. Trust me, I’ve been thinking a lot this past week, and I’ve come up with some safeguarding measures.” “I trust you, Olivia. Just… be careful, okay? I want my wife back when I get out of this hospital. I want to take you home, snuggle you, and never let you out of my sight.” There was an awkward pause, before she realised how she sounded. “Sorry! I… you know what I mean. I… didn’t mean to sound like I did before, I…” “Charlie, it’s okay. I understand. I think we’re both due some time to get back to our normal selves and our normal rhythm. Once this is all over, we’ll order takeout food all week, snuggle, watch movies, and play video games.” “Oh, so that’s the price I have to pay then? I have to play your games with you?” She laughed down the phone. “That… and you owe me like a billion kisses.” “A billion? Oh dear… does that include interest?” “No, you’ve got interest on that too. So you better get started as soon as we get home.” I smiled. She couldn’t see me smiling on a phone call, but I liked to think she could tell anyway. “I think I can manage that, my love. Just make sure you get home. If you end up getting adopted or arrested… no one will be able to stop me from getting you back.” “I don’t doubt that. I’d hate to be someone who gets in your way.” “I should let you get some sleep now, Liv. You’ve got a busy day tomorrow by the sounds of it. So please, promise me you’ll be careful. And be careful around that MP that tried to adopt you.” “Oh I can’t wait to see her face when I walk in tomorrow!” I joked. “I bet you can’t, you little minx. Just be careful, okay? Amazons will sink to any low to get what they want. Especially if it means getting to adopt a little. Their maternal instincts… she’ll do anything to adopt you.” “Don’t worry… I bet she’s had a change of heart since I last saw her. Plus after getting pinned in at the adoption centre when she tried to adopt me, I doubt she’ll be even considering trying to adopt me again, not with all the protesters outside. Remember, we have the backing of the majority of the people.” “The protests may be huge, Liv, but even then that isn’t the whole country. Otherwise the society would have come to a standstill.” Charlie said, making a good point. “I know, but that doesn’t mean they don’t support us. If our data is correct, we could have even bigger protests if the government tries to go any further with their plans at removing the rights of littles. And the protests we’ve had already have disrupted the country a lot this past week.” “I know, I just… I don’t want you to think you’re invincible, my love. You’re capable of great things, but you’re still just a vulnerable little girl inside. And it’s a Mumm… wife’s job to keep your feet on the ground and keep you safe.” “I know. I… I’ll be fine.” I replied, feeling a little more anxious now about the whole thing. “Now get some sleep, okay sweetie?” Charlie said, sounding worried. I could hear it in her voice, she was clearly worrying about me and I knew that there was nothing I could do about it. She always worries about me, but this… this sounded worse than usual. “If I can.” “How… How about a bedtime story? That usually helps you get to sleep? Oh… sorry… I… nah, it’s okay…” Charlie said, sounding guilty and backing down in an instant. “No…” I replied, taking a deep breath and gathering the courage to ask, “...that would be nice…” “Really?” Her voice perked up. “Okay then, why don’t you get snuggled up, then tell me when you’re ready.” ======================================================= Little in Love 2 just had it's epilogue on my SubscribeStar! My next Monstrum story starts up there on Sunday! Also thinking of opening up short story commissions now too finally, now that my writers block seems to have subsided. If you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! 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I've been fairly continuously in diapers for a while now. This morning I was doing something on the computer and fell a little trickle on my leg. Damn, my diaper must be leaking. Thought about it a second. Holy, crap. I forgot, I'm not wearing one. Oops.

Hey everyone! Well, this is the final chapter. It’s a bit shorter, but with what I have planned next, I think it ends on a pretty good note for these characters. Besides, nothing is written in stone that I can’t write another stuffy’s tale with these characters in the future as well. Now, I know some wanted one of the daycare workers to adopt Emma, but I think each of them was too engrained in their own ways and I hadn’t established their connection well enough by the end to even think of them as an alternative to take her in as their own. I also wanted to place more of an emphasis with this story on both Dash/Patch and Emma. Adding these more random characters of Jimmy and Lilly at the end I think allows for that. They are still part of the story, but because you don’t know them as well, you get the same trepidation about them as Emma and Dash/Patch might, while also being able to almost forget them in a sense yet know Emma is now in a good place. Of course they are important, but I don’t want anyone’s focus to come off them, and I think the way I did it, achieves that goal. Now, moving forward, I also did this, because like I said before, I am going to turn Emma’s perspective into a story itself. Rather than waiting though, I want to announce her that I am actually just going to write it next. I’ve already loosely plotted most of it out like I usually do, and I think it will serve as a nice side piece to this story, or another story in this original ‘trilogy’ of characters. Due to some time considerations, this story should be coming to you soon and quickly with each of the following chapters. Keeping that in mind, I know I’ve asked continually in this series for what you all want to read next, and I will acknowledge here and now that Emma’s perspective wasn’t on the list. So, I’ve decided that I won’t put up a poll of three in my next story and will do a new poll just for the stories of Tell Me More and the Bethany story. By the end, both were nearly tied for what you all seemed to want next. Along the same note, I also believe that I will ‘retire’ the age regression story for now in the next poll I do and will be sure to include another story that I think you all may enjoy as well. Next, I just want to say that I will also be updating the reference guide once again, but I think I’m going to do it in stages this go around. There wasn’t a lot to be added from this story, but I’ve been doing a little world building for the other stories I have been fleshing out in between these chapters and more definitely needs to be added now. Along the same note, thinking about some of my stories and that just listing out cities and states could be confusing, I have also created a map. For now, it’s just Libertalia and I’ve only made a few modifications to it, though many things may be subject to change as my stories progress. I’m trying to create a map of the entire world as a few of my future stories will definitely be more international, but it’s a smidge difficult when I want some of the land masses to change to fit my established narrative. Libertalia though is named differently, but the land mass is practically the same. The same can’t be said for a place like Catalon (our Spain) due to the earthquake that wiped out Atlantis being shifted more to the east. It’s a bit of a deeper dive, but all that will be explored in a future story. Finally, I just want to give a shoutout to anyone who supported and read this story. It’s definitely one of my least popular stories ever, but that’s okay. I had fun writing it, and at the end of the day, that’s why I do all this. All of your all’s comments are wonderful, but if the writer can’t have a little fun as well, I believe the stories would soon fail regardless. I hope my next story will prove to be more popular, but for those of you that read this one, I thank you very sincerely. And last but certainly not least, I hope everyone enjoys this next and final chapter of this story! Chapter 15: An Adoption and Some Sunshine Makes an Opening The feeling of Spring was in the air and as the gentle breeze floated past, white and pink cheery blossom petals reigned down on the car as Jimmy and Lilly got out to retrieve Emma and I from the rear. It had become routine, but today, we had been invited to another Little’s official adoption party. As the car door of the van opened and the beautiful day’s weather wafted in, I couldn’t believe that Emma’s own was already over six months ago. Today, however, her friend Jenny was being adopted to a wonderful new daddy that I had met on several occasions by now, after the two had met during recess one day at daycare. Of course, her stuffy, Victor, and I were pretty great friends by now and he just adored her, so all seemed nearly perfect with this new journey they were about to partake on. For us though, since Emma had been adopted by Lilly and Jimmy, life had spun about so quickly, and while it was a sad day when I left the daycare as a permanent resident, I was beyond thrilled to finally have a home of my own where I finally felt welcome. It was almost strange to be walking into someone else’s house as if you had lived here all your life the way they were treating us, but neither of us minded. Her bold new pink and purple nursery and a fresh batch of oatmeal cookies easily settled us both in pretty quickly to this new lifestyle. As the newly dubbed ‘Patch,’ I was also the talk of the daycare for months after my adventures in trying to save Emma and Pete. New toys could scarcely believe the tales Pete, Carmen, Tops, and Poodee would share about me when I wasn’t there. It was a little annoying at times when I walked around during naptimes and met a new toy to the daycare, but I was just happy I wasn’t the talk of everyone anymore due to my negative qualities. That old ‘Dash’ was now long gone, and my new persona only reveled in making Emma happy beyond her wildest dreams. I still used my messaging on her occasionally, but it was usually only to write some wrong that occurred in this complicated and messy world. Most of the time these days, that came in the form of some secretively hypnotic object or tv show. For example, last week, Emma was watching Lyle the Giraffe, which seemed innocent enough until she started drooling on herself and bouncing up and down on her heavily used diaper. It took three hours that night just to erase the twenty minutes that she had watched of that one show. Since then, though, Jimmy and Lilly had blocked the Pennycade Jr. channel, quite well-known for its heavily laced hypnotic programs that appealed to most Littles. Regardless though, things were pretty great, even on the Nancy front. Despite what had happened a few months ago, where Jimmy and Lilly really showed their commitment to Emma that night, she had long been put away. Emma still had an occasional nightmare about her, but they had largely ceased after we saw an… interesting update about her in the news. Somehow, after seeing that, I guessed that Emma was no longer truly scared of her anymore. Still, as Lilly helped her out of her car seat and realized she needed a quick change in the back seat, I knew the damage had already been done to Emma. Her vocabulary and enunciation of words had improved, but there were still several stumbling blocks with anything that seemed even slightly mature. Books like Mommy Does or The Little and His Friends Find Some Treasure were perfectly fine if she wasn’t stressed, but anything more and she just got Lilly to read it for her. Coordination, memory, and critical thinking skills also showed their own signs of issues but considering that most days Emma was just content to giggle and play with her friends, I just resigned to the fact that some things were okay being less complicated than they used to be. Then, once changed, Lilly popped Emma back on the ground and as she cleaned up, Jimmy took the Little’s free hand, my form being hugged tightly by her other. “Ready for the party, honey?” he asked in his usual sweet way. Small sayings and actions like that and considering all that had happened in the past six months, I was very happy with whom Emma ended up with. Emma nodded. “Yes! I can’t wait to pawty wiff my fwiends.” Okay… so maybe she still struggled with her ‘r’ and ‘th’ sounds, but she was definitely able to make her points better now without a translator. “Don’t forget your present, dear,” Lilly called out from the back, wrapping the final tape on the used diaper with the wipes tucked neatly inside. “I’ll get it,” Jimmy noted. Lilly nodded and went to dispose of the heavily used diaper nearby in the designated receptacle that all parks now possessed. It was all just routine for the two loving caregivers by now. Jimmy then went in the back seat and retrieved the purple package with dark lace ribbon entwined all around it. Of course, Lilly had wrapped the gift herself, but Emma was still there to lend a spare finger when she needed something held and had insisted on the color design herself. After all, it was for Jenny, and she was a little different than most Littles. Her daddy was also a little strange compared to other Bigs and ran the local theater, but Jenny took the cake for being different with other Littles. While Emma always chose playtimes involving tea parties or princesses, part of her conditioning or not I’ll never know, but Jenny always chose things like playing a mad doctor or everyone going on a monster hunt. I thought it was hilarious and Victor had finally found a Little that loved him for who he was, so she was alright in my book. As we all strolled into the park to find the other guests, I was feeling nervous in a way that I hadn’t felt in months. Life was pretty simple between playtimes and events at the daycare lately. It was all so simplistic but living in the same town that she had before, Emma was bound to meet other Littles… including Charley… and Hop. At first, I couldn’t believe it when I found out the two Littles, my past and current Little, were friends. Apparently, when Emma was feeling bad after her progression and Nancy had laid into her one day, the two had met at this very park. It was a popular spot for Littles, so it just made sense. Still, I was a little shocked when she had told me one day that she had met another really interesting stuffy that Charley had named Hop. Of course, she had no way of knowing about our past connection, but I still dreaded the day that one day, we might meet. Seeing Monica, Charley, Hop, and Leo, his newest stuffy, all over there offloading their own gift for Jenny, I knew that day had finally arrived. I braced for the worst. Still, that potentially climactic moment was able to be put on hold as the Littles all opened up the presents first and then ate a whole bunch of chicken nuggets and mac n’ cheese, as per tradition it felt like at events like these… I mean, heavens above help a Little who was lactose intolerant around here. Regardless though, after a barrage of fun and excitement, the Littles now had energy to burn and as Jenny’s new daddy had suggested, a game of tag might just be what everyone needed before most everyone had their traditional afternoon nap. So, all us toys were left on the picnic table while the Littles went off to play. Almost immediately, once everyone was off and distracted by the Littles playing, Hop turned to me with a glare. “Well, well, well… if it isn’t my old pal, Dash…” he said, clearly remembering our negative times together almost a year ago now. “It’s Patch actually,” I corrected. I wasn’t sure if Hop just didn’t know or was calling me my old name to remind me of my old mistakes. “Oh, really?” he asked, almost mockingly. “Hey,” Pete intervened, Vivian having brought him as well today. In fact, many of us daycare stuffy’s were here today, and I could see them tense up as Hop and I faced each other once again. “Ease up, Hop. This here is Patch now. He’s a changed toy.” Hop eye’s focused in on me as he began to get closer. I felt like a specimen under a microscope, and I could see everyone holding their breath practically as he stopped in front of me. The last time we had been this close was in our fateful duel back at daycare. I felt so superior and smug back then, but with his extra height with his raised ears and my patchwork body now, that feeling was long gone. “Hmmm…” he muttered, seemingly contemplating the new stuffy that he now saw before him. “I thought I heard some rumors about you in the Oasis room with Charley, but I thought they were just that. Did you really rescue Pete at the repair shop and pull a Little out of a catatonic state?” I let out a little breath, feeling like I wasn’t going to get pummeled anymore for my past misdeeds by my former crib mate. “I did. In fact,” I then subtly referenced to Emma over by the others, “that’s her.” Hop looked over at Emma in her yellow and white springtime dress that did little to hide the diapers she was wearing underneath as she bent over and tried to hide behind a bush. It was almost cute, if not a little sad thinking that she was once a fully functioning adult in a past life. As stuffy’s, we just had to ignore those types of thoughts, but they still popped in on occasion. “Cute. Emma, right?” he then asked, his more damaged ear slightly twitching as he swung back to face me. I nodded. “Yep. That’s her. I think it’s actually Emily, but I haven’t heard her be called that since her adoption papers were signed. I honestly don’t even know if she would respond to it anymore.” Curiously, the tension seemed to leave Hop’s body and he even smiled. “Yeah… Charley’s kind of like that as well,” Hop mused about our former Little. “Someone called him Charles the other day in the Oasis room, and he just kept right on playing with me. Took a tap on his shoulder for him to finally turn around.” I really wasn’t sure how to respond right then to what Hop had just told me, but I did recognize the feeling bubbling up in my gut: guilt. When I met Charley, he was regressing for sure, Hop was at least partially responsible for that, but I pushed him even further to the brink of what was possible for a Little to withstand. I still felt the guilt over what I did to Charley, and the fact that he still couldn’t recognize his own full name after almost a year ate at me from my very core. I think Hop noticed. “It’s okay… Patch…” Hop sighed. “I know it was a long time ago, and if any of the dozen or so rumors about you I’ve heard are true, you’ve truly changed. I might not fully forgive what you did to him, but I recognize a change when I see one. I have to at least respect that, especially given what I’ve heard you’ve gone through.” “All true, Hop. Every one of the rumors,” Carmen chimed in with her note of support. I smiled back over at my friend. “Right. Exactly,” Hop said with almost a hint of relief. “So, don’t sweat what you did back then any more than you have to. I mean, besides, half of your conditioning at the end kind of wore off there. The other half… to be honest, I think he would be like he is right now whether you were in life or not.” I looked at him questioningly. “What do you mean by that?” “Well,” Hop began, “with all those darn hypnotic shows and drug-laced food out now, I don’t think he would have been much better off anyway. Like, just as an example, Monica wanted to get him this favorite treat the other day at the mall. It was all fine and tasty, but Charley could barely speak much above drooling on himself before she realized the cinnamon bites were spiked with something. Stupid pro-Big small business or something like that apparently…” “Oh yikes,” I grimaced. “I’ll have to keep that in mind with Emma. She’s always wanting something sweet and the last thing that Jimmy or Lilly need right now is another setback with her.” Hop nodded. “Yeah… heard about Nancy… sorry about that…” I sighed, remembering back to a few months ago. “Thanks. Not a fun time, but from what we’ve seen, she’s well taken care of now.” Several of the nearby stuffy’s chuckled at that. It wasn’t hard for most to see her current life right now and most reveled in what they saw if they could. “You know… it’s kind of weird now that I think about it…” Hop mused. “What?” Hop might have been my old enemy, but I always did respect his ability to plan things out. Even without my faster core processes, he was able to eventually outwit me during our duel and keep Charley above the level of regression I wanted him to be at. In an odd sort of way, I was kind of grateful for that at this stage. If he hadn’t been so successful, Charley would have likely just ended up as another permanent resident of the Burrows room. Seeing it from the inside now myself and with Emma, I wouldn’t wish that fate on my worst enemy. Hop sighed. “I don’t know… just that most Littles’ products all seem to take them down to roughly about the same base age.” Several of the other stuffy’s nodded. “Just weird and all…” “It’s a conspiracy,” Sarge added gruffly from nearby, most just rolling their eyes over his comment. “Right… next, you’re going to say that the portal Littles government made some secret bargain with the government here to get fresh Littles every year,” Pete joked. We all laughed at the notion, but quietly, I wasn’t so sure myself just how much we should all be laughing. I mean, it was a conspiracy theory that had been passed around the daycare for a long time now, but it still wasn’t like the whole ‘mole men living under New Eboracum City’ theory. Besides, knowing this society, I really wouldn’t have put it past them to ensure something like that did in fact happen to Littles. Regardless, we all continued to talk for a while as Hop and I caught up on various events of our lives since we had parted. In the distance though, I could see a few Littles were starting to nod off, right on cue for their naptime, but the other more energetic Littles also just spurned them on further. Still, I knew our stuffy alone time was going to be limited now. Pretty soon, Emma was going to need a change, a snack, and then a nap on the ride home. “Just out of curiosity,” Hop began again, “what made you change your ways? Are you telling me it was just one Little that did all… this?” His own paw gestured to my whole being. I sighed. “Well, kind of, but also… you were basically the start of it all…” “Me?” Hop asked surprisedly. “Yeah…” I nodded. “I mean, you forced me to flee the daycare, or face punishment, so I ran right into the teeth of Buster.” “Oh… right…” Hop even began to sport a smile at the reminder. “Yeah, well, all this,” I said gesturing to all my stitches and patches, “kind of hurt, but it hurt my electronics more. Almost caught on fire a few times after, and then, Pete found me. Really low time and all, but I eventually took a chance in treating Littles his way instead.” Hop chuckled. “Yeah. That’s about when I found out about you. Admittedly, I almost came over to get you and then toss you in the garbage myself, but I just kept hearing about all your little misadventures as well. Is it true you were almost completely lost in the mud pits outside after a Little threw you in them?” I nodded. “Yep, and his name was Travis. He ended up okay, but then, my next Little was Emma…” “And the rest is history, huh?” he asked without a hint of sarcasm, a smile even forming over his face as he viewed Charley and Emma, who now both seemed to be playing with each other. “Definitely, and it’s all just been a journey after my run in with Buster. I’m sorry for what I did to Charley… probably will every day for the rest of my existence, but in the end, it all led me to Emma…” Hop smiled at me and patted me on the shoulder. “I’m happy for you, Patch. And, no regrets, right?” I thought about it for a moment through all my pain and the suffering of others. It was a long road to get here, but finally, Nancy was taken care of, I had a real home, and Emma was safe and happy in her new life with her new caregivers. I hoped one day they would even be referred to as ‘mommy’ or ‘daddy’ in more than just Emma’s mumblings while she dreamt, but for now, all felt right and just as it should be. So, I shook my head. “Nope. Not a single one.” We both smiled at each other and looked out over to our Littles playing in a sandbox together now. Naptime and likely cranky Littles would be just around the corner, but in that moment, yes, I regretted nothing and everything was about as right as it should be.

Lady is way over reacting IMO. As long as the ABDL event is kept seperate from the kid playtime I don't see a problem. And the article made it clear it was kept seperate. 🤷‍♀️ It would be awesome to have an ABDL event like that, especially if it was adult-sized (and sorry not sorry, no under 18s allowed! this play time is just for the adult kids!) . If I ever win the lottery and have Fuck All levels of money, I'd build a huge adult-sized play place.

Chapter 60 – Cornered [7:00 PM] Kelly’s phone binged and a notification dropped down from the top of the screen, causing her to swipe out of the social media app she was using, and over to her text messages. It was someone named Martha, which caused Kelly to furrow her eyebrows for a moment. Right… Chris’s assistant. What the hell does she want? Martha: Chris and I are going into a dinner meeting, so I wanted to follow up by text, I hope you don’t mind. Has there been any further news about Zack? Kelly thought about what she should say in response. They knew he was in the downtown hospital, and he was a lame child on a scooter – surly to God they would be retrieving him momentarily. Kelly: They know where he is. He’s safe. Tell Chris to concentrate on his meeting. I am handling this. Martha: Let us know if you need help with anything. Kelly rolled her eyes and decided not to reply. Help? From Los Angeles? Sure. She got up off the bench she’d been waiting on, eyeing a coughing child suspiciously. She rapped on the mirrored glass of the security office. After a beat too long, the invisible door opened again. “We haven’t heard anything further, ma’am. I will let you know as soon as we do.” “Well, can someone give me a ride to the downtown campus, then? Apparently I need to do your jobs for you.” “The shuttle stops running at six, ma’am. You would have to take a cab.” “Fantastic. You’re doing a great job. Do you at least have a pen? Can I leave you my phone number?” Kelly’s heels clicked as she strode away from the security office without looking back. She opened a rideshare app on her phone and tapped in the name of the downtown hospital, while making her way towards the main entrance of the hospital. While she waited for a white compact car to pick her up, she looked back and forth along the curb lane, spotting the sign for the shuttle bus that was no longer running, the one Zack had fled in. Little bastard. This was supposed to be a relaxing week at the cottage, not a game of hide and seek in the city. _________ [8:00 PM] After doing prolonged battle with suburban traffic headed into the city for the nightlife, the rideshare vehicle pulled up in front of the downtown hospital, finding a spot along the busy curb. Pedestrians streamed along the sidewalk, some of them looking dressed for the theatre, and some looking like they’d recently been released from prison. Kelly looked up and down the street, and shuddered. What the hell does Zack want down here? It makes no sense. She walked up to the entrance of the hospital and was greeted by the security guard standing there, who waved her by. His job was not to keep people who looked like her out of the lobby. She rolled her eyes as she walked past him. Doing a great job here, too. Kelly saw the information desk and was going to approach the young man behind it, in his square glasses, but then she saw an overweight female security guard making her way across the lobby towards what she realized was the security desk, so Kelly veered that way, catching her just as she was about to reach across the desk. “Hey, I’m hoping you can help me – I had security at the children’s hospital call you earlier. I’m looking for my son, Zack Fischer – he’s eleven, riding a scooter, has a broken ankle. Ring a bell?” The lady let out a grunt. “That’s your kid, is he? Well, it’s good to have his name. He came through here maybe an hour ago – he took off when I tried to get his attention. I’ve been running around the building ever since. Can’t figure out where he’s got to. He has to be somewhere. Was there someone he was coming here to see?” Kelly squinted at the winded guard. “He took off, did he? On his scooter? With his broken ankle?” The guard’s face hardened. “Yes, ma’am, he did. Long, smooth hallways in buildings like these. He was able to get some momentum. As I was saying, would you happen to know why your child came to my hospital this evening?” Kelly rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t matter why he’s here, what matters is where he is right now. I’d assumed you’d have sorted that out, being on the security team in a big city hospital. Have you searched all the floors? Locked the exits?” It was the guard’s turn to roll her eyes, although she resisted doing so. “Ma’am, hundreds of people come and go from this building every hour. We have not locked any doors. We did conduct a search of the public areas, which are the places he could have gotten to, without a pass. Nobody has seen him on any of the floors. If you want to take this search beyond that scope, I would suggest that you call the police. I can do it for you, if you like – we have a direct line, as I’m sure you can imagine.” The guard could almost hear Kelly changing gears, as her voice lightened up and her eyes opened wider. “No, no, no, we don’t need to involve the police, I’m sure they’re very busy, and Zack isn’t a criminal, he’s just a scared child who’s tired of being poked and prodded. Could you maybe have another look around? Or ask one more time if anyone has seen him?” The guard raised her eyebrows and tilted her head. Kelly’s abrupt change in manner was curious, but she didn’t have time to think about it – there were lots of other issues to attend to, besides this runway kid. “I’ll announce a Code Yellow – a missing patient – on the PA system, and describe him. If any employee has seen him, they’ll call the security desk. Can you describe him in detail? He’s wearing blue pajamas or something, correct?” “A blue romper, yes. He’s eleven, about four feet and a couple of inches tall, blond, his scooter is silver.” The guard walked around and down a hallway, reappearing a minute later inside the security office. She picked up a telephone and dialed a few digits, and then there was a chirp that echoed in the wider lobby, emanating from the ceiling. “Attention, attention, code yellow, all floors, code yellow, all floors. Subject is a male child, eleven, riding a knee scooter, blond hair, blue one-piece outfit. If you have seen anyone matching that description, please call the main security desk.” She hit a button on the phone, and the message repeated two more times. “While we’re waiting to hear if anyone has seen him, do you maybe want to go over and talk with Reese in the information booth? He was chatting with your son before he took off.” “Oh? I’d like that, yes.” Kelly turned and walked purposefully towards the information booth, elbowing her way in front of the desk from the side, rather than waiting behind the lineup of three people, all standing behind an elderly Asian man who was inquiring as to where the radiology department was, but seemed to actually have an appointment for an MRI, which was on a different floor. “Excuse me, hi, Reese? Sorry to interrupt – this is important. You spoke with my son earlier, and he’s missing. Can you tell me what he said to you?” Reese looked at Kelly, and then directed his gaze back at the gentlemen. “Sir, MRI is not on the same floor as radiology. You need to go to the basement, B2 – take the blue elevators. Turn right and follow the green dots on the floor – they go directly to the MRI front desk.” The man nodded, but still seemed confused, and shuffled away, giving Kelly a sideways glance. “Excuse me, REESE, we are talking about a MISSING CHILD here – can I get some assistance please? Or would you rather be interviewed by the police?” Reese took a step back. “I’m not going to be yelled at, lady – I’m a volunteer here.” “Listen, Reese, I didn’t mean to raise my voice. You can understand this is stressful – a young, injured child is missing. It would be good to know what he said to you, and what you told him.” Reese’s face thawed a couple of degrees, and he walked back up to the desk. He pulled a sticky note off of the counter next to the phone, turned it, and stuck it back to the counter in front of Kelly. “He wanted to talk to his dad, and he needed a pair of scissors for some reason. He left a message for his dad, and then we went over to emerge for the scissors. Some lady called back and asked for him, and then there was a man on the phone, but then the kid took off when security started yelling at him.” “And that’s it? What did the man on the phone say?” “He asked if he could speak to security, so I told him to dial back into the switchboard and ask for them.” “And which way did my son go when he took off?” Reese pointed around the side of the desk toward a hallway off the back of the lobby. “He went down that hall.” “Where does it go?” Kelly asked. “Everywhere, basically – to the elevator banks, maintenance, the admin offices. You can get anywhere in here from there.” “Is there a back exit?” “Not really – there’s loading docks back there, and emergency exits, but the public entrances face Roosevelt and Forty-Second.” Kelly turned without thanking Reese and fast-walked back over to the security desk. The guard was already watching her walk over, and was waiting for her questions. “If someone goes out an emergency exit, does it sound an alarm?” Kelly asked. “At the door itself, yes, but not a wide alarm – people go through them all the time, to get out to the loading docks and the trash compactors.” “Do you have cameras out in that area?” “Not all over it, but we cover the gate to the area.” “Can you check them? They checked the cameras at the Children’s hospital for me.” “That system is much newer – ours do record, but, checking them is a laborious process. You’d have to call my supervisor if you want someone to do that, and I pretty much guarantee you, she will request that you have the police ask.” Kelly swore under her breath. “Have you heard back from anyone as to if they’ve seen him?” “Two people called, both from places adjacent to the lobby. They saw him at the same time I did. Nobody on any of the floors has called.” Kelly looked at her watch: 8:12 pm. She felt herself in the crosshairs of an unfolding crisis that she was losing control of.

Hello, I am a Mommy in the UK who has friends all over the world. I have been a caregiver for quite some years now, to my little squishy. I am a trained musician and also trained in mental and public health. I will say more about myself as I learn about this site, for the moment I am learning about it.

I have suffered with Nocturia for some time now - an irritating side effect of an enlarged prostate and just getting old. I probably have to wake to pee two or three times a night. Often I struggle to get back to sleep and have been losing a lot of sleep as a result. I use diapers during the day now because I suffer with urge incontinence, which came on as a result of the enlarged prostate worsened by a stroke. I'd not taken to wearing diapers at night (recreational purposes aside!!) because I was still getting to the loo without peeing the bed. However - a chat with my doctor revealed something that was blindingly obvious really: although I wasn't peeing the bed, I was experiencing massive stress as I was waking up bursting for a pee and needing to rush to the loo, barely making it. It was this stress that was leaving me wide awake and hence preventing me getting back to sleep. Wearing protection may prevent the stress, I was told. The results are clear - I definitely get more and better sleep if I wear a diaper. I wake, I pee, I sleep! Sleep is so important and wearing a diaper has really improved my nights. Fatigue is a real problem since my stroke and this has probably been the most effective measure I've found so far. I'm not one of those who wants to lose control, I've always been happy to keep my diaper 'hobby' separate to my day-to-day existence, but with my current health 'challenges' wearing diapers has made my life less stressful and better day and night. I was going to post this in the medical incontinence thread, but thought that Nocturia is a more general problem. Also - if you're looking for an excuse to wear at night!!

So i Get if you are involuntarily incon not wanting to hang out with ABDL. They do have their own space here but so many come into our space to bash and gatekeep and that is also inappropriate. If our desire offends you don't come in here. What I do does not effect them in any way so i really do not care how my desires make them feel when I am posting in an appropriate forum.

I sew a terrycloth liner into a diaper flannel flat. Then I use Zorb booster pads on top of that.

You know what might sound weird, I have started to wear more often at night for the same reason, getting on in years myself, and its a right royal pain in the ass to wake up a couple times a night, run to the bathroom, then go back to bed. Mostly by the time I get back to bed, I am awake, and it takes me a while to get back to sleep, if I even can. With a diaper on, at most, I wake up, sit up, pee, then just lay back down. Partly I tend to sit up as it seems to help direct things to the back a bit better than just laying on my back does, and less risk of leaks out the waistband. Better sleep definatly is an important thing at my age.

@Apache Raccoon darn you got me and it’s April 3rd as I write this. Lol

Thanks for the comment. As Will gets sicker, his parents are going to be big advocates for his care. The feeding tube effects will be known in the next chapter. Ellie is going to both help Will and be an emotional sticking point for him. I based her character off of one of 7, soon to be 8, nieces and newphews I have in real life. I do have a few M. Night Shyamalan twist in this story that will hopefully keep y'all entertained.

I just pointed out what is said in the site rules for this site. What legal rights is over a database from year 2000+ I don't know much about. And who would then "inherit" said content. I'm not saying No to claim a DMCA against them. That is soley on the person discretion. It's a little bit interesting to see who remembers where, what, when, where they posted what on from 5? perhaphs 10 year ago? It's also what in a way makes "Archives" dangeruous because who owns the copyrighted material that gets posted there really. That's what I wanted to point out. Also if you want my statement on the whole Bents and such thing, this is exactly what I told Kita copy pasted right from our conversation about the subject: So soley, on peoples own discretion.

Elfy you have me quite confused. I've gone back and read my comments forwards, backwards, and upside down, and I don't know how you've got me saying what you claim I said. I really didn't even come close to that. What I said was they have always been straight with me, and that the transphobia was an unsubstantiated claim. *I* am TransGender, as are several other authors there, and we haven't seen it. It goes even deeper than that, but I am not at liberty to discuss that .... I only allude to show how ludicrous such an allegation is. Not only that, but I took great pains not to mention her name, so as not to be calling names. I never mentioned a name ... YOU did that, and then you misquoted me and mischaracterized me. Please don't do that. I try to be a member of these places in good standing and to do that, I don't comment that much. I commented here because it concerns my livelihood. I came out of the shadows before because I was attacked by the person who I did not name and you did. That person apologized, but her damage was done and she knew that. She did not attempt to repair that damage. ValentinesStuff, I would not be so sure about that. If you use a site and by use of it, it states you agree to the rules of said site, and the rules are that the administration of that site takes ownership of what you post (it's really a dangerous position, TBH....), then they can indeed do that. I don't think DD would, but if such a statement was made on the former bulletin board server where this had been posted, the new owner of said files knowing nothing about those people who posted, they can make a legal argument. And when it is international, and you don't have enough to fight it, and don't want your real legal name attached to it, there's little that can be done. I am not my publisher. I don't have to answer for anything they did or did not do. But, they were banned from here and I think attacking them where they can make no defense is unfair.

Chapter Five It took a good thirty minutes to get Elizabeth on board. June just had to gradually explain that this plan made the most sense. Between the suitcase mix-up and the fact that Elizabeth had ‘lost’ her purse on the plane, they didn’t have many options. There was no time to go shopping for new clothes, and June threw in the point that using the company card for such expenses would then need to be explained back at the office. The only way to keep this between the two of them was for Elizabeth to deal with the youthful clothes she was stuck with. Once again using Elizabeth’s love of wine against her, June topped off the glass as she explained for a second time how family was a core value of the company they’d be presenting to. She didn’t plan on getting the petite girl drunk; however, a healthy level of inebriation wouldn’t hurt the cause. June had already come down from her single cocktail, and had been playing the social game for hours. She was in prime form to debate compared to her opponent who had done nothing but lounge in their suite all evening. Finally, she played into Elizabeth’s ego and desire for credit. How it was Elizabeth who came up with the unique business tactic of playing into a potential client’s company values. Their own company was far more profit driven, both at the expense of their employees and in terms of what they would say or imply to secure a client. This would basically turn a weakness into a strength, as if Elizabeth planned this from the beginning. Have June do the presentation, sucker the soon to be clients into a false connection, and then Elizabeth can run the account after all is said and done. “That will make them feel important,” June said, “Closed by someone at my level, but showing them that they’re a priority by letting them work with someone like you.” Elizabeth was slowly coming around. Except for a few details she couldn’t ignore. “They’ll recognize me,” she pointed out. Even if things would be mostly remote, there would definitely be video conferences. Seeing that their point person was the ‘niece’ who was at the presentation wouldn’t go unnoticed. “Later, I mean.” “Hmm, you might be right,” June conceded. Sitting back and crossing her legs, she took a moment to feign like she was thinking. She was still a lowly assistant. Anticipating her bratty boss’s needs was one thing, but this would be better if she didn’t have all the answers right away. And, ideally, would somewhat feel like they landed on the plan together despite how June was the one who brought it up and was still selling it for the most part. “Oh! We could dye your hair. Temporarily, I mean.” “What? No,” Elizabeth said, “That’s too much.” June just raised an eyebrow. “Is it? They haven’t met you before. And I just mean with something I can buy down the road. It’ll wash right out, Elizabeth. The client definitely won’t recognize you with different hair and professional clothes.” “Yeah, but-” “Elizabeth. I’m trying to come up with a solution here. But you’re the boss; it’s your call. Do you want to give the presentation yourself dressed in my niece’s clothes? Or do you want to tell your assistant to handle it for you?” Elizabeth hesitated. Obviously the former option wasn’t actually an option. It would be one thing to stand in front of a room of professionals with a coffee stain on her blouse, as something like that would be relatable enough that she could play it off. But she couldn’t even begin to imagine trying to explain this series of unfortunate complications. No one would take her seriously, especially when aiming to get them to trust her. If she brought the wrong suitcase, what kinds of mistakes might she make with their account? When given the either/or, especially after an exhausting day and a few drinks, Elizabeth was not at all in the proper headspace to consider that there might be an alternative that hadn’t been said out loud. “And I get all the credit,” she asserted. It helped that June framed it in the familiar way, where it was an assistant’s job to do as she was told. “And you get all the credit,” June echoed, “But we don’t have a lot of time. If this is the direction you want to go, we need to do your hair tonight. We’re all booked up tomorrow morning.” “My hair?” Elizabeth had already forgotten that element. “But-” “We don’t have to. If you don’t think they’ll remember you later, then there’s no need to dye it. Want to risk it, Elizabeth?” “I- I don’t know.” It took a lot of self control for June to avoid smirking. Her boss was usually so arrogant and blunt, at least when it came to underlings. Now Elizabeth was dressed down and faltering to the point where it would only take another nudge or two for June’s most recent idea to become a reality. This niece scheme was so much more enticing than simply making Elizabeth sit in the hotel room all weekend due to a lack of proper attire. Managing to keep it cool, June simply said, “I can’t choose for you. So, what’s it going to be? Be my niece with your natural hair color, or . . . ” Elizabeth was too caught up in the decision about her hair to realize how she was being pushed to the side of the fence that June wanted her on. The conversation had subtly been shifted to make it sound like the niece thing had been all but decided, and now they just had to figure out the rest. And since there were already so many ways she could be embarrassed this weekend by leaving their suite in tween clothes, it was natural for her to be just as worried about something similar happening after they closed the deal. “We can dye it,” she mumbled, belatedly clarifying, “It’ll wash right out?” “Mm hmm,” June hummed, “But seriously, Elizabeth. You need to start addressing me properly. That’s the only way for this to be believable. Aunt. June. Try it, okay? Otherwise, we might as well forget this whole thing and have you lead the presentation in Maggie’s clothes.” “No, wait!” Elizabeth exclaimed. She couldn’t do that. That would almost certainly get her in trouble back at the office, especially if they lost the sale because of it. If she could spin the negative situation as a positive, however, maybe this could all work out. It wouldn’t be the first time she took one of her assistant’s ideas for herself. “Aunt June. See?” June nodded. “Okay. So it’s settled, then. You’ll be my niece tomorrow. I’ll handle the presentation, and you can observe. Don’t worry, I know all the information, and I can brush up on the finer points tomorrow morning. And what will you call me all day?” “Aunt June,” she muttered. The question felt so patronizing, especially coming from a subordinate. Apparently June caught the annoyed tone, and was quick to address it. “You should call me that from now on. There’s not a lot of time to form the habit, and we’ll both look bad if you mess up halfway through. Right?” “Right,” Elizabeth blushed. She could only imagine how awkward and humiliating it would be for someone to figure out that she wasn’t actually June’s niece after pretending to be for an extended period of time. Although pretending in general was plenty embarrassing in its own way. Rather than doing everything in her power to offset her youthful features, she was going to have to lean into them and look even younger than the older teenager people assumed her to be when she wasn’t dressed up. It was so counter to her usual need to be seen as a professional young woman, yet it felt as if that’s the plan they had landed on. “Right, Aunt June?” June suggested. “Umm, sure,” she said, “Right, Aunt June.” The girl was just one year older than her, and her assistant. This new dynamic was going to be difficult to get used to, even if it was all for show. Unfortunately, Elizabeth couldn’t argue with June’s logic. If they waited until it was time for the meeting, there was a good chance that Elizabeth would slip up and act more like the boss that she actually was. “There you go.” June nodded again, and stood up. “Keep working on that. I’m going to go down and ask the concierge if there’s a walkable place for me to get what I need to dye your hair. Why don’t you find a cute outfit for tomorrow? Whatever best ages you down. Actually, come up with a few options. I’ll help you pick the best one when I get back. Oh, have you tried on Maggie’s shoes yet?” “No?” Elizabeth tilted her head in confusion. Why would she have done that? She still had her heels, and they were simple enough that they could be worn with casual ensembles. Since her daily image was so important, of course she had footwear that could work for both formal and informal settings. June gestured towards the bedroom. “Go see if they fit. That suitcase is full of summer clothes; no teenager would wear heels with any of those things.” Maybe that was a bit of a stretch. “Also, it will be better if you’re on the shorter side, I think.” She knew that Elizabeth was self conscious about her height, so she avoided focusing on that more than she needed to. And sticking with the word ‘teenager’ felt best; that would give the clever assistant some wiggle room to decide on her boss’s age after the physical transformation was complete. Now that they had landed on the aunt/niece idea, there were really only so many battles Elizabeth could pick. Everything June was suggesting was relevant to the false image Elizabeth would be committing to tomorrow, and they had to have most of this figured out tonight due to the time constraints. Ignorant to the fact that a number of the items in the suitcase had been specifically packed for Elizabeth, like how the shoes were her exact size, she grimaced at the only pair sitting underneath the stack of clothes to the right. White sneakers with light pink soles, along with a few other splashes of pink on the shoes themselves. It was the definition of girly, and not even her teenage self would be caught dead in footwear like that. Knowing that June wouldn’t let her off the hook if she didn’t at least try, Elizabeth reluctantly stepped into one of the shoes. Of course, her petite self ended up fitting Maggie’s shoes perfectly. It briefly occurred to her that she could head back out without the sneakers on and tell June they were too small, except her tipsy self couldn’t shake the concern that she would just be made to prove it and have to go through the whole process again. June had already seen her barefoot, both back at the girl’s apartment and in their suite. It wasn’t like this would do much to affect her current height; Elizabeth was more embarrassed by the color and style. Of course, June felt the exact opposite. “Oh, they’re perfect!” she exclaimed, “Okay, good. New shoes would have been a bit out of our budget. Alright, I’m heading out. Anything else you need, Elizabeth?” Just some peace and quiet to reconcile the fact that she was going to be spending half a day walking around as if she were 5-10 years younger than she actually was. As Elizabeth had already learned, the majority of the clothes in the suitcase were the opposite of the colors she tended to wear in both her personal and professional life. How was she supposed to come up with a few options when she was already wearing the only tolerable combination? Deciding to stick with the jean shorts she had on for all the potential outfits, Elizabeth simply picked out three t-shirts that were the most plain in design, all of which would go with her current bottoms. There. Good enough. Then she had to wait. Feeling somewhat sleepy after an early morning and a long day of traveling and a myriad of frustrations, Elizabeth roamed back into the common room and poured herself the last of the wine. Though the drink was no doubt contributing to her tired state, she knew that not having more was a surefire way for her eyes to start drooping. Pacing the room for a few minutes, already sick of the limited space she had been stuck in for hours at this point, Elizabeth soon knocked back the rest of the glass and flopped down onto the sofa. This would normally be when she started scrolling social media, seeing if there were any work emails to reply to in order to seem like a dedicated team member who was working after hours, or just killing time with any number of meaningless apps. She ended up just flipping through channels on the TV until June returned. The last thing Elizabeth needed was to be caught passed out on the sofa when it had been established that they had more to do tonight. June had decided on red hair dye. According to her, it made sense; Maggie was a redhead, so it would be the most natural if Elizabeth was the same when acting as June’s niece. Normally, the upcoming process would be best if Elizabeth was undressed, or wearing something she didn’t care about getting some color on. However, June knew that she was already pushing some limits with all of this. Besides, the white tank top would be cheap to replace, and staining it would also remove it as a future option. The more colorful tops in the other room would be much more appropriate for a brat like Elizabeth. As for doing the job herself, June was easily able to convince Elizabeth that she needed help, even when her boss tried to whine about how June was following her into the bathroom. Between asking the soon to be redhead if she had ever dyed her hair before, and pointing out that this is probably something a dedicated assistant would help out with, there wasn’t much wind left in Elizabeth’s sails as they stood together in the somewhat cramped bathroom. After a successful evening of networking, June didn’t mind playing the assistant card; she knew her talents were better served as an admin and a soon to be manager, but she was more than happy to lean into her current role in order to make that happen. “And how would a polite young lady ask her aunt for this?” June asked. Now that Elizabeth was seated on the edge of the tub, it felt a lot more natural to talk down to her. “Remember, we need to practice for tomorrow.” Elizabeth frowned in annoyance. She had been this close to snapping something in response to the first half, until June got ahead of it. Sounding more petulant than she realized with an exaggerated huff, she muttered, “Please dye my hair, Aunt June?” “Of course,” June said, internally smiling while keeping a poker face on the outside, “Now, you are going to sit still and do as you’re told, yes?” “Umm,” Elizabeth hesitated. “That’s when you say ‘Yes, Aunt June.’ Remember, Elizabeth. You can’t act like my boss tomorrow. You’re my niece, yes?” With the same leading word as before, all while towering over the seated girl, Jue expectantly raised an eyebrow. Lightly blushing, Elizabeth conceded, “Yes, Aunt June.” “Good. Starting right now, you are no longer my boss. You are my well behaved niece named Elizabeth. Actually, no. I think you should go by ‘Lizzie’ tomorrow. What if our future client recognizes your name when she next sees you?” “What? No! I’m-” “Lizzie!,” June snapped, “You agreed to this idea, didn’t you? We literally just talked about how we need practice, which means it’s best if you don’t act like you’re anyone’s boss. As long as you’re my niece, I’m the one in charge. Now, are you going to be a big girl and behave properly, or are you going to be a whiny little brat?” Elizabeth had never felt so small. It was surprising, seeing this side of her assistant. And the last time Elizabeth had been told off in such a way was when she was younger; college professors tended to speak to their students more like adults on average, and Elizabeth had never been reamed out at work due to how she was so clever about deflecting blame and making sure she was only ever praised for the work she may or may not have done all the work for. Neither option was good. Obviously being a ‘big girl’ was better than the insulting alternative, though she wasn’t actually June’s niece. Except apparently the young woman standing in front of her had decided that they needed more practice than Elizabeth merely calling her by the appropriate name. And she was really too vulnerable and caught off guard to protest. “I’ll behave,” she mumbled, glancing away with a bit of a blush. June just sighed. “Was that so difficult? Okay, let’s try this again. You are going to sit still and do as you’re told, yes?” “Yes, Aunt June,” Elizabeth said. And that was that. June had Elizabeth turn around, and unpacked the small box of supplies she would need to make her boss nearly unrecognizable. Between the hair, the clothes, and this new dynamic, it was starting to feel like this might actually work. June would be the one to close the big client. ‘Lizzie’ would be twiddling her thumbs and finally experiencing what it was like to be talked down to all day. ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Hello, dear readers. I want to thank you all again on your patience for chapter 9. With the holiday having passed, I was able to dedicate a good portion of time to redoing the work that was lost the other night. I think the chapter turned out even better than it was before, but ultimately, how good it is will be up for you to decide. Please enjoy the first chapter in "Act 2" of Embracing Oneself. And, as always, thank you for reading. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 9: Bye, Bye, Bye (CW: Swearing, Deadnaming, Smoking) July 22nd, 2023. 8:29am Opening my eyes to see the bars in front of my face can still manage to get a smile out of me. Stretching my curled-out form beneath my childish covers, I can hear the crinkling of the waterproof sheet beneath me. So far, it’s been an unnecessary precaution, but Mommy insists on it remaining on. “Who knows, your diaper might fail one night from those massive wettings of yours.” Her comment still sits in my mind, like an enjoyable earworm. I sit up, rubbing the crusts from my eyes. I can feel the sheet slipping off my bare body, my nipples poking up at the cold morning air. I should ask Mommy to put me in my PJs next time. I look down at my waist, my pink Trest looking soggier than I remember it being last night, the once coral front now a beige-ish tone. I must’ve woken up and gone more. Peaking through the crib's rails, I notice just how stocked up it has become over the last couple of months. Once just a lightish rose, the walls are now adorned with vinyl stickers of alphabet blocks and copyright-free princesses. Underneath the changing table, the garbage pail has long since been removed, a large diaper pail having taken its place. The shelves, once barely filled with supplies, now struggle to contain Emma’s purchases. Even with the addition of a new Ikea shelf, the overflow of diapers and toiletries could be described as obscene. Heh, toiletries. Considering my recent lack of a porcelain throne, I found it funny to refer to them as such. The only ‘toilet’ I’ve used in about a month is the one taped around me. Speak of the devil. The rest of my body has arisen from its slumber, and nature calls. With almost no effort, I let my morning ritual take over, feeling the cold garment warm up with a fresh wave of wetting. The seconds tick by, my diaper getting saggier as it struggles to absorb the rapid flood. Once finished, I place my hand on the front, squishing the padding and feeling the true weight of my act. Doing so, I feel a small droplet make its way down my leg. Shit, is that a leak? Maybe Emma was right to buy the mattress protector. I move my hand away, not wanting to add any more risk of a cleanup. Not that I have to worry about that. Mommy has taken over the role of my exclusive diaper changer and clean-up expert. We talked it over, and decided it would be best if I didn’t handle my own diaper changes while engaging in little activities. There are exceptions, of course. If she is at work, and I’m having a free day, I can make the change on my own after she checks and permits me. If I’m wearing discreetly at work, I’m allowed to use my discretion when it comes to my bathroom needs, whether that's using the bathroom, changing in the stall, or waiting till I get home to deal with it. Once I’m back home though, the game begins again. It’s not like I mind it either. Changes have almost become a second love language to us. The way Mommy takes care of me, making sure I’m all clean and dry, makes me feel warm inside; from how she smiles down at me from above, I can tell she feels similarly. Speaking of changes, I could desperately use one. I can feel the saturation pooling downwards, and I’m sure that another wetting of any calibur will spring a leak. Looking over to the top of the shelf, I can see the small green light coming from the two-way baby monitor, signaling a live connection. I wasn’t sure about that purchase at first, but I’ve gotta hand it to her; it’s about to come in handy. “MOMMY!!! I NEEDA CHANGE!!!” I shout. It may not be necessary to be so loud, but it certainly fits the role. Plus, it’s fun to just let your voice ring on occasion. I wait, the sound of static mixed with random noises coming through the speaker. It takes a moment, but I finally hear her voice on the other end. “Just a second sweetie, I’ll be right there.” The static cuts out, leaving just the echo of footsteps off in the distance. Soon, Mommy walks through the door, dressed up to perfection. Her work attire never fails to impress. Walking over to the crib, she gently slides the rails down to the ground. “Good morning sleepyhead. Let’s see how that poor diaper is holding up.” Her hand goes between my thighs, slipping a finger into the leg guard. “Wow, you weren’t kidding! How about we get you into a fresh one?” I hold my arms out, letting her get close before wrapping them around her neck. With a heft, my body is lifted out, with one of her hands along my back, the other on my rear. Bridging the short distance, I’m laid down across the changing table, the cold material against my bare skin causing a jolt to my system. My body heat quickly warms it up though, and my body relaxes. “Alright baby, you know the drill. Legs up.” The process is routine now; legs go up, tapes undone, and nethers wiped. So when Mommy stops after placing the new diaper beneath my bum, I’m left wondering what’s up. “You want to try something new today?” she asks. Oh, we’re playing this game today! For Mommy, something new adds up to either a new toy being used or a temporary rule being implemented. I remember the feeling the first time she said those words, pulling a pacifier gag out from behind her. Now that was an experience. From gags to locking mittens, Mommy never seems to run out of ideas. Even without a new toy, she never fails to be creative. Last weekend, for example, she put me back in my crib immediately after my morning change, handing me a content-locked tablet and a couple of bottles of water before heading off. I certainly wasn’t expecting my day to be spent locked up in one place, but it ended up being a lot of fun! I step out of memory lane as Mommy pulls out a small white box. Opening the top, she tilts the box towards me, allowing me to see the bright pink chastity cage inside. “What do you think baby? Wanna give it a try?” Oh my goddess. A small gulp goes down my throat. This is definitely something out of my realm of experience, but everything else she has suggested so far has made for an amazing experience. I guess…it wouldn’t hurt to try it out. “O…Okay Mommy, I’ll try it,” I manage to squeak out, my voice struggling to form the sentence. That was all the go-ahead she needed. Pulling out a small jar of petroleum jelly, she dabs a smudge on her finger, gliding it along the surfaces soon to make contact with my most vulnerable spaces. Taking the base ring, she gently works my parts through it, resting in place behind my bits. The nylon sleeve soon follows, and the barrel lock is engaged with the twist of the key, securing the contraption in place. I bring my hand down, inspecting my new enclosure. It…it actually feels nice. The material makes for a comfy covering, and if not for the fact that my mind is getting used to the sensation, I would be hard-pressed to even notice its presence. Mommy gently slaps the top of my hand, putting an end to my exploration. “Now, now, the cage is meant to keep your hands away, Little One.” Well, that just makes me want to touch it some more! With a dash of powder, the new diaper is pulled into place, and the tapes are secured. “There we go. That should hold you for a while. Now let’s get you dressed!” Mommy picks me back up and places me before the mirror, walking into the closet to decide my attire. Returning in just moments, she holds a dress in one hand and a pair of shoes in the other. The dress is rather simplistic, but a verified classic; a black school-girl dress with a white collar and sleeves. With a lift of my arms, the dress is slipped over my head and falls into place. Looking at myself in the mirror, I can now understand why it was chosen. I’m unaware if the dress was tailored to be this short, or if Mommy ordered a dress meant for a child, but the result is the same. Just the slightest amount of movement reveals a flash of the white padding and childish print underneath. Oh well, it’s not like I’m going anywhere today. Bending down, she places the shoes in front of my feet, reaching inside and pulling out a pair of long, striped socks, alternating between black and white. I lift one leg at a time, feeling the soft cotton making its way up to my thighs. Next comes the shoes, a simple design of black leather, with a strap over the top. I’m certainly looking creepy, kooky, and altogether ooky! Minus my short hair, I’d say I look very close to the classic character. “What do you think?” she asks, awaiting my approval. Even now, being the ‘one in charge’, she still seeks my happiness. “I love it, Mommy! Thank you,” I say before throwing my arms around her, wrapping them tightly around her waist. “You…are very welcome…but you’re…kind of crushing me here,” she exasperates. I lighten my grasp, but hold on to her just the same. The hug transitions into a hold, finding myself once again off the ground, being ushered by my authoritative chauffeur. We pass through the doorway, making our way into the living room, where I’m gently placed upon the blanket spread across the floor. I cross my legs, sitting upright on the soft material, feeling the warmth against my thighs. Before me is the usual spread. A variety of coloring books, remotes, and my pacifier sit just within reach; everything a Little might need to stay busy throughout the day while her caregiver is away. “Alright sweetie, I have to get going, but you know the rules…” I pop the pacifier in my mouth and begin listing off my orders, a childish lisp emitting from behind the guard. “No Potty, no big gurl stuff, make sure to crawl, and text Mommy if I need ta change.” “That’s right!” Mommy says as she claps her hands, applauding my remembrance. Bending over, she gives me a quick peck on the forehead. “I’m going to miss you so much, baby.” It’s only a day, Mommy. I’m sure I’ll manage. I decide against verbalizing my sass, not wanting to be bratty right out the gate. “Me misses you mowe, Mommy. Id geds so wownwy widhowd you.” While part of me cringes at my babble, I do admit that it’s pretty fun. Mommy coos at my attempt. “Oh no, well I can’t have my sweet, little girl getting lonely, now can I?” She points ahead of me towards the door of the entertainment center. “Why don’t you check inside? After all, who knows what’s awaiting behind the door?” Another surprise? I crawl across the short distance and open the door. Inside the darkness, I almost look over the object inside. If not for the white button eyes, it would’ve been camouflaged from sight. I grab ahold and bring the soft object to light, letting out a verbal squeal of delight. “HE’S SO CUTE!!!!” In my hands is a plush goat with wings, his black body adorned with two red pentagrams; one across his chest, the other along his head. I flick my finger against his cute horns, giggling just a bit before returning to their crescent shape. HE’S PERFECT!!!!!! “I figured it was about time for you to have a stuffie friend to keep you company. I wasn’t quite sure it…” I give her a quick flash of indignation, showing my displeasure at her reference to this beautiful creature as an “it”. “...I mean, I wasn’t sure if ‘HE’ was the most age-appropriate choice, but I guess I was mistaken.” I slide my body across the carpet like a batter slides to home base, giving myself just the slightest rug burn as I grab onto her leg. “I love him, Mommy! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Mommy lets out a giggle and places her hand on my head, patting it ever so softly. “You are most certainly welcome, darling.” I see a brief flash above me and look up to see her, phone in hand. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist capturing this moment” I’m so happy right now, she could be taking pics of my bare ass and I wouldn’t care! The time comes too soon when she begins pulling her leg from my grasp. “Okay, okay, I REALLY have to get going now. I’ll see you soon, my precious Roxie.” Taking her steps towards the door, she turns around just before opening it. “There’s plenty of bottles and snacks in the fridge if you’re hungry. Text me if you need anything, I’ll see you at 5. I can’t wait to give you your final surprise. Love you!” I get nothing more than that as she closes the door behind her, leaving me to sit in suspense. Three surprises in one day? She’s going all out today. I look down at my biggest surprise, holding my new companion close to my chest. “Now, what do I call you? Let’s see…” I don’t need to think for long before the perfect name pops into my head. “I know! Your name is Baphy!” I’m a genius! Taking Baphy in hand, I make my way back to my spot, gently placing him down before going prone. Settling into the blanket, I feel the unfamiliar sensation of the chastity cage pushing between my skin and the diaper. Okay, that’s gonna take some getting used to. I sit up on my elbows, and the pressure lightens. Deciding I can live with that, I take the TV remote in hand, booting up Netflix. I arrow my way over to the “Kids” profile, a rather new addition to my little routine. Not like it changes anything. Most of the shows I watch are considered ‘For Kids” anyway. I look through my limited selection, trying to figure out what to watch. I could go with the usual, but I really want to wait for Emma to keep watching She-Ra. What about… I make my choice, settling on a tried and true banger: Legend of Korra. “Baphy, you’re going to LOVE this!” *** Uugh, what the hell is interrupting my sleep? The buzzing of my phone causes me to awake from my blissful nap. I spread out my legs, accidentally knocking over the collection of bottles accrued from my watching party. Thankfully, they lay empty, so no cleanup is required. Good thing too, otherwise, I’d be pissed. Looking around in my daze, I finally spot the device, having stopped its infernal ringing. I swear, this better be Mommy calling, and not some scam call. Clicking the power button, the first thing I notice is the time; 11:52am. Damn, that nap was longer than I thought. The second thing I notice is the notification bar, showing several missed calls. While the number is saved in my contacts, it wasn’t the name I was expecting. It’s my day off! Fuck, if Tom doesn’t have a good reason for calling, I’m gonna rip his asshole in two! I take a deep breath and decide that calling him back would be the safest bet, no matter how much I despise talking to the sleazeball during my off hours. The phone rings for just a second before I can hear his weaselly voice on the other end. “Good to see your phone works! Do you know how long I’ve been trying to reach you? I’m starting to think you enjoy wasting my time.” Fuck you asshole, I shouldn’t even be answering you right now. As much as I wish I could say that, I’m not looking to lose my job over a phone call. “Hi Tom, what can I do for you…on my day off?” I let just the hint of sarcasm ring true in my otherwise professional tone. “Yeah yeah, I know what day it is. Trust me, I wouldn’t be calling you unless it was urgent. You need to get into the office right away.” Even when asking for my help, he still manages to be an ass about it. “Listen, if it’s about the data for the Coleman Group, can’t it wait until Tomorrow? I’m currently busy with personal matters.” Yeah, let me get back to my cartoons already! He interjects, cutting off any chance of escape. “It’s not about that. H.R. needs to speak with you, and it has to happen now. I expect to see you in the next hour.” I hear the beep from the other end, and my screen flashes the white letters of “Call Ended”. “FUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!! Fucking Asshole!!!” I look over to my side, Baphy seemingly giving me a disapproving stare. “Sorry Baphy, I didn’t mean to swear. Looks like my dummy boss needs to speak with me.” *** Getting dressed and out the door took more time than I’d hoped. I was almost afraid I wouldn’t get there in time, but I guess the goddess is looking out for me, as I pull into my spot with time to spare. That’s perhaps the only good thing about this bullshit. Hopping out of the car, I slam the door shut, strutting towards the double glass doors of the building. I feel a slight breeze against my ankles, my knee-length skirt flowing with the wind. I am glad I changed though. Unprofessional look aside, there’s no way my diaper wouldn’t have just shown. Should I have perhaps changed? Maybe, but it’s not like I haven’t worn to work before. What difference would an H.R. meeting make? My only concern is the growing desperation in my bladder. This is just a quick visit, in and out. Then I can get back home, soak this thing, and enjoy the rest of my day. I keep up my brisk pace through the entryway, not even stopping to wave at the nameless goon working the desk. Stopping at the elevator, I push the up button, tapping my foot as I impatiently await its arrival. I barely wait before the door opens before stepping inside, mashing the 5f button as quickly as possible. It’s not long before the door opens again, the usual rows of cubicles standing before me. On a usual work day, I’d walk the few paces to my capitalistic prison before getting on with the busy work, but not today. I take a right, making my way to the big brown door, adorned with the dickbag’s name. I knock on the solid wood, listening for the okay to enter. At first, I vaguely believe I hear a stifled sob before it’s quickly covered up by my boss's annoying voice. “Come in.” Twisting the handle, I’m greeted by three faces, where I expected only two. Behind the mahogany desk stands Tom, his face reminding me of an aging bulldog, his cheeks sagging in a permanent frown. Goddess, I can smell his rancid cologne from here. To his left is a woman I’ve met only once or twice, her name escaping me at the moment. If Tom resembled a bulldog, I’d say she resembles a praying mantis, her pointed, angled face showing more bone than skin. I believe she’s trying to smile at me, but her eyes, long since drained of light and warmth, tell a much different tale. While I expected those two, the other party wasn’t expected in the least. Sitting down opposite from Tom, she looks up at me. Her eyes were puffy and tear-stricken, somberly staring at me from behind her red hair. “Beth, what’s wrong?!?” I make my way over to her, placing my hand on her shoulder. I can feel her shaking in her seat as a fresh set of drops stains her blouse. What the fuck is going on here? Why is my friend balling her eyes out?!? “Glad to see you could make it, Miss Accardi. Miss Hall, why don’t you head out?” I would perhaps appreciate the woman’s gentle demeanor in other circumstances, but not today. Beth doesn’t say a word before rushing out of the office. She just looks back at me with those sad eyes of hers before leaving. “Respectfully, what the hell is going on here? Why am I here, and why is Beth crying her eyes out?” Careful Rox, these are your higher-ups. Keep a cool head. “Take a seat. Please.” It sounds like Tom has to force the word out of his mouth. Perhaps it’s a foreign word to him. Nonetheless, I sit in the chair, careful to keep my legs together. I watch him shuffle through some paperwork in front of him, looking through the pages. My leg begins to tap, both from impatience and desperation. Can we hurry this up? “I’ll keep this brief.” Thank you, Tom, for that at least. “Can you read this document for us?” What is this, a literacy test? I look over the text, recognizing it as the monthly report I had filled out a while back. As a lead, one of my many, many arduous tasks was keeping track of those “below” me, providing details on the work efficiency of my staff. “I know what it is, Tom. I wrote it myself. What does this have to do with this random meeting?” I watch the woman begin to take notes on her company laptop, apparently jolting down my words. Am I in a fucking courtroom right now? Tom taps on the page, his greasy finger landing on a paragraph further down. “And would you say that THIS report is accurate?” I feel a lump in my throat as I read my own words, cursing myself for not seeing this coming. While Bethany Hall continues to be a bright, cheerful person to work with, her skills regarding data entry are still below average. It is my firm belief that her skillset would be best put to use in another department. “Yes, I stand by my words. I feel that she was at her very best when her smile greeted guests at the entrance and that she best served the company while working at the reception desk.” I can see the corners of his lips moving upwards. In another world, one might just say his face could resemble a smile. “Thank you for the confirmation. We just wanted to hear the words out of your mouth, didn’t we Annabell?” Right, that’s her name! She briefly looks up from her screen, giving Tom a nod before returning to typing. I pray that I’m wrong, that this bastard isn’t THAT cruel, but even as I ask the words, I know in my bones what he’ll say. “What did you say to Beth?” I can see his teeth showing now, seeming to take great delight at the news he’s about to deliver. “I just told her that she is no longer needed at this company, and to quickly pack her personal belongings before departing.” I can feel my blood boiling as I stand up, my chair being knocked backward by the force of my movement. “You heartless creatine!!!” “Miss Accardi, please calm yourself!” Annabell’s pleas fall on deft ears, as all I can see right now is Tom’s self-righteous smirk. “How could you?!? After everything Beth has done for this company, the shifting of positions, the late nights fixing mistakes, the smile she forces herself to give you, you treat her like this? This is wrong, Tom! It’s abhorrent!!!” He walks out from behind the desk, meeting me face to face. His pungent odor is almost too much to bear. I’m tempted to back away, but I hold my spot, not wanting to show weakness. “It’s just business,” he says behind his crooked grin, cockier than ever. “If she’s not performing to our standards, then we have every right to terminate her employment. This IS an at-will state, after all.” My blood has made its way to my face, and I can feel myself turning red from rage. “She’s not performing to your standards?!? Of course, she isn’t you dimwit! She never wanted to be in my department in the first place, you oaf!” “MISS ACCARDI! That’s enough!” Annabell might as well not be in the room, as Tom and I are locked in this stalemate, neither one of us willing to back down. “Careful, Riccardo. Your testosterone is showing.” He grins like the Cheshire Cat, thinking his pettiness of deadnaming me will strike a nerve. I’m ashamed to say it, but he’s correct. “TOM! That’s quite enough!” Wow, you’re such a great H.R. rep, aren’t you?!? That’s literally discrimination! “My apologies, Roxanne. I forget how sensitive you people are towards your legal name.” Oh, you cheeky fuck!!! “Regardless, what’s done is done. We’ll find someone with more…experience to replace your missing team member. Until then, you’ll just have to work extra to cover the deficit. I’m sure you don’t mind.” I look at both of their faces, one smug in his victory, the other down at her screen, avoiding my gaze. Is that it? Do my words mean so little? Do I mean so little to them? After all I’ve done for this shithole, this is the result? More work, more stress, and more of Tom’s bullshit? I can’t! I can’t do this anymore!!! “You know what Tom? Fuck you. Fuck you, and fuck this place. Consider this my resignation.” I can’t begin to tell you the joy I feel when I flip him the bird, his face falling as he takes a step back. “Yo…you can’t just quit! You’re a key member of this staff! Don’t be hasty now, Roxanne.” He looks panicked, perhaps only now realizing what a massive mistake he made. Losing a “deficit” was one thing, but losing me, the one who does all the work? Enjoy being in the red, shit-for-brains. “You said it yourself Tom; this is an at-will state, which means I can quit at any time. So that means you can kiss my ass!” I walk away, smiling as he begins to yell once again. I don’t bother to pick up what he’s saying though, too delighted at finally being free from his tyranny. *** I’m almost skipping as I walk through the exit, the sun having never looked brighter. However, I look to my right, and I can see Beth standing underneath the awning, the smoke in her hand trembling as she brings it to her lips. Poor Beth. She didn’t deserve any of this. Unlike me, she actually enjoyed her job, at least in her old position. I walk over to her, eyes closed as she exhales the cloud from her lungs. You know what, I didn’t even know she smokes. Guess we’ve got something else in common. Reaching into my bag, I pull out my own pack, placing the filter between my lips. The flick of my lighter finally alerts her to my presence, her eyes resembling a deer in headlights. “Shitty day, huh?” Beth half laughs, half coughs, a small plum of smoke bursting forwards. She leans forward, her hand resting against the support pillar, taking a moment to catch her breath. “Yeah, shitty day sums it up nicely,” Beth says with a small smile on her face. I’m glad she can at least manage that. “Well, look on the bright side.” I inhale, watching the tip turn to ash. Holding my breath, I gently let it out a second later, feeling the rush get to my head. “At least we’re finally free from this fucking place.” “Yeah, the job sucked, but at least I…” She whips her head towards me, the weight of my words finally reaching her. “No way! Did that douchebag fire you too?” “Not exactly,” I state with a grin. I wish she could see her face right now. The mix of surprise and confusion is a welcome change after the reckoning upstairs. “I called him out for his bullshit, but he just wouldn’t listen. So…I politely told him where to shove it!” Beth’s smile, her real one, that smile that brightened up the worst of days in the office, finally returns. “Oh. Em. Ge! Oh, how I wish I got to see that! You’ve gotta tell me everything! How did he react? Did that stupid smirk leave his face? I need details girl!!!” Oh, I’m more than happy to share, especially since it brings you joy. “Sure, but maybe we should get out of the parking lot first? I don’t know about you, but I could go for some coffee right about now.” “Oh god, yes! You’ve just gotta give me the deets on the way though!” She tosses the butt on the ground, smushing it between her heel. Even though my cig is only half finished, I do the same. “Sure thing. Wanna ride with me? I’ve got this sick new album tha…” The world seems to slow down. As I was looking back at Beth, I took a step forward. Not watching where I was going, my foot only made it halfway off the curb, slipping off mid-step. Losing my balance, I topple over onto the paved road, landing squarely on my chest. I feel my knees scrape against the pavement, and the air knocked from my lungs. “Roxie! Are you oka…o…oh.” I look back to see Beth, frozen mid-sentence. I can see her looking down at me, but not at my face. I crane my head backward and can see the source of her distraction. The fall had caused my skirt, long as it may be, to flip upwards, revealing my secret to anyone who would happen to pass by. To make matters worse, my bladder, having been forgotten due to the rage from before, had finally given out from the shock. I can feel the front getting warmer, pooling downwards due to gravity. Oh no! No no no no no!!! I get to my feet as quickly as humanly possible, full-on sprinting over to my car. Hopping inside, I lock the doors before looking up, watching as Beth begins to catch up. Sticking my key into the ignition, I twist it, only to be met with the stalling of the engine. NO! Come on Susie! Don’t die on me now!!! I twist, and I twist, but the result is the same. “DAMMIT!!!” I slam my hands against the steering wheel as Beth approaches the passenger side door, pulling on the handle. Why does this always happen to me?!? FUCK! I can feel the tears in my eyes as I look up at her, her hand placed on the window. “Roxie, can you please let me in? I’m not going to make fun of you, I promise.” I go over my options in my head. One, I keep twisting the key, hoping for some kind of miracle. That’s not going to work. Two, I curl up into a ball and hope she goes away. Scratch that. It’s Beth. She’s not going to just leave. That just leaves option 3. I reach over, unlocking the door. No sooner than I do, Beth takes the opportunity to open the door, slumping into the seat. I don’t look at her. I’m too ashamed. Here I am again, feeling the shame of my secret being revealed. Fate is such a cruel bitch. It seems like we’ve been sitting here forever, the silence ringing in my ears, when Beth finally speaks up. “Shitty days, right?” Okayyyy. Wasn’t expecting that. I’m a bit thrown off guard by the redirection of my own words, but more than anything, I wish to keep the silence from returning. “Is that really what you have to say? I mean, you saw…you saw my…” “What, your diaper?” It’s my turn to stare at Beth now. How is she so nonchalant about this? “You can relax, Roxie. It’s not the first time I’ve been in…this situation.” Okay, now what the fuck does that mean? “Yeah, you’re gonna have to explain that one.” “Well, if you must know, I’ve seen this kind of stuff before. Let’s just say that someone close to me is into all that ageplay stuff, so this is nothing new.” “How do you know this is a kink thing? Maybe I’ve got a medical condition, did you think of that?” Yes! I’ve got an out! Miracles can happen! “Roxie…your diaper has printed bears all over it. Besides, if it was a medical thing, you wouldn’t have taken off like that.” Shit, she’s got me there. I was so close too! I finally look at her, not seeing a shred of judgment on her face. She is telling the truth. “Fine, you’ve got me.” I could just leave it at that, but now that she’s mentioned knowing someone…like me, my curiosity has peaked. “So who’s this mystery person? One of your boyfriends?” Beth laughs in response. “Oh god no! Jake is such a macho man. I think he’d drop dead from shame if he so much as thought about doing that. And Collin is a different breed. Sure, he crossdresses, but that’s about as far out of left field as he goes.” “Wait, for real?” From the pictures Beth showed me, I totally wouldn’t have expected that from Collin. I mean, sure, he has long hair and paints his fingernails, but that’s not uncommon in this day and age. “So, who is it…if you don’t mind me asking?” Beth pauses for a moment. “Well, normally I wouldn’t divulge this kind of information…” Didn’t you just out your boyfriend as a crossdresser? “...but in this case, I think it’s fine. After all, she practically tells all her friends about her…what’s it called? Little side? Just promise me you won’t tell anyone, alright?” Well, I know she’s… she now, so that rules out everyone I know. Beth looks me dead in the eyes. Honestly, it makes me a bit uncomfortable. I’ve never seen her so serious before. “Alright, I promise I won’t tell a soul.” She looks me up and down and decides I’m being sincere. “It’s my sister.” “Wow.” I’m definitely startled by the revelation. “How’d you end up finding that out.” Beth lets out a giggle. “I’ll tell you, it’s not much of a story. She’s always been a bit…different, for lack of a better word.” Okay, that’s not vague at all. “Anyways, a few years back, she met this guy at her job, and I guess he was into some kinky stuff. She calls me up one day, telling me to come over, and I walk into her place to see her wearing a t-shirt and one of those.” She points to my skirt, alluding to my padding underneath. “Wait, I’m confused. She invited you over, and she didn’t think to change her clothes? That’s…” “Odd?” She finished. “Yeah, like I said, she’s different. Plus, we’ve always been close, so I guess she felt comfortable enough to show me her newfound interest.” I just can’t wrap my mind around what I’m hearing. A Little, showing such callous disregard for her secret? The idea alone makes my head spin. “So how did you take it? Her being a Little, I mean.” “Well, at first, I was taken aback. I mean, that’s not something you expect to walk in on, right? But she sat me down, explained this whole “Little” thing to me, and told me how happy it made her. Honestly, as long as she’s not hurting someone, she should be free to enjoy whatever weird thing she’s into, right? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t fully ‘get’ the whole thing, but that doesn’t mean I love her any less. And the same goes for you, Roxie. You’re my friend, diapers or not.” Holy shit, how do always get so lucky. I always thought people would be so disgusted at me if they found out, but I’m so happy to be wrong. “Thank you, Beth, truly. You’re a good friend.” “Don’t mention it. Now, how about we get that coffee, and you can finally tell me about what went on in the office?” She smiles at me, and I hate that I’m gonna have to give her the bad news. “Sorry, but my car won’t start. I think the old lady has finally met her maker.” She died too young! “Oh man, are you cereal? Are you sure she’s dead?” I look at her with my trademarked stare of displeasure. “Of course I’m sure. Watch.” I turn the key, expecting to get the same result, but I’ll be damned. The engine comes to life. Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me! Now you work? Beth just looks at me, a smug ‘I told you so” being expressed. “Look, she lives! Now let’s get those coffees!” *** July 22nd, 2023. 6:13pm I pull into the driveway just as the sun begins to set, seeing Emma’s car ahead of me. Great, she’s home! I can’t wait to tell her the good news! Looks like I get to give her a surprise of my own; her own full-time little! I open the door, a smile on my face as big as can be. “Hey Em, are you home, I’ve had the craziest day, you won’t believe what…” I can see her standing in the middle of the living room, hands on her hips. She does not look pleased in the slightest. “Roxanne Accardi!” Uh oh, she used my full name. I’m in trouble, aren’t I? “You have about 10 seconds to explain yourself, missy.” Looking down at the ground, I’ve realized just how big of a hole I’ve dug myself. Bottles were strewn across the floor, coloring books were spread open, and my little outfit was tossed on the ground with little care. Not only did I leave a mess for her to come back to, but I made an even bigger mistake. I didn’t text her to let her know I was leaving. Well, I guess my good luck couldn’t last forever.

Thank you for the kind words. It was disheartening to lose so much work, but thankfully, I just finished up on chapter 9. I should have it up shortly, which is a load off my shoulders 😁

Chapter 5 Looking at my parents, I said, “Yes, it’s me.” Pausing momentarily, my mom said, “What happened to your beard? And why do you look like you are back in high school again?” “I’m not sure, after taking a shower this morning, I noticed that my beard was thin and patchy, so I shaved the rest of it off,” I said. My dad then spoke up, “What did the doctor say today, are they doing anything to help you?” I said, “Well, he thinks maybe it's an autoimmune disease. He took a bunch of blood samples to run tests on, and also a urine and stool sample. I also had a bunch of CT scans and X-rays taken today. He is also double-checking for infection but thinks that it is unlikely. As of right now, they have just been giving me fluids and pain meds.” After taking in all of the information, my mom said, “When will the results be back and when will the doctor see you again?” “He said most of the results will be back by tomorrow and he plans on seeing me tomorrow to go over the results. The rest of the results should be back on Sunday.” I said. Before my parents could grill me more, Rachael walked in carrying a large clear I.V. bag with two different compartments. Looking at my parents, she said, “You must be Will’s parents.” With my mom having the same hazel eyes and facial features as me but with lighter brown hair and my dad having the same hair color and before today beard, but turning gray due to middle age and blue eyes, it is easy to tell that I am a product of the two. Without missing a beat, my mom said, “Yes, I am Will’s mother Elaina, and this is Will’s father George.” “It’s nice to you all,” she said. My dad then said, “Hopefully, my son has not been causing any trouble.” I glare at my dad, knowing what he is trying to do. Rachael said, “Not at all.” Looking at me she then said, “OK Will, with you having issues again today with eating, the doctor ordered to give you what is called a TPN. You can think of it like I.V. fluids but with more nutrition in it.” She then burst open the two compartments within the bag and shook it up. Placing it on the I.V. pole, she disconnected me from the regular fluids and then connected the new bag of fluids to my I.V. port. “Is there anything else I can do for you, Will?” Rachael said. I said, “I’m good for right now, thanks.” Chiming in, my mom said, “Thank you, Rachael.” With a smile, Rachael said, “Certainly, press the call button if you need me later on.” Rachael then walked out of the room. I looked at my dad and said, “DAD, not the time!” With a smile, he said, “What, she is very pretty and looks to be about your age, and I didn’t see a ring on her finger.” With a groan, I said, “Right now I don’t even look my age.” With some concern returning to his face, he said, “Alright son, I won’t try setting you up with the nurses … for now.” My mom then said, “I’m with Will on this, I don’t think dating should be on the agenda right now.” My mom took my backpack and set it down on the floor, then took a seat in the chair next to the bed and my dad took the chair from the other corner and moved it beside my mom and took a seat. I grabbed the remote and handed it to my mom and and said, “Here, you or Dad can pick something to watch, I’ll probably just fall asleep.” She said, “OK,” then flipped through some channels and she settled on a network news channel. As I was watching the talking heads drone on about news stories that affect no one, but somehow get people outraged, I fell asleep. I wake up to the need to poop again, I throw the covers off and get out of bed. Before I can get the I.V. pump unplugged, my dad is beside me helping me. Standing up beside him, the new height difference is now apparent. With my dad being 6 foot 1 inches, there was not a big difference between the two of us before; but now it looks like I am closer to my mom’s height of 5 foot 6 inches. With no time to dwell on that thought, I make it to the bathroom with little time to spare. After emptying my bowels and washing my hands, I open the door to the bathroom to see both my parents standing outside the door. Looking at my parents, I can see that they are a little shocked by my height loss and this is the first time that they saw me standing. I can now tell that I am probably only a couple of inches, at most, taller than my mom right now. My mom said, “Will, how tall are you now?” “5 foot 8 and ½ inches was how tall I was this morning,” I said. My mom, not knowing how to respond, said, “Oh, we should probably get you back in bed.” After getting back in bed and my dad plugging back in the I.V. pump, I asked, “Where are y’all staying tonight?” My dad said, “We booked a hotel room not far from here for the night, we dropped off our bags there before coming here.” Grabbing my keys off the table beside my bed, I said, “Y’all can use my car while I’m in the hospital, there is no point in getting charged for parking for the whole weekend and y’all paying for Ubers.” My dad nodded and as I was handing him the keys I said, “The parking stub is in the front pocket of my backpack and I parked on the second floor of the parking garage that is next to the ER. If you want to, y’all can stay at my apartment until I get out of the hospital.” My dad said, “We will keep that in mind, but don’t worry about us, just focus on getting better.” “I will try,” I said. “With traveling today and the time change, we are going to head to the hotel to get some sleep, but we will be back here first thing in the morning.” my mom said. I said, “OK.” My mom, leaning down to hug me said, “Get some rest, I love you and will see you first thing in the morning.” With a quick kiss on my cheek, she stood back up then my dad leaned down and said, “I love you, son.” As he was hugging me. “I love y’all too,” I said. They then walked out of the room leaving me to fall back asleep again. I woke to the feeling of all my joints throbbing in pain. Reaching over to the table, I grab the remote and hit the call button. A few minutes later, Isoline walks in and asks, “Hey Will, what can I do for you?” “Can I get some more pain medicine, I’m in a lot of pain right now,” I said. She said, “Certainly, I will be right back.” She walked out of the room to get the morphine and was back within a minute. With the syringe in hand, she quickly pushed the morphine into my I.V. line. With a sigh of relief, I said, “Thank you.” “No problem, is there anything else I can do for you?” She said. “No, I think I am going to go back to sleep,” I said. She said, “OK, get some rest.” Then walked back out of the room. A few minutes later, I succumbed to sleep. I awoke the next morning thinking about the close call last night with the bathroom. With no time to ponder my midnight bathroom escapades, I’m hit with the immediate throbbing pain in all my joints. I immediately hit the call button. I look to my right and see that my parents are already here sitting beside me. With a worried face, my mom asked, “Is there something wrong?” Gritting my teeth, I said, “I need pain medicine.” “OK, if a nurse isn’t here soon, I will go find one.” She said. Luckily, a couple of minutes later, Rachael walks in. Guessing that she knew what I would be asking for, she already had a syringe in hand. She asked, “Do you need morphine?” I nodded and she quickly pushed the medicine into my I.V. Looking at me, she said, “I figured that you would be asking for pain medicine since you have not had any since late last night.” Taking in a deep breath, I said, “Thanks.” She then said, “Alright, with that out of the way, let’s go and get you weighed and measured.” With relieved joints, I slowly get out of bed. With my parents standing on either side of me, I can tell I am definitely closer to my mom’s height. Pushing my I.V. poll, all four of us make it down to the nurse’s station. Rachael weighs and measures me and before I could even ask, my dad said, “How much does he weigh and how tall is he?” “He weighs a 123 pounds and is 5 foot 7 inches tall,” Rachael said. With frustration in my dad’s voice, he said, “When will the doctor see him today?” With a slight nervousness in her voice, probably not wanting to deal with an angry, protective parent, she said, “The doctor should see him in about an hour.” Walking back to my room in silence, I could feel the tension on either side of me. But either being lucky or unlucky depending on how you look at it, as soon as I passed the threshold of my room, I was hit with the need to poop. With a quick, “I’m going to the bathroom.” to my parents, I detoured into the bathroom. After another ungodly bowel movement with some pee, I wash my hands, brush my teeth, and comb my hair. Exiting the bathroom, I see that my parents are in their ‘assigned’ seating, with my dad watching Sports Center on TV. Settling back in bed, we wait in nervous silence for the doctor. Nodding in and out of sleep, I open my eyes to my mom gently shaking my shoulder. “The doctor is here to see you, Will.” My mom said. Sure enough, at the foot of my bed is Dr. Wilson. “Good morning Will, how do you feel this morning?” Dr. Wilson said. I said, “I’m just tired right now.” Dr. Wilson responded, “I'm sorry to hear that, have you been having any new or worse symptoms?” “No new symptoms, I just have been having worse joint pain and needing more pain medicine,” I said. “We will keep giving you morphine as needed to keep you comfortable. I do have the majority of your test results back. Starting first with your urine and stool sample results show high levels of calcium. Looking at your blood panel results, it is the same as before with high levels of calcium and creatine kinase. We did get the results back from testing for the most common autoimmune diseases and your results were negative for Addison disease, Celiac, Dermatomyositis, Graves, Hashimoto thyroiditis, Crohn, MS, Myasthenia gravis, Pernicious, Sjogren syndrome, Lupus and both Reactive and Rheumatoid arthritis.” He said. Before I could even respond, my mom asked, “What did his CT and X-ray show?” He said, “The X-ray didn’t show anything abnormal and the CT scan did not reveal anything new to us. It is still showing that all of his joints are inflamed, but since we ruled out arthritis, we know it is not that.” My dad asked, “What else could it be?” “Well, I am still waiting on the test results to come back for the more uncommon types of autoimmune diseases, I should have them by tomorrow. Also, the blood culture results should be back by tomorrow, but since he is not running a fever and I am not seeing any other signs of an infection, I expect it to be negative,” Dr. Wilson said. My dad said, “What are you going to do for him in the meantime? He lost 5 inches in height and a little over 30 lbs this week. I’m literally looking at the teenage version of my 27-year-old son.” “I was hoping it would not come to this, but with his extreme weight loss, I will be giving him a nasogastric tube or feeding tube soon. It will bypass his stomach and give him nutrition at his duodenum or the lower stomach that connects to his small intestines. This should allow him to get nutrition without vomiting. I will set him on a feeding schedule of three times a day and will switch him back to regular fluids in his I.V.” He said. My mom said, “How is he losing weight and shrinking?” Dr. Wilson said, “To be honest, with how his symptoms are presenting, I have never seen something like this. It seems that his body is using itself to sustain itself. But instead of getting emaciated, his skeletal system is shrinking to compensate. That is why there is a high level of both creatine kinase and calcium in his blood, but only high levels of calcium in his urine and stool. The body only needs so much calcium to sustain itself and expels the rest.” Before my parents could interject, I asked, “When will you be putting in the feeding tube?” “I will be going to get the necessary supplies and a nurse to help now. I should be back soon.” He said. Before he could get bombarded with more questions from my parents, he walked out of the room. With a concerned look, my mom said, “I think we should get you into a better hospital.” “I think we should at least wait to see what the results are tomorrow. With it being the weekend, I doubt that another hospital will do much for me until Monday.” I said. My mom said, “That is probably true, but as soon as the doctor tells us the results tomorrow, I would like to get you transferred to the Mayo Clinic in Phoenix.” A few minutes later, Dr. Wilson and Rachael walked in carrying some supplies on a tray. After setting the tray tray down on the table beside me, Dr. Wilson said, “Alright Will, with your I.V. in your left arm, I am going to insert the tube in your left nostril. It is probably going to be a little uncomfortable when I insert it and will probably feel a little strange having it in afterward, but it shouldn’t bother you too much.” I said, “OK.” After both he and Rachael put on some gloves, he grabbed one end of the feeding tube while Rachael held the rest, which included some ports. Dr. Wilson said, “I am going to start putting the tube up your nose and when I tell you to swallow, swallow so that we make sure that it goes down your esophagus.” I nodded, then Dr. Wilson started pushing the tube up my nose and when I felt it in the back of my throat, I heard Dr. Wilson say, “Swallow Will.” I swallowed and Dr. Wilson pushed more and more of the tube up my nose as Rachael fed it to him. All the while, I did my best not to gag as it ran down my throat. When he was done, he taped it to my cheek and put the loose end with the port behind my ear. As soon as I was over trying not to gag, I was hit with the sensation of having a weird continuous sinus drain. It wasn’t a bad feeling, but it was a strange feeling to have constantly. Dr. Wilson then asked, “How does it feel?” “It feels strange but not bad,” I said. “Good, with it already close to lunchtime, I am going to get Rachael to start you on your first feeding. It will basically be the adult version of formula. And to avoid any complication with the feeding tube, always keep your bed at least slightly elevated, never lay down completely flat.” He said. I said, “OK, that shouldn’t be a problem.” “I will see you tomorrow morning to go over the rest of the results, please let someone know if you have any issue with your feeding tube.” I said, ”OK.” then both Dr. Wilson and Rachael with the tray walked out of the room. A moment later Rachael walked back in with a new bag of regular fluids and another smaller bag full of an off-white milky liquid. “I'm going to get you started on your feeding and switch you to regular fluids,” She said. I nodded, and then she hung both bags from my I.V. poll, disconnected the TPN bag, then threw both the old, almost empty, bag of fluids and the TPN bag away. She then connected the new bag of fluids to my I.V. and then connected the other bag for feeding to one of the ports on the end of my feeding tube. “Alright, you are all set, let me know if you need anything else or if you are having any trouble with the feeding tube,” Rachael said. I said, “Thanks, I will.” As Rachael was walking out of my room, I turned to my parents and said, “I’m pretty tired, I think I am going to go back to sleep.” My mom said, “That is OK, get some rest, we will be here when you wake up.” On that note, I shut my eyes and fell asleep. I woke to both the throbbing pain in my joints and the need to poop. I turned to my mom and dad, and said, “I need pain meds and I also have to go to the bathroom.” I got out of bed as my dad was getting up to help me with unplugging the I.V. I made my way into the bathroom with my dad behind me and him shutting the door for me. As I am emptying my bowels on the toilet, my joints start to really cry out in pain. By the time I finished wiping and flushed the toilet, I was in too much pain to get off the toilet. I then hear a knock on the door. “Will, is everything alright in there?” I hear my dad’s voice from the other side of the door. I said, “I need pain medicine, but my joints hurt too bad to get off the toilet.” With a short pause, I hear my dad say, “OK, Rachael and I are coming in.” The door opens and in walks, my dad with a concerned face, followed by Rachael. I can tell, they are trying their best not to react to the smell that I just created in the bathroom. Rachael immediately pushed a syringe of morphine into my I.V. line as my dad stood on the other side of me to help me get up. After a few moments, my dad asked, “Are you OK enough for me to help you get up?” After taking a deep breath, I said, “Yes.” My dad then put a hand under each of my armpits and as he was helping me up, with very little effort on my part, I pulled up my sweatpants and underwear. Rachael said, “While your dad helps you back in bed, I am going to go get some saline to flush out your feed tube.” Rachael walks out as my dad hovers behind me as I wash my hands and make my way back into bed. As soon as I am back under the covers, Rachael walks in with another syringe. She walks up to my I.V. pole and disconnects the feeding bag from my feeding tube, then connects the syringe and slowly pushes the saline into my feeding tube, forcing the rest of the milky white liquid to go down the tube. After throwing the empty feeding bag and syringe away, she turned to me and said, “Will, I am going to start checking on you when you are scheduled to be able to have another dose of morphine so that you don’t end up in that situation again. I will also make a note in your chart so other nurses will know too.” I said, “Thanks, that wasn’t fun.” “I bet not, you're scheduled to be able to have another dose around the same time as your last feeding of the day, so I will double check with you then and if you need anything else, let me know,” she said. I said, “OK.” As Rachael was walking out of the room, my mom turned to me and said, “I talked to your brother earlier and he wanted to Facetime you if you were up to it.” “Sure, I feel better now with the pain meds kicking in,” I said. A second later, my mom was handing me her phone while it was calling my brother on Facetime. 10 seconds later, I see both my brother and sister-in-law on the screen. While my brother has the same eyes and hair color as our mom, he has the same facial features as our dad and surprisingly, has a more stockier frame than both of us. Sitting beside him is his wife, with blue eyes, wavy blonde hair that hangs a few inches past her shoulders, and a button nose. I said, “Hi Stanley, Hi Katie.” They seemed shocked, but not too shocked. I guess my mom prepared them and probably sent them a picture of me when I wasn’t looking or sleeping. “Hey Will, Mom told me what was going on. How are you feeling?” He said. “I’m feeling OK right now, but that is probably because I was just given morphine a few minutes ago,” I said. “Ah, the good stuff, I imagine you would be feeling pretty good right now,” he said with a chuckle. Katie, speaking up, said, “We just wanted to check in and see how you were doing and if there was anything we could do for you.” I said, “Not much you can do for me right now, I’m just waiting to see what the doctor will say tomorrow morning.” Before either of them could respond and as if waiting on her cue, I heard a small voice off-screen say, “Uncle Will, Uncle Will!” A second later I see a 2-year-old miniature version of her mom with short curly hair climb into my brother’s lap to look at who is on the screen. “Hey Ellie, what have you been up to?” I said. She looked at me and said, “Uncle Will, play?” Before I could respond, Katie said, “Uncle Will is not feeling good, he can’t right now.” I smiled to myself, thinking that I am probably the only person in the world that has played with a toddler multiple times through Facetime in her play kitchen. The only drawback is that she will forget we are on Facetime and set the phone down and run off to play with other things. And with all the social graces and attention span of a toddler, Ellie slides out of my brother's lap to most likely scatter more toys throughout the house. “Thanks, Katie, As entertaining as our little Facetime play dates are, I will probably just fall asleep on her,” thinking for a moment, I ask, “Where is little Charlie?” Katie said, “He is sleeping in his crib right now, but hopefully, he will be awake the next time we Facetime you.” “OK, well speaking of sleeping the pain meds are kicking in pretty good, so I think I am going to go back to sleep,” I said. Stanley said, “Alright get some rest, we love you and will talk to you later.” “Love y’all too,” I said. I then handed the phone to my mom and as I was falling asleep, I could overhear my mom and dad talking to Stanley and Katie.

I’m not saying it’s good or bad. I’m just curious. Is it a Sample bias? Bad experience with ABDLs? A desire to maintain a gated community? An assumption that incontinence must cause suffering for it to count? Or am I off the mark on this one? I recently posted on an incontinence forum on a different website about how in I assumed my bladder control was normal to begin with. I got the idea after reading a different thread where someone said they were never good at sensing their bladder filling. I never knew that was a thing. But my whole life I’ve had a weird relationship with my bladder. I clearly remember being terrified of accidents and was always running to the bathroom and I would drain a full bladder. It’s like I was in constant reactive mode. That’s would explain why it felt burdensome to maintain control. Because it was assumed my bladder control was normal and I do have abdl tendencies, I never considered that other people get a more warning than I do that the have to go. And oh my goodness. Some people were supportive. But there were a vocal few who made it clear that it it’s impossible to become incontinent from untraining (it absolutely is. See: Functional incontinence and spiraling). They accused me of rewriting my narrative to say I was incontinent the whole time (I never said that. I said maintaining continence was perhaps more difficult for me than I gave myself credit for). They implied I was undeserving of sympathy (I never asked for sympathy). One person told me this belongs in fiction (it doesn’t), several people told me this doesn’t belong here. The crazy thing is that if you go to any urologist or primary care doctor and say that you suspect there might be some sensory issues that would explain why bladder control is difficult for you, they’d take it at face value. I know this because I’ve literally said to my urologist who I see for urinary incontinence. He nodded and agreed and went on to discuss various treatment options and other topics. I’ve disclosed my bladder control issues to several trusted friends and family, and trust me never once has anyone even thought of calling me out. I didn’t mention the ABDL stuff, but even if I did, I strongly suspect they still wouldn’t question. To be fair incontinence doesn’t come up in discussion that much. Turns out most people don’t really care that much how good or bad you are at controlling your pee, and how it came to be that way. Let me be clear: I get that people suffer from incontinence and they need a community space free of fetishists using them for masturbation material. I fully support gatekeeping in that situation because it is inappropriate. Help me understand it. I’m sure the people on that incontinence support forum had their reasons to demonize me for what I thought was a message in support of other incontinent folks like me. Either way I’m thankful for this lovely group. ❤️ Also… I’m curious others thoughts on if there is a *possible* sensory predisposition that would explain why some of us ABDLs prefer to be incontinent. But that’s a different convo different day.

This was an exercise for me in how close to realistic can I get and still have it be a viable diaper story. It's very, very character driven over action, which I think works pretty well in the short-story format. It's also a relative unicorn in that it's a father-daughter interaction instead of the typical mother-son/daughter presentation, and it's also a first-person from the perspective of the parent instead of the kid. Hope you enjoy! ----------------- “Do you think this is fun for me?!” I shout over the din of the rushing water, disgusted as I pick up her soiled jeans and panties off the bathroom floor. “No,” she groans. I can hear the sarcasm in her voice, and it grates my nerves. “Sorry, Dad,” she huffs. Not a stitch of sincerity in it. “All because you can’t be bothered to interrupt a goddamned VIDEO GAME to go to the damned bathroom! What is WRONG with you?!” “I said I’m sorry, okay?!” she barks back. “Get over it already!” That plucked my last nerve. I storm out of the bathroom and down to the basement, hurling the wet clothes into the washer when I arrive. I ordered the supplies for this online a few weeks ago, before school let out, but guilt prevented me from going forward with it. This was wrong, doing this to a 12-year-old girl, wasn’t it? Now it clearly was the only option. I’d tried buying her those bedwetting pants for older girls, but she only ever wore them if I checked up on her in the morning, and even then only after an extended screaming match. Half the time she’d ditch them later anyway. Of course, she never had “accidents” at school. Oh no, in fact the teachers complained she was constantly asking for a hall pass in the middle of class. If I hadn’t intimated to them all the toileting problems she had at home, they would have insisted she wait until between classes. This, though, this is the end. No more of any of that, not for a long time. It’s the beginning of summer break, and I’m not going to deal with mountains of laundry and cleaning up puddles everywhere for the next three months. I listen; the shower is still running. Good. I have time, but I have to move fast. For once I’m grateful she has such a penchant for marathon bathing sessions. By the time I hear the water cut off, the stage is set. Her underwear drawer has been properly reorganized; I’ll buy her new panties if and when she shows me that she’s ready to start using the damned bathroom on a consistent basis. Everything I need for this battle is sitting under the bed. I sit down at the foot and wait for her to come out of the bathroom. This is going to be a fight to end all fights, but I’m ready. If I have to, I’ll take her over my knee, something I haven’t done in years, though I quietly wonder if that fact hasn’t contributed to where we are now. “Dad?! What the hell are you doing in here?!” she shrieks as she enters the room, clutching her towel. “Sit down,” I say calmly, patting the bed next to me. “Can’t we save ‘the talk’ for after I get dressed?!” she snaps. “I SAID SIT DOWN!” I command. It’s a voice she hasn’t heard in a while, and she startles, just as I expected her to. She complies, but not without a huff. “I can’t believe you’re still pissed. What’s the big deal?” she grumbles. “I’m not still pissed about that. And it’s not going to be a big deal anymore. You’ve made it perfectly clear to me that you don’t want to be responsible for your toileting anymore. So I’m going to handle it for you.” “What does that even mean?!” she asks, her face a picture of confusion. “Lie down,” I reply flatly. “Wait, wha…” “LIE DOWN!” She complies hurriedly, and I reach for the towel. “Dad, what are you doing?!” she protests, clutching it tighter against her chest. “Let go of the towel, Melissa.” I glare at her fiercely, and she relaxes her grip. “What are you doing?” she repeats, her voice softer but just as confused. “Just what I said. Handling your toileting for you.” The towel is spread out beneath her, and she’s lying there, naked and blushing. I reach under the bed and grab my supplies. Her eyes lock on one in particular, and it crinkles softly as I drop it next to her. “DAD! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!” she shrieks, retreating towards the head of the bed. “Get your butt back on that towel and don’t move.” I grab her ankle and lock on as she squirms. “I’m not wearing that! No fucking way!” She’s trying to pull away, but my deathlock is holding her fast. I grab the other ankle and pull her back down. I scowl at her darkly. “If that word comes out of your mouth again, you’re going to be a very unhappy little girl. Now lay still.” “Dad! Daddy! Come on! I’ll wear the pull-ups! Just not that! Please!” she pleads. She starts to squirm again. I quickly swat her on the thigh. Not hard, just enough to get her attention. “Ow!” she yelps. Her eyes are filling with tears. “This is ridiculous, Daddy! Please! I promise I won’t do it anymore! Just don’t make me wear that!” “Roll over,” I instruct, ignoring her begging. “NO!” she shouts back. “I’m not wearing diapers Daddy!” “Roll over, or I will do it for you, and then I’ll warm your little bottom up for you as well, Melissa,” I growl, deep and low. The tone that she knows means business. “Daddy, please,” she whimpers as she turns over onto her stomach. She’s crying now, and a pang of guilt shoots through me as I pick up the tube of rash cream and gently apply it to the insides of her little butt cheeks. “I don’t know why you’re getting all worked up,” I lied, picking up the baby powder and sprinkling it liberally all over her backside and the tops of her thighs. “This way, you’ll be able to sit there and play your little video games and not have to worry about going potty anymore.” “I’m not a little kid Dad!” she snaps back through her tears. “I don’t need stupid diapers!” Ignoring the protests, I unfold the diaper and spread it out next to her. It’s a noisy little thing, for sure, crinkling like a ball of grocery bags the whole time. Truth be told, I was rather surprised to discover that companies actually made larger-than-infant-sized diapers with cute prints like this, and I was downright tickled when I finally found one that produced a size small. Still yet, this thing was going to be huge on her. The better to keep her aware of it, I think to myself with a chuckle. “Roll over please,” I instruct. She does, and more rustling ensues. “Okay, okay, I get it. I’ll take more bathroom breaks, I promise. Just don’t do this, please!” More cream and powder in the front, and it’s fairly obvious she’s panicking now. I draw the front up. It rides right up above her belly button, just to the bottom of her ribcage. “Daddy PLEASE!” she shouts. She tries to stick her hand in between the two side panels, and I give it a sharp swat. She yelps, but tries again. This time I give her a firm smack on the thigh. “Do it again and I’ll turn you back over and give you a real spanking,” I warn her. She whines an incoherent protest, but her hands return to her face. Recalling the video I watched on how to deal with four-tape diapers, I cinch the bottom tapes across and slightly down, then the top ones across and up. I run my fingers along the leg elastics; they’re snug, but not too tight. On her skinny frame, all the tapes comically overlap, obscuring the cute little pictures of baby animals printed all over them. “I HATE YOU!” her shriek through the pillow breaks the moment. “I HATE YOU DADDY!” She flops over onto her stomach, the diaper rustling loudly in reply. “I know you do, Pixie. I know,” I offer sympathetically as I rub her back. “Pixie” has been my pet name for her ever since she was able to walk; she’d always been long and gangly, and as soon as she had her feet, she flitted around the house and the yard like a little fairy, constantly on the run. “Don’t call me that!” she pouted from under the pillow. “I know, I know, Daddy’s a big meanie.” Thoughtlessly, I patted her bottom gently, and it responded with dull, hollow sounds along with the plastic rustling. “How long do I have to wear this stupid thing?” she grumped. “Well that’s entirely up to you, Pixie,” I said. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” “It means that, after you’ve had a chance to try out Daddy’s solution to your wetting problems, you’ll get to decide for yourself if you like this arrangement or if you’d rather handle them yourself like a responsible young woman.” “Well I don’t like it. I want to wear my pull-ups!” “Silly Pixie. You haven’t even given it a chance yet. In a week or so, we’ll talk about how you feel about this arrangement.” I’d never seen her flip over so fast. “A week?!” she shouts, sitting back up with a loud crinkle. “Or longer if you need.” “NO!” “That’s fine, a week should be long enough.” “I have to wear diapers for a whole week?! This is so unfair!” “Melissa, stop. This has been going on for nine months. I took you to the doctor, he sent you to the urologist, both of them said there was nothing wrong. It never happened at school, only here at home when you were lazing around playing your video games. I asked you to handle the problem yourself by wearing your pull-ups, and you refused unless I threatened to ground you, and even then you still took them off the first chance you got when my back was turned. And all the while Daddy was stuck washing two, three extra pairs of jeans and panties every day. So, now that school is out, Daddy’s going to handle the problem for a while, and a week from now you can decide if you like this arrangement better.” The picture in front of me is downright adorable. She’s sitting there in a lotus position, her tear-streaked face hanging low, staring at her feet while she picks at the fuzzballs on her socks, the huge, colorful diaper engulfing her middle. Twelve going on three; I can’t help but chuckle a bit. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whimpers. “Sorry for what, Pixie?” I ask. “Sorry for being lazy and not wearing my pull-ups.” “Come here, Pixie.” She rustles over and straddles my lap, wrapping herself completely around me. I return her embrace, though I can’t help but pat her crinkly bottom with one hand. “I know you’re sorry, sweetie. And I know you’re not happy with this right now. But you also know why I had to do something, don’t you?” “Yes,” she whimpers into my shoulder. “And you know I still love you, right?” “Yes.” “Does my Pixie still hate me?” “No.” “Daddy’s glad to hear that. Now why don’t you go find a t-shirt to wear, and then you can go back to your Fallout or whatever you were playing, okay?” “And some jeans?” she asked. “You can sure as heck try to put jeans on over that, but I’ll bet you the next Destiny DLC that none of them will fit.” “So what am I supposed to do?” she whined. “It’s summer, you’re in the house, you don’t really need pants.” “But what if we go out?! I only have like…” “One dress, no skirts. Which is why you’re going to wear that dress tomorrow when we go down to Goodwill and get you some more.” “But I hate that dress!” She’s getting worked up again, and I have to stop it. “Would you rather go in a t-shirt and diaper?” “NO!” Her arms drop away and now she’s pouting up at me again. “I know you hate the church dress, but you’re the one who decided she was too ‘cool’ to wear skirts or dresses to school anymore and filled your closet and dresser with jeans and t-shirts. So tomorrow, after you have a chance to get used to our new arrangement, we’ll fix that problem, okay?” She’s still pouting, but she mutters, “Okay.” “Go find a t-shirt, Pixie.” She huffs as she slides off my lap with a crinkle and waddles over to her dresser. “Oh my god, this thing is huge!” she complains. “It’s like I got a big pillow between my legs!” “Why do you think I’m giving you the rest of the day to get used to it before we go out in public?” I ask, doing my best not to laugh. “Hmph!” she grumps, no doubt frustrated at my lack of sympathy. Several rustles later, and she’s sliding something I’m sure she used to wear as a nightshirt down her skinny arms and poking her head out of the top. It still doesn’t hide her puffy new underwear, despite all her tugging and hemming and hawing over it. She turns back to face me and sticks her tongue out, half a diaper poking out from under the shirt, before stalking out of the room, the crunching plastic announcing her departure and echoing the whole way down the hall. I finally let loose the laugh I’d been holding back the whole time. The more a little girl grows up, the more she’s still a little girl at times, and nothing could ever prove that point more perfectly than the spectacle I just witnessed. All that’s changed are the toys she plays with now. The TV in the living room quietly announces that she’s back to work shooting up hapless players from all over the globe, and her trash-talking confirms it. I have another job yet to do, and I may as well get it done now rather than wait until the issue actually arises. I get up and head back to my bedroom, removing a Lowe’s bag from my drawer. Three key lock doorknobs; one for my bathroom, one each for her door to the second bathroom and the hallway entrance. I couldn’t trust her to wear the damned bedwetting pants I bought for her, I’m certainly not going to give her a chance to try and take her diaper off to go to the bathroom now. With her headset on and engrossed in the game, there’s zero chance of her hearing me replacing the knobs. I get straight to work, quickly and quietly popping the screws, starting with the door in her room. Once the new knob is in place, I lock it from the inside and close the door firmly. Half an hour later, I’m finished. I peek into the living room; for all her consternation over her new underwear, it certainly hasn’t affected her fixation on the Xbox. Chuckling, I head over to the kitchen and get started on dinner. The work day is pretty well shot, but I’ll make up my production later on tonight, after the next big fight I’m quite certain is coming.

Tap tap tap... there it is, the Universe tapping me on the shoulder again. My wife has been streaming a show about a female standup comic from the 1950's, and the episode she was watching yesterday, while I was sitting on the bed in a Bambino Skooldoodle, centered on the main character doing a standup set for a room full of men, and she goes on to lob several one-liners about diaper cream, and diapers. "Blah blah, diaper cream..." (laughs) and "blah blah diaper cream" (laughs), she goes on and on, while I sat there reading the news, the air around me tinctured slightly with the scent of... my recently applied diaper cream. Other recent happenings... in what is clearly a warning shot from early-onset dementia, I peered into my diaper can in confusion, beholding at pair of socks sitting in there, atop a couple of fallen soldiers. I picked them up, turned them over in my hand... and then went to go look in the laundry basket, where I found a BeDry Night bundled up with my golf shirts, jeans and onesies. My process at the demarcation point where we transition into the winddown phase of the later evening is to take the dog out one last time for a (hopefully) quick pee, then follow him into our bedroom, close the door, and undress from whatever I'm wearing, depositing the pants either into the laundry, or into a basket on my side of the bed if they're fit for another day of active duty. If my current diaper needs to be changed, I pull a diaper out of my drawer, a sleeping shirt out of another drawer (I wear designated, older t-shirts to bed because they inevitably get stretched out), and then I go into the bathroom, bundle up the expired diaper, and take a shower, before putting on a new diaper, brushing my teeth, I clip a paci to my shirt, then I head to the closet, where I dump the diaper into the diaper can, and my onesie/t-shirt/socks etc into the laundry. Except this time I threw my socks in the diaper can and my diaper in the laundry. I had a "I'm pretty sure the person knows I wear diapers" moment on my front porch... the doorbell rang, and I was wearing a golf shirt overtop of track pants, in the kitchen getting lunch. My track pants were overtop of a diaper, of course. I looked out the kitchen window... and beheld a postal worker balancing a case of what could only be diapers on the railing, while already filling out one of those "we missed you" sticky slips to attach to my door, which would mean I'd have to drive into town to pick them up at the post office, the next day. He'd been there for seven seconds since the doorbell wrang, so was obviously in a hurry to get on with his day of not delivering packages to people, so that they could all converge on the post office the next day. SO, decision time... I would have no opportunity to pull jeans or something more substantial on, if I wanted my package of oversized baby pants right now, and not passed over the counter to me in a post office with several people standing around. I skidded over to the door and opened it, just as the guy was turning around to leave. He looked slightly disappointed. I signed for my case of big plastic baby pants, wearing, of course, big plastic baby pants. The box was anonymous but of a very identifiable shape, size and weight, for someone who does nothing but deliver packages, day in, day out, I would imagine. And I, myself, felt as though I had a fairly identifiable shape, size and weight... that of a guy wearing a diaper under light athletic pants.

I've mentioned this on a few other threads over the past few years. I have apnea, which I procrastinated on getting treatment for far too long. I was always tired, even nodding off at work (especially in meetings). And due to the poor sleep, my body never fully shut down and therefore I needed to pee several (usually 3 or 4) times a night. Like others posting above, if I had to get up, it was hard to get back to sleep, thereby making things even worse. This is where diapers came to the rescue - no need to get out of bed... just roll onto my back and let go, then drift back to sleep in minutes ... vs at least 30 minutes lost if I had to get up. Since I had already been wearing at night for many many years, it wasn't hard to condition myself to let go while on my back in bed. I've been on CPAP for some years now and I still wake up frequently through the night... but having to pee has been reduced significantly. Still wear the diapers (different "need" of course), but now the need to pee is once.... maybe twice in a night.

Cant say much that havent already been said. Except that Im loving every bit of the story till now. Wanna know even more about Emma as the chapters go by. And it's such a joy and delight to see Roxie's friendship blossoming too. Wonder where that will lead and if Beth's sister is who Im thinking or another 3rd party...

Happy to see another chapter! Great writing as always. Also as always, leaves me so curious what's going to happen next. I can absolutely mentally picture Kelly's character and the annoyed hospital volunteer lol.

I have seen that similar reaction. 🤭 I think that’s people for you. Those people for what ever reason say that, even though a doctor warned me, “if you use diapers for you IBS, you may find you’ll need them permanently”; that was 17 years ago I’ve been in diapees for almost 7 years. When I started wearing permanently, I had already had bowel accidents throughout my life and was diagnosed IBS. I did not have urinary issues. Now, I have urge urinary incontinence, as in I can’t make it to the bathroom without leaking. I’ve been tested and doctors couldn’t tell me why. The interesting part… I never set out to untrain… it just kinda happened. So while I see what some people say, my experience… IS SO different from theirs, that it’s not possible. Even though it is and I’m currently living it. Some humans are not as open as others. 🤭

https://www.cnbc.com/2024/04/01/amazons-long-journey-to-get-rid-of-its-signature-brown-boxes.html I received a single pack in their plastic bags and the cases in boxes. Now you STILL know what your neighbors are getting.

Gee, Roxie made the greatest thought of the day... She forgot the cardinal rule, Tell Mommy if something happens. I'm loving this story and eagerly awaiting the next chapter. I fully understand the gremlins attacking the electronics as I've had my share of losses to chapters (40k words lost). May the gremlins leave you alone and your muse not get silent.

I don't really know. I just don't use my bladder. I can recall last time I tested (maybe a year ago) that I could last 1 hour or maybe 90 minutes but if I was well hydrated, I don't think it would be that long. I pee frequently but in fairly small volumes now. This is perversely kind of helpful because I've discovered diapers work better used that way. They have some time to digest between drinks and are therefore less likely to leak than with highly intermittent deluges. I'd have to say that if you're looking for convenience, you've picked the wrong hobby 🤣

@Enthusi: Maybe not where you planned this thread to go, but.... I've known since (mid) elementary school that how I sense things is different from "normal" or "average", starting with pain..... While I won't say I was wanting incontinence, a piece of my was scared / expecting something to happen at some point in time... And when the combination of things hit that started the bed-wetting, so it came true..... And that was before I knew about ABDL / diaper fetish, etc.... Found out about that once I started looking for how to handle the problem.... While sensory issues weren't discussed / brought up by doctors as I was growing up, I see what I have is now on the list of items associated with neurodiversity and autism spectrum. So, you may have similar "fun" with current definitions knowing what you know now.

I don't know how I missed these But I love them

Well, yesterday I had another incident. I had another case of my mystery IBS/food allergy emergency and while it would have been messy either way, I didn't have the diaper on. Anyhow, the house guests are gone and I'm back wearing a diaper.

Those statements aren't enforceable. The author doesn't give up their rights that easily.

Happy Birthday Mikey! 🎂🎈

Hello! I started this story out on Wattpad and had another user recommend that I share it here as well. I update the story once a week on Sundays. I like to have multiple chapters ready ahead of time because I don't like it when a story goes incomplete or there is a long break between chapters. So! I set up a Discord for anyone who wants to talk about the story or my other writings; you can get behind-the-scenes information there and make suggestions. I also do read and try to reply to all comments. If you want to read those chapters I wrote ahead of time before they get published, I set up a few supporter options. All of them integrate with Discord, assigning you the role needed to see the channels where I post the latest chapters as soon as they are ready. Currently, I'm aiming to write two chapters of each story each week. I know I can't keep up at that rate (8-12 Chapters), but it's to get more content ready so I can shift to other projects and keep things stable. If you're interested in anything I said above, then here are the links. I hope you enjoyed my story so far! Supporter Links: https://www.patreon.com/storynook https://subscribestar.adult/story-nook Discord: https://discord.gg/ARsZxjC4ts Thank you for telling me about it!

My wife asked me to lay off it for a few days while we have guests.

That is a problem I do not have. If I do not feel the hem of a skirt on my thighs, a tiara or Alice band in shoulder length hair and i can close or cross my legs at or above the knee, then I know I am not in a diaper

Chapter 102: Miss Lilly “I WISH I was,” Beth told me. “How?!?” “The university likes to sweep things like this under the rug…? They often avoid seeing students charged so they don’t get the bad headlines. I’m guessing this was the same?” “So if she’s not going to be found in prison after all of this, where is she going?” I asked. “Nikki said she caught a flight out to the West Coast,” Beth shrugged. “I’m not any more happy about it than you are. I can only imagine what my mom and dad are going to say?” I nodded. “This is… stupid,” I said before swearing. I figured it was safe to do so. Still, the last thing I wanted to do was discover a hidden recording mechanism in the world and have all of my sins exposed to my nest mother or the university. “Yeah, it is. I’m not happy that we weren’t at least consulted. I may see if Dad can still find a way for me to still press charges.” I nodded at that. “So… besides a raving lunatic being on the loose now, how is your new nest?” I groaned, “I have three sisters, and I think all three of them would be screaming to run away from the cuteness?” “How so?” Beth asked, her smirk making me wonder if she knew anything. I sighed, “Being called a ‘Sparkle’ constantly, dressed in the most vomit-inducing onesie? Glitter seemingly on everything? Or the cherry on top? The ‘Sparkle Chant.’ “Sparkle chant?” Beth’s eyes couldn’t quite glimmer the same way in the virtual space as they could in person, but I could sense her getting a kick out of this. “You have to show me!” I had far too clear a memory of the horrible thing, and after much cajoling, I said it to her at least. “There’s no way that’s it? Not with a bunch of the ultra-girly girls?” I sighed, “There are motions too. It made me feel like I was in preschool?” “Well, that’s how the nests are all set up, isn’t it?” “The boys were bad in their own way, but seriously, there’s like a daycare play area that takes up a quarter of the room?” I shrugged, “I guess I know I’ve heard girls are almost certain to get adopted, but I didn’t think they would try and force those behaviors on college students who aren’t adopted?” “Yeah, nothing is too far, Carly,” Beth said. She looked at the clock in the room we were hanging out in. “I’m going to call it a night; it was a long day. I’ll see you in the morning?” “Sure, Beth.” “I love you, Carly,” she said with a smile, giving me a hug and a toe-curling kiss. “Love you too,” I told her. When I hung up, I noticed my diaper felt soaked. True to her word, Lilly’s door was open, despite me being seemingly the only Little still awake then. I walked through and found her quietly watching TV with a set of notes in front of her. “Enough games for the night?” She asked. I shook my head, “I was actually just hanging out with someone,” I told her. “Your girlfriend?” She asked me. I blushed, “Yes?” “You have the prettiest blush,” she told me. “Umm… thanks,” I replied. “I’m guessing your tushie needs changed?” “If you don’t mind? Please?” “Certainly! It’s my job, Princess!” Lilly carried me out to the changing table, where she unzipped the sleeper, moving from my chest down to my foot to quickly remove my feet and rear from it. “You’ve definitely got more energy than my other little sparkles in here,” she whispered. I think they all crashed over an hour ago?” I shrugged, “I never need much sleep?” She pulled the tapes loose on the diaper before easily grasping both of my ankles in her hand and lifting. “Do you mind if we have a little chat after I change you?” “Sure,” I said, wondering what she wanted to discuss. “Great, I won’t keep you up too much later, though,” she added. Mackenzie wasn’t bad at diaper changes, but hers definitely felt more… mechanical? There were all the caring actions to clean up any mess, but it felt like I was just a member of the assembly line most of the times she diapered me. Lilly took her time, gently making sure I was clean before adding some cream and powder and sealing a new diaper around my hips. She was caring as she slid my feet back inside the pajamas and zipped me up. “All clean!” She said with a smile. “Thanks,” I said, blushing that once again I’d had a diaper that I’d uncontrollably wet. She pulled me free from the strap and the table, carried me on her hip back into her apartment, closed her door, and set me down in a rocking chair she had to the side. “I’ll be right back after I wash my hands. Do you want something to drink before you go to bed?” I almost said no, just because I hadn’t trusted anyone with drinks, but with no potty training to lose anymore, I said, “Please?” “Water? Juice? Milk?” “Water would be fine,” I said. “Thanks!” ‘What happened to not closing the door?’ I wondered. ‘I’m sure they’re all out, though. I could hear snores?’ She reappeared a few moments later with a sippy cup of water and slid me down on her lap after picking me back up. “So how did you go from being the only Little still out of diapers to seemingly having less control than most overnight?” I sighed. “You can trust me, you know?” she said, taking her hand and moving some of my hair out of my eyes. I took a sip from the cup and nodded after guessing it was safer water if it was from her kitchen. “I take it that you and your mom feel you owe my mom?” She nodded, “You figured it out?” “Grandma had to,” I told her, “I don’t think Mom even knew her first name? I guess she just saw your grandmother’s business card briefly once?” She nodded, “Until I came to school here, our family had never really left the West Coast?” “Small world, though, still?” I said, “So, do you swim because of what happened?” She nodded, “After Mom almost drowned, she insisted she learn how to swim, as well as the Little who saved her. Eventually, she got good enough to swim for her high school team. When I was born, Mom started giving me lessons before I could even walk!” I nodded, “That was basically my mom too.” “So what happened?” I debated the trust issue but decided I could tell her some of it. “That LittleGo Plus stuff they used on me contains nanites that help generate a protein that binds to centers in your nervous system. They cause you to not feel the need to urinate or defecate, so your body just goes. Grandma had knocked them all offline before they became a problem.” “That makes sense. I know Kenzie was surprised you didn’t need diapers after that. I think Northrup looked up more information and shared it with her?” I sighed, “Anyway, the film required me to be transformed mid-film into a female character. The costume department and production staff decided to use nanites for that. They wanted it to be realistic, and since it could be reversed easily, it made sense. Unfortunately for me, they also reactivated the others somehow, leaving me incontinent.” She squeezed me in a hug, “I’m sorry, Carly. Why didn’t you change back, though?” “There was some sort of weird interaction, and it appears I can’t be changed back now.” She sat silently with me, rocking for a few more minutes, “I’m sorry to hear that. You do make a pretty girl, though?” “A toddler one?” I asked. She shrugged, “You do pull off the look now. Without the uniform, everyone will just assume you’re just a regular baby girl.” I nodded, “Though most babies my size don’t qualify as toddlers yet?” “True,” she agreed. “More like crawlers…? I’m glad nothing happened that way. Anyway, now I’ve settled my curiosity. Can we hang out again sometime?” “Sure,” I said and yawned. “I think this little sparkle needs to go to bed!” She smiled. I was carried back to the room, and she opened the front of the pod and placed me gently inside. She tucked me in and handed me Kylie, who must have been brought from the other nest. “Does your stuffie have a name?” “Kylie?” “My mom’s name?” “It was so I could remember it?” “That’s sweet,” she said with a smile. “And here, you need a unicorn too!” I blushed but accepted the white stuffed unicorn she handed me, putting my arm around both to cuddle them into me. “Thanks,” I said. “I’ll wake you up to swim in the morning,” she smiled, “Night, Princess.” “Night,” I told her. She put the front up, even as the end with the steps remained open for me to get out if I needed to. I closed my eyes and went to sleep, glad this long day was over! THE NEXT THING I knew was the feeling of arms underneath my body picking me up. I looked up and nearly jumped at the unfamiliarity of waking up to Lilly’s face, but relaxed and sighed, “Morning,” I told her. “Morning,” she smiled. “Kenzie mentioned you are a sleepy little one in the morning?” I was placed on the changing table and stretched out while she strapped me down. I shrugged, “Until I’m in the water?” “Well, let’s get you going there then!” She smiled. My diaper was soaked, so she took the time to wipe me clean before pulling a pink and purple swim diaper up my legs. She was hiding a tiny bit of fabric that I assumed was a swimsuit. Then, she smiled at me, “I can’t wait to see you in your new swimsuit! Miss Kenzie actually picked this out for you yesterday.” “Oh?” I asked and got a look at it. A pattern of bright pastel rainbow colors moved diagonally from the top to the bottom of the swimsuit pattern. There were white silhouettes of unicorns and stars all over that. There was a fake ruffled pink sleeve on the straps for the shoulders, and the bottom had a very short pink skirt that didn’t cover all the way to the bottom of the suit. It was in a word. Cute. For a real toddler! It was more than a little infantilizing for a now nineteen-year-old girl. I made no complaints, though, just cooperatively pulling it up over my diaper, squeezing my arms through the straps, and then tugging it a bit to get it to sit right. “You look sooooo adorable!” Lilly cooed quietly. I rolled my eyes, “Of course I do!” She tickled my side, “Now don’t go getting conceited now, Princess! Let’s go meet Kenzie and get you in the water!” I genuinely smiled as she carried me on her hip down the hall. Lilly liked to wear a robe down to the pool, and it was a nice warm fabric as I felt a bit chilly with all of my skin exposed! She scanned her wristband at the door, and we found Mackenzie pulling off her towel. “Well, good morning, Princess!” she said with a smile. “Not as fun waking up without you now? But you look way prettier in that suit than any of your others.” I turned the brightest red imaginable then. “Umm… thanks.” She laughed, approached me, and began tickling me a little. “I’m glad to see the suit looks good on you!” “Sure,” I said and felt comfortable enough with her to roll my eyes. She laughed and gave me a gentle pop on the diaper, “Well, go get in there?” Neither Lilly nor Mackenzie had to tell me twice to jump in the water. I began doing laps and getting adjusted to the feeling of the suit. The little skirt was enough loose hanging fabric that I thought I could feel some drag from it, but I also noted I felt stronger and faster again. ‘Lots to hate about the LittleGo nanites, but at least Mom’s are back in action!’ I set myself a faster pace than I’d gone for a week and noted I was again outpacing the giant in the water beside me! AFTER A GOOD swim, Lilly carried me back up to the nest, and I guessed I would be having my first shower in the new nest. Upon entering the bathroom, I discovered that wasn’t the case. “Where are the showers?” I asked, seeing instead a series of only bathtubs. They had some removable shower head sprayers, but nothing like the showers in the boys’ nest. “Girls here take baths,” she told me. “And usually at night, actually.” “But…?” I thought, confused, “Why?” She shrugged, “Probably related to the reason you have a play area in the girl’s nests, too?” I sighed, looking forward to a shower before. She sat me down in front of one of the tubs, started water, and added some strawberry-scented bubble bath. I sat there and felt a trickle of urine start going down my legs. “What?!?” I quietly squeaked. Lilly looked down at me, “You really don’t have any control now, do you?” I shook my head, “No?” “Well, swim diapers don’t really absorb anything. Otherwise, you’d be one gigantic puffy diaper in the water. They’re just to catch poopies.” I nodded at that. “That should be enough bubbles!” She looked at a clock, “May I help you today before I get the other girls up?” “Huh?” “Wash you?” “…Why?” “Because the girls usually like it?” “There are some weird girls here,” I said without a filter for some reason. She laughed, “Don’t knock it until you try it?” I shrugged, “Fine, I’ll let you?” She gave a quick, excited squeak that reminded me of my little sisters when they were about four and had a new doll as a gift. A second later, I was being assisted out of the swimsuit, and she ripped the sides of the swim diaper off. I noticed she gave a quick glance to see if there were any solids before she picked me up and sat me down in the large tub filled with bubbles. “I’ll just throw this diaper away, then we’ll work on your hair!” I was grateful she added the step of washing her hands first! Still dressed in her one-piece swimsuit, she gently pulled my hair free of the cap she’d put on my head and pulled out the spray nozzle. “Close your eyes, sweetie,” she told me with a smile. “Just lean forward here a moment,” she added. As much as I desperately hated the idea that I could no longer bathe myself, her touch on my hair and body over the next ten minutes was more soothing than I could have dreamed possible! She rinsed my hair first before rubbing in a shampoo that was definitely more strawberry-scented. “I’m going to smell like a strawberry?” I said, even as I couldn’t help but purr a bit at her fingers massaging my scalp. “Sorry, it’s my favorite scent that’s available for us as nest mothers.” “You have scents available?” I opened my eyes a crack after she rinsed my hair. “Yep! You could smell like apples, baby powder, mangos, lavender, or sandalwood too.” “Which do most go with?” “The girls tend to like baby powder, lavender, or strawberry. At the beginning of the year, I let this nest pick, and they preferred the strawberry.” “Beats smelling like a baby, I guess?” I sighed. “You sure don’t hold back, do you?” She asked. I wondered if I’d stepped over the line, but I guessed I could trust her, “Honestly, you and Miss Mackenzie stood up for me and were willing to defend me when I was poisoned. It earned you trust points. I can filter it all out, though, if you want me to?” She tickled my side and smiled, “No, I like that you have a brain. “Close your eyes; we’ll put conditioner in there now.” She was very gentle in massaging the conditioner, leaving it in while washing my body with a loofah from top to bottom on both my front and back. I was more than a little taken aback when, after she rinsed the conditioner, she changed the setting on the nozzle and practically power-washed my rear, though! “I know, not the most comfortable, but no need to get an infection or diaper rash here!” Soon, she carried me back to the room and laid me out on the changing table. “I’m glad your grandma brought diapers for you yesterday. I’ll make sure we order some for you, but I don’t generally keep that many in your size!” “What about the one you had that day?” “It was a leftover… Umm…” She looked like she was about to cry but managed to sniffle out, “She got busted in the weekend walkout after the movie night.” “Oh,” I said. I looked around the room. Is that where most of your girls ended up?” She nodded sadly, “Dean Northrup yelled at me because apparently, I let a rebellion formant in my nest. I think I would have been fired that week if she hadn’t been canned?” “Sorry,” I said to her. She quickly dressed me in my new uniform: a onesie blouse, green jumper, tights, and shiny, uncomfortable shoes. After a hurried look at the clock, she quickly braided my hair into a French braid and attached a gigantic white bow at the top of my head. “You should get your ears pierced,” she said as she sat me down. I nodded, “Maybe this weekend?” “Careful where you get it done,” she advised. I nodded. “Okay, I need to get the rest of the sparkles up; you can wait for them to go to breakfast or go by yourself. Up to you!” I thought of the excitement that week. “I’ll wait as long as it’s not past my normal time. Thanks for helping me get ready and taking me to swim,” I said. I walked over to her and hugged her giant legs. “Aww, I’ll do that every day if it gets me hugs like that!” I blushed and got to work, watching her get the nest ready. I must have missed everyone taking baths the night before because I only saw one girl disappear into the bathroom long enough to do so! Despite the longer time spent on me that morning, we were all out the door and to breakfast within a couple minutes of Mackenzie’s nest. “Cute bow,” Amy said to me. “Thanks,” I blushed, “Miss Lilly did it.” “She does like to dote on us,” she agreed, pointing to her pigtails, which had large green and yellow ribbons tied to the ends. 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Chapter 101: ‘Corny NIKKI WALKED UP to her as she left Carly. “Beth, would you be able to talk in your room for a few minutes?” Beth shrugged, “Umm… sure?” She led the taller woman to her room, unlocked it, and was immediately greeted by Rachel. “Good evening, Beth. Is everything okay? Who is this?” The HoloNanny asked. She sighed, “Rachel, this is Nikki, she’s my new bodyguard. She’s safe and has been vetted by Amanda Westerfield and Mom.” “Very good, I’ll let you two have some space then.” Without another word, the hologram disappeared. “Sorry about her… she was definitely not my idea,” Beth said even as Nikki closed the door. She sat on the bean bag chair in her room and directed Nikki to the other chair, “Do you need anything? You can sit there?” “Thanks,” she said. I’m good. I just needed to update you on some information we learned today.” “Mom and Amanda not doing that?” She shook her head, “Your mom was at an event with your dad tonight, and Amanda is hopefully filling in Carly as soon as she can get ahold of her.” “Oh…kay?” “What do you know about the university police department?” Beth shrugged, “They’re like overpaid security guards half the time? Older students have always told me they’re more around to cover up incidences and take care of stuff under the table for the university so they don’t get bad publicity?” “Well, that’s the heart of what I’m going to tell you,” Nikki said. “Your dad and attorneys expected Kelly to be at her first hearing today on charges relating to the assault and attempted kidnapping?” “Sounds like a step that needed to take place? How come I have the feeling it didn’t?” “Because it didn’t. The university cut a deal with Kelly that she would immediately depart the school, depart the state, and not have contact of any kind with you or Carly.” “In exchange?” “They dropped all charges.” “Wait! Don’t we have a right to press the charges?” Beth asked. “Normally yes, but this also turned into a ‘they said, she said,’ thing.” “There was video!!!” Beth complained. “I know, and that’s part of what makes this all stink badly of corruption.” “So what now?” “So, as far as we can tell, Kelly flew to Selegnasol today. We have no idea where she went after that, but she’s at least gone?” “Was she behind the stuff against me earlier?” “I think so, but the problem is that she’s really not that good with computers. We did a full background check—not a completely legal one—and discovered she had a failing grade in her Intro to Computer Programming class last year. She’s never taken anything more advanced, so we have to believe someone else was the hacker.” “Great! Just great!” Beth sighed, “I guess at least she’s gone now. And I assume you’re staying?” “Probably until you move back to New Haven, Beth.” “Well, at least if you’re around, we’ll all be a little safer,” she said hopefully. “Was there anything else?” “Not right now; I want you to keep an eye out, though. I’m more than a little worried about whoever this other person or persons are? Amanda assures me Rachel is locked down, but keep an eye on anything odd with her, too.” “Will do… I’m going to get to some homework now?” “Are you going anywhere else tonight?” Beth shook her head. “No, I’m going to put on my pajamas and get comfy.” “I’ll see you in the morning tomorrow then,” she told her and exited. As she left, “That fucking bitch!” Beth complained. Rachel appeared, “Language?” she said before instantly disappearing again. “Ugh!!!!!” MY BOTTOM FELT absolutely disgusting as the elevator door closed, trapping us with the horrid smell of my diaper. To their credit, neither of my new nest mates did much more than wrinkle their noses right then. “What happened to you? You were the only potty trained Little still?” I sighed, “The same thing that changed my gender? It’s all related.” “That su…” Amy started to say, “That’s not good,” she corrected herself. “I miss swearing,” Mia said. “Yeah, it’s not easy to skip here. At least my mama back home is big on stopping us from doing that; I was trained not to cuss around her,” I told them. “Mama?” Mia asked curiously. I shrugged, “I have two moms; one is Mom, and the other is Mama?” “That sort of makes sense,” Mia nodded. The door opened, and we walked toward my new nest, which threw me for a second. I sighed as I approached the door, tensing up a bit. “It’s a bit much,” Amy agreed. “What were you in the other room?” “Kitties,” Mia said. “If this was actually a preschool, this would be adorable,” she begrudgingly admitted. “If I manage to return home, I might consider this as a theme.” “It won’t cause you nightmares?” Amy asked. “I mean... it looks like a unicorn puked after eating a rainbow?!?” “The Kitties will forever do that to me. At least Miss Lilly isn’t a psychotic crazy woman,” Mia whispered. We walked into the large room, and I was once again assailed by the land of unicorns and sparkly glitter! “Miss Lilly is probably in her room if you want to knock?” Mia said. “She doesn’t mind changing us when we ask.” “Not like the wicked witch,” Amy said. “How long did you sit in that one diaper that day?” “Diaper rash… that’s how long,” Mia sighed. “It took me four days of the HoloChanging Station Nannies putting cream on me before it cleared!” “Sorry,” I said. “I guess I’ll go try, Miss Lilly.” I dropped my bag by my new pod, then walked over to the door I knew was her apartment and found it was actually open, with Lilly sitting on the couch inside. “Oh, hi Conn… Carly,” she said. “Hi, Miss Lilly,” I said. “Umm… is… could…” “Diaper change, huh?” She asked. “How…?” “Nervous fidgeting and stuttering, Little?” She stood and came over to me, kneeling down in front of me, “And, let’s be honest, I can smell your poopy bottom from my couch over there!” She booped my nose then, before picking me up and carrying me back into the nursery. The destination of the changing table was interrupted as she looked around the room, “Anyone else need a diapee change? Looks like everyone is back, so after that, I want to have a nest meeting in the circle so we can all meet our new Sparkle!” Lilly had always seemed like a more calm and tame nest mother. She probably still was, according to Mia and Amy. Still, at that moment, I don’t think I had ever felt more like a baby than a woman holding me in a poopy diaper and speaking so… like… a daycare teacher! “Yes, Mommy,” I heard from two girls, and “Yes, Miss Lilly,” from Amy and Mia. As she sat me down on the table, she was gentle. “I guess you’ve had a lot to adjust to this weekend,” she asked me. I sighed and nodded, “Losing my bladder and bowel control is the worst part, though?” She gently rubbed my shoulder and placed the safety strap across my chest. She had changed me once before on the night she covered our nest. However, even still, I fought not to turn red as she pushed the jumper skirt out of the way, unbuttoned the onesie, and opened up the horrid diaper on my rear. By that point, I knew it had to have smeared everywhere! I could feel it was a softer mess than normal, too, so I was quite shocked that it only took her four baby wipes to get me clean! “Your Grandma brought these Monkeez for you, and I’m glad she did!” Lilly smiled at me. The nighttime ones work better than what I have in here, and they look so cute!” I blushed, “Umm… you’re welcome?” She tickled my belly for a second after taping the diaper shut, “Let’s get you in your jammies and out of that horrible uniform,” she said. “They’re over there,” I started to say. She smiled, “You can wear other ones another night, but this is your first night in the Sparkles nest!” From underneath the changing table, she pulled out a footed onesie with a series of broad patterns of dark pink, light pink, light blue, and white fade with glittery and sparkly stars throughout. There was a hood with a ‘mane’ of multicolored rainbow sparkly pieces sticking up, along with a unicorn horn and eyes on top. It was, in a word, a horrifying eyesore!!! “Umm… really?” She laughed, “I won’t make you wear it after tonight, but it’s kind of a tradition? Amy and Mia had to last week?” I sighed, “Fine…” As she dressed me in it, I discovered a multicolored rainbow tail sticking out from the rear area above my diaper. “Where do you even find this kind of hideous monstrosity?” I muttered as I was free to walk to my pod. Several other girls saw her for diapers and tamer jammies over the next few minutes. “Okay, girls! Come on over; let’s all have a sparkle together!” I noticed the circles on the rug then and followed the other girls’ leads in sitting down on one. Mine was purple, with a white heart sewn inside the design. I saw flowers, stars, and similar designs throughout the other circles. “Girls, I’m not sure you’ve all met yet, but we have a new Sparkle in the nest! Carly, do you want to introduce yourself?” I was glad she at least let me stay seated, as I hated being the center of attention then! “Umm… Hi, I’m Carly Slane… at least I am now. Some of you may have met me before; I went by Connor… I’m from the same dimension as Mia, Willow, and Amy,” I said, pointing to them. “If you’re a boy, why are you in this nest?” A girl asked pointedly. “Zoey!” Lilly said sharply, “That’s not nice!” “It’s okay; I understand. There was a problem with some nanites that were used to alter me for a film project we’re doing. They were supposed to temporarily make me Carly, but it looks instead like it’s permanent.” “Is that why you look like an actual toddler?” Willow asked. “I didn’t even think you were a college student when I first saw you?” I blushed, “Yeah, I’m hoping maybe we can fix at least that at some point…” “Carly has all of the parts you do now,” Lilly told them. “So it wouldn’t be proper for her to remain in the boys’ nest with them all trying to peek at her.” A couple of the girls wriggled a little nervously. “Okay, so three more things from you!” Lilly told me. “What?” “What’s your major? What year in school are you? And most importantly! What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?” I smiled, “Computer Science and Filmmaking, I’m in my sophomore year. My favorite ice cream is strawberry!” “Okay, fellow Sparkles, go ahead and tell Carly your name, major, and favorite flavor of ice cream, too!” “I’m Aria,” a girl who looked a bit above five feet said. I’m a computer engineering major, junior, and I love cookies and cream!” The rest of the girls went after that, and I learned I had Everly, Grace, Zoey, and Sophia in there, who had been with Lilly since the start of the year. I couldn’t help but note that even with the addition of myself, Mia, Willow, and Amy, we still had an empty pod. ‘What happened to the other girls?’ I wondered. ‘Why would she have had more get in trouble than the other nests?’ “So, that’s everyone, Carly. Do you have any questions for them?” Lilly asked after Amy finished it off. I shrugged, “Not really?” “Okay then, I do want to go over our rules here. First, everyone here is diapered at this point, which means you need diaper changes. I have no problems changing diapers whenever they need to be. Now that the policy is that pods are left open, I have also opened my door. If you need a change in the middle of the night, you may come to see me and knock on my bedroom door. If I’m home, the door is almost always open. We’re all girls here, so it’s not like we have anything to hide?” I blushed, “Okay? Is there a last change time?” “Not really. Unofficially, it’s about 28 O’clock, but you can go to bed earlier if you want, and I’ll change them then. Like I said, I’ll change you whenever. Diaper rash is not comfortable for anyone—and I also pride myself on my girls not having UTIs!” “I don’t think there’s anything else right now then?” “Great! Let’s do our Sparkle chant, and then you can all finish your last studying for the night!” I watched as several girls looked happy to do whatever I was about to witness. Lilly started with the first word, but everyone quickly joined except me. “Sparkly horn, gleaming eye” Each girl had their hands on their head, and their pointer fingers made a horn. “Unicorns, we stand so high.” They all put their hands in the air then and jumped towards the middle of the circle. “Friendship strong, hearts aglow, Let our smiles and laughter flow.” Before I knew it, an arm was placed around my shoulders, and we all made a tight circle around Lilly. “Until next time, we say goodnight, Dreams of magic, take flight!” The girls finished by flapping their arms like birds and giggling. Several girls, including Mia, seemed to genuinely enjoy the song, even as I felt my brain gag! ‘Well, Mia is an early childhood education student… this kind of stuff probably rots her brain normally!’ “You’ll learn it quickly, Carly,” Lilly told me. “Okay, Sparkles, go study! See me when you need me!” I walked over to my desk and put things where I wanted them. Moving just a few weeks after arriving in the other dorm was an odd process! I ensured my lockbox was secured again and all my important items were secured away. I put a few finishing touches on the script for Screenwriting. I submitted it before checking my diaper through the onesie. “How am I already wet?!?” I asked quietly. Mia was nearby and came over, “It’s disturbing, isn’t it?” She asked. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” “I get it… do you think we’ll get better when we go home?” I sighed, “Mom didn’t… she struggled for years before figuring out a solution.” She nodded, “Sorry this happened to you too.” Shrugging, “I knew it was a likely possibility if I came as a Little. I tried to live off campus with my grandmother, and as soon as they denied that, I had a feeling I’d spend at least part of the time in diapers.” “You still came?” “I’ve already learned enough to make a fortune back home,” I told her. She nodded, “I wish I could say the same. Besides a few new play songs like the one we just did, there’s nothing different about caring for babies here from there.” “Other than they stay babies forever if they’re our size,” Zoey, another of my new nest members, said. “Yeah…” she agreed. The others were fading, but I decided to get on my EdgeSphere goggles and see if Beth was still up to talk. I was missing her a lot right then! BETH HAD LOGGED onto her EdgeSphere account about an hour before getting an alert that Connor Slane was requesting a connection. “Hi, Carly,” Beth said, looking at her girlfriend, who looked like her boyfriend again. “Have you changed your name and avatar yet?” Carly looked at her hands and said, “Oops!” She looked sheepish, “Umm… how do you change that? I don’t remember seeing a setting for changing that?” Beth laughed, walked her through calling up the menu, and even assisted her in picking out her new look. The only real difference between her virtual and real looks was the slimming down of her cheekbones and adding a slight chest to her appearance. “There, you don’t look like a baby now?” Carly stuck her tongue out at her. “So, what have you been up to tonight?” “Umm… do you know if your grandma made it possible to secure the connection?” Carly smiled and said, “Yes, give me a second!” A moment later, she said, “We’re good. We won’t keep her out, but any government or students won’t have a chance?” “I’m dating a family of hackers,” she said, shaking her head. “Has your grandma contacted you since dinner?” I shook my head, “No? I’ve been with the nest or doing homework, though?” Beth looked slightly uncomfortable then, “Well, umm, Nikki had some information about Kelly?” “What did she have to say?” “Charges were dropped? She was released?” “You’ve got to be f… kidding me!” Beth was impressed that Carly stopped the f-bomb but completely empathized with her reaction! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thank you for reading! Please press the Like Button and leave a comment! I very much appreciated seeing some new faces in the comments after Friday's post! 🙂💜 I've had an incredible run of writing 30k words in the past ten days, so I'm pleased that I'm working on Chapter 123 at this point. The really cool thing (insane?) today was passing the word count for my Exchanged trilogy! I'm definitely nowhere near the finish, but I have crossed the 366k word mark! I think I'll be finishing up what I consider to be this act of the book in the next few chapters. I know of at least another two, maybe three sections to come. I'm hoping to get another good solid month and a half of writing in before the real world closes in too tightly for my muse to come out. Thank you for all of your support! 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Hi! I’m new to the community! Nice to meet u! I want a mommy so this bby girl can have her diaper changed and feel like the most special girl in the world 🥰🥰 I don’t want a daddy! I already have enough issues with them.

Alright, chapter 3 is ready to go. In the future, I want to upload these chapters at least 2 or 3 at a time, but I thought that the ideas I had for 4 and 5 work very well together, and I didn't want to make you all wait too long for more content. So for now, consider this one an early release 😄. With no further ado, I hope you enjoy chapter 3. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 3 - And So, Our Night Continues (CW: Diaper Wetting, Diaper Messing, Sex Scenes) June 2nd, 2023. 8:29pm So…tonight’s been interesting, to say the least. I always thought if Emma found out about my other self, it would be game over for me. She’d break up with me…or worse, yet here I am, sitting on the couch, little self on full display. Not only does she not hate it, but she likes it? How did I never figure out she was a Dominant? Did I miss the signs? I mean sure, did she usually take initiative in bed? Sure, but most relationships have a partner take charge. Would she play with my hair when we cuddle? Yeah, but that’s normal, right? Would she hum for me at night when my anxiety would keep me awake? That’s just being a great partner! Only looking back do all of the pieces seem to fall into place. I guess when you dream about something for so long, the tell-tale signs of my girlfriend's nature are easy to miss. My train of thought is interrupted as Emma joins me on the couch. “Okay, Pizza’s on its way. It’ll probably be here in like half an hour.” An hour can’t come soon enough; after this roller coaster ride of a day, Pizza is exactly what I require. I can almost taste the cheesy, savory treat right now. From the corner of my eye, I catch Emma looking at me, before quickly turning away, knowing she was seen. The air still contains a trace of awkward energy. As much as talking things over helped things, I don’t think either of us knew quite what to say. Ultimately, the silence is broken. “So what are we watching tonight?” I begin to grin, realizing I might just be able to get Emma to watch something I’ve been begging her to see for a while. “We’re watching She-Ra!” I confidently proclaim. Emma gives me an unamused stare. “You’re never going to stop until I watch that cartoon, are you?” “Nope! Sorry, but your fate was sealed the moment you gave me the choice.” “Ugh, fine. You win, I’ll watch the show.” Emma says, resigning herself to her loss. “Don’t worry, you’ll love it! There’s adventure, friendship, and most of all…” I pause for dramatic effect. “There’s tons of gays.” She chuckles. “That’s all I needed to hear. Seriously, you could’ve convinced me sooner by revealing that bit of info.” I beam with joy, having finally won the chance to show her one of my favorite shows. I grab the remote, sit back, and hit play on episode 1, feeling a sense of deja vu. As the episode goes along, I can see Emma slowly getting into the plot. I always thought it was weird she didn’t watch cartoons. Animation is a completely respectable art form as far as I’m concerned, but I guess the stigma of “animation is for kids” is still prevalent in today's world. The episode starts playing, and soon enough, the end credits start to roll. “Wow. I can’t believe how good of an intro episode that was. Do all cartoons have that good of a hook?” “It’s like I keep telling you babe; you shouldn’t sleep on cartoons.” Autoplay does its job, and we resume our watching. Emma watches on as intently as I did my first go around, and I feel a sense of satisfaction as I watch the creation of a new fan. Midway through the episode, I begin to bounce my leg a bit. The coffee from earlier has gotten to its final destination, my bladder sending me the signal letting me know that I have to pee. (Damn, I don’t want to get up. I want to see her reaction to the next scene!) The pace of my tapping begins to increase, and Emma shoots me a curious look. “You alright there? Your foot is about to drill a hole in the carpet.” she jests. “Ye..yeah I’m fine, I just…have to go to the bathroom,” I admit, a shade of red forming on my cheeks. She looks at me for a moment before letting out a small chuckle. “Roxie, you do realize you’re wearing a diaper right? It’s alright if you use it, I don’t mind.” She turns back to the screen, either trying to give me some semblance of privacy or just getting engrossed in the action on screen. My heart begins to beat inside my chest. Was I really about to do this? Using my diaper, for the longest time, had been an act of total privacy. In theory, it was no different from using the toilet, except for the sensation of warmth and moisture that followed. But now it wasn’t so private. Should I just get up and go to the bathroom? If I did that, I’d have to take my diaper off, and those tapes never quite sit the same after being reapplied. Plus, I was already wet, so would it make a difference if I went a little more? My thoughts were interrupted by another signal from my filled bladder; I had to make a choice. Despite the nerves, I know what I’m going to do. I lean back, slightly lifting my hips into the new position, wanting to give the plastic padding enough room to fully absorb what’s to come, and with a sign, I let the dam break. It comes out slower than usual at first, perhaps my apprehension preventing the stream from becoming immediate. I can feel the soft interior gaining a fresh sense of warmth, slowly expanding as my “accident” is greedily gulped up by the SAP. What was once a trickle has become a steady flow, and after a moment comes to a stop. I bring my hand down to my waist, feeling the heat emanating through the front of my onesie. Wrapped up in my euphoria, I almost miss Emma reaching over to grab the remote, pausing the episode. She moves closer to me, a look of carnal fascination on her. “You totally just wet yourself, didn’t you? I gotta say, I was hoping that would be the case.” A flush appears across her cheek. She looks like she wants to ask me something, but isn’t sure how to phrase it. I catch her looking at my crotch, and I begin to understand what she wants. “Do you…wanna feel it?” I ask, nerves returning tenfold. “Is that alright?” I give Emma a nod, and she tentatively reaches over, placing her hand on the snaps of my bodysuit. With a series of pops, the lower section comes undone, revealing my soaked diaper. She begins to rub her fingers across the front, before bringing her palm down as well, gently cupping the plastic shell. “It’s so…warm! It kind of feels like a stress ball.” She begins playing with the soaked lining, feeling it press into her fingers. As an unintended side effect, I can feel my body begin to react, blood flowing to my privates. I let out a soft moan at the sensation. “Does that feel good baby?” she asks, working her fingers around the protrusion formed. Our faces are slowly closing the gap between us. I see a hunger in her eyes, a need to combine our lips into one. Just as I begin to open my mouth, the doorbell rings. “Shit the pizza!” The thing I was once looking forward to has become my greatest enemy. (Why do you have to cock block me pizza man!). Emma hurriedly makes her way to the door before stepping outside to collect the pizza. She returns quickly enough, placing the box on the coffee table before returning to her previous spot on the seat. I can tell she’s avoiding my gaze now. The mood was gone. With nothing left to do, I open the box and take a look at the delicious feast before us. A beautiful pie, with our unique toppings on the halves of the slices. I watch as Emma grabs her usual slice of pepperoni, a delightful classic. Following suit, I grab my own slice, covered in pineapple chunks and beef. I take a large bite, feeling the heavenly combination wash over my taste buds, the cheese stringing between the bite in my mouth and the remains of the slice. “I still can’t believe you put pineapple on pizza. So untraditional.” She fakes a scoff, a grin on her face, before returning to her pepperoni goodness. “Sometimes, traditions were meant to be broken! Try it before you deny it!” “I definitely won't be trying it, but you go ahead and enjoy your monstrosity.” I hit play, resuming our Netflix and Chill session. The pizza doesn’t last long, and by the end of episode 3, we’re left with an empty box. Using a napkin to wipe the bit of sauce from my face, I decide to get into a more comfortable position. I lay down on my side, placing my head squarely in Emma’s lap. She begins to stroke my hair before reaching over for the remote and hitting the skip intro button. “How dare you…” I begin to feign indignation at the skip before being shushed by the tip of my pacifier being placed in my mouth. “Enough talking now love, just enjoy the show!” I begin to relax even further, slipping into a state of total bliss. We continued to watch the show for another hour. We watch as twists unfold, friends become enemies, and new bonds are formed. Midway through, I felt Emma’s hand on my rear, soothingly patting my behind. I was really, truly the happiest I had been for a long time. Time passes by, and a different feeling begins to arouse within me. Having eaten so many slices, in addition to the coffee from earlier, I could feel a new desperation within me. I begin to get up before Emma gently pushes me back into place. “What are you doing, the group is about to make its way to Mystacor.” I begin to open my mouth, pausing for a moment. “I…have to go to the bathroom…” She looks at me confused. “Didn’t you just go a little while ago? Plus, I told you I don’t mind if you have to go, just let the diaper take care of your little accident.” “You don’t understand, it’s not…not that kind of accident.” “What do you mean, I don’t…oh.” She recognizes what I'm trying to say. I can see her thinking for a moment. “Well, I meant what I said. I don’t mind if you just go ahead and use your diaper, if you’re comfortable with it of course. Plus…I think it would be kinda hot to watch it happen.” I turn my head to look into her eyes, trying to find any sense of apprehension in them, even just a hint of disgust, but see nothing but acceptance. I think it over for a moment. I mean, wetting was one thing. I mean, it’s relatively silent, and the odor is only noticeable to someone trying to find it, but messing? No matter how much I enjoyed the act, was it right for me to subject her to that? Then again, she said she wanted to see it, and that she’d find it hot, so that doesn’t seem to be an issue here. I’ve come to my decision. “Okay, but I can’t exactly…do it in this position. I’ll have to get up first.” That same grin from earlier returns. “I think I can help you out with that. Come here, baby.” She grabs my hand and guides me to my feet, helping my shaking legs get their support. I expect her to let go, but instead, she pulls my hand closer, before sitting back on the couch and patting her lap, signaling for me to get on. I carefully work my way down, my legs dangling off the sides of her thighs, my head going over her shoulder. (Oh my god I can’t believe this is happening. It’s just like a scene from my fantasies) “I’m right here for you little one.” she rubs my back, helping to calm me. “Just push, and let it all out.” I follow her command and begin to push, feeling the pressure in my back door building. I can feel my hole start to expand, trying to work the mess out of my body. I begin to grunt, and with a final push, I feel the hard mass exiting me. It starts to push against the seat of my diaper, slowly expanding outwards. Once the room for expansion has run out, I can feel it start to spread outwards, finding its way to any space it can fit. With a final push, the mess stops, and I let out a moan of relief and pleasure behind my pacifier. “Oh my god, you really did it! Wow, the seat expanded so much! How do you feel?” “I feel good! More than good! That felt amazing.” I say before reaching my hand back to inspect my act. I lightly push on the fresh mount, and a sound of pleasure comes out of my mouth as I feel the mess come in contact with my skin. I hear Emma make a similar sound while watching my diaper check. “If you want…I know how to make you feel really good.” I quickly non, letting my arousal guide my actions. “Stand up real quick.” I do as I’m told, standing before her. I watch as she spreads her legs, before pulling me back to her, placing my body directly over her leg. With a pull, she quickly lowers my body down. I moan, loudly this time, as I feel the mess spread throughout my diaper. Just as I think it can’t get any better, Emma starts to bounce her knee, sending waves of pleasure through my body. “You like that baby? Such a good girl, filling your diapers up like the infant you are.” She cooed. She brings her lips up to my ear and gives me a seductive whisper. “Now I want you to start moving. Can you do that sweetie?” I don’t even bother with a proper response, just letting a light-pitched cry escape my throat before moving my hips back and forth. I can feel my erection at full mast behind my padding. I feel a sense of pleasure that I was always sure would be barred from me. It’s true what they say, the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest. I continue rocking back and forth, slowly ramping up my speed, letting the friction build up inside of me. “That’s it, baby, just like that. Keep humping away. That’s a good girl.” I needed no further encouragement, as I ground myself into her leg, getting lost in the pleasure. After a few moments, I can feel my body begin to reach its climax. “Oh god oh god, I’m gonna cum!” “That’s it, baby, make cummies for me,” she demands, feeling me tense up around her leg. “I’m cumming Mommy!” I announce, and with a final thrust, I feel the electricity course through me. With a series of thrusts, I spurt my juices into the poor diaper, completely used at this point. I collapse forward, breathing heavily as I lean into Emma’s chest. I feel a bead of sweat drip down my neck as I begin to recover from the best orgasm I’ve ever had. After a few moments, I regain my composure and look up at her with a smile on my face. I expect her to praise me at this point, but all I see is a look of shock on her face. (Oh fuck, I broke her) I think to myself (Maybe I went too far.) “Sorry, was…was it too much? I’ll ge…” “You just called me Mommy.” I look at her and begin to doubt my mid-orgasm choice of words. “Is…is that okay?” Every passing millisecond fills me with dread. How much did I just ruin this beautiful experience? She moves like lightning, bringing her mouth to mine. I don’t think I’ve ever felt a kiss with as much passion from her, or anyone for that matter. Her tongue makes its way to the back of my throat, wrestling with my own for control. I begin to feel lightheaded, not sure how much longer I can go without breathing, but I’m determined to not be the one who folds. Eventually, I feel her slip out of my mouth, both of us panting for air. “Of course it's okay. It’s more than okay! Oh, how I’ve longed to hear those words!” She returns for another kiss, not as intensely as before, but filled with love. Here, in her arms and embrace, I feel like the luckiest little girl to ever exist. It’s now my turn to break from her. I give her the biggest smile my heart can muster, trying to convey just how much this meant to me. Just as I’m staring into her soul, I hear the beep of the clock next to me and notice the time. How in the hell is it already midnight? As much as I want to keep making out with her, I know we have to get some sleep. I stand up, legs weak but steady. “I’m gonna go take a shower and get out of this diaper.” I lean back down for a final peck, which she gratefully returns. “Alright, I’ll throw the pizza box out and get one in after you. Don’t use up all the hot water crinklebutt,” she says, providing a quick smack to my messy diaper. “No promises, I’m gonna have to make sure I’m all cleaned up down there.” I make my way over to the bathroom, giving Emma one last thankful look before closing the door. I can feel the cool tile on my feet as I make my way over to the mirror and look over my current state. My hair's messy, and my onesie is all ruffled up. I turn around and tilt my head back, looking at my backside in the mirror. The Rebels held up remarkably well to the strenuous activity, but the staining across the design clearly shows that the poor garment has hit its limit. The pattern, once a crisp white, contrasting well with the black skulls dotted throughout, now shows as a pale brown. “Damn, I really destroyed this thing. Now it’s time for the bad part.” I always dread the lengthy process of cleaning up after a mess, especially one as spread around as this one. I carefully work the tapes off one by one, the adhesive strips making pleasing sounds as they rip free. Holding onto the front and back, I slowly lower the soiled wear to the ground. Turning my attention to my rear, I grab a couple of wet wipes from the counter and do my best to remove the majority of the ickiness off me. Once I’m satisfied with the job, I toss the wipes inside the diaper, roll it up, and stick it right in the trash, making a mental note to take it out tonight before it begins to stink up the place. I turn the faucet on warm and stick my hand in the shower, waiting until the temperature is just right before stepping inside. I feel the warm water wash over me, clearing the sweat off my body. Taking the shower head in hand, I turn the head to increase the pressure and begin cleaning off the rest of my private areas, taking my time to make sure my skin is clear of any additional waste. Once finished, I lather up my hair, and begin thinking over the events from the day; from the fear of getting caught, to the acceptance, watching cartoons with Emma…or Mommy now I guess, to the bliss of our most recent activity. It all seems so hard to believe. I never thought things could work out the way they do in the stories, but I guess life can imitate fiction. Still, I feel like something is amiss. Is there something escaping my mind? What did I forget? “Oh shit, I forgot to text Beth.”

If your medically incontinent and can’t help it, then it’s totally acceptable and very understandable. Those who want to do it for a kink, that’s a hard NO for me. Being incontinent myself and being an adult baby, I know what’s acceptable and what’s not. Many times I’ve gone out to places and I had to poop so badly that I let go in my diapers and had to step aside to the family bathroom to clean up and do a diaper change. Being incontinent, I don’t like staying in a poopy diaper for a long time because that’s where skin rashes gets started.

Being bladder incontinent and a woman who isnt ashamed of her body I wear 24/7 , even under my little black dress, I dont care who sees them, they're just a part of me

3 After dinner, Melissa dutifully clears the table and starts washing the dishes, and I retreat to my office to work. It’s a relatively quiet evening, punctuated only by her occasional yelling at the TV, of which I’m only cursorily aware, what with my own headset on listening to doctors babble on in esoteric medical terms. The time passes surprisingly quickly, and it isn’t long until the clock reads ten o’clock. I finish the report I’m on, log off, and head for the family room. Of course, she’s still planted in her usual spot. I look up at the screen and frown; she’s doing the nightfall in Destiny, and from the looks of things based on the number of times I’ve watched her do this particular raid, she’s at least 40 minutes from finishing. I decide to just quietly sit back on the couch and wait, give her enough rope to hang herself, right? Her frustration level is rising as they close in on the boss; she’s barking orders and cursing like a sailor. Despite all the foul language and raging, the team succeeds, though it took even longer than even I estimated; her headset doesn’t come off until five minutes to 11. I frown at her as she turns around. “What?” she says innocently. “It’s not that late!” “What time did I tell you to be done?” I ask. “It’s not my fault! The people I usually do nightfall with weren’t on, and I didn’t know we were gonna get stuck with a bunch of fu… friggin’ blueberries! We wiped twice because this stupid kid wouldn’t stay in position!” “You should have checked the clock the last time you wiped, kiddo. You know how long this raid takes.” “Yeah…” she mutters. She gets up, and so do I. As we reach the bathroom door, I grab my key ring off my belt loop and unlock it. “Really, Dad, locking the door?” She rolls her eyes. I ignore her and open it, letting her pass first. Her diaper is swollen and sagging around her waist, and she rolls her eyes as she raises her shirt so I can pop the tapes. It hits the floor with a dull thud. “Go on and get your shower done. I’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom,” I say as I wrap it up and toss it into the bathroom trash. Note to self, I definitely need to get a diaper pail, or something resembling one anyway. Wet diapers in every bin in the house isn’t going to cut it. She strips her shirt off and steps into the tub, pulling the curtain across and turning on the water. I lock the hallway door and exit via her bedroom door. Fresh diaper and the supplies are laid out on the bed, and I sit down to wait, eyeing my watch periodically. “You’re only supposed to be washing down there, Melissa!” I shout. “Don’t make a big production out of it!” “I’m not!” she yells back. Quarter after eleven, the water finally cuts off. Five more minutes before she surfaces from the bathroom, towel wrapped around her. Surprisingly, her hair is pretty dry. Makes me wonder what the heck she was doing in there all that time. “Assume the position,” I say, stifling my frustration. She silently lies down, unwraps the towel, and rolls over onto her belly. I concentrate hard on being gentle and thorough as I go through the motions, knowing she’s going to be in this diaper all night. “It’s nearly 11:30, Pixie,” I say softly as I massage a bit of lotion on her bottom, hips, and upper thighs before spreading the powder, to help it stick. “Tomorrow, if you’re in bed by 10:30, then we can try 10:30 again on Friday. If you’re in bed by eleven, then we’ll leave it at ten, and if you’re late again like tonight, then we’ll move it back to 9:30, understand?” “Mmmmhmmmm,” she mumbles sleepily. I tap her on the bottom, and she rolls over. Her eyes are barely open, and I wonder if anything I said registered. I do her front just as gently as the back, then cinch the diaper up between her legs and tape it up snug. “C’mon, Pixie, we need to get your 'jamas on,” I whisper, tugging her up into a wobbly sitting position with a rustle. Just like I used to when she was so much smaller, I find myself guiding her lazy arms into her nightshirt and pulling it over her head, and I can’t help but pull her into my lap and rock her for a bit. “I love you Pixie,” I whisper as I stroke her back softly. “Love you too Daddy,” she mumbles, her head against my chest. I soak in the moment for a little while, a rush of emotions flooding through me, then reluctantly lay her sleeping form down and cover her with the top sheet. With a sigh, I stand up and just watch her for another minute, so peaceful, her breathing slow and even. As quietly as I can, I tiptoe to the door and turn. She doesn’t stir. I step out, closing the door behind me, and the guilt hits me like a ton of bricks. What the hell am I even doing?! She’s nearly twelve, not two! This is totally inappropriate! I’ve let nostalgia cloud my judgment, and I have to fix this. Trying to just let her take care of it herself obviously didn’t work; she wouldn’t even wear the damned pull-ups I gave her, else it wouldn’t have come to this. Maybe tomorrow I could teach her how to change herself, and just stay on top of her to make sure she’s doing it? I mean, school’s out; it’s not like she has anywhere to go. There’s nothing stopping me from just being vigilant about making sure she changes every couple of hours, right? As I doze off to sleep a little later, I feel a lot better about my new plan of action, and I wake up at half past six, early even for me, but refreshed, ready, and confident. With Melissa not likely to be awake anytime in the next several hours, I decide to get some work done after I fix a pot of coffee. I’m just taking a little break in the kitchen at around nine thirty when I hear the familiar heavy thud of Melissa’s half-asleep gait coming down the hall. She walks in, rustling loudly, and heads straight for the coffee pot despite a clearly yellow and sagging diaper between her legs. Curiosity and concern get the best of me, and I ask, “You didn’t wet the bed, did you?” She scowls at me and growls, “No, I didn’t wet the bed. You said I had to use my diaper, so I did.” “Alright, no need to get snippy, I was just asking,” I shot back. She sits down with her coffee and starts sipping. “Well don’t you want a clean one?” I ask, incredulous at her indifference toward it. “Whatever,” she mutters. Okay, she’s always grouchy in the morning, I remind myself. “Tell you what, I’ll be in my office whenever you get sick of sitting in pee,” I say, getting up from the table. She doesn’t respond. I go back to work. An hour goes by, and I’m stunned that she hasn’t come to ask for a change. Good grief, I can’t just let her sit in it all day. I come out of the office and sure enough, I can hear her barking at the damned TV again. I head into the family room and tap her on the shoulder. “In a minute, Dad!” she says, her eyes never moving from the screen. “No, now!” I holler. “I’m almost done!” she yells back. Disgusted, I reach over and turn the power off on the console. “NOW!” I shout. “Ohmygod, Dad! We were up four zip! What’s your problem?!” she snaps, ripping her headset off and throwing both headset and controller on the floor as she turns around. “My problem?! You’re the one sitting in your own piss! Do you want diaper rash or something?!” “Okay fine, so change me already! You didn’t even bring a damned diaper?!” “No, I didn’t!” I fire back. “Come on, you’re gonna learn to change your own damned diaper!” I grab her wrist and pull her to her feet. She tries to pull her arm away after she stands up, but I’m latched on tight as I march her down the hall. “I can’t believe you’re making a federal case out of this, Dad!” she complains as I pull her into her bedroom. I elect to ignore the comment as I turn her around in front of me. “Pull the tapes loose,” I say, trying to calm myself down a bit. She does so with a huff and a heavy thud on the carpet when it hits. “Wrap it up and throw it away.” She rolls her eyes and fidgets around, folding it up and tossing it in her trash bin. I grab the box of wipes and open it up in front of her. “Wipe.” “Okay, okay, I get it,” she mutters, grabbing one and rubbing between her legs without even looking, then tossing it in the general direction of the trash. I shake my head in disbelief. Maybe the next time she won’t be so hotheaded and she’ll do a better job. At this point, I just want to get it done. "Get a diaper out of your underwear drawer and spread it out on the bed. She huffs again but does as I ask, flopping the diaper out and opening up the sides. “Now lay down on it with the tape side at your waist.” “This is so ridiculous,” she grumbles as she flops down with a rustle. I hand her the can of powder. She splatters it around the front and even curls her legs up and hits her bottom a little. Before I get a chance to utter the next instruction, she pulls the front up between her legs and slaps the tapes down, doing a fairly decent job of replicating the pattern she’s seen me apply. She sits up and scowls at me. “Happy now?!” she spits. “Doesn’t that feel better than a soaking wet one?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even. “Whatever.” “Okay, fine. Now you know how to change yourself, you can do so for the rest of the week.” She gets up and starts to brush past me, but I catch her. “What now?!” she snaps. “Put your dress on. I’m taking you clothes shopping today, remember?” “Ughhhhhh.” She storms to the closet and snatches her church dress off the hanger roughly, pulling it on and showing me her back. I zip it up for her. “So when are we leaving?” she grouches, turning to face me. “Well I’m definitely not taking you anywhere with that attitude. Go play your damned game for a while. Maybe you’ll be in a better mood after lunch.” “Whatever.” She blows past me, stomping off down the hall. Between her heavy footfalls and the rustle, it’s hard not to laugh. How many times did I hear that sound when she was two? I sigh and head back to the office. I get back to work; there’s a pretty good backlog of reports, and I find myself getting into a groove, so much so that I lose track of time. By the time I stop to check the clock, it’s half past three! Well, at least I’m done for the day. I wonder if she bothered taking a break to eat. Egad, I wonder if she even stopped to change herself! I rush out to the family room and into the unthinkable…

Being incontinent, it's perfectly acceptable if your pooping in your diapers in public. However, you shouldn't go out of your way doing it cause you wouldn't want to draw attention on to yourself. I know a couple of times, when I was out shopping and while shopping my body had the urge to go and I was pooping while shopping. After I was done shopping, I got in my mr car, drove home and did a diaper change. It's why being incontinent, it's normal for me to poop and pee in my diapers. Many times that happens when I am not at home or at work or around town. It's often why I always have a diaper bag with me I always plan on how I do my diaper changes. or make sure I am well diapered up. What many people don't seem to understand is that being Incontinent is that you don't get a say when your body has to go. It just goes and I just let it go in my diaper. Which is why I am in diapers and go whenever my body needs to go.

I remember this story from My ABDL Life. I used to like that side. Too bad it shut down.

This is a reupload of a story by DLglasgow Chapter 1 The rain lashed against the window of the car as we sped up the motorway, it seemed today the weathers mood reflected that of the occupants. The silence was the worst part, we had been driving for over an hour and yet the only words spoken were short observations made by my parents in the front. Next to me sat my younger sister, earphones in listening to music while staring blankly out of the window. At 15 she normally really got on my nerves but today however we were in this together, both waiting with worried trepidation about what our fate would be for the next 2 months. Today was in fact the first day of our summer holiday yet instead of enjoying our freedom with friends we were on route to the massive exhibition centre outside the city. The show we were visiting was called ‘The Teenager Improvement & Correction Show’, not long ago this strange title would have seem like a joke but in just a few years they had become all the rage. These shows had started, fuelled as parents becoming increasingly frustrated with the lack of self-control, respect and responsibility teenagers were showing along with teenage pregnancy, drug abuse and under 18 crime reaching all-time highs. These huge social issues had led to shows that would have once been condemned as inappropriate or even child-abuse to be deemed necessary and in a lot of cases actively encouraged. After all on paper they seemed to be incredibly affective. This however didn’t bring any hope to my heart. I had read about these shows in the paper but I never really paid attention, always thinking my parents would never take me to one. However I was most definitely wrong, as was my sister when she found out she would be joining me. People I knew at school had attended these in past summers and when they did you wouldn’t hear from them until school resumed in September. Even when they did return never was their summer talked about and it was always a ‘no go’ topic. It was this dread of not knowing what to expect that was already worse than any punishment I had received before. The good or bad news however was that we were nearly there and I guessed we only had about 15 minutes left on the road. You are probably wondering what drove my parents to bringing us both here? Well in my case I was stupid and got caught red handed; the cannabis was in the paper ready to be rolled when in walks my mother. I thought she was out shopping but this assumption proved to be a big mistake. My parents hate drugs so as you can imagine she went mental. My sister on the other hand had built up her cause for punishment over a much longer period; generally back talking, coming home late, swearing at my parents, etc... It’s probably time I tell you a bit about myself. To get started I’m 17 and stand at about 5,8” which compared to the other girls in my class is pretty tall. Like my sister we are both slim and generally considered to be good looking. While looking similar, my brown hair came down to just below my shoulders whereas she wore her blond hair up in a scrunchy. Chapter 2 “Right girls” my mother said aloud, awaking both me and my sister from our thoughts. As we both looked up and my sister removed her earphones she continued, “You both know why me and your father have decided to bring you here, you both let us down badly. Now I’m going to set down two simple rules even before we get started. Firstly you have no choice is what improvement system we chose for you and any arguments will just result in your punishment being worsened. Secondly I want you both to be on your best behaviour, we will not put up with any swearing, running away or any such like. Understand?” “Yes Mum” I replied “Good Hannah, what about you Lucy?” “Yes, but do...” she started before being interrupted “No buts young lady, that’s final” It was then that our car turned into the gravel car park and we slowed into a space near the back. “It’s busier than I imagined” my dad blurted out aloud “First day of the holidays, I’m sure we aren’t the only parents wanting to get started straight away.” my mum said back before continuing “Right let’s get going!” I got out of the car with no haste, I even delayed the process of closing the door but after a sharp look from my mother quickly closed it and sped up to catch up with the three of them as they headed for the main entrance. Moments later we were moving through the revolving doors and into the huge foyer. It was very busy with hundreds of families moving around, yet it was eerily quiet. It seemed only the adults were talking. I could even hear somebody sobbing in the distance but couldn’t locate where. But there was not time for that as mum was already ushering us towards the entrance into hall 2. Upon crossing the fresh hold I stopped, staring with a mixture of shock and horror. The hall was enormous and seemed to be divided into about 10 sections which in turn housed about 20 stands. Above each of these sections hung a huge sign decrypting the system of punishment (I was not looking at this as correction anymore) it represented. I had just started to scan the titles when a young man approached my parents saying aloud ‘Hi folks, is it your first time at this show? You look a bit lost’ My father seemed please somebody had come to the rescue as he like me had stopped and stared after entering. “Thanks and yes it is. How does it work, do we go around in order or….” He trailed off not really knowing what he should be saying. “Don’t worry, its actually really simple. You will see the big signs above each of these sections, yes, well these are the systems of correction & punishment. We have 8 in total so the first step is to choose which one is appropriate.” “Ok” my dad nodded not sounded too sure “and after that…” “Then just go up to the first desk they will help you get started, choosing the severity, length, etc of your chosen system of correction. It’s a build your own method so you can really customise it as required” “That’s great, thanks” my mum cut in obviously eager to get started. Chapter 3 We moved off towards the first section whose title read ‘Enforced Education’ with the subtitle ‘For underachievers’. I looked over to my sister and she was very pale with a look on her face that mimicked how I felt inside. I wasn’t sure if I should cry, be angry or run away but I quickly reminded myself of my mother’s warning and that I didn’t want to make this any worst for myself. Before we reached the entrance to this section my mother stopped obviously reading the sign before turning around and gesturing towards another section across the hall. “Of all the things you two have done, lucky underachieving isn’t one” she muttered as she pushed forward. The next section read ‘Manual labour – for lazy teens’ again as we approached my mother stopped deciding this also was inappropriate. This process continued as we moved deeper into the hall, reading the titles as we went I noticed that it seemed the punishments systems were getting more severe. ‘Corporal punishment and chastity’ my father read aloud as me and Lucy gasped aloud. You wouldn’t have believed my relief when as like the others before, we walked straight past. I was starting to hope that maybe my parents would decide that none of these systems suited and that we would go home and I would be grounded like my past punishments. This however turned out to be a false hope, as just then my mother started moving purposefully towards the sign that read ‘Dependency & Regression – Both preventative and punishment’. I wasn’t sure what Regression meant but I definitely didn’t like the sound of that. Lucy’s walking pace had slowed and talking the cue followed suit. “Do you know what that means” she said pointing to the sign “No, you?” I replied “Not sure… I thought it meant getting younger but… it can’t be….” she said “Well were going to find out soon enough” “Hannah, Lucy, get over here” my mum shouted across the hall People were turning around and blushing I speed walked over to the large counter where they both were stood with Lucy hot on my heels. Chapter 4 Arriving at the counter I stood next to my parents as the woman behind began to speak after obviously waiting for us to arrive. “So have you decided on this correction plan already or would you like me to talk you through it?” “Talk us through it please?” replied my mother quickly “Well, the principle is pretty simple really and has been developed recently but the results so far have been outstanding. It does however require you to have an open mind and it’s not for all parents…” I was already worried but my mother nodded prompting her to continue. “So the idea of this system is to regress your teenagers to an age or state where they were more dependent upon you. This then rebuilds their respect for you while providing a deterrent for them not to misbehave. It’s like having a second shot at bringing them up.” I was taken aback but still was struggle to see what she meant. How would they make us more dependent on our parents? This thought was punctured however by my father blurting out “Sounds perfect! But how does it actually work?” “Well that depends, on the level you choose. We have five running from level 1 for teenagers who need a minor reminder all the way to level 5 for out of control teens.” “Now without me telling you about each level where would you place your two girls? I expect they are both to receive correction?” “Yes they both are; for Lucy here pointing at my sister I would say a 2 while Hannah pointer at me is probably a 3 or 4” my mother responded “Perfect she said taking a note. Well here are the rules for each level” she said pushing over 3 pieces of paper. My mum read the first sheet aloud: Level 2 Ideal for correcting ongoing but minor misbehaving or lack of respect Correction term: 4 – 8 weeks Parental involvement: Medium Material cost: £20 per week Objective: Return teen to full use of nappies with toilet out of bounds. Parental control over nappy changes with punishments for misbehaving. No or normal clothes to be worn at discretion of parent. Base Rules: 1. Teen must be in nappies for the whole period of punishment 2. Nappy must be used for both wetting and messing 3. Only parents / selected adults can change the teen 4. Punishment for misbehaving Configuration Options: 1. Punishments 2. Nappy style and capacity 3. Length of period between changes ---------------- Mum stopped and looked over at us both. Lucy was in tears and I however was angry and couldn’t stop myself “NO WAY! I’m not F###### going along with this” I shouted “How dare you speak to me like that young lady! I was obviously wrong thinking level 3 would be appropriate” She replied angrily handing one of the sheets back to women “But…” I started “No! You be quite or I will upgrade you to level 5!” She snarled back before reading aloud again. Level 4 Ideal for correcting and punishing a major rebellion or lack of respect from a teen. Correction term: 6 – 12 weeks Parental involvement: High Material cost: £45 per week Objective: Return teen to full time baby state, with uncontrolled use of nappies, baby clothing and routines. Full parental control over all accepts of life with major punishments for misbehaving. However no confinement is used and baby talk is not required. Base Rules: 1. Teen must be in thick nappies for the whole period of punishment 2. Forced wetting and messing for whole period 3. Only parents / selected adults can change the teen 4. Baby clothing to be worn at all times 5. Fed baby food and milk in bottles 6. Sleep in a crib (supplied for period) 7. Severe punishments for misbehaving Configuration Options: 1. Punishments 2. Nappy style, capacity and doublers 3. Length of period between changes 4. Clothing styles ---------------- I was crying now, my parents surely couldn’t go through with this. How would I cope, I can’t be a baby, I won’t! These thoughts were racing through my mind but over them all I had an overarching sense of helplessness. “Don’t you think that’s a bit severe? I’m not so sure about this.” my dad asked my mum “No David I think it’s perfect. Weren’t you even saying the other day how easier it was when they were younger?” “Yes but… but… maybe your right” he said sounding beaten. “So you want to go ahead?” The women piped up from behind the counter. I had now managed to gain some composure, rubbing my tears away from my eyes and looking over to Lucy. She had also stopped crying, maybe realising that she had got of much more lightly than me. My mum nodded and the woman pointed towards the nearest stand “Great, the first stand lets you select the required nappies and you just move on through each from there. Your choices will be marked on the back of those sheets” “Let’s get moving then, I want to be home before 3” mum said to me as she grabbed my hand Chapter 5 The stand was occupied by a much younger man probably around 25 and whose table featured a wide array of large plastic squares and what looked like towels. These must be the nappies and this attractive guy is going to help my mum select the nappies I will be wearing. That thought alone made me turn beat red with embarrassment. “Hi there, I’m Jake” he introduced “What are your levels?” “2 and 4”my mum “OK, well let’s start with the level two, which one is that?” I couldn’t believe how matter of fact he was being as my mum proceeded to point to my sister. “Right she’s a small so your first choice is do you want disposable or cloth? Cloth is thicker but means you have to wash it and well, it can get quite messy.” He smiled “Disposable, definitely” dad shot back! “Fine, as she will be in them full time you should probably disregard these” he said pointing to the left of the table. “Now I would recommend either this” holding up a thick nappy with a green stripe down it “or this” holding up a similar looking one but this time with a purple stripe and noticeably thicker. “What’s the difference?” my mum said “Well the purple one is a Tena slip maxi, rather than a super so has more capacity and increases the time between changes…” “That one sounds perfect for Lucy then but what about for Hannah here?” she replied “Well, being a level 4 and wanting disposable I would say you only have one option” he said moving along to the other end of the table and picking up an incredibly thick nappy covered in baby prints. “What?” I said aloud. It was clearly twice the thickness of Lucy’s one “This” he said “is a custom teen nappy we have had created which is the thickest and most absorbent in the world. The idea is to simulate the feeling a baby would get wearing a nappy” “Well that was easy then” my mum said “What next?” “Move along to the next stand and they will help you select your nappy changing intervals” Both my parents thanked him for his help while he updated our sheets before we moved on. The next few stands were a blur as I was crying quietly and had taken the ‘pretend it’s not happening approach’. My dad noticing I was not required for them to make the choices said me and my sister could go and wait at a small seating area in the middle. We both quickly accepted, deciding that not watching the decision being made would reduce the continual embarrassment. It took over 30 minutes for my parents to move through about ¾ of the stands, my bum was getting numb so I decided to re-join my parents. This was a bad idea as the stand they had just arrived at was marked ‘Level 4 – 5 Only’. The women behind this stand was already talking when I arrived unbeknown to my parents. “So is your daughter over 16? And do you know if she is sexual active?” “Yes she’s 17 but I hope not” my mother replied “Well one of the problems with level 4 & 5’s is that the restrictive clothing prevents the ability of your teen to carry out self-sexual simulation such as masturbation. Which is I might add is an important part of becoming an adult” “Ok…” my dad said obviously sounding nervous for what was about to follow “Well, obviously you can’t let her remove the nappies as this would ruin the process of correction and dependence, so we created this” she said holding up what appears to large pair of pants but with a hollow dido at the front and back. “To allow your daughter to experience masturbation you can strap this on her and select a setting as required” pointing to a small remote control with the options; 1 to 4. “The powerful vibrators in the front and rear will do the rest.” After taking a quite pause she continued “This is optional but I would highly recommend it” “OK, if you think its best” my mum replied “No Mum”, I couldn’t help myself and she span around to see me standing their behind her. “You lost your right to have a say when you took those drugs Hannah, now you can either be quite or go back and join your sister” What could I do? Although noticing the next and penultimate stand was labelled ‘punishments’ I resisted retorting. Again my sheet was marked and I noticed it was looking rather full, that worried me greatly but mum was already moving off again. The punishment stand was fairly bland and the bored looking, middle aged woman behind it appeared visibly pleased when we stopped in front of it. “Hi there” she said in a strong Irish accent. “What’s the level?” she asked “Level’s” my mum corrected, “2 & 4” “Well we have over 20 punishment methods available divided into 3 categories of misbehaviour. Now you can pick and choose the ones you want but many parents find this hard so we have created premade ‘packs’ if you will, for each level” “That sound’s easier” dad responded “It is and what’s more they are in sealed envelopes so neither party knows the punishment until required. Now if you want to go ahead I will just have to see the sheets to check the compatibility” My mum quickly handed over the two pieces to paper which she studied for about 40 seconds before added a quick mark on the last blank row. And pointed off to the final stand. “Right your all set, you can pay at the next stand and then they will load up your car with the materials” Chapter 6 20 minutes later all 4 of us were in the car heading out of the car park. The mood in the car was miserable, the first thing my mum had said after the boot was closed over the many boxes was how she and my father had wished they didn’t need to do this but thought it would be the best for us in the long run. I didn’t agree but remained quiet, as did Lucy. She then proceeded to hand over a folded document titled ‘Your Correction Plan’ to each of us. “Read that” she said “Your correction will start the minute we get home, no arguments” -------------- Correction Plan – Hannah McDowell – 17 – Level 4 Please read this carefully as it sets out the rules and the choices your parents have made for you. Firstly as a level 4 you will be regressed back in almost every way to that of an infant. You will be forced to wet and mess your nappies, wear baby clothes, be fed baby food, drink from a bottle and sleep in a crib. You will have a dummy in at all times but as a level 4 you will, at the discretion of your parents, be able to talk like an adult at times. Choices Forced Use: Yes (wetting & messing) Nappy: Disposable Teen Baby Maxi (Medium) Change Interval: 10am, 2pm and 7pm Friend contact: None Clothing options: Onesie (pink), Sleeper / All-in-one (pink), Play Dress (yellow) Clothing accessories: Restrictive moment mittens, teen size dummy with harness Rental Furniture: Crib, Changing Table, Play Pen & Highchair Restraints: Yes (crib only) Sexual: Strap on vibrator Extras: Enema kit Punishments: Preselected and unknown to both parties Rules In addition to the core rules mentioned earlier your parents have selected to add these rules: 1. No attempt to be made to remove clothing 2. Nappy changes cannot be requested 3. All adult food and drinks out of bounds 4. You must also obey commends from your sister as she is now older than you Now you have read this document we would advise that you accept these selections and do not resist the process as this will just result in punishments and more discomfort. Your punishment has been set to last for 6 weeks but can be extended at any time. Note that furniture is rented and will normally be installed within 2 working days. You correction will however start upon arriving home. --------------- I read and re-read the document hoping this was a dream but the harsh reality set in and I began to accept that I would only be a teenager for another hour until we arrived home. Lucy asked if she you see mine indicating to the piece of paper and we swapped with me quickly reading over her selected options. It seemed she had got off much more lightly and while she would also be in nappies full time, the baby clothing or furniture options were missing and she had an extra change interval each day. Lucy seemed to have finished reading mine and had turned very pale. “Oh my god, I thought I had it bad” she whispered in my ear, there was no glee in her voice she genuinely sounds sorry for me. I didn’t however respond, after all what could I say. The rest of the long journey was uneventful and we were sound travelling down the narrow, dead end road which led to our house. The house itself was positioned right next to the sea and we had no neighbours for miles. Normally I hated this remoteness but this summer it was great as there was no risk one of my friends would drop by and see me. We pulled up outside the house and after turning off the engine both my parents jumped out the car. I was shaking with fear, embarrassment and anger for what was about to happen and didn’t move, Lucy was the same and even had started to cry again. Mum obviously noticing we haven’t got out opened by door and said “Actually girls I want you to stay in the car while me and your father unpack and setup the things. We will call you in when ready” We waited in silence for what felt like hours but was probably only 10 minutes for mum or dad to return. In this time I considered running away, fighting them or calling the police but dismissed each idea after thinking it through. The tap on the window caused me to turn around to see my dad waiting outside, we both quickly got out and followed him inside in silence. “Sit down on the sofa girls, we want to run through the rules before we get started” I sat quickly, looking down at my feet although I couldn’t help notice a large plastic mat on the floor a few feet away with two nappies sitting next to it. Chapter 7 “Right girls, you have both had time in the car to read through your rules so before we get started I wanted to ask if you have any questions?” mum asked calmly “Yes mum, do… do… do you really have to do this? I’m 15… I don’t want to wear nappies!” Lucy piped up through tears “Yes Lucy, you do and I don’t want to hear any more complaining about it. You should have known that your behaviour would led to consequences.” Mum retorted “Hannah, do you have anything to ask” dad asked I just shock my head, letting the tears fall onto my lap. “Good” mum said “me and your dad have been talking and have decided that it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to change you, so I will be the only one who changes your nappies over the next 6 weeks.” I was slightly glad about this as I’m not sure I could have dealt with dad changing me but was my own mother wasn’t much better either. Luckily as a teacher she had the whole summer off too, so she would always be around. “Right let’s get started then!” mum announced “Lucy, strip off all your clothes and lie down there” pointing to the changing mat. “What? Get naked?” Lucy asked disbelieving. “Yes Lucy” mum replied as if talking to someone very stupid “and quickly or you will be receiving a punishment before we even get started” Lucy stood up slowly and after slipping off her shoes started unbuttoning the top of her dress and letting it fall to the ground. Her socks and pant were next leaving her standing stark naked and beat red in front of us all. Mum placed her arm around her and guided her down onto the changing mat. Lucy was crying again now but mum just ignored her as she unfolded the nappy next to her. I was shocked at how big it was, it haven’t looked that big at the stand. “Lift your legs up honey” mum cooed helping to lift her bum up before sliding it under and laying her back down. Next she brought out some baby oil and powder which was applied liberally over her bum and crotch, all the way up to her bellybutton. “Time to tape you up” mum said aloud before pulling the front of the nappy over and after a quick adjustment pulled and applied the four tapes. “All set! You can stand up now” Lucy stood slowly and I couldn’t help but gasp at the slight. Firstly the nappy was large covering right over her bellybutton and was obviously bulky by the way her legs were forced apart. She seemed unsteady on her feet as if she was also shocked by the feeling. After letting her stand for a few seconds, dad piped up that although she would be allowed to wear normal clothes they had decided that for the first few days that she should just wear a nappy until she gets more use to it. “Right you can sit down honey” mum added “Hannah, you know the drill, no arguments” I wanted to argue but I already felt beaten so slowly stood and striped down to my panties. “All your clothes, Hannah” mum commanded. I placed my hand on the cotton sides and slowly slide them down my legs. This was so embarrassing, my parents hadn’t seen me naked in years. As I continued to turn an even brighter shade of red mum commented that it was good that I was clean shaven as this would help prevent nappy rash. This final comment was too much and like Lucy I too burst into tears. Mum didn’t take too much notice and instead helped me down onto the cold plastic mat. My nappy was already unfolded and I could see the pink baby prints around the curling edges. I lifted my legs as commended and felt it being slid under my bum while I just closed by eyes, hoping this was all just a terrible dream. The nappy was obviously bulky as I now felt higher off the ground and it wasn’t long before I too was oiled, powdered and taped up. The feeling was incredibly strange, I had expected it to be uncomfortable but it wasn’t. It was however definitely noticeable and as I stood up I felt my legs being pushed apart massively, even balancing was hard work. I made a move toward the sofa but mum quickly grabbed my shoulder, pushing back to the ground pulling a pink piece of clothing out of a bag, “We’re not done yet, remember you’re being regressed to pretty much the state of a baby”. This turned out to be an onesie which mum asked me to step into before pulling it up, guiding my arms into its short sleeves and zipping it up at the back. Next came large mittens which reminded me of the time we went skiing last year. These ones though felt much more padded and then when mum pulled the small cord at the wrist I realised that with these on my hands would be useless for all but the simplest of tasks. I thought it was over but dad then threw and object over the room to mum “don’t forgot this”. Mum amazingly caught it and as my eyes focused I realised this was the dummy as talked about in the rule sheet. “Please mum, no…” I begged but it was too late as she stuffed it into my mouth, the ball was huge pinning my tong down. I winced as two little straps were tightened around my head and I realised there was now no way I could remove it. “All done honey, you look so adorable” mum commented looking pleased. I tried to stand up from my position sitting on the floor but fell quickly back over onto my thickly padded bum. “Oh, honey I forgot to say seeing as you are now a baby, walking is banned, you can only crawl” I vented my anger at this but because of the huge dummy all that came out was some jumbled words. My sister laughed from across the room but was instantly met by a stern look from my dad, “Don’t you laugh Lucy or you might too find yourself like that”. That shut her up and I slowly started to crawl towards the sofa. Chapter 8 For the rest of the afternoon both me and my sister remained on the sofa. Mum had put on the Disney channel which she seemed was now age appropriate, it could have been worst and I had soon got drawn into the programmes. Nothing was said between us for the whole time, although the dummy ensured that for me at least it wasn’t an option. As evening drew nearer I noticed Lucy had started to fidget a bit more than usual and the pressure building in my bladder reminded me that at some point soon we would be both using our nappies, a thought I had been trying to supress. It was while pondering this that the TV suddenly went black and my dad’s voice shouted from the kitchen “Dinners ready girls... and Hannah remember you have to crawl”. The short trip to the Kitchen had been humiliating, while Lucy quickly walked or more waddled through I dropped to my hands and knees as proceeded slowly into the kitchen, the huge nappy making its presence felt with every movement. Lucy was already sitting up at the table and on entering my dad got out of his own chair and lifted me up, placing me in a chair which had been moved in-between his and my mum’s normal places. Winking he joked “Don’t worry you high chair will be here tomorrow”. Seconds later after mum had placed 3 full plates down she brought mine, which consisted of 3 piles of mush I could only guess was the blended result of the Sausages, mash and vegetables that was on the others. Sitting down next to me she told everyone to start eating and then undid the straps holding my dummy letting it hang around my neck. “Now Hannah, now I’m going to feed you and aspect you to eat it all!” her tone making it clear I was not in a position to argue. Wasting no time she drove a spoon into one of the piles and quickly forced it into my mouth. I had hardly finished swallowing it before another arrived, then another and another. This continued non-stop until about half way when my dad placed a huge bottle in my mouth, holding it in place as the litre of milk slowly drained itself. Dinner finished 10 minutes later with my stomach feeling like it would explode, mum had forced every gram into my mouth and I had drank what must have been two litres of milk. My dummy was now secured back in placed and it was only now that I noticed that Lucy was really starting to squirm in her seat. Mum seemed to have also noticed this as it was at that moment she said “There’s no point fighting it Lucy, you’re going to have to get used to being in a wet and messy nappy. Plus you should count yourself lucky, the diuretics and laxatives in Hannah’s dinner are going to make it much worst for her” I let out a smothered mown at this, I had completely forgotten my punishment sheet had said ‘forced wetting & messing’. It didn’t take long for Lucy to lose her battle with her bladder, suddenly while my parents were talking she went rigid and as the room went silent I could hear a strong torrent of pee making its way into her nappy. The lines of the front started to change colour and the nappy visibly swelled all the while Lucy was crying into her hands. “Right you two go and watch TV while I clear up and then its bed” mum said completely ignoring Lucy’s crying. Dad lifted me up but instead of placing me on the floor carried me to the lounge dropping me on the sofa. About 30 seconds later Lucy walked through her yellowing nappy sagging slightly but she avoided eye contact. I would have felt sorry for her but my now full bladder was making is presence known and I’m sure I could feel my intestines churning. 10 minutes later while halfway through an old episode of Hannah Montana, the pressure in my bladder was being truly painful, I even had forgotten about the cramping which had started in my stomach. I decided that holding it off any longer wouldn’t help even if possible and slowly started letting go. This however proved to be much harder than expected as my 15 years of toilet training put up a fight, soon though the flood gates opened and I felt the hot rush of pee running around by crotch and bum before being soaked up in the huge nappy. I could feel Lucy eyes watching me but I kept looking firmly ahead at the TV, it took almost a minute before the pee stopped and I was now encased in enlarged and warm nappy. I had expected it to feel awful but the warmth was surprisingly quite pleasant. The program ended marking the 7pm adverts and once again my attention was drawn to my bowels which churned and cramped menacingly. It was during the advert that mum joined us in lounge to announce that it was my bedtime and that she would check my nappy before bed, signalling me to follow her. I grudgingly got up and started following before remembering I was banned from walking. 30 seconds later I had made it into my bedroom on my hands and knees. Mum then lifted me with surprising strength onto my bed, I didn’t resist and was looking forward to being put in a dry nappy for bed, the wet one was already starting to go cold. Mum rolled me over and unzipped the back of the onesie and pulled it down before I felt her hand going down the back of my nappy and then after rolling me over the front. “Mum!” I could help protesting through the dummy. Completely ignoring my protests mum announced that my nappy was nowhere near capacity so she would change me in the morning. I was slightly shocked by this but she was already guiding my legs into the pink sleeper which would encase me for the next 12 hours. Soon she had zipped the sleeper up, ensure the dummy and mittens were securely fastened and warned me that leaving the bed would be met with severe punishments. On leaving she turned off the light plunging the room into darkness. Chapter 9 Although I tried, sleep was impossible to find, the bulky wet nappy made is presence known constantly but worst was the now urgent need to poop. I squirmed around trying to find a position which would reduce the pressure but it was no good. I was going to have to mess myself, the thought alone started tears to well up in my eyes. Another huge wave of pressure started and my body won the battle over my mind. The minute that followed was a blur as wave after wave of warm mush forced itself into my nappy, moving both up my back and forward onto my fanny. And as if to and insult to injury, a stream of hot pee was added to the mix further spreading the mess. I lay not daring to move for many minutes, tears rushing down my face as I thought about what my friends would think if they saw me now. The smell has also managed to escape causing me to gag and be even more disgusted at myself. It took a long time before I drifted into an unsettled sleep. “Wake up honey it’s time for breakfast”, my hands instinctively moved over my eyes to protect them from the sun poring through the opened curtains. “What?” I said groggily, still awaking to the fact that I was now lying in a cold but very full nappy. “Breakfast Now! You’ve got 1 minute to crawl to the kitchen or your in big trouble” repeated my mum as she left the room. I rolled out of bed but the full nappy put me off balance and I landed with a fud on the floor causing the cold poo to further spread up over my fanny making me cry out through the dummy in shock. However after a short crawl I made it to the kitchen to find my sister already wearing her pink PJ’s which did nothing to conceal the sagging nappy they contained. Without warning I was lifted up by the bum and plopped down onto a seat by my dad, the hard seat again acted to spread my mess and I could see Lucy crinkling her nose as the smell hit her. She didn’t laugh at my obvious predicament probably, I thought as she knew she would soon have the same experience after all she always needed to go #2 in the mornings. Breakfast was a quite affair, mum replaced my dummy with a bib and proceeded to feed me porridge. A bottle of warm milk followed before I was unceremoniously lifted out of my seat and onto the floor. “Head into the living room honey and I will be through to check both your nappies in a minute” mum instructed. I wanted to reply that I thought it was pretty obvious I needed a change but resisted not wanting to make things worse. It was a few minutes before mum checked both our nappies and to my relief decided mine was in the most need of replacement, so out came the changing mat. My sister watched on as my sleeper was removed exposing the huge swelling and brown stained nappy. It had turned out that some poo had leaked though and onto the sleeper which accounted for a part of the awful stench which had erupted upon it being unzipped. “Oh my, we might have to look at thicker nappies or doubling up if this happens again” commented my mother. I however wasn’t really listening, all my energy was focused on ignoring the smell, the cold wipes displacing the poo which clung to my sing & slight itchiness across my bum. It took over 5 minutes for mum to fully clean, powder, nappy and slide yesterday’s onesie over my head and buttoned into place. It was then time for my sister but as she got off the sofa mum announced “Lucy, I’ve seen you squirming all morning if you need to poop I suggest you do it now as otherwise you won’t be getting a change until the afternoon” I could see Lucy struggling with the choice “Mum can I at least go to my room?” “No, now come here” mum said sitting down between me and her on the sofa. She grabbed Lucy’s hands, pulled down her PJ’s and guided her so she was now perched on her knee, her nappied bum only inches from me. One of mum’s hands then brought Lucy into a tight embrace while the other slowly massaged her stomach. Twenty seconds later I could hear the muffled tears begin and then a watched in a fascinated horror as the back of already wet nappy expanded and slowly turned brown. Within the minute the whole back of the nappy had turned a patchy brown and I caught the first smell of poop. “Good girl” mum commented lifting Lucy fully onto her knee at which I could see Lucy’s face grimace as her mess was force in every direction. A change promptly followed and in no time my sister was in a clean nappy and mum informed her that if she was good she could wear clothes after lunch but until then gave her only a pink One Direction T-shirt she got last year. Around an hour later I heard a knock at the door and we both turned away from the TV looking towards the hall. Fear swept over me, was somebody going to see me in this state, one of mum’s friends, one of my friends… Oh god. Lucy was looking equally scared as we heard mum talking to a man, I couldn’t make out what was being said but a few seconds later two guys only a few years older than me entered carrying a huge box. I quickly turned around avoiding any eye contact, they were obviously bringing the furniture mentioned on the sheet. The first box they took upstairs, followed by another after which they remained upstairs for about 20 minutes. Hearing footsteps coming down the stairs followed by the door closing I thought they were leaving but only a minute later it opened again and to my horror they entered the living room. Lucy quickly sat up and ran out and up to her room, I was tempted to follow but crawling would be even more humiliating so I just fixed my eyes on the TV. They didn’t seem to pay any attention to me and spent the next 10 minutes putting up what was evidently my playpen. They finished but only one left calling out for my mom, the other guy walked over to me and whispered into my ear “Sorry, I know this must have been humiliating for you” I couldn’t help but turn around, looking directly at his beautiful blue eyes. My bright red face obviously gave away he was right “I really do know, I was one of the first in this program about 3 years ago.” “Really” I tried to say but the dummy distorted my words and causing another way of hot to rush over my face. “Yeah, my advice is try and enjoy it. Whatever you do avoid punishments!” I wanted to scream out “Enjoy it?!?” but resisted, he was about to speak again but his partner called out and he rushed from the room. They left a few seconds later and my mum came into the room smiling. A wave of anger pulsed through my body, she seem to be enjoying this! This was so embarrassing, how could she be doing this to me! As these thoughts rushed through my head I lost my self-control. Pulling my dummy out and started an angry rant at my mother. I can’t even remember what I said I was so angry and my mum just stood there and took it, until I ran out of steam. “It seems you just earned your first punishment” my mum said, grabbing my hand and almost dragging me to my room. My legs dragged up the stairs, I already knew I had made a huge mistake. Chapter 10 “Sit on the bed” mum instructed I obeyed, looking around my transformed room. My bed now had 4 foot crib rails on three sides with opening doors on the side I was now sitting. In the corner was a huge changing table replacing my TV & computer which had been removed. She then went over to my drawers and sitting onto was a pile of punishment cards I recognised from the stand. “Seeing as this is your first offence, I’m going let you off with a mild punishment” selecting a pale blue card, opening it and read aloud. “As punishment the child will restrained in the crib without changes until the first change interval after 12 hours. Two bottles of diuretic & laxative lased milk should be given. Double nappies recommended.” I sat in horror knowing I wouldn’t be getting out of these nappies until tomorrow morning. “Up onto here Hannah” mum said pointing to the changing table, I obliged. My onesie was removed, exposing my slightly wet nappy. Next mum brought out a small knife, cutting long slits into the nappy before lifting my legs up and taping another huge nappy around the first. Once finished she lifted me off the changing table and surprisingly carried me straight over to my bed / crib. “Wait here” she instructed closing the crib gates as she left. I sat legs spread far apart by the now enormous bulk of the double nappy for a few minutes, I felt sick with anger at myself for losing control and earning this punishment, for even taking those stupid drugs in the first place. By the time mum returned tears were welling in my eyes but she took no notice, instead forcing the teat of a bottle into my mouth. It took only a minute or so before I had consumed all the sweet tasting milk and mum removed the 2nd bottle replacing it with the dummy I had pulled out earlier. “Now lie down” mum instructed pulling two fluffy cuffs from the corners of the crib. One was attached to each of my wrists before she moved down doing the same to my ankles. The crib gates were closed with a locking ‘click’ and then mum reach down to a small button under the crib. Instantly I felt all the restraints pulling my arms and legs towards the corners, when she stopped I was laying spread eagled on my back. “Right, see you in the morning Hannah. I hope this teaches you not to misbehave again.” The door closed and I lay, only able to move my arms and legs a few inches. The diuretics and milk from the morning soon forced me to release a long stream of hot pee which tingled its way over my front before moving down between my bum. I hated to admit it but although a strange feeling it actually felt really nice and I could feel myself being turned on. I went to reach over to touch the front of the nappy but the restraints painfully grabbed back my arms. The next few hours went slowly by during which I had wet again along with a huge load of poo which was now slowly spreading itself around my bum. As the sun set I started trying to get to sleep, the pressure however had built again and I accepted that I was going to have to mess myself again before my body would let me drift to sleep. This load however was much bigger and after letting go wave upon wave of hot mush forced its way into my nappies. With nowhere to go it moved both backwards and up over my fanny, before finally covering almost every inch of skin encased within the nappy. Sleep did come eventually but was broken throughout the night with multiple wettings and another messing which this time seemed to be mostly liquid. When my mum walked in the next morning the sight would shock even her so much that she decided to change her before breakfast. “Wake up honey, it’s time to get you changed” opening the crib and undoing my restraints. Both my nappies were completely saturated and a brown stain covered 75% of it. The change wasn’t quick, the nappies were undone revelling the horror within. I just closed my eyes as mum slowly removed the caked poop on my skin. Once the nappy was removed she didn’t replace it however and just instructed me to take a shower and be back here in 5 minutes. I didn’t complain and soon hot water rushed over my body and aching limbs caused by the restraints. After a quick shower I walked back into my room. I was nappied and dressed in a yellow summer dress which did nothing to hide the nappy. Mum informed me that big girl privileges were over and I would have to crawl to downstairs. Breakfast was the same as the day before except this time I was placed in the newly installed high chair. That day and the following four were pretty uneventful, I was slowly getting use to wetting and messing my nappies and now even choose let go before it was urgent. Lucy was still struggling to mess and mum had to take things into her own hands on two occasions. I had also come to terms with the fact I enjoyed the feeling of a wet nappy and I even had tried to rub myself off, although the mittens had prevented this. Chapter 11 It was Friday morning and I had just let out a stream of hot pee into my nappy and seeing as I was alone in the living room started rubbing the front of my nappy. I was slowly getting more and more turned on, when my mum walked silently in from the kitchen. There was nothing I could do, she had seem me in the act and I awaited the angry shouting. It however didn’t come and she just said “Meet me in your room”. I crawled up the stairs behind her and into my room where she lifted me onto the changing table. The tapes were undone but it wasn’t thrown away, she just moved over to the dresser pulling out the strap on vibrator I had completely forgotten about. “No” I muffled through the dummy. “Sorry Hannah, I have seen you rubbing a few times and it’s not healthy not being able have an orgasm.” I was embarrassed that my mum was having this conversation with but seeing as for the last week mum had being changing me out of wet and messy nappies, it didn’t rate that highly. Along with the vibrator she brought a tub of Vaseline, which she used to lube up the hollow tips of each vibrator before dipping her fingers in again and applying lube to both my entrances, inside and out. Once complete, she lifted my legs and lay the vibrator pants between me and the nappy. Slowly lowering me down I felt the tip penetrate my anus before move right up and in. It wasn’t particularly comfortable but she took no notice and instead brought the front up and inserted the second vibrator deep into my vagina. “There you go, I will turn them on at different points today. And remember when this is in you will lose control of pooping so don’t worry” she said as the nappy was then re-taped and I was left to crawl back downstairs. Crawling alone caused each vibrator to move in and out which was both slightly painful and pleasurable. Once downstairs I returned to the sofa where Lucy was now watching the Disney channel. Although she was free to wear whatever she wanted, Lucy was wearing her one direction onesie which bulged at the crotch concealing the wet nappy within. Although I didn’t know it yet, Lucy also was starting to enjoy the feeling of wetting. Ten minutes later unknown to me my mum set the dial on the remote to 1 and seconds later I felt the front vibrator start on a slow hum. Lucy thank god didn’t notice but as I watched TV I felt my pussy getting wetter and although enjoyable I never reached a full orgasm. It soon stopped and I got engrossed once more in the program. It was during an advert brake that the strange sensation came over my bum as what was clearly poop pushed its way through the hole in the rear dido and into my nappy, my efforts to stop if fruitless. Lucy could obviously smell it as her nose scrunched up but she was used to it now. “Lucy, I know you will need to go, so you might as well now” referencing clearly to my messy state. The last few days we had spook very little and she seemed shocked. “I can’t, no matter how hard I try it just won’t until I’m completely busting” she replied blushing. I slid over to her and copying what I had seen mum do a few times and lifted her onto the padded front of my nappy “What are you doing?” “Shoosh” I said lifting up the dress she was wearing, exposing her stomach which I slow rubbed. Soon I felt movement and suddenly a messy load erupt from her bum, I didn’t stop and over the course of a minute three more waves of poop pushed its way into the now fully nappy. “All better” I said smiling “Thanks I guess” Lucy said and she wiggled free and in the process mushed the poop around her bum. “Hannah, can I ask you something?” “Yeah, of course” “Are you enjoying this?” she whispered “No” I said honestly, “Some parts are ok, I guess.” “Like wetting” Lucy replied quietly “Yeah, you too?” “Yeah” Our conversation was interrupted at that point my mum walking in and announcing it was lunch time. Lunch was a quiet affair and I ate the mushed baby food to which I was becoming accustom. Mum had got up to make a coffee but when she sat down, my vibrators suddenly started vibrating violently. She had obviously had set off the remote in her pocket to a higher setting, don’t wanting to tell Lucy about what was currently inside me I remained silent. The both front and rear vibrators were now shaking around in my vagina and anus at least 10 times stronger than before. My face was becoming red, sweet had started and I could feel myself being turned on very quickly. I wanted to ask my mum to stop it but the pleasure was becoming too great and I didn’t want it to end. A minute later I could help but moaning out loud to the shock of both Lucy & my mum as I experienced one of the best orgasm’s of my life. My mum realising what must have happened brought out the remote and turned it off, but the damage was done. “What’s that?” Lucy enquired. “Erm… well…. Seeing as your sister is older she has certain requirements which are hard when in nappies all the time” “So what about me?” she replied rather boldly “You’re too young” mum replied curtly. “No I’m not, I been masturbating since I was 13, Hannah showed me” I wanted to scream at her but from the look on Lucy’s face she had already realised saying this was a big mistake. Mum was you see rather old fashioned and still thought of Lucy as a child. “Disgusting, the both of you and Hannah!” she said glaring over at me. “You’ve both earned a punishment” We were instructed to wait on the sofa while mum went upstairs to find a punishment card. She couldn’t however find any designed for punishing us both at the same time so instead rang the helpline. I heard one side of the call which lasted about four minutes. Mum returned and instructed for us both to go to my room. What was in store for us I wondered… “Right, the woman on the helpline suggested I need to show you to respect your bodies and most importantly Hannah, show you not to tell her sister things she too young for.” She said upon us both arriving in the room “By lucky conscience they gave us two sets of strap on vibrators so you will be both be strapped in your already messy nappies, placed in Hannah’s crib and then placed on level 4 for 30 minutes.” I was shocked, Lucy look scared. 5 minutes later mum had strapped on Lucy’s vibrators which were much harder to insert into her smaller anus and vagina, and her now cold messy nappy replaced. I had to lie down in the crib first and mum secured the restraints in place, Lucy was then told to lie on top of me and soon her feet and hand were also restrained. Mum then locked the crib and left. As the door to my room closed I felt both mine and Lucy’s vibrators come into action. Level 4 was outright painful and Lucy started crying almost immediately, her tears falling onto my face. The stimulation was enormous and within a minute I was also crying and moaning as I had my second orgasm of the day. Lucy was now shaking on top of me, as her young body was punished into orgasm after orgasm. Within 10 minutes hot sweat covered both our bodies and as the stimulation continued I could feel myself both wetting and messing the nappy with no control. When it did stop 20 minutes later Lucy fell limp onto my body, her face pressed against my breasts panting for air. Mum left us alone for another hour by which time both our nappies were completely full before entering the room and unlocking us from the crib. “I hope you both have learned a lesson from this! Lucy I’m sure that hurt and you will do well to remember not to abuse your body in the future, you’re too young. And Hannah, I’m still very disappointed with you for showing your little sister, I’m sure you didn’t enjoy watching her go through that.” Lucy was crying again looking only at her feet and I merely nodded. We were both changed and then the day proceeded as if nothing had happened. The only tell tail sign was Lucy walked strangely for many hours, the large dildos obviously having have hurt her passages. Chapter 12 Another week had now passed and luckily we had both avoided any more punishments. My parents had started making more use of the furniture and now most of my days were spent between my crib, playpen and highchair. Lucy seemed to be getting along fine and was no longer making a fuss and freely messing her nappies around twice a day, she also spent time playing with me in the playpen. This ‘play time’ at first had been humiliating with only a selection of old toys my dad had dug out of the attic. However soon we had both made the most of it and I couldn’t help but admit that I was enjoying myself. Most days I was now being dressed in the yellow summer dress which did nothing to hide my thick nappies. Lucy was allowed to wear her normal clothes but because of her thick nappy her options were also limited. She opted mostly to wear dresses or even stay in her pj’s all day, both didn’t exactly hide her nappy but why would she care, it was only family around. My times to talk were very limited as the majority of the time my dummy was firmly strapped in place, in the few exceptions we both talked about how we were finding it. We both agreed that wearing and wetting the nappies was fine and actually quite enjoyable, not having to pause the TV to visit the bathroom, the warm tingling feeling and the squidgy padding which followed. We didn’t however agree about messing Lucy said she was actually now ok with it, I however wasn’t and reminded her that she got to choose when to go, which she did often just before being changed. For me however the worst part was the babying, not eating a solid meal in nearly two week, the early bedtimes, being force-fed and not being able to talk to anyone 99% of the time. However I did have one enjoyment Lucy didn’t and that was the 2 times a week when mum would insert the vibrators after my morning change. Putting it on auto caused it to randomly select a start time, duration and power setting. Lucy was in the room a few of times I orgasmed but the most memorable was yesterday when while playing on in the playpen it went to level 4. The vibrations could be felt through the floor and soon I had dropped the doll and was moaning through my dummy. The next 5-10 minutes I completely lost track Lucy was right there as I twisted, moaned and exploded into an orgasm. But anyway let’s get back to the present in which I’m sitting in a highchair being fed what is supposed to be lunch my by mother, knowing full well that my currently only wet nappy won’t last long. “So Lucy, how are you feeling about wearing nappies?” my mum asked while stuffing another spoon into my mouth. “Ok, I guess” Lucy replied, obviously somewhat surprised by the question. “I thought so, we might have to change punishment seeing as your enjoying it” my mum replied Lucy, realising her mistake quickly tried to backtrack. “No mum, I’m not, it’s horrible” The reply was hardly convincing and mum obviously agreed. “No, I’ve talked to the helpline and they have suggested we move you up a level, at least for a few weeks” “What, No” Lucy said, tears welling up in her eyes for the first time in days. “Sorry Lucy, it’s too late and your new stuff has already arrived. Starting tomorrow you will go to Level 3 and like Hannah here will be treated more like a baby.” Gaining some composure Lucy asked “What’s the difference between 3 & 4?” “Well… you will be forced to wet & mess, wear baby clothes and sleep in the crib with Hannah. You won’t however have to eat baby food or have a dummy in your mouth all the time.” Mum reeled off as if ticking off a list in her head. Lucy was quite the rest of the day and when my now messy nappy was changed just before my bedtime I realised that this would be the last time I slept in my crib alone. Chapter 13 True to her word when I crawled into the kitchen for breakfast I met a Lucy dressed in a pale pink onesie instead of her pj’s. She must have kept her extra change over me as her nappy was clearly fresh, unlike mine which as dad lifted me into the highchair squelched loudly. “Morning girls” mum said as she put down the plates of pancakes for the others and what looked like mushed banana’s for me. “Now lucy, before you start you need to take these” mum said holding out two pills. “Oh mum do I have to?” Lucy wined, knowing full well these would spell an end to the control of her bodily functions. “Yes, you do missy and any more moaning will earn you a punishment” mum fired back Lucy knew better than to continue argueing and soon had swallowed the pills and began tucking into her pancakes. Dad also took this as the cue to start feeding me, filling my mouth with wave after wave of warm mushed banana. As usual two bottles of milk followed and I was released into the living room to join Lucy. We switched on some cartoons and settled in the playplan. Less than an hour later Lucy let out an “oww” and I could hear pee splashing into her nappy. “I didn’t even feel it coming, does that happen to you?” she asked me looking shocked I shook my head quite surprised too. My pills only made me need to pee and poop all the time, I still could feel the need before having to let go. Just a few seconds later Lucy spoke up again “Oh god” she moaned and I could see, hear and smell why. She started crying, lying back causing the mess to spread. Mum soon arrived and manage calm her down enough for her to explain that she didn’t even feel it coming. “Oh yes, I forgot to tell you that. They sent a new type of pill which both increases the quantity of bodily fluids and removes all control. Hannah will be moving over to the new pills as well at lunch” She said finally looking at me Being 10am it was time for my change so she took me upstairs, Lucy however would have another few hours before getting out of hers. Lunchtime soon arrived and I knew crushed into my food was the new pills which would remove all my control. Shortly after it was time for my second change of the day, I was only wet but still looking forward to a dry nappy. Unfortunately though when mum came she said that she had noticed my 2pm nappies were never full and it was a waste so from now on I would only be changed twice a day. “What?” I muffed though my dummy. This was horrible. “Lucy you too will be losing a change and only getting three” She followed. Within 30 minutes I experienced what Lucy already had as pee and poop exploded into my nappy completely without warning. Mum wasn’t joking when she said these new pills increased the output. When dinnertime arrived both mine and Lucy’s nappies were full with pee and poop. I could feel it encasing my whole bum and right up over my fanny and I could feel a slight leak as I was placed into my highchair. Maybe if mum realised I leaked she would reinstate my change I wondered. After another disgusting dinner dad lifted me out and commented “Oh Hannah you’ve leaked. That’s happened a few times in the morning as well. We might need to look at a booster or doubling up” he said looking towards mum for approval. She nodded. Today couldn’t have been worst, I had now lost all my control, was peeing and pooing more, had one less change and now it looked like I would be in even thicker nappies. My fear was confirmed when dad who after my mum complained about the work load decided he too would also change our nappies, changed me before bed. I was so messy he let me have a shower but on returning I saw two of the huge nappies laid out. Like for first my punishment slits were made in the first before the second being taped over. Just as he finished buttoning me into a sleeper, Lucy arrived in similar attire and judging by the bulge also sporting one of my thicker nappies. I was lifted into the crib after dad watched me unsuccessfully try to climb in, inhibited by the huge bulk around my waist. Lucy joined me in the crib which was then locked before the lights being turned out. “Mum was right I wasn’t finding it too bad, but I am now” Lucy spoke knowing full well I couldn’t reply through my dummy. “I hate the surprise and now I have to spend longer in messy nappies. Not as bad as you though she said touching me on the back.” “God I’m never going to misbehave again” she muttered Sleep came fairly quickly but didn’t last long. I woke up with a start seeing nothing in the dark room but the reason was apparent, as poop was still flowing into my nappy. I had obviously already wet in my sleep and judging by the smell in the room Lucy’s nappy was also no longer containing just liquid. Getting back to sleep was harder with the mess moving around with every turn while trying to get comfortable. I woke up the bright morning sun beaming into the very smelling room. Lucy was on the changing table being attended to by my dad. I knew however that I would be in this huge nappy for probably another hour or so, god this is going to be a long summer I thought. Chapter 14 Another two weeks had past and I was now in double nappies all the time. We had both accepted that we no longer had any control with every change now involving a huge wet and messy nappy. Another interesting development was I had also stopped being aware of the smell of poop which surround us both pretty much constantly. The only good news was we were half way through our punishment time which mum had informed us a few days ago was lasting 6 weeks (unless we misbehaved). It seemed however that Lucy had forgotten this last part as currently she was poking fun into me about having to eat like a baby, having a dummy in all the time and the noises I made when I had the vibrator in. I suppose it was overdue as we hadn’t had a fight in a few weeks and which before the nappies was almost a daily occurrence. But I lost control and soon we were throwing punches and pulling each other’s hair. Dad bounded into the living room and pulled us apart. “What the hell are you two doing!” He shouted “You realise that you’ve both earned a severe punishment for this” Now I’m going upstairs and if either of you touch each other I will keep you in nappies until you leave for university. We were both left in a stunned silence knowing we had made a huge mistake and waiting for dad to return. At least 20 minutes had past when he returned holding two envelopes. “Right girls, you know both me and your mum have no tolerance for fighting so I have picked out a punishment card marked ‘severe’ for each of you.” We both nodded, tears already filling my eyes. “As you know I don’t know what this is so I’m going to read them out now” Pulling open the first envelopes he turned to me “So Hannah, here is yours: 1. Your nappies will be removed completed. 2. You will spend the next 24 hours in a form fitting, full body plastic sleeper. (See punishment box 2) 3. Food and drink will doubled and will be force fed through the punishment gag (See punishment box 2) 4. Laxative & diuretic doses will be maintained” Oh God! That’s all I could think as my mind played through what was about to happen. Dad however didn’t seem as fazed as he moved straight onto Lucy. “Lucy, yours is: You will be moved up to level 5 for two days, this will involve: 1. Full baby clothes, dummy & mittens at all times 2. Kept in a crib for 18 hours a day 3. Use of muscle relaxants which will reduce your ability to walk completely 4. Smacking’s before every change” Lucy’s didn’t seem that bad compared to mine but at least I only had to endure 24 hours of punishment. “Right girls, you have both heard your punishments and I’m sure your mum will agree they are wholly appropriate when she returns from shopping. Now both of your follow me upstairs.” The next 10 minutes involved my surprisingly only wet nappies being removed and replaced with the sleeper. It felt good to be out of the nappy but once encased in the sleeper which sealed around my neck, wrists and ankles, I wasn’t so sure. The punishment gag was horrible, it’s huge bulb filled my mouth and was strapped into place behind my head, a tube following the strap to allow food and liquids to be pumped in. Lucy was also soon in full baby gear and I had to admit she looked cute. To finish everything off he gave Lucy a muscle relaxant tablet and we headed back downstairs. Sitting back in the living room gave me a chance to look at the sleeper in more detail. It was completely clear so provided me no modesty at all. The material was like a mixture of thick plastic and tight leggings, it hugged my body everywhere leaving almost no areas of untouched skin. The other noticeable thing was the heat which was building with every second, causing beads of sweat to appear. God this really wasn’t going to be a fun 24 hours. Lunch provided the first use of the gag into which mum, whom had returned from shopping, pushed blended food and milk. The quantity was huge but I had no choice but to swallow or choke. Lucy wasn’t having a much better time being fed by dad. She had to be carried in as the muscle relaxants had done their job causing her legs to be useless and even her other movements were slow and weak. The sleeper did nothing to hide my budging stomach after lunch and soon the inevitable happened. I was watching cartoons alone as Lucy had been taken back to the crib, when I felt an incredibly strange feeling. Looking down I could see my yellow pee spreading from my crotch in all directions seemingly unaffected by gravity. My whole lower body felt wet as the liquid moved around but pleasantly warm, although that would last for long. It was during a commercial break that what I was really dreading happened. A huge wave of cramps was followed by an equally huge quantity of poo. At first I couldn’t see it only feeling as it first bulged out before being spread by the material. A minute later the full damage had been done and my lower back, crotch and upper legs were caked in brown poo. I broke down crying, this was much worse than being in nappies. By the time dinner came I had wet again twice and my huge lunch had moved through my digestive system resulting in much more extended area of brown mess surrounding my lower body. Lucy was sat in my highchair looking helpless so I got the enjoyment of sitting in a proper seat. Sitting on such a hard surface however caused a high pressure wave of body fluids straight up my back causing me to cry out in shock. Dinner was a quite affair and soon I was back in the living room with a hugely full belly once again. The itching had now started which I expect was the actually punishment and by the time I was told to go to bed it was quickly becoming unbearable. Lucy was asleep in my crib so I had to stay in her room for the night and although I could not escape the horrible smell and itchiness at least tonight I could move around without being restrained in the crib. Just like my first night sleep took a while to come but when I did wake in the morning it was to a lake of pee surround my fanny and a massive bulge of poop covering my backside. “Morning sweetie” my mum said softly as she stroked my hair and I release it must have been her that had work me up. “A few more hours and then we will get you out of this awful thing. I hope you’ve learned your lesson!” Replying “yes” through the gag just made a gurgling sound but I think she understood. “Now unfortunately Hannah I’ve got some more bad news, we’ve read the detail on punishment card and it says in the morning things can be pooled up so we have to spread it around again” “What!” I stuttered through the gag “Lucy if you argue I will extend your punishment and we both don’t want that so just stay still” She said as she reached down and pulled off my covered exposing my plastic clad body. To be honest I couldn’t have believed I could be more embarrassed than what I had suffered over the past few week but I was very, very wrong. Already lying on my front my mum pushed the bulge of mess which exploded in every direction but she didn’t stop there and continued massaging it over my whole body. I could feel the mess now spread from my back to down my legs and once mum turned me over she continued, now moving the pee and poop all over my front. It was truly disgusting and I could tell even she too wasn’t at all enjoying this. “Right all done, you can come down to breakfast now” I got out of bed slowly and saw my reflection in the mirror. I was a horrific sight, my whole body a patchy shade of yellow and brown. God I can’t wait to be back in nappies I thought to myself. Luckily I managed to cope through breakfast and only had another small wetting before at around midday I was told it was time to get out of the plastic suit. Standing in the bath mum peeled it off me before spraying me down for a good 20 minutes. Another shower later and after nappy rash cream being applied to my whole body I was back into the glorious comfort of the nappies. A day later Lucy was returned from babyhood to level 3 and normality returned to the house. Chapter 15 Summer was now coming to an end and we had both managed to avoid any major punishments. It was a sunny Friday afternoon and I was just lying on the sofa pretty much oblivious to my rather full nappy when mum came and spoke to me. “Hannah, seeing as there is only 1 week or so left of your punishment we’ve decided to send you on a camp so you can socialise a bit.” She said as she removed my dummy so I could reply “Really? So you’re going to take me out of nappies?” I asked “Well no you’ve still got to continue your punishment but don’t worry you’re going to a special camp and everyone is in the same boat.” “Arh, ok… I’m not sure if I…” I replied but mum quickly cut me off “You’ve got no choice Hannah, and you will be picked up tomorrow morning. Lucy will be staying here though.” And with that she reinserted my dummy and left. A hundred emotions where pulsing through my head, it would be nice to get out of the house, but other people would see my nappies, but those people would also be in nappies, it would be so embarrassing but could be fun… The next day I was ready in a clean double nappies, yellow sun dress, mittens and dummy tied in place waiting for a person from the camp to pick me up. When the knock came and the young man entered I couldn’t believe my eyes, it was the attractive 20 something year old who had fitted my crib. Following him out I wished I could say something but he just ushered me into a mini van parked outside, strapping me into an adult sized car seat. I wasn’t alone, four other teenagers were also strapped in around me. Two girls who I guessed were just a little younger than me, a teenage boy maybe around 14 and another boy who was at least my age. They all, like me were clearly in nappies and judging by the smell at least somebody had a messy one. Just before we set off the young man reached from the front, untying my dummy and letting it hang around my neck. “At camp you allowed to speak free as long as you behave” he said winking at me. “I’m Chris by the way and everyone this here is Hannah” he said speaking more loudly to the whole mini-van. “Hi Hannah, I’m Aimee” said the girl closes to me. At the van started to move away they all introduced themselves, the two girls Aimee and Chloe were 15 & 16, I was right about John the younger boy being 14 and oldest boy sitting in the back, Jake was 19. As we journey continued on we all got to know a little more about each other’s story. Chloe’s was so similar to mine it was scary and she too was a level 4 admitting this with the fact that the bad smell was indeed coming from her. John the youngest was only a level 2 but his jeans did nothing to hide the big nappy they contained. Aimee was a level 3 along with Jake although he admitted he had been decreased from a 5 to a 4 and then to a 3 after good behaviour. With Jake being the only one in the group experiencing level 5 we all started asking questions. “What’s it like?” asked John the youngest “Boring mainly. The drugs mean you’re pretty much helpless and I spent most my time sleeping, eating or being changed…” “My parents were threatening me with Level 6 at one point so I just went along with it quietly and luckily they started decreasing my levels.” He added “Level 6?” I asked “I thought there were only 5 levels” Aimee added “Yeah, there is a level 6 its just you can’t start on it, so most people don’t know about it” Jake replied “So what is it? I can’t imagine anything worse than 5?” I said, thinking in my head what it could be… “Well on the face of it it’s not worse, I mean all the baby clothes, dummies, cribs, etc go but instead they give you an injection. This injection makes you lose full control of your bladder and bowels for about a year” he finished with everyone either gasping or staring at him with fear “Oh god, so it means you have to like stay in nappies through school and everything” “Yeah exactly, they only use it when the parents feel the teen need constant correction to keep them on track and they can keep it going until you’re 21” was his reply I swore loudly “Hey, I’ll have none of that Hannah or that dummy will be going back in” came a sharp voice from the front “Sorry” I mumbled back, still thinking over the simple horror of level 6 Chapter 16 Arriving at the camp, we all got out of the mini-van into a wooded area with log cabins dotted throughout the site. We were by no means alone with at least 50 other teenagers from 13 to 19 wandering around, almost all were clearly sporting think nappies. “Everyone report to in the main building” came a voice over a hidden speaker system and we followed the others, moving toward the biggest building. The crowd gathered facing a stage at back of the room with everyone looking around nervously. On the stage had assembled a group of 20-something year olds including Chris our driver. And then walking up from behind the stage appeared an older woman maybe around 40 and the hum of chatter in the room evaporated. “Welcome everyone, I’m Miss Donaldson and the leader of this camp. Now listen carefully as I’m going to go over the important rules of your stay here: 1. Firstly remember you are here to learn and interact but your punishment continues so not everything is designed to be fun 2. Your parents have handed full control of your punishment to me and my staff (waving her hand to the group behind her) 3. Misbehaviour is not tolerated in the slightest and will be punished harshly 4. We have no toilets on the camp except for staff so I’m afraid if your currently level 1 you will now be effectively level 2 and thus be required to use your nappies for everything. 5. You will be grouped randomly and we don’t have girl / boy segregation. That said, any sort of sexual contact will result in the highest form of punishment for those involved So they are the rules and you will do well to remember them. Enjoy your stay.” And with that she left the stage, the staff members then starting calling out names lining us up in groups. Level 4 seemed to be the highest so I guessed they must not let level 5 attend and when my name was called I was surprised to join the group lead by Chris and another slightly younger girl. Once the group had assembled I counted 8 of us in total, four girls including both Aimee & Chloe from the minivan, three boys and another boy probably about 14 who was dressed head to foot as a girl. “Hi Everyone, I’m Chris and this here is Eilidh. We are your camp leaders for the next week. If you’re all on your best behaviour you will have a great time. Now everyone follow us and let’s get you all settled into the cabin.” We all trundled after them, making small talk between ourselves before reaching our cabin. It was a big imposing log cabin surrounded by trees and was one of the furthest away from the main building. Walking through the door revealed a single huge room sporting 8 cribs dotted randomly throughout and a set of changing tables against the far wall. Also against this wall was shelf upon shelf of nappies, changing supplies, clothing and some other strange looking objects I couldn’t quite make out. There were only two internal doors and I guessed these must lead to the rooms for the leaders. “Welcome everyone to your new home, everyone please now pick a crib and stand beside it” They all looked the same so I walked with Chloe and picked the one next to hers, near the centre of the room. Looking around, my crib had three other close neighbours, Chloe, the boy with the dress and a guy who looked about my age. Looking him over, he was definitely also a level 4, the blue dungarees with a large lion emblem on the front gave it away. They were also quite tight as I could clearly make out the outline of the large nappy they were supporting. Our eyes made contact and I could see him looking me up and down. The yellow sun dress, the dummy hanging around my neck, my bulging nappies, my mittens… god I must look awful I thought, turning away suddenly embarrassed. “Scott, my name’s Scott” he said forcing me to turn back around. “Hannah” I replied my face still reddening. “Nice to meet…” but before I could finish I got cut off my Eilidh’s “Quite!” We all turned to face her and Chris who were now standing in front of the changing tables. “Right, first things first, I want you all to introduce yourself. Say your name, age, punishment level and why your received your punishment. Simple enough. Ok… you first.” She said pointing to a boy near the front. “I’m Don, I’m 15 and erm I’m a level 3 for fighting at school” he said slowly looking at the ground Eilidh then pointed to the youngest girl. “I’m Jess, I’m 13 and I was a level 1 but I guess that’s a 2 now and I’m being punished for being nasty to my little sister” It continued through Craig and Lewis who were both 16 and level 3’s for misbehaving at school, Aimee from the bus and then it came to the little boy dressed as a girl. “I’m Sam but my mum now calls me… Samantha, I’m 14 and a level 2… but my mum forced to dress like a girl after I was caught… trying on my sisters panties” His voice was breaking up throughout and I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone more embarrassed. “Hi Samantha” Eilidh replied “and as per your mommies wishes we will all be referring to you as Samantha” she said looking across the room. Me and Chloe managed through our identical introductions before finally we all turned to Scott. “Erm hi I’m Scott, I’m 18 and I’m also a level 4. I’m not really sure why I’m being punished and I think my parents just want to have me as their little boy again.” A short silence followed and I felt bad for Scott, I hated this punishment but at least I had done something bad to deserve it. “Nice to meet you all and I’m sure over the next few days you will all be getting to know each other much better” Chris boomed across the room breaking the silence. “Now most of you have travelled a long way and judging by the smell I think you will all need a change, so can all of strip down to just your nappies. Me and Eilidh will help any of you having trouble or wearing mittens” Me, Chloe and Scott looked at each other knowing that was us. Amazingly no one made a fuss and soon the room broke into noise as people slowly started undoing their clothing. Eilidh went straight to Chloe and Chris to me. “Long time no see” he joked winking to me. “Hold up your arms” and as I did so he lifted my yellow dress straight off revealing my very discoloured nappies. I hadn’t even really realised that they were so wet and messy, I was so use to spending the last 6 weeks with them like that but that didn’t stop me worrying about if I’d get my control back. “Ok lie down for me” Chris said bringing me back to reality and pushing me onto the crib. Squelch. “Urr” I muttered out loud as the large mess forced its way forwards over my virgina and up the back of my nappy. Chris took no notice, gently removing my shoes and pulling down my knee length socks in the process stroking his hands against my legs quite unnecessarily. I was definitely turned on and could feel hotness building under my nappy but all too quickly it was over and he was helping me back to my feet. Looking around everyone was now standing completely naked except for their nappies all of which seemed in desperate need of a change. Chloe’s however stood out as they were almost completely brown and sagging badly. Mine and Scott’s were also clearly very messy and the other boys and Aimee also appears to have a bit of browning at the back. Only the youngest, Jess, and Samantha who without the dress still looked quite girlish were only wet. “Ok everyone before we change you all I want to confirm how the levels work at the camp as to keep things easier we standardise a few things” Eilidh announced. “As Miss Donaldson said we don’t have levels 1’s so Jess your now a level 2 and will be expected to mess your nappy” “You will all be kept in nappies 24/7 and changed 3 times a day, after breakfast, after lunch and before bed. Those of you on lower levels who are use to 4 changes a day will find you’re now in thicker nappies than you’re used to.” “So level 2’s, you will still have control but we will be encouraging regular use through mild diuretics and laxatives. You can wear normal clothing but we will still be putting you into onesies at night” “Level 3’s, you will be receiving pills with your meals which means you will lose your control. You will also be dressed as a toddler. “Level 4’s, you will be treated as babies most of the time and our expected to now crawl whenever indoors. Outdoors you may walk and if you behave we will allow you to only have your dummy in at night. You will be kept in baby clothes 24/7 including mittens and luckily for you, you will be trying an experimental new control loss pill. This pill will, like level 3’s, leave you with completely no control or warning but is also said to increase wetting and messing volume by 150%. For this reason you will be in the newest and highest capacity nappy we’ve designed.” The three of us on level 4 were now being stared at by everyone and I couldn’t blame them. “So Samantha and Jess, seeing as you’re both only wet I want you to try poop before we change you?” They both looked startled by being singled out and asked to do something so embarrassing in front over everyone. “Ermm. Ok.” Samantha said looking shell shocked. All eyes were on them both and I could see their legs buckle a bit as they tried to push out a poop. Samantha succeeded very quickly, rewarded with a short fart and a noticeable expansion of his, or should I say her, nappy. Jess however was seemingly having a much harder time of it. “I’ve never pooped in my nappy before” she said half crying as Eilidh told her to hurry up. “It’s ok Eilidh, I’ve got this” Chris said as he walked over to Jess and lifted her effortlessly. His hand cupped under her nappy and she leant over his chest and shoulder like a small child. Chris then started massaging her stomach and back with his free hand just as I’d seen mum do to Lucy. It didn’t take long and soon we all watched a first wave of poop expanded into Jess’s nappy. Chris didn’t stop there though and bounced her gently spreading the mess and allowing a two more waves of fart accompanied poop to fill the waiting nappy. Three minutes later he lowered her down by the now browning nappy and see quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. “All better” he said giving her a cuddle which she gladly received. “Ok change time! Scott and Chloe you two look like you need to be first.” They were both changed by the two leaders and before long I found myself lying on a changing table with Chris above me. “Looks like we’ve got a very messy baby here” he cooed tickling me. Rip, Rip, Rip Rip, the tapes were now off and he lowered the front of my outer nappy revealing a very wet and browned stained nappy. “I see your parents keep you in double nappies, wise move by the look of it” he joked. Soon the second nappy was untapped and this time you could hardly see my skin for the poop which clung to it. “Pewww!” Was his only comment as the smell hit him but he didn’t hesitate and after 20 of so wipes I felt clean again but also turned on. Maybe I was imagining it but Chris seemed to be taking much longer on me than Scott and had paid very special attention to cleaning my lady regions. Next came baby oil which he spread liberally massaging it into my skin before lifting my bum and sliding under a hugely thick nappy. I must have been at least as thick as my double nappies and was so wide at the crotch that I didn’t think my legs would ever touch again. To finish he powdered me all over and taped up the nappies 4 giant tapes. All done he said lifting me up and onto the floor and told me to remember to crawl indoors. To be honest as I crawled back to my crib I didn’t think walking would even be an option, the thickness made itself constantly known forcing my legs apart comically. Arriving back at my crib I lifted myself up and then looked around at Chloe who was inspecting her equally large nappy. “There so big” she said noticing me watching. “Yeah, and just think, this is them dry!” Scott added from the other side. “They do look cute though” I admitted, admiring the farm yard animals which covered the shell and the cartoon style words reading ‘Teen Baby Ultima – Keeping your teen leak free for up to 18 hours’ We chatted about where we lived while everyone else was changed into new nappies. Once complete Chris and Eilidh moved around handing out clothes and telling them to get dressed. We were last and Eilidh came up to me and without a word pushed me back onto the crib and proceeded to dress me. Two minutes later I was wearing a tight pink and white striped all-in-one which had a frilly skirt attached around the middle. It had feet with a grip surface on the bottom and padded mittens sown into the sleeves making sure my hands remained useless. Both Scott and Chloe were dressed the same way with Scott sporting a pale blue one and Chloe a yellow striped one. “Thanks everyone for being so well behaved and now let’s head of for some dinner.” Chris shouted over the chatter which had built up and we all headed out of the cabin. Once outside I managed to stand up on my second attempt and waddled alongside my level 4 comrades towards the main building. Arriving at the camp, we all got out of the mini-van into a wooded area with log cabins dotted throughout the site. We were by no means alone with at least 50 other teenagers from 13 to 19 wandering around, almost all were clearly sporting think nappies. “Everyone report to in the main building” came a voice over a hidden speaker system and we followed the others, moving toward the biggest building. The crowd gathered facing a stage at back of the room with everyone looking around nervously. On the stage had assembled a group of 20-something year olds including Chris our driver. And then walking up from behind the stage appeared an older woman maybe around 40 and the hum of chatter in the room evaporated. “Welcome everyone, I’m Miss Donaldson and the leader of this camp. Now listen carefully as I’m going to go over the important rules of your stay here: 1. Firstly remember you are here to learn and interact but your punishment continues so not everything is designed to be fun 2. Your parents have handed full control of your punishment to me and my staff (waving her hand to the group behind her) 3. Misbehaviour is not tolerated in the slightest and will be punished harshly 4. We have no toilets on the camp except for staff so I’m afraid if your currently level 1 you will now be effectively level 2 and thus be required to use your nappies for everything. 5. You will be grouped randomly and we don’t have girl / boy segregation. That said, any sort of sexual contact will result in the highest form of punishment for those involved So they are the rules and you will do well to remember them. Enjoy your stay.” And with that she left the stage, the staff members then starting calling out names lining us up in groups. Level 4 seemed to be the highest so I guessed they must not let level 5 attend and when my name was called I was surprised to join the group lead by Chris and another slightly younger girl. Once the group had assembled I counted 8 of us in total, four girls including both Aimee & Chloe from the minivan, three boys and another boy probably about 14 who was dressed head to foot as a girl. “Hi Everyone, I’m Chris and this here is Eilidh. We are your camp leaders for the next week. If you’re all on your best behaviour you will have a great time. Now everyone follow us and let’s get you all settled into the cabin.” We all trundled after them, making small talk between ourselves before reaching our cabin. It was a big imposing log cabin surrounded by trees and was one of the furthest away from the main building. Walking through the door revealed a single huge room sporting 8 cribs dotted randomly throughout and a set of changing tables against the far wall. Also against this wall was shelf upon shelf of nappies, changing supplies, clothing and some other strange looking objects I couldn’t quite make out. There were only two internal doors and I guessed these must lead to the rooms for the leaders. “Welcome everyone to your new home, everyone please now pick a crib and stand beside it” They all looked the same so I walked with Chloe and picked the one next to hers, near the centre of the room. Looking around, my crib had three other close neighbours, Chloe, the boy with the dress and a guy who looked about my age. Looking him over, he was definitely also a level 4, the blue dungarees with a large lion emblem on the front gave it away. They were also quite tight as I could clearly make out the outline of the large nappy they were supporting. Our eyes made contact and I could see him looking me up and down. The yellow sun dress, the dummy hanging around my neck, my bulging nappies, my mittens… god I must look awful I thought, turning away suddenly embarrassed. “Scott, my name’s Scott” he said forcing me to turn back around. “Hannah” I replied my face still reddening. “Nice to meet…” but before I could finish I got cut off my Eilidh’s “Quite!” We all turned to face her and Chris who were now standing in front of the changing tables. “Right, first things first, I want you all to introduce yourself. Say your name, age, punishment level and why your received your punishment. Simple enough. Ok… you first.” She said pointing to a boy near the front. “I’m Don, I’m 15 and erm I’m a level 3 for fighting at school” he said slowly looking at the ground Eilidh then pointed to the youngest girl. “I’m Jess, I’m 13 and I was a level 1 but I guess that’s a 2 now and I’m being punished for being nasty to my little sister” It continued through Craig and Lewis who were both 16 and level 3’s for misbehaving at school, Aimee from the bus and then it came to the little boy dressed as a girl. “I’m Sam but my mum now calls me… Samantha, I’m 14 and a level 2… but my mum forced to dress like a girl after I was caught… trying on my sisters panties” His voice was breaking up throughout and I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone more embarrassed. “Hi Samantha” Eilidh replied “and as per your mommies wishes we will all be referring to you as Samantha” she said looking across the room. Me and Chloe managed through our identical introductions before finally we all turned to Scott. “Erm hi I’m Scott, I’m 18 and I’m also a level 4. I’m not really sure why I’m being punished and I think my parents just want to have me as their little boy again.” A short silence followed and I felt bad for Scott, I hated this punishment but at least I had done something bad to deserve it. “Nice to meet you all and I’m sure over the next few days you will all be getting to know each other much better” Chris boomed across the room breaking the silence. “Now most of you have travelled a long way and judging by the smell I think you will all need a change, so can all of strip down to just your nappies. Me and Eilidh will help any of you having trouble or wearing mittens” Me, Chloe and Scott looked at each other knowing that was us. Amazingly no one made a fuss and soon the room broke into noise as people slowly started undoing their clothing. Eilidh went straight to Chloe and Chris to me. “Long time no see” he joked winking to me. “Hold up your arms” and as I did so he lifted my yellow dress straight off revealing my very discoloured nappies. I hadn’t even really realised that they were so wet and messy, I was so use to spending the last 6 weeks with them like that but that didn’t stop me worrying about if I’d get my control back. “Ok lie down for me” Chris said bringing me back to reality and pushing me onto the crib. Squelch. “Urr” I muttered out loud as the large mess forced its way forwards over my virgina and up the back of my nappy. Chris took no notice, gently removing my shoes and pulling down my knee length socks in the process stroking his hands against my legs quite unnecessarily. I was definitely turned on and could feel hotness building under my nappy but all too quickly it was over and he was helping me back to my feet. Looking around everyone was now standing completely naked except for their nappies all of which seemed in desperate need of a change. Chloe’s however stood out as they were almost completely brown and sagging badly. Mine and Scott’s were also clearly very messy and the other boys and Aimee also appears to have a bit of browning at the back. Only the youngest, Jess, and Samantha who without the dress still looked quite girlish were only wet. “Ok everyone before we change you all I want to confirm how the levels work at the camp as to keep things easier we standardise a few things” Eilidh announced. “As Miss Donaldson said we don’t have levels 1’s so Jess your now a level 2 and will be expected to mess your nappy” “You will all be kept in nappies 24/7 and changed 3 times a day, after breakfast, after lunch and before bed. Those of you on lower levels who are use to 4 changes a day will find you’re now in thicker nappies than you’re used to.” “So level 2’s, you will still have control but we will be encouraging regular use through mild diuretics and laxatives. You can wear normal clothing but we will still be putting you into onesies at night” “Level 3’s, you will be receiving pills with your meals which means you will lose your control. You will also be dressed as a toddler. “Level 4’s, you will be treated as babies most of the time and our expected to now crawl whenever indoors. Outdoors you may walk and if you behave we will allow you to only have your dummy in at night. You will be kept in baby clothes 24/7 including mittens and luckily for you, you will be trying an experimental new control loss pill. This pill will, like level 3’s, leave you with completely no control or warning but is also said to increase wetting and messing volume by 150%. For this reason you will be in the newest and highest capacity nappy we’ve designed.” The three of us on level 4 were now being stared at by everyone and I couldn’t blame them. “So Samantha and Jess, seeing as you’re both only wet I want you to try poop before we change you?” They both looked startled by being singled out and asked to do something so embarrassing in front over everyone. “Ermm. Ok.” Samantha said looking shell shocked. All eyes were on them both and I could see their legs buckle a bit as they tried to push out a poop. Samantha succeeded very quickly, rewarded with a short fart and a noticeable expansion of his, or should I say her, nappy. Jess however was seemingly having a much harder time of it. “I’ve never pooped in my nappy before” she said half crying as Eilidh told her to hurry up. “It’s ok Eilidh, I’ve got this” Chris said as he walked over to Jess and lifted her effortlessly. His hand cupped under her nappy and she leant over his chest and shoulder like a small child. Chris then started massaging her stomach and back with his free hand just as I’d seen mum do to Lucy. It didn’t take long and soon we all watched a first wave of poop expanded into Jess’s nappy. Chris didn’t stop there though and bounced her gently spreading the mess and allowing a two more waves of fart accompanied poop to fill the waiting nappy. Three minutes later he lowered her down by the now browning nappy and see quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. “All better” he said giving her a cuddle which she gladly received. “Ok change time! Scott and Chloe you two look like you need to be first.” They were both changed by the two leaders and before long I found myself lying on a changing table with Chris above me. “Looks like we’ve got a very messy baby here” he cooed tickling me. Rip, Rip, Rip Rip, the tapes were now off and he lowered the front of my outer nappy revealing a very wet and browned stained nappy. “I see your parents keep you in double nappies, wise move by the look of it” he joked. Soon the second nappy was untapped and this time you could hardly see my skin for the poop which clung to it. “Pewww!” Was his only comment as the smell hit him but he didn’t hesitate and after 20 of so wipes I felt clean again but also turned on. Maybe I was imagining it but Chris seemed to be taking much longer on me than Scott and had paid very special attention to cleaning my lady regions. Next came baby oil which he spread liberally massaging it into my skin before lifting my bum and sliding under a hugely thick nappy. I must have been at least as thick as my double nappies and was so wide at the crotch that I didn’t think my legs would ever touch again. To finish he powdered me all over and taped up the nappies 4 giant tapes. All done he said lifting me up and onto the floor and told me to remember to crawl indoors. To be honest as I crawled back to my crib I didn’t think walking would even be an option, the thickness made itself constantly known forcing my legs apart comically. Arriving back at my crib I lifted myself up and then looked around at Chloe who was inspecting her equally large nappy. “There so big” she said noticing me watching. “Yeah, and just think, this is them dry!” Scott added from the other side. “They do look cute though” I admitted, admiring the farm yard animals which covered the shell and the cartoon style words reading ‘Teen Baby Ultima – Keeping your teen leak free for up to 18 hours’ We chatted about where we lived while everyone else was changed into new nappies. Once complete Chris and Eilidh moved around handing out clothes and telling them to get dressed. We were last and Eilidh came up to me and without a word pushed me back onto the crib and proceeded to dress me. Two minutes later I was wearing a tight pink and white striped all-in-one which had a frilly skirt attached around the middle. It had feet with a grip surface on the bottom and padded mittens sown into the sleeves making sure my hands remained useless. Both Scott and Chloe were dressed the same way with Scott sporting a pale blue one and Chloe a yellow striped one. “Thanks everyone for being so well behaved and now let’s head of for some dinner.” Chris shouted over the chatter which had built up and we all headed out of the cabin. Once outside I managed to stand up on my second attempt and waddled alongside my level 4 comrades towards the main building.