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Here is the next installment. I hope this leaves you hanging—evil laugh. Chapter 27 - Outburst As Darlene drove Avery home, she could feel the tension between them. She didn’t like it. She knew she had overstepped her bounds twice during dinner, but she thought she should be given some slack for everything she had done for him. What she has done for him has always been to look out for him. She didn’t understand her own emotions and why she felt the need. It wasn’t just about work telling her to look at him but something deeper. She looked over a couple of times as she drove with him with Avery just looking away from her. She tried to have a conversation a few times, asking him how he liked the restaurant, but he never said a word. He could have at least said thank you for paying for both him and Christy. It wasn’t a cheap dinner. But Avery continued to sit in the passenger seat of Darlene's car; he couldn't help but feel a knot of anger and betrayal in his chest. He was angry at her, and he made it clear by ignoring her. Her actions towards him made him feel how incapable he was of taking care of himself. And to make matters worse, Christy, the girl he had been trying so hard to impress, had witnessed it all. He could feel her judgmental gaze on him as Darlene continued to belittle and infantilize him. The thought of her finding out about his diaper and what had happened at Darlene's house filled him with shame and fear. He didn't want her to see him as anything less than a mature and capable young man, but now he knew that chance was gone. Despite his anger towards Darlene for treating him like a helpless child, there was still a part of him that secretly enjoyed the attention and care she showered on him. It made him feel special and loved in a way he hadn't felt before. Avery resented himself for having those feelings. He wondered if Christy had picked up on any of this or if she just saw him as a pathetic boy unable to take care of himself. The SUV came to a stop at the red light, and Darlene glanced over at Avery in the passenger seat. He was still facing away from her, staring out the window with an angry expression on his face. His shirt was untucked once again, with a new stain near his left pant pocket, where he must have rubbed it in while wiping his hands with his napkin. It was a mixture of the cheese sauce and tiramisu that he had for dessert. Darlene shook her head in frustration, realizing that Avery had no idea how to behave in a nice restaurant like the one they had just left. She turned off the radio, which was playing softly in the background. "Avery, I know you're mad, but avoiding me won't solve anything. I'm sorry for what happened," she said, trying to break the tense silence between them. But Avery remained silent as the light turned green, and Darlene drove towards his apartment complex. As they pulled up to his building, Darlene sighed and spoke again. "I'll see you tomorrow. Hopefully, you can get some rest." But Avery didn't respond. He simply got out of the car and slammed the door before storming off into his apartment without looking back. Darlene felt a surge of anger rises within her, but she took deep breaths to calm herself down. She couldn't stoop to Avery's childish level; someone had to be the mature one in this situation. She waited until Avery disappeared inside before starting the SUV and driving off. She couldn't help but feel frustrated with his behavior. It felt like she was dealing with a sulking child rather than an adult who should know better. Darlene's grip on the steering wheel was so tight that her knuckles turned white. As she drove away from the apartment complex, the memories of Avery's visit to her home swirled in her mind like a never-ending storm cloud. The thought of going back to that empty, lonely space made her stomach churn, and bile rose up in her throat. With a defeated sigh, she pulled into the parking lot of her favorite liquor store, hoping to numb the pain and delay facing her loneliness at home for a little while longer. As she pushed a cart through the aisles, running her fingers over the smooth labels of familiar wines and exploring new ones, Darlene's mind was consumed with negative thoughts. This was usually a calming activity for her, but today, it only served to amplify her feelings of emptiness and despair. She couldn't shake off the feeling that even this simple task would be tainted by her ever-present loneliness. Replying to the events of today, Darlene shook her head softly. From getting written up at work to Avery being angry with her for trying to take care of him, it seemed as though nothing was going right in her life right now. She felt like she deserved a break, a moment of respite from the constant barrage of problems and failures that seemed to follow her wherever she went today. But as she reached for yet another bottle of wine, she knew deep down that this temporary distraction would only lead to more regret and self-loathing later on as she committed herself not to drink herself to sleep tonight. As she picked up a new bottle and read the label, her iPhone rang. She pulled it out of her purse and saw that it was her sister Laurisa calling. "Hey, sis," Darlene answered as she put on her headset. "I wasn't expecting you to call tonight," Darlene continued. "Yeah, I know. But I'm worried about you and Avery. What's going on?" Laurisa asked, sounding concerned. "I'm fine, really. You don't need to worry," Darlene replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "Don't give me that, Darlene. I'm your older sister. I know there's something more going on with this guy from work. You've never been this protective over someone like that before," Laurisa prodded. "I'm just looking out for him like I was instructed to at work," Darlene insisted. "But you called him a boy earlier. He's a young man, Darlene," Laurisa pointed out. "I meant young man. It just slipped out," Darlene clarified defensively. "You may have said 'young man,' but your subconscious definitely said 'boy'. What's really going on? Did something happen when he came over last Thursday?" Laurisa pressed. Darlene hesitated before finally admitting: "No, nothing happened. We just watched a movie." Laurisa could tell there was something more to this than Darlene was leading on. "Hmm, sure, it doesn't seem like anything happened based on how you were acting at dinner tonight. You were practically jumping out of your seat every time he breathed," Laurisa observed. Darlene sighed. "Okay, fine. Maybe I was a little overly concerned for him. It won’t happen anymore. I'm done looking out for him just because work has asked me to." Laurisa could pick up on the emotions that Darlene was feeling. "Just be careful, sis. Your hormones are still all over the place from pumping so much breast milk. You haven't been yourself since the miscarriage," Laurisa warned. "I know, I know. But I'll be fine. Thanks for checking in, Sis," Darlene reassured her. "Alright, just promise me you'll talk to me about it and be careful. I worry about you," Laurisa said with concern. "I will, I promise. Love you, sis," Darlene replied sincerely. "Love you too," Laurisa echoed before they hung up. Darlene made her way to the checkout stand, her mind reeling from the conversation with her sister. She knew she was getting too involved with Avery, and that's why her emotions were all over the place. As she approached the counter with a cart full of wine, she paused and looked at the liquor aisle. It was a cool night, and she couldn't help but think of the times when she and her sisters would sit by the fire and take shots of Goldschlager while talking about their problems with boys or girls, in Laurisa's case. She grabbed a bottle and a shot glass, not sure what she was going to do with it yet. But one thing was for sure: she needed to find a way to clear her head and sort out her feelings before things got too complicated. As Darlene stood at the checkout counter with her cart full of wine, she couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that her emotions were getting the best of her. She knew her sister was right - she had been getting too close to Avery's situation, and it was starting to affect her own mental state. The cashier scanned each bottle of wine with a polite smile, breaking the silence that surrounded Darlene. "Stocking up for a party?" he asked cheerfully. Darlene forced a smile and replied, "Oh, just stocking up for myself. It's been one of those days, you know?" The cashier nodded sympathetically as he continued scanning the bottles. "I hear you. Wine always helps take the edge off." Darlene chuckled softly, grateful for the small moment of understanding from a stranger. "Yeah, that's the plan." As the last bottle was scanned, Darlene reached into her purse, pulled out her wallet, and paid the cashier. With a heavy heart, Darlene left the liquor store, her arms full of wine bottles and a bottle of Goldschlager. While she drove home, she passed by one of her favorite parks - a peaceful oasis in the midst of the bustling city. The park was known for its friendly ducks and geese, as well as the occasional sighting of rabbits and chipmunks. Despite the tempting prospect of a tranquil afternoon at the park, Darlene couldn't shake off the events that had transpired earlier in the day. She quickly decided to pull into the parking lot with a heavy sigh and made her way to a bench by the small man-made lake. The sun was beginning to set, casting a beautiful orange glow over the water. Darlene set down her purchases on the bench and took out a shot glass she had picked up at the store. She poured herself a shot of Goldschlager, relishing in the familiar warmth that spread through her body with each sip. "To the end of a shitty day," she muttered before downing the shot. As she sat there, watching the sunset and sipping on her drink, Darlene couldn't help but reflect on her relationship with Avery. They had gotten into this thing that was going on between them right now over what she did, and now he wasn't speaking to her. It infuriated her not to have control over the situation, especially since she was convinced she could make him see things her way. She could just let it go. She absentmindedly ran her fingers along the rim of the shot glass as she thought about their last encounter - when he had voluntarily breastfed from her. It had been a deeply intimate moment, but now she wondered if it had caused some sort of underlying tension between them. With a heavy heart and another shot finished, Darlene decided to call it a day and headed back home. The sun had disappeared behind the horizon, leaving behind a peaceful stillness in the park's atmosphere - a stark contrast to the turmoil within Darlene's mind. She knew she was in for a long, restless night of no sleep as she got up and headed back to her SUV. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Avery burst through the front door, slamming it shut behind him, not caring about any of the neighboring apartments about the loud noise. Huffing, he kicked off his shoes and tossed his pants onto the floor. As he headed to the bedroom, Avery's hands reached down and pulled apart the Velcro tabs of his crinkled-soaked diaper. The diaper was cold and wet in Avery's grasp, squishing under his fingers as he wadded it up. The tapes were sticky and tough to pull apart, causing him to let out a quiet growl of frustration. As he wadded the diaper up, he sat it down on the kitchen counter, where it lay wet and squishy. Once the diaper was removed, it left a cool, damp spot where the fabric had been pressed against his skin. His face contorted into a grimace as he mumbled to himself, eventually turning away from the counter with a look of disgust. Avery walked over to his dresser, a sense of frustration and anger bubbling within him. He forcefully pulled out a pair of boxer shorts. "I am not a fucking baby," he shouted in his empty apartment, feeling the need to assert himself. He slid on his boxers without wiping himself down, glad to be rid of the diaper and Darlene. He stormed over to the sofa and turned on his PlayStation, loading up one of his favorite games, Ratchet and Clank. He was going to play till his anger went away. With every move of the controller, he felt some of his pent-up emotions release as he took out his aggression on the virtual bad guys. But even amidst the chaos of the game, Avery couldn't ignore the touch of Darlene's hand as she smoothed out his shirt and brushed against his diaper in front of Christy. The image played over and over in his head. Normally, he would have enjoyed this attention alone with her, but right now, he was too worked up to appreciate it. "Fucking take that!" he yelled at the screen as he continued to shoot down enemies in the game, trying to distract himself from the uncomfortable situation in his real life. An hour dragged by, the game's difficulty increasing with each level. Avery's frustration mounted, and his palms grew slick with sweat as he furiously pressed buttons on his controller. But no matter how skilled he was, it seemed like the game was against him. In a burst of anger, he flung the controller across the room, its plastic body colliding with the wall on the other side. "Fucking game cheats," Avery cursed under his breath, his heart racing with adrenaline. Avery's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, each one pulling him in a different direction. He needed to calm down, but he felt like he couldn’t, so he stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the shower. In the midst of his turmoil, he had totally forgotten about his valium which he could have taken when he got home. He dropped his boxers on the bathroom floor and stepped in the shower, letting the hot water cascade over his body. But it wasn't enough to soothe his frustration, and with a helpless cry, he lashed out and punched the shower wall. The heat only seemed to intensify his confusion and anger. Tears streamed down Avery's red and blotchy cheeks, his shoulders shaking with each sob. The once calm bathroom was now a disheveled mess, bits of shampoo and soap bottles scattered on the floor, which he knocked down as he through his fit of rage. Tears continued to well up in Avery's eyes and spilled over as sobs racked his body. He wasn't even sure what he was crying about anymore; his emotions were just too much to handle. For what felt like an eternity, he alternated between crying and hitting the shower wall until exhaustion finally overtook him, and he rested his head against the tile. The shower water felt both hot and cold against his skin, adding to the intensity of his emotions. His knuckles were raw from hitting the hard tile, and his body ached from the physical and emotional strain. Avery's soapy fingers ran through his hair as he tried to relax under the hot water. But then, a loud pounding on his front door shattered his peace. He froze, water still running over his closed eyes and down his chest. He strained to hear the muffled voice outside, but all he could make out was, "Open up!" Panic rising in his chest, Avery shut off the shower and quickly wrapped a towel around his waist. Racing towards the door, he couldn't shake the thought that something terrible must have happened for someone to be banging on his door like this. Was the apartment complex on fire? "Hold on... Let me get dressed," Avery shouted back at the person, hoping they would give him a moment to collect himself before confronting them. But they continued to yell insistently from the other side of the door. "Avery Sage! Open this door now! I know you're in there ignoring me. Open up!" His heart dropped as he recognized the voice to be Darlene's. What was she doing back? He checked the clock and saw that it was only 7:22 p.m., still early in the evening. With a sense of dread, Avery realized he had no choice but to face her before she caused a scene outside of the apartment complex. Hurriedly, he wrapped a tan towel around his waist and went to open the front door. “Finally,” Darlene said as she pushed past him as soapy water was dripping down his face and body with his half-wet towel wrapped around his waist. “I have been knocking for over 10 minutes.” “I couldn’t hear you,” Avery said, closing the door. This was the first time Darlene had set foot in his small one-bedroom apartment. “Obviously, I was in the shower.” Avery’s tone was sarcastic and not at all inviting. “I am sorry for getting you out of the shower. I didn’t know. I guess I am going to be apologizing a lot this evening.” Darlene said in a remorseful tone. Darlene's eyes swept over the small living room, taking in its sparse and humble furnishings. The sofa was faded and sagging, with worn spots on the armrests where people had rested their arms for years with mismatched pillows on it and a blanket draped halfway on it. The coffee table was scratched and marked with various rings from cups and plates. The old TV stand looked precarious, almost comical in its attempt to support the flat-screen TV as it was on two cinder blocks with a board across them. It was clear that this was not a well-furnished apartment. A controller by the wall near the door is lying upside down. “I came by because I don’t want to end the night like this. I wanted to talk about everything that has happened between us.” Darlene’s voice was concerned as she could tell Avery didn’t look right. His body was shaking, and it wasn’t just from getting out of the shower. “Nothing has happened; I don’t know what you're talking about.” Avery started to turn around and walk away. “Just forget everything and leave me be.” “See, you are doing it again. You’re trying to ignore me when I try to talk to you.” Darlene’s voice rose. “I am concerned about you, and I am trying to talk to you like grown-ups.” Avery just continued to walk towards his bedroom, and Darlene took a few more steps into the apartment, between the living room and kitchen. She could see the top of the kitchen counter had a wadded-up dirty diaper lying disgustingly on it. She rolled her eyes and then shouted. “STOP RIGHT THERE AND TURN AROUND. WE ARE GOING TO TALK!” Avery’s emotions kicked back in, and he turned around and stopped his feet on the ground a few times like a toddler would when they were having a tantrum. “I DON'T HAVE TO TALK TO YOU. I AM NOT GOING TO TALK TO YOU. I DON’T WANT TO TALK TO YOU. I WANT YOU TO GO AWAY FOREVER! YOU ARE NOT MY MOM!” He said the words so quickly and didn’t even realize what he said. His attitude took Darlene aback. She wasn’t sure what she should do. He was being unreasonable. There was a half-empty Sprite can on the coffee table, which Avery was standing next to in a towel. In anger at Darlene, Avery reached down, picked it up, and threw it at her. The soda can hit Darlene square in the chest, and some spilled down her blouse. As she was in total shock at what happened, Avery immediately turned and ran and slammed the bedroom door shut. She could hear him locking it and crying loudly. “GET OUT OF HERE. I DON'T WANT YOU HERE. YOU WILL JUST END UP LEAVING ME LIKE THEY ALL DO. I HATE YOU FOR IT!” Through sobs and shaking, his voice echoed through the closed door. "Everyone hates me! Everyone leaves me!" And Darlene knew then that his outburst wasn't just directed at her but at everyone who had ever abandoned him. She could hear him crying loudly, feeling helpless and alone on the other side of that locked door. “Everyone hates me. Everyone leaves me!” Avery screamed as his whole body was shaking, and he fell to the floor, pulling his knees up close to his chest and rocking back and forth. Darlene walked over to the bedroom door and tried to open it, but it confirmed what she already knew: It was locked. “Come on, Avery, let me in. I am not here to fight,” she said in a soft voice, but it was met with a loud thud against the door as he threw something at it. “GO AWAY. I HATE YOU! I HATE ALL OF YOU!” Avery screamed at her. “Fine, I am leaving, Avery.” She sighed and started to walk away, but just before she got to the front door to leave, she stopped and looked back at the locked door as she rested her hand on the doorknob to leave the apartment.

Chapter Thirty Seven Amanda woke at 5:30, reaching out to smack her alarm the moment it went off. It hadn’t woken up her son at any point before, but somehow it being extra early made it seem even worse if he was woken up by it. Getting out of bed and getting dressed was a quiet and slow affair. Considering herself a morning person was one thing. Getting up early enough to meet Mr Frank was another thing entirely. In fact, she was convinced that he was one of those old men that wakes up at 4am somehow magically having a coffee cup in his hand and talking, at length, about the weather. He then took a nap shortly after noon, and then woke up with coffee in his hands and staring at every meteorological chart he could find. Mr Frank was a retired weatherman, and apparently his sleep schedule reflected that. So with a deep sigh, she shuffled to the coffee maker and got a pot going, making sure to fill it all the way so that she could top off his thermos when he came by. Stopping to splash a bit of cold water from the sink in her face, she got a big glass of ice water to sip on while she waited for the coffee. Of course Xerxes knows the routine and was already waiting by the door to be let out. Fixing a cup of coffee, she barely had the back door open before Xerxes was out of it, whining. Pausing only to turn the porch light on, Amanda stepped into her garden boots and walked over to the gate facing the driveway. As she got closer, a whining Xerxes was standing there trotting in place doing his own version of the potty dance. Opening the gate for him, she instructed “Go find your perfect potty spot.” And he was gone into the field between the driveway and the woods, smelling around and looking for the exact spot he wanted to relieve himself this morning. Silly dog. Amanda took a moment to stretch a bit and mentally wake up enough to finish harvesting the last of what she needed to have ready in a couple of hours. She got a bucket and a foam kneeling board and got to it. It seemed a bit more boring without her gardening little to entertain her, and Xerxes laid down in the walkway to watch her. But she got the rest of it done in time just like always. By 7am all of the buckets were lined up by the fence, and the milk crates of jars were on the porch. When she heard the sound of tires on gravel, she walked to the gate to see a well kept older truck coming down the driveway. Behind the wheel there was an older gentleman with salt and pepper hair, and in the passenger seat there was a large Brown Shepard dog with its head out the window. As the truck pulled up close to the fence, she watched him lean and open the passenger and could head “Go on” before watching Victor jump out of the truck and run over. She got to pet the large dog for about five seconds before Xerxes ran up to him. As dogs do, they spent a moment smelling each other, and then ran off into the field to sprint back and forth, occasionally barking at Steve the squirrel. Every so often they would see a bird to go bark at. As the two dogs ran off, Mr Frank walked up and held out his hand. “Good morning Miss Taylor.” “Mister Tempes, we have been doing this for two and a half years. And every time I tell you to call me Amanda.” He laughed “And every time I tell you that I will call you by your last name when I greet you.” They shared a chuckle for a moment before he spoke first. “Amanda, you look pretty happy this morning. What’s going on these days?” Now she couldn’t help but smile “Well Frank, last week I found a little and it’s been a pretty amazing experience.” While they loaded buckets and plastic crates into the back of the truck together, and she filled his thermos as a courtesy, Amanda recalled her experience with finding John, and everything they had been through together. By the time they were done loading everything, Mr Frank nodded “Huh. Go figure that there would be a rift up the way. I’m glad that you were there for him. Sounds like I’d like to meet him some time!” She waited patiently as Mr Frank went to the glove box of his truck and came back with an envelope. “Here’s your half from the last two weeks. You know all your tomatoes, pickles, and peppers will be gone by noon, right?” That made her smile “I’m glad that people enjoy them. That makes this a hobby that pays for itself, plus enough to pay the utilities.” With a nod Mr Frank advised her “We have about a month and a half left of prime growing season. This weather today is going to be the best we’ll see for a while though. Cold front coming through is going to stay for a week, so if you plan to open all your windows and let the breeze through, do it today.” Laughing now, Amanda admitted “I guess I’ll need to make sure John is wearing long pants and a shirt when he goes outside next week. Getting him to wear shoes is harder than I want to admit, though. Speaking of, it’s almost time to wake him up.” Holding out his hand to shake her own, Mr Frank said “I have to go get the stall set up anyway.” Taking his hand with a laugh, she admitted “There’s no way I’d go back to doing all of that and selling to so many people.” As he corralled Victor back into the truck he mentioned “But you know that’s how we met and made out arrangement, so it worked out well in the end. As Mr Frank was getting back into his truck, she looked through the window and mentioned “Oh, and my son loves animals, so you have to bring Victor back some time. The thought of him seeing a dog bigger than Xerxes is pretty amusing.” As she watched Me Frank head back down the driveway, she stopped to think out loud “I should ask him for advice about adding a green house when I expand the fence. With that, she turned and closed the gate behind her on the way into the house. Stopping in the doorway to her sons room to yawn, she caught sight of him through the mesh wall. Bottom up on the pillow like usual. It was always adorable to see. Not bothering to lower the side this morning, she reached up and popped the middle open, Pausing to check his diaper, the found it to be well used. So without waking him up she shuffled him gently over to the changing table. He just laid there completely limp as she set about changing his diaper. She had to be a quick when his little friend started to stir in his sleep, but she had him in a clean diaper in a minute and back up onto her shoulder. Whispering, she asked “Hey baby, you awake?” The response she got back was just him groaning and somehow she could almost make out the word ‘sleep’ “You know what. I agree.” So with that she went to the living room, paused to open one of the windows with her free hand, and made her way to the couch. Laying back down on the couch and getting the blanket over the two of them with one hand was interesting to say the least. As last she was laying down on the couch with her sleeping little on her chest and belly with a blanket over the two of them. She laid there idly stroking his hair as he slipped back off to dream land. Closing her eyes for a quick nap, she decided that just this once him getting a little extra sleep time in the morning was a nice trade off for extra cuddles. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ John woke up and stretched his arms and legs out in all directions before flopping back onto his pillow. His pillow was particularly warm this morning. And soft. Moving his head side to side, he opened his eyes to realize what he was using as a pillow. Realizing what it was didn’t stop him from flopping his head back onto the breast. But it did make it feel a bit awkward to doze back off. Hearing her heart beat against his right ear helped a lot as he drifted back off for a bit, barely registering that with a large arm over him he couldn’t have slid off or wormed his way out of her snuggle even if he had wanted to. But he did fall asleep to a dream about drinking milk in bed. Which was a bit weird, even for him.

Sam's in trouble but there's still n escpe room to finish. Can she and her friends figure out the puzzles or will they have to tap out? --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 50+ stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and eveything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- “Sam?” Nina hurried back across the room and knelt down in front of Sam with concern etched across her face, “What’s wrong?” “I’m…” Sam started. She had no idea how to tell her friend she was actively pooping herself. She had thought being found in the messy diaper the previous day was as bad as things could get but she had been very wrong. This was much worse. Sam’s body answered for her. She felt a cramp building through her bowels and she knew there was only one way to relieve it. With Nina hands on her shoulders Sam lowered herself into a squat. Before she had even reached her lowest point the rest of the first turd that had been poking out of her emerged and dropped into the padding, she exhaled softly as her butthole closed but there was more to come. She could only imagine how she looked, squatting in front of the others like this. “Oh… god…” Chrissy was muttering but in the now mostly quiet room her voice carried to every corner. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” Sam cried as tears ran down her cheeks. She was still fighting the rest of the waste that felt like it was piling up at her backdoor. A useless battle that she would inevitably lose. “Shush, it’s OK.” Nina said quietly, “Sam, look at me. It’s OK.” Sam looked up at Nina but it felt like the hardest thing she had ever done. She felt so ashamed. A second later her resistance gave up. Her eyes closed and she held her breath. Just as her tummy muscles tensed and pushed she felt Nina’s arms wrap her in a tight hug that she didn’t let go. Sam could hear Nina whispering to her as a sticky mass spread over the back of her diaper. “It’s OK.” Nina kept repeating, “I’m right here. You’re going to be alright.” Sam grunted. Her hands balled up into fists and she separated her legs a little more. There was a rush of hot sticky poop that pushed out the back and bottom of her diaper. She let out a breathy exhale as she stopped pushing. The heavy disposable felt like it might now be sticking out under her skirt. “That’s it.” Nina continued to quietly whisper, “Everything is going to be fine.” Sam covered her face with her hands and could feel the wetness of her tears on her cheeks. As soon as she had finished pushing she relaxed her bladder and soaked the front. At this point she felt out of breath and leaned forward into the cuddle which felt like the only thing keeping her from losing her mind. “Is everything OK in there?” A female voice came through the speakers. Clearly an employee of Midforest. “Erm…” Chrissy hesitated to say anything. Sam was still wrapped in a hug with Nina. She could smell herself and was shocked that her crush wasn’t gagging and running away. Sam’s tears had calmed down and one of Nina’s hands was up and stroking the back of her head. “I’ll tell them to unlock the door.” Amy said as she started towards the intercom. “W-Wait!” Sam suddenly blurted out. Everyone stopped and looked at Sam. She finally untangled herself from Nina and stood up slowly. She winced as she felt her heavy load rubbing against her skin and pulling her diaper lower. She swallowed nervously, she could see her friends looking at her with concern and not a little disgust. Bearing in mind what she had just done right in front of them she could hardly blame them. “If… If you can put up with the smell we… we could continue.” Sam hesitantly suggested. She was surprising herself in some ways. “Are you sure?” Nina asked with concern, “I’m sure no one will blame you for ending it.” “I don’t want to ruin it for everyone.” Sam said, “If you guys want to keep going then we can keep going.” Sam saw Amy and Chrissy look at each other. The smell was clearly spreading. She wondered if they both wanted to leave but neither had the heart to say so. Eventually Chrissy shrugged and Amy walked over to the microphone and pressed the button. “Erm… We’re fine. Thanks.” Amy said. “You really don’t have to stay in here doing this.” Nina said quietly to Sam, “I’m sure we’d all be happy to leave if it would make you more comfortable.” “I’ll be OK.” Sam replied in a slightly choked voice, “We must nearly be done, right?” Nina smiled and gave her a little nod. Sam stood still as her taller friend leaned forwards and gave her a small kiss on the forehead, for just a brief second Sam forgot all about her predicament. “Alright, well…” Chrissy was still looking like she would’ve rather left the room but didn’t want to be the one to say it, “We need to go through this little vent still.” “I’ll do it.” Sam said. “Are you sure?” Amy asked. “Guys, please…” Sam said as she waddled into the middle of the room, “If we’re going to carry on can we just try to pretend everything is normal?” Sam saw her friends nod but she understood how impossible what she was asking of them was. She couldn’t realistically hope that they wouldn’t act differently towards her after she had just filled her pants. She grimaced a little as she went across to the vent, the diaper’s contents shifted with each step and she wondered if the bottom of her disposable was peeking underneath her skirt. It certainly felt heavy enough to be poking out. Chrissy had already unscrewed the vent covering. It was a short tunnel but it would clearly be easier for Sam to traverse than the others, even so, she would have to get on her hands and knees. As she looked at the small hole she thought about how well she was taking everything. Before the week had started she had always thought she would throw herself off a building if she did anything so childish and humiliating. Now she had lived through her worst nightmare multiple times and yet not only had she not died from embarrassment but she was carrying on almost like everything was normal. She didn’t know how things had changed so much. “Alright, so I think there’s a button or something on the other side.” Amy said. Sam saw she was very pointedly breathing through her mouth. Sam dropped to her hands and knees. She heard gasps behind her and cringed, no doubt her friends could see her diaper under her skirt but she hadn’t thought that the damage she had done would be clearly visible. She could practically feel their eyes burning a hole into her bulging and stinky behind. Her automatic reaction was to freeze up but after a few seconds she decided the only way through it was forwards. With slightly awkward movements Sam crawled forwards. She quickly found that crawling in a messy diaper was even worse than walking in one, the poop rubbed against her and spread even more. Crawling in a diaper she had just filled as her friends watched her, it was easily the most like a babyish she had ever felt. She found that she wasn’t nearly as upset about it as she would’ve thought and wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or not. It only took a few seconds for Sam to scamper through but once she was on the other side of the door she breathed a sigh of relief. It felt good to be out of view for a second. She leaned back against the wall and as she looked around she noticed a blinking light in the corner, of course she wasn’t alone and Sam started wondering just how much the people on the other end of the camera had seen. “Sam?” Nina’s voice called through the tunnel, “Can you see a button or anything?” “Hold on, I’m just looking.” Sam shouted back. The room on the other side of the door was very small, barely bigger than a closet. It was dark with a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. It was so dark that basically every bit of the walls just a few feet down from the light were completely hidden. There was indeed a button next to the door, in fact there were half a dozen and each was a different colour. Sam could just about reach them when she stood on tiptoes. As she looked at the buttons she started to smell herself, the small unventilated space quickly being made toxic by her underwear. “Erm, there’s a bunch of buttons.” Sam shouted through the vent, “Six of them.” “Damn it.” Chrissy exclaimed in frustration. Patience never was her strong suit. “They’re different colours.” Sam continued, “Red, blue, green, purple, yellow and orange.” “Well there must be a clue in here somewhere…” Amy said thoughtfully, “Give us a minute, Sam.” Sam leaned against the wall with her upper back taking special care to keep her diaper area away from anything solid. As she listened to her friends searching the main room for clues she wondered about how things would change. Once they all left Midforest would they all respect her after everything they had seen her do? Could she just go back to “normal?” Did she even want to? The strange fact of the situation was that Sam, after all of the accidents she had suffered through had rarely felt as at peace with the world as she did right then. Her walls had fallen and she didn’t feel the desperate need to prove anything to anyone for the first time in her memory. She’d always thought being exposed, being shown up in any way as anything less than a totally mature adult, would be the end of her but it had happened, repeatedly, and she was still OK. If anything she was happier than ever before just to not be constantly on guard, it had allowed her to get closer to Nina so it couldn’t be all bad. “Alright Sam, we have an idea.” Amy yelled, “Try…” A sequence of buttons was read out and Sam dutifully pressed each one. Everyone watched the door expecting it to slide open but it didn’t. Instead, a new button lit up, one shining a bright white light from it. It was above the other ones and obscured by the darkness which was why Sam had missed it before. “Nothing?” Chrissy asked. “There’s a new button.” Sam said as she stretched and stood on tip-toes. It was just out of reach, “I can’t reach it.” “Hold on, I’m coming through.” Nina said. “No, I’m OK.” Sam replied, “I can do it.” Sam stretched as much as she could. She heard her diaper crinkle as she reached up and was just about able to touch the bottom of the panel that this new button was on. She gritted her teeth and stretched a little more. With her other hand she leant against the door. Finally, with one big effort she jumped and smacked the button with her hand. A lot of things then happened very quickly. Sam was essentially a passenger to events as time seemed to slow down to give her just enough time to realise everything that was happening. Firstly, it turned out that the laws of physics still applied and as she hit the button she was pushed backwards, it was only a slight movement but when she was already so off-balance it was all that was needed. She started to topple over backwards as the door she hand been resting her hand on quickly slid open. Sam’s eyes flew wide as she stumbled and was twisted around. She saw her three friends standing at the doorway and looking through to her, she reached out her two little arms but it was all for nothing. She started falling backwards. It seemed like it took an age for her to hit the floor but she landed in a sitting position with her heavily soiled diaper the only thing cushioning the drop. It felt like an explosion. The poop had piled into a lump since it had been deposited in the diaper but now it was rapidly flattened between the floor and Sam’s butt. The sticky mush shot in every direction. Sam could immediately feel the hot excrement heading up her lower back and around the front until it seemed liked she was entirely coated. For a horrifying minute she thought the diaper had burst or leaked but it seemed like the disposable still managed to hold. “Ugh…” Was all Sam could say. “Are you OK?” Nina asked quickly as she rushed forwards. She seemed to hit an invisible wall as the smell escaped the confined space. “Y-Yeah… I’m OK.” Sam said as she gingerly stood up. Sam was fine physically but that didn’t change the fact that her whole diaper area was now covered in her waste. She gingerly walked out of the small room and back into the properly lit main area, she saw Chrissy step back to give her a wide berth. Nina and Chrissy were looking down at Sam with concern and barely disguised disgust respectively. “Ah ha!” Amy suddenly exclaimed. Everyone jumped at the sudden noise. Thankfully Sam stayed on her feet this time and turned around to see Amy pointing at the back wall of the tiny area. With the light of the main room now flooding in they could all see a grid of numbers that had been previously hidden by the darkness. “The code must be in here somewhere.” Amy said as she brought a finger up to her mouth in thought. “Well can you find it quickly?” Chrissy asked. Her nose was wrinkled up. “Chrissy…” Nina hissed, “Can you show a little compassion?” “I’m sorry.” Chrissy replied, “I really am, but it smells so bad in here.” “Sorry.” Sam said quietly. “It’s alright.” Nina put a hand on Sam’s shoulder, “Nobody blames you.” When Sam looked up she saw Chrissy open her mouth like she was about to disagree with Nina but then turned it into a big yawn at the last moment. She flashed Sam a quick smile before retreating to the furthest wall. Nina crouched down. “Don’t worry about her.” Nina said quietly, “No one’s angry or upset. It’s just…” “It stinks.” Sam replied, “Believe me I’m aware of that. Let’s just let Amy finish the puzzle and we can get out of here… Thank you.” “Why are you thanking me?” Nina asked. “Because… This would all be a lot worse without you here.” Sam replied honestly, “You’re the only thing keeping me together.” “Then I’m glad to be here.” Nina smiled widely. Sam was blushing as Nina stood up and they all looked at Amy who was still looking at the numbers and thinking. There was very little the rest of them could do as Amy had very much taken over. They were standing round for five minutes in near silence before Amy finally let out a squeal. She spun around and practically ran across to the main computer. She pressed four buttons and then a victory fanfare played. The countdown above the door cleared and was replaced by a large “Congratulations!” before the door clicked and swung open. Chrissy was the first to hurry out followed by Amy and Nina with Sam bringing up the rear. It turned out that the four girls were the last to complete their room. As they walked out they saw the other groups happily chatting about the fun they had. There were a few Midforest employees talking with people as well, Sam didn’t spend too long looking at them and kept her head tilted down at the floor. --- If you want to find out what happens next you can do so RIGHT NOW at either of the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lplyymi677/chapter/46b25983-dac6-4652-a6e5-79fcde39757b https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1253965

You mean like you are doing all the talking when somebody has a different opinion than you. FTR- we don't know if she is wearing diapers (I don't see it). We do know that Greta is very serious about climate change and started at a relatively young age. It's just my opinion, but I think getting all twisted and horrible over somebody who expressing concern for climate change is pretty stupid. The reality is, whether you're willing to admit it, is that we aren't doing enough to combat climate change. It's manmade, even if that fact upsets people.

For somebody who people accuse of being an attention whore- she is does a great job getting their panties in twist. People making those type of disgusting comments should be embarrassed for yourself. I don't think there is anything diaper-related to in the picture, and it's become an outlet for people to behave like immature kids who need a time-out.

There's nothing wrong with debating whether her form of activism is helpful to her cause, but comments like this are simply disgusting and unnecessary. --- As a side note, attacking climate activists for supposed hypocrisy is ridiculous. People do what they have to do to get by. Even if she needed to wear disposable diapers that isn't the mark against her that people think it is. Global Warming is a systematic, global problem, almost 100 percent driven by corporations. One person wearing a disposable diaper isn't the problem. The issue is the lack of laws and regulations that allow corporations to run wild in polluting the planet without having to face any consequences. One of the biggest lies driven about climate issues is the way in which corporations try to shift the blame from themselves to individuals, who often have little say in the products that they need to use to get through their lives.

hello all, im new here, but i wanted to try and maybe... reach out for some encouragement? ive wanted to be diaper dependent for well over a decade, but bad experience after bad experience had left me with a severe distaste for them for a period of years, being disgusted at my own desires. its honestly only been in the last year that ive begun REALLY coming to terms with what i want, and that its genuinely okay to want in the first place. when i had my bottom surgery back in 2017, i was unfortunately one of the cases where the surgeon fucked up real bad, and among other lingering effects, i have always struggled with leaking a little bit when i do things like excersize rigorously, laugh too hard, or do things of the sort, so my brain is already aware that this would be a "good thing for me anyways" the setup so far is that ive tried to be 24/7 once or twice in that year, and each time felt like home, but for some reason or another that i cant remember, i kept falling off. this time though, im determined...DETERMINED, to make it happen. i have ordered my first full case of megamax's, and set it up to autosend to me, so that i dont even have to think about not using them because theyre coming anyways. i have lots of supportive friends, and a close one who is acting as my primary "coach" or biggest confidant and encourager. so i wanted to ask, if you have any tips for a newbie, what would you suggest? and any kind of positive reinforcement is really appreciated

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I couldn't find the T&C anywhere on the site and it will always discount the cheaper case. No big deal if you select 2 diaper cases where the difference is a couple bucks but it was a huge amount when I tried to add some boosters to my order. Only reason I noticed it was me being anal about it.

Yah you gotta remember that the seller is going to do what they can to make money. With a bogo you gotta pay attention. Its also how the computer systems are set up to work it out, they discount the lowist priced item, no concern with what it is. A lot of the electronic transactions there is no person that looks at it, no one that can question it. Just a computer that looks at numbers and thats it. WHen your in person, the clerk can plug it in and make it work right. The computer does not care, it only looks at the numbers. Thus you kinda need to be carefull about how you order stuff online.

The "no personal ads" rule is for people trying to look for a partner in this forum. Feel free to post a link to the app. In fact, PLEASE post a link to the app, it looks very cute!

Do I need to keep talking just so you don't feel like you've won? The people I have called out are still horrible and I still can't understand this idea of why anyone who speaks out needs to be perfect or their argument is invalid.

Dave has it exactly right. I do a lot of business with Bambino, and have learned how to use ACCOUNT to avoid dealing with Shop. Roughly a third of the time, the discount fails to come up, so I cancel the order and start from scratch. Works every time. Now, I wish I knew how to use the coded coupons they send me with each order, and the points that I've been accumulating over time. Like every other company out there, Bambino assumes a level of tech awareness on the part of its customers that I cannot meet.

Yeah, the way to do that is order two cases of diapers, get the discount, then check out and finalize the order. THEN go back in, and order 1 case of boosters, (or two cases of boosters, to get a discount..) as a separate order.

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Pre-toilet training toddlers are the golden age. You can move, you can talk, nobody expects anything out of you. It's all downhill once you start toilet training and have to got school, and work, and whatever...

Hey everyone! Blasted small emergencies and last-minute events I couldn’t get out of cropped up and delayed me releasing this chapter last night. I’m hoping things will be a little more settled and I can just start popping these off daily, as it actually is pretty fun to write. As a reminder, I’m now polling between two stories to figure out what I should write next. The two choices are listed out in chapter 2, so be sure to check them out and let me know. As I will announce my winner in my last chapter, that would be the deadline for you to make your opinion known. As usual, I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter! Chapter 3: Smash and Spank and a Surprise My best laid plans actually succeeded for once in this dimension, and in no time flat, everyone at the foster home was informed that I was going to be leaving to live with Nancy by the end of the week. Mrs. Tatum and the Littles were of course devastated, and while I wanted to tell them the truth about why, Kathy’s looming presence deterred me significantly. Unfortunately, Kathy only doubled down on her efforts to humiliate me in my time left, and I almost wet my training panties one day after she held me back from using the potty to finish coloring her a picture. In the end though, Nancy swung by the next day and rescued me back to her own home. Like so many others around here, the home was massive by my standards but according to Nancy, it was just a ‘decently sized place.’ She could have afforded something larger, but she preferred to use her money wisely and she said she didn’t need much. She hinted at that possibly changing, but I was so enamored with my new room free from Kathy that I didn’t really pay that much attention to what she was saying in that particular instance. So, the next week rolled on and I was enrolled in the local daycare for when Nancy was at work. It was actually a pretty interesting place at first and I had been assigned to the Canopy room while I was staying there. To me, it felt like some novelty party room themed to the jungle or the tops of trees, but it was at least pleasant enough to get me through the day. To my chagrin, it meant that I was placed with some already regressed Littles though, but I soon found the book nook in the room and was happy to just sit back and do some reading. Back at home though, things were even better. Living with Nancy, despite the fact that we were a Little and Big living together, she almost went out of her way to accommodate me almost like I was just her roommate. I guess I essentially was, but both of us always kept in mind that sort of boundary ceased to exist beyond the four walls and when the new LPS agent came to inspect the house at the start of my second week here. “Okay, let’s see… training panties, child-proof locks and safety covers over outlets, no choking hazards, nothing sharp or toxic if ingested…” Nancy was running down the list of things she knew the agent was going to check for and that could be a problem that would result in her paying a fine most likely and me being sent back to the foster home. I still wasn’t a big fan of wearing training panties still, but Nancy had demonstrated two things to me since I had arrived here that made me at least tolerate them better than I had before. First, normal underwear my size was rare and half the pairs we found, we discovered actually had regression properties of some kind laced within the fabric, so the risk was just too great to chance it. Second, and more important though, due to the society’s notorious traps for regressing Littles and laws stipulating wet pants without protection could lead to severe punishment, training panties at least offered somewhat of an out… just in case. So, wanting to contribute a little today, I did my own part and made sure that I was in a calm state of mind to answer the questions I knew were coming from the LPS agent. I had even tidied up my room and ensured with Nancy that my sheets reflected a more juvenile style than I might have been used to. We had selected them together, and despite the fact that princess motifs on the bedspread weren’t ideal, I knew it could be much worse. Then, Nancy and I froze as we heard the doorbell ring. Nancy breathed in and exhaled loudly. “Okay, Emily. Just take one step at a time and don’t panic. Just as we rehearsed, okay?” I nodded silently and braced for the agent’s entrance myself. Nancy and I had been worried about our little balancing scheme between me keeping my freedom within the house and being a Little outside of it. Today, those two worlds would be colliding, but I knew that if we were able to pass this inspection, things would be much smoother in the future. Nancy then opened the door with all her might and sported a wide, friendly smile. “Hello there! Come on in!” The monochromatically dressed agent walked in and her eyes immediately began to dart around the room. She then pulled out her badge and flipped it open so we could see the shiny ID and metal badge within. “Agent Vanessa Dawson. LPS. I’m here to conduct a Little and caregiver inspection today. Do you consent to my search of your house?” I swear she must have had Botox or something because her whole face, beyond her mouth hadn’t moved so much as an inch in that entire time she was talking. Nancy, likely sensing the seriousness of the new agent, nodded resolutely. “I consent.” The agent nodded back herself and popped open her tablet to a page where Nancy would need to sign. After she did, it was then my turn and I handed the heavy tablet back to Agent Dawson with Nancy’s help once I scrawled my own signature at the bottom of the form. Agent Dawson reviewed the file and looked over it carefully before moving her screen to a different page. She then stared back up with her still undiscerning face. “Now that’s all settled, I will begin my investigation. You may join me if you wish, but absolutely no talking when we first enter a room. You may once I give you the signal to do so.” She then looked directly at me. “That goes for you too. So, do you both understand?” We both nodded and while Nancy went off with her during the inspection, I elected to stay downstairs and read a few books Nancy had purchased for me. A lot of them were above the usual Little’s reading level, but we had hidden those away for today. Instead, I perused through a few of the others directed more towards Big children. Simple still, but there was at least more than a single basic sentence on each page. I soon became engrossed in the book of the tiny beaver, but not thirty minutes later, Nancy and Agent Dawson returned from the inspection upstairs. “Oh yes, we have a nighttime routine,” Nancy continued. “Most of the times it’s the usual fair, but I’ve also included reading to her at night as well.” Both then noticed me with the open book in my lap. “As you can see, she’s quite the reader.” “I see… very interesting…” was about all Agent Dawson said then or any of the other times I overheard her respond to something that Nancy had just said. I could feel the desperation practically ooze off Nancy that all this would go well and a search of Agent Dawson’s facial features to confirm that. To her growing annoyance though, I could tell she saw that the agent wasn’t going to break for her today. The two walked around a little more and Agent Dawson even made some embarrassing comments about the potty chair that Nancy had set up for me in the downstairs bathroom. It was purple and decorated with fairies, but I honestly didn’t mind this one. I suppose it might have had something to do with the fact that I had few other options around here or wasn’t forced to use it like with Kathy, but it was more likely the fact that I could actually sit on it without help as compared to a normal-sized Big toilet, and that Nancy wouldn’t watch me like Kathy had started to do in the end. The two kept talking, but finally came back into the room where both then looked at me. Agent Dawson spoke first. “Emily. I need to ask you some questions and then I should be on my way, okay?” “It will be okay, Emily,” Nancy reassured me. So, feeling the tiny confidence that Nancy had instilled in me, I nodded. Agent Dawson then smiled and sat in front of me, and Nancy went outside to wait on the back porch as per protocol. “Now then…” Agent Dawson reviewed her notes a little more. “Let’s just get to these. No pressure whatever your answer, but just tell me the truth, understand?” I nodded. “Good. First, are you fed enough here?” The question was straight forward, but I had to think about it for a moment. “Uh, I think so. Definitely more than I was at the foster home though.” Agent Dawson and scribbled out some notes. “Are you satisfied in your current living situation?” The question was a little harder, but I also knew what I should say, or at least not say. Any hesitation or bumbling around my answer could be viewed as either me lying to her or trying to cover up something else more nefarious. So, I answered about as quickly as my mind could register the question. “Yes. It’s very nice here compared to the foster home.” Again, Agent Dawson nodded and took some more notes. “Are you abused?” I knew this question was coming and I found out later was the main reason that the Little and potential caregiver had to be separated during the questionnaire portion of the inspection. Knowing this question was the biggie of the lot, I responded right away once again. “Absolutely not. Quite the opposite with Nancy actually.” I swore I could see the tiniest hint of a satisfied smirk appear on Agent’s Dawson’s face, but she nodded and only continued to write her own notes down. “Okay, lastly, do you have a favorite thing to do here?” “Hmmm…” I felt this question was a little more to try and end on a positive note with Littles, just to associate the agent with pleasant associations with their visits, instead of the dread that both Nancy and I had been feeling beforehand. In this case, though, what should have been an easy question was actually a little hard. I wanted to say being free to do what I want and not dictated to like I was a mentally regressed Little, but that would have broken everything that Nancy and I were trying to accomplish here with my secretive double life. It wasn’t exactly illegal to be a mentally older Little, but it may have been frowned on by some and could just lead to more issues down the road. So, instead, I just answered the most obvious way I could. “I like being able to read here. It let’s my mind wander and my imagination feel free.” I wasn’t sure if that was completely the answer that Agent Dawson was looking for from the expression on her face afterward, but it had the benefit of being both true and an answer I knew she really couldn’t object to. Then, after scribbling her last note, we both stood up. Nancy saw from outside and re-entered. “So, did everything go well?” Agent Dawson sighed, and I think both Nancy and I held our breaths in tense nervousness. “I think so. I’ll need to file all this paperwork officially, but I can say that there at least weren’t any red flags I noticed today.” Both Nancy and I exhaled loudly. “I’m very glad to hear that,” Nancy said finally. She and Agent Dawson talked a little bit more, but I knew I needed to take the time and get ready for daycare. Nancy and I had elected for an early morning inspection today to interfere the least amount possible with Nancy’s job. Apparently, she still had to miss her morning meeting, but we could both continue with our days as if nothing much had happened if we still left within the next 15 minutes. For Nancy, that meant more board meetings and pitch formations for future projects of her company. For me, that meant Little Friends Daycare. As Nancy finally ended her conversation with Agent Dawson and we both then loaded into the car, I couldn’t help but feel a little apprehensive of what today could hold for me. I can fully admit to the fact that I might have jumped into Nancy’s embrace a little too quickly, but it was to get away from Kathy. I thought she was the worst it could get for a Little here and eventually lead me to just some thumb-sucking drooler of a Little without a hope in ever going back home. I was wrong. At daycare, while the rainbow façade was pleasant and the staff were all kind and caring in their own ways, I hadn’t anticipated the interaction with other Littles that I would face. As the daycare was fully staffed and did not need a reader, plus my ‘covert’ sneaking around with Nancy, meant that the one constant distinguishing factor between me and the other Littles of reading aloud during story time, was no more. At first, it wasn’t so bad. Most of the Littles left me alone and there was a plethora of books, but I was the new Little around here and some of the more regressed Littles, who bordered on if they should be placed in the Canopy room or in the younger Meadows room, didn’t seem to fully understand the concept of the word ‘no.’ I was quickly learning though, that my ‘no’ and their ‘no,’ were two very different things. “Pway wif me?” one of the Littles asked, toddling up to me today after I had settled in and was reading another book by myself. “No,” I said firmly, but the Little just wouldn’t leave. I tried to ignore them, but I saw the Little then began to pout. “Pwease? I wanna pway wiff you...” “I said no,” I repeated a little louder… too loud, I guess. “Emily!” Miss Valerie admonished me. “We use our inside voices around here.” I nodded and sighed. “Yes Miss Valerie.” I then looked back to the Little in front of me. “Please, kid. I just said no. Go play with that stuffed parrot over there or some other toy like that, or even just another Little for that matter. Just… not me, okay?” The Little nodded and toddled off, clearly dejected, but seemingly fine. I guess they weren’t though, as not five minutes later, I saw them crying and pointing over to me. ‘That little snitch!’ I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong except to say ‘no,’ but those were Earth rules for fellow adults. Being in daycare as a Little, I was finding out just how much the rules around here could be different. Soon, Mrs. Carter marched over to me with her hands on her hips. “Young lady,” she began sternly, glaring down at me from high above. Nervous from her tone and demeanor already, I slowly placed my book down and peered back up at her. “Yes, Mrs. Carter? Is there something wrong?” I tried to play innocent victim as much as I could. From her face though, I don’t exactly think Mrs. Carter bought it. “Don’t play the fool around here, missy,” she nearly spat down to me. “It would do well that if you want to play that angle, I suggest you stop reading the books meant more for the staff than for you Littles.” I glanced down at the book, and I guess Histories of Atlantis to Atlantica would have been a little advanced for most Littles around here. “Sorry…” I then looked back over at the now sniffling Little being rocked around by Miss Valerie. “I just didn’t want to play with them today. I might be a Little, but I’m not that type of Little.” Mrs. Carter frowned. “Just watch out. You’re on thin ice already around here. I would hate for Mrs. Gillies to find out anything more that you’ve done wrong.” I gulped instinctively as Mrs. Carter walked away. Mrs. Gillies was in charge of the whole daycare, and while she would probably do anything to protect her Littles, I also got the distinct impression that she wasn’t the type to be lenient with troublemakers. Despite just wanting to live out my time here until I was going home in one piece, I guess that meant me. A few days later, my reputation hadn’t improved any around here with the staff. Most knew that I was just biding my time until I went home from a slip-up that Nancy made, but I felt a few were giving me odd looks as well. I just chalked it up to them trying to figure out if I was scheming something or going to be problematic for the day, but I guess I should have been a little more careful. I mean, it wasn’t exactly my fault. Being an adult woman, I was coming from Earth here and without any regression procedures or hypnosis done on me, so I was still very independent and thought of myself as an adult. A Little here for sure, but more of the type of classification that on Earth I would be known as a human woman. Not an insult or a judgement on my mental capacity, but just who I was. Looking around even now, there were many types of Littles, but something told me that the staff mostly just lumped us all together. In the Canopy room, most of us were fairly mature and I reveled in being one of the most mature, but that also came at a cost. While for most of the day, I could just lounge about and read to my heart’s content. Playtime and mealtime though in this room, were a different matter. First, I did not want to play dolls or drink at some stupid tea party. That was for babies straight up and I didn’t even entertain the idea. Mrs. Carter and Miss Valerie tried to convince me otherwise and to be a ‘team player,’ but I didn’t want to do some things and I felt I shouldn’t be forced either. So, I was placed further on their ‘problematic Littles’ list, but mealtime was worse. Having been privy to many of the secrets behind the scenes at Mrs. Tatum’s foster home when I helped her out, I knew what a lot of what they were serving was here. The nuggets had the laxative, the milk was just… weird, and the milosauce could be disastrous for any fully unprotected and unsuspecting Little. Some of those issues I had come by literally just reading the labels on the packages, but other times… I’ll just say that I was very grateful that I practically had a bathroom to myself in that foster home. Regardless, I often refused to eat what I was given here for lunch or snack time. Sometimes, some of the kinder workers would notice my plight and would give me something else, but others were more insistent I stick to what the other Littles were given. Mrs. Carter was the more insistent type. “I don’t care what you think you know. Nancy has put us in charge of you during the day, so what we say, goes. Understand, Emily?” I looked at the revolting mush cup before me. I guessed it was an array of fruits mashed up into a plastic cup, similar to milosauce, but I couldn’t be sure. The milosauce was kind of a tannish yellow, but this… I just saw mixtures of brown, red, and purple. “Please… just anything else…” “No,” Mrs. Carter reiterated adamantly. “You either eat this, or we tie a bib around you, I feed it to you personally, and then we tell Nancy when she gets here to pick you up that you were naughty today. How’s that sound?” Her threats were not hollow, and despite Nancy and I being more of equals in about the biggest way we could in our arrangement, I didn’t want her getting a negative report back. She would probably lecture me on me blowing my cover here and that I would get sent back to Mrs. Tatum’s and she would be in trouble with the LPS. Not desiring that fate for either of us, I spooned the alien looking mush and shoveled it into my mouth. I wasn’t really sure what I was expecting, but a myriad of flavors soon assaulted my tongue. Combine cod, rutabaga, raspberries, and maybe spinach or cucumber, and you might just begin to know what I was tasting right then. Seeing Mrs. Carter’s smug smile and anticipating look though, I swallowed it whole. I had to fight my gag reflex about as best I could, but it stayed down. Mrs. Carter’s smile grew, and she then leaned down. “Good girl,” she whispered, “very good girl.” It took all I had to not slug the woman right there for her condescending tone, but she walked off and I continued to down the revolting goop in front of me. Five minutes later, it was empty, and I felt nauseous, but I was allowed to leave the table at least. Not thirty minutes later, however, my suspicions about the mush were proven correct. My guts had been rumbling since I had sat down to read my book. I just wanted to focus on the prince slaughtering the dragon in that particular story, but my stomach, and later bowels, had other ideas. I tried to pass it off as maybe just gas, but right about at that thirty-minute mark, I could quickly feel that it was so much more dangerous. Seeing all the padded rear ends around me, I knew just what was at stake, so I put my book down, to ensure it wouldn’t be ruined from being tossed and that I would be punished as a result, and walked over to the bathroom as gingerly as I could. Now, being that it was the Canopy room, the bathroom adjoining the play area was actually both Big and Little-sized. I wasn’t sure how many Littles were actually making it or even using the potties there, but another grumble from my rear left me little time to contemplate such mysteries in this place. So, I made it over to one of the stalls there, conveniently, a little lower to the ground to ensure privacy, and I let loose. It was terrible and the smell could probably kill some species with any degree of breathing issues, but still though, I had made it. I was erupting hot magma, but I had made it. Unfortunately, even as I washed my hands and exited triumphantly, my success was to be short lived. There, Mrs. Carter was waiting for me sporting yet another scowl etched across her face. “That’s one,” she warned me. “You wait for one of us to take you. You know that.” Feeling put in my place and not wanting to cause a further scene, I nodded. “I’m sorry…” Mrs. Carter grumbled but walked off and left me feeling an odd mix of emotions. I had made it to the potty, a feat that I was noticing from all the crying, that others had not managed themselves. Those donning training pants or panties seemed mortified, but those already in pull-ups seemed devastated. Considering the removal of their name from the pasted tree of Littles in this room in the back corner afterward, it wasn’t hard to deduce that the staff had demoted them both down to the Meadows room and to diapers. Despite my first strike of the day, I knew it could have been worse. And the day continued much like that. The Canopy rules might have been a little more restrictive, but I also knew that we didn’t have naptime like the other rooms in this daycare did. Most of the time, that meant were able to go outside. I wasn’t much for the mud out there sometimes, but the pleasant breezes and sunshine was always a welcome relief. Today though, it was raining, which meant that I was able to stay inside, but that also presented me with a looming problem. Despite the catalog of books in here that weren’t childish, many also seemed to contain propaganda that would always insinuate Littles as hapless and defenseless beings that needed to be cared for. Knowing some of my fellow Littles here, it was an accurate statement for them, but not for everyone… including me. So today, I realized that I had run out of books to read that fit my selection criteria of avoiding both types of books. I mulled about, but when I realized that only left me more open to being begged to join in playing with the other Littles here, I tried to figure out another solution. Just as I was about to read Knowing the Signs Your Little Is Ready, a clear front to eventually get Bigs to demote their Littles back to diapers, I remembered the front lobby had a stack of magazines for awaiting caregivers. I knew it could be a little risky getting to them, but I rationalized that I would just be staying inside the building, so no harm done… right? Having already memorized the patterns of everyone around here when I was bored last week, it didn’t take me long to have realized there was a gap in the staff’s monitoring of the room’s main door, particularly on days where Littles didn’t get the opportunity to burn off their excess energy due to bad weather. “No Timmy! Don’t eat that!” “Put those scissors down Brian!” “That’s not a potty Sabrina!” Smiling a little at my fellow Littles perfect unintended distractions, I knew that it was just possible that both Mrs. Carter and Miss Valerie would even know that I was gone. Sensing my time had come, I quickly slipped out the door and ran down the hallway to the front lobby. Izzy was once again on her lunch break, and I was just tall enough to undo the latch of the front gate to the lobby. In seconds, I was staring at the rack of magazines. “Oh, perfect!” I exclaimed, picking up a magazine that almost looked like the ones I read back home. I knew I probably couldn’t get any nail polish advertised on the front cover from Nancy, but I also saw that there was a whole travel section in the back. “Hmmm… might be inter…” “And just what do you think you’re doing?” I heard a voice thunder. I nearly dropped the magazine on the ground as I spun around to face the voice. There, standing before me and mad as I had ever seen her, was Mrs. Gillies. It didn’t take a genius to realize how badly I had screwed up. “I asked you a question, Emily…” she said impatiently. “Uh, I…” I stammered out. Her sheer size nearly blocking the rainbow-painted wall behind her was enough to cower any Little, let alone just me all alone and doing something I knew I probably shouldn’t have. “I just wanted to, uh… read. I didn’t even leave the building or anything… I just wanted to see and to learn and to…” Mrs. Gillies snapped her hand up to stop me. “Stop. Just stop, Emily.” She shook her head in clear disappointment. “I thought I could trust you as one of the older Littles here, or at least a Little that the others could look up to. I mean, what would the others think if they saw you up here? Don’t you think they would want to follow?” I hadn’t actually thought about that, but Mrs. Gillies only pushed the issue further. “And what if the door had been unlocked. We get packages in here all the time and mistakes happen. So, what if one of your followers escaped and were kidnapped? Or what if they got hit by a car out there?” Her voice thundered now and yet contained a note of sadness over all of it. She was right of course, but I felt I needed to defend myself. “But no one followed me. It’s just a book, Mrs. Gillies…” I tried to offer up as a counterpoint to her argument. I don’t think it worked. Mrs. Gillies shook her head. “Unbelievable… I thought… hoped you would be different here, Emily. I guess I was wrong…” For a moment, I thought she was just going to walk away in disappointment. No doubt Nancy would have gotten a report about my single, now likely double strike, and I would be yelled at when I got home, but I felt pretty safe that I was still fine. Mrs. Gillies, it seemed, had other plans. In a second, she launched herself back over to me, hands first. I had barely enough time to put the magazine down when her hands scooped around my torso. I wasn’t a shorty back home by any measure, but Mrs. Gillies lifted me up like I was just some featherweight pillow into the crook of her arm. “Put me down!” I squawked at my captor. “It was just a magazine. Let me go!” I began to struggle and despite my best effort, Mrs. Gillies only hauled me further back into the main area of the daycare. Unfortunately, I didn’t get the hint that I would be going straight to the back of the daycare, where other naughty Littles went, whether I wanted to or not. So, when I began thrashing about and kicking wildly, I didn’t think of the consequences… or where my legs were kicking. In a second, my leg hit a large lamp, which then toppled over and pulled the phone sitting next to it to the ground. In less than a blink of an eye, the phone practically exploded into several tiny pieces, the lamp cracked, and the lamp shade was permanently ruined. In horror, I stopped kicking, but Mrs. Gillies halted and looked back at the now broken lamp and phone on the ground before sighing. “I guess I was very wrong about you Emily… shame too…” She paused, looked down at the shattered objects on the floor, and then turned around. “That’s two and three…” My heart practically stopped, and my body went limp. Now that my brain wasn’t simply lashing out and being hauled away, I knew strike two meant that I was going to the backroom. Other Littles that had been punished for one discretion or another went back there and would come out minutes later filled with tears and, more often than not, a sore rear end. I was dreading that, but something was different about the Littles that got to strike three. I wasn’t sure what exactly, but they had definitely changed somehow. Passing by one of the ugliest stuffed dogs I think I had ever seen in front of a near drooling Little, Mrs. Gillies finally stopped after passing through the Canopy room where several of the Littles had ‘oohed’ like they were in elementary school… appropriate I suppose. She then went through another door that only the staff used and found Miss Valerie sitting and eating a candy bar. She immediately bolted to attention once she saw Mrs. Gillies. Her face was full of panic. “Mrs. Gillies. I, uh, I swear, I was on my break and…” Mrs. Gillies held her hand up like she did to me to stop Miss Valerie. “Easy there. I don’t mind you taking a break. Today would have been recess if it wasn’t for the waterworks opening everywhere outside today. I know how these rooms can get on days like today and breaks are actually a little encouraged for you all to destress a little. Which is why,” she then peered over at me, and Miss Valerie spotted me as well, “I want you to take Emily here into the back room and then to meet Bee. For now, I will help out Mrs. Carter in the Canopy room.” Miss Valerie seemed stunned for a moment, but after swallowing what I could imagine was a little piece of candy still in her mouth, she nodded. Mrs. Gillies set me on the floor and Miss Valerie held her hand out. “Please take my hand, sweetie.” I could only gulp, comply, and then look back as Mrs. Gillies waved goodbye to me with a giant grin as if she knew something I didn’t about what awaited me next. Stunned and unnerved by everything, I almost wanted to bite Miss Valerie’s hand in desperation and then flee as best I could to a safe zone far away. Passing through a heavy door into what only could be described as a cutesy dungeon of sorts, I quickly decided not to. “Okay, sweetie. This is your first time here. I hope there isn’t another time, but I guess that will just be up to you.” She then gestured to a bench of sorts with padding on the top. “Take seat, chest on the top and bend over. Once you’re situated, don’t move an inch.” Instantly, I knew my fate. It was a little more elaborate than what Kathy had done with me, but I knew the preparation for a spanking by now when I saw it. So, not wanting to make my fate even worse, I just complied as quickly as I could. Behind me, Miss Valerie proceeded to nearly fondle a whole bunch of implements hanging off a rack, but finally chose the ping pong paddle and walked back over to me. “Not very traditional I grant you in some of these cases, but I think it will do the trick for today.” Seeing the large red surface, I just winced and hoped that all this would be over soon. “Okay. Seeing what you have next… I guess just 10 will do today…” she said, rubbing the paddle and then gliding it over my butt. I shut my eyes about as tight as they would go after that. I still trembled in fear, but it only got worse, when she suddenly hiked up my skirt for the day and then yanked down both my tights and my training panties, today’s pair marked by little, tiny hearts. I could hear Miss Valerie chuckle for a moment, but I didn’t have time to contemplate it for long. The first smack roared into me like a freight train. Kathy was sadistic and strong, but Miss Valerie was clearly practiced and powerful. Each smack I felt seemed like the equivalent to two of what Kathy could produce. I was in tears by the fifth smack. My delicate rear throbbed, and the sheer pain wouldn’t go away by the eighth. Still, after ten, Miss Valerie hung the paddle back up and allowed me the dignity to stay there on the bench for a moment before I then lifted my own tights and training panties back up. Despite my punishment, I vowed right then that I would escape this place no matter what as soon as I could if any of this happened again. Nancy was wonderful, but she wasn’t worth what was now occurring at the daycare. Regardless, Miss Valerie then sighed and popped me out of my own thoughts. “I’m sorry about that, Emily,” she said with an almost odd, noted tone of concern. “I really don’t like doing that, but you need to learn to behave. You should know that Mrs. Gillies always gets her way in the end. One way or another…” I wanted to ask what she meant by that, but she only held her hand out once more and towed me to the next room. I wasn’t sure what to expect after the pink and purple room I had just come from, but a medical lab with spots of color and toys was not it. A woman sitting down at the far end of some lab equipment then looked up and placed her glasses on the table in front of her. She quickly saw me being dragged along. “A new girl, Val?” Miss Valerie nodded. “That’s right, Bee. Just a single dose though today, okay? Mrs. Gillies doesn’t want her overdone. Just needs to learn a lesson… got it?” Bee got up and rolled her eyes a little. “I got it, I got it, okay? I’m sure… Emilly and I will get a long just fine. Isn’t that right, sweetie?” I was petrified of the room and of this new woman already as I was being introduced to her, but my mind swam with tons of other questions… namely, how did she know my name? I could hear Miss Valerie sigh again and she then pulled me across the room and got me to sit in a large, padded seat. “Just rest your arm there, sweetie,” she said dejectedly while pointing to the arm rest by my left arm. I quickly complied, still feeling the enormous sting from the spanking I had just endured. I thought that if I complied, I wouldn’t be punished anymore. Making a few clinking noises, I saw that Bee started to prepare something that I couldn’t quite make out. “Is it in place and are we doing the standard first time?” she then asked. Miss Valerie sighed yet again. “Yes… standard and in place.” “Good…” Bee said a little too sinisterly for my liking, but before I had a chance to ask, straps quickly popped out and cinched themselves around my chest, arms, and legs. “Hey! What the hell are you all doing?” I asked in protest, struggling in vain to get loose. “Ooh. Naughty, naughty,” Bee chided me. She then turned around and my eyes bulged out when I saw the shot that she was now carrying back to me. “We’ll fix that right away though… won’t we, Val?” Miss Valerie seemed to be in pain herself and numbly nodded. “You take care of things here… I’ll be… outside.” She then got up and left me alone with Bee. Despite her having just spanked me, I already missed her… or at least compared to the evil doctor-looking woman now approaching me with a giant needle. “Okay!” she said way too cheerfully. “Just one prick and it will all be over.” I tried to struggle, but the straps were too tight. Unfortunately, the ones on my arm were even tighter and the extra straps employed held my upper arm completely in place. I couldn’t even wiggle it more than a millimeter I suspected. The needle plunged quicky into my arm and I swore with the force Bee used, the darn thing would have gone right through. Instead, I just felt the hot liquid enter my arms and quickly get pumped around my body. It was a foreign invader and it burned wherever it went. Oddly though, after a moment, the burning feeling went away, and I was almost left with a buzzing sensation, like the kind you would feel when you were drunk. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant, and I felt almost a whiplash of sorts going from such pain to such pleasure so soon after. Bee smiled down on me. “Perfect. I can already see that it’s working. Shame it’s not more today but considering where you just came from and a few other little secrets I know, I’m pretty sure you’ll be back. Too bad you won’t remember though!” She then cackled a little as she got up and started bringing over another device. “What do you mea…?” but that was about all that I could make out. The buzzing sensation increased, and Bee quickly swung the large machine and a monitor in front of my face. I didn’t think much of it at first, but with each passing moment, I felt more drawn into the center of the pretty colors I started to see… more focused… more sleepy… happier even… I swore I even heard a tinkling noise as my eyes began to droop. I was almost a little scared, but at the same time, I had oddly never felt better and even the stinging in my rear had dissipated. It was nearly pure bliss. I wanted it to last forever, but my exhaustion ruled me more than anything else. Soon, my eyes shuttered close and everything faded to black. * * * My eyes bolted open. ‘Wha…? Where am I?’ My mind turned over and tried to put the pieces of afternoon back into place. Other Littles were just waking up that had taken impromptu naps as well I guessed as myself, but a few also seemed they would be demoted down to something more protective at night. Panicking, my hands shot between my legs, but I sighed in relief. ‘Dry… that’s good at least… Nancy would have been so upset with me over ruining my pretty training panties.’ I smiled at the sensation of being so much older than all these other babies. I could read and write and go to the potty by myself. I was a big gir… I shook my head. I guess I was still just coming out of my post nap slumber and was a little foggy. My arm hurt a bit and my butt definitely stung, but it was just kind of hard to figure out why. It strangely felt like a hangover when I used to drink… ‘When I was a teacher? Was I a teacher?’ I shook my head again and just hoped that my fuzziness would go away soon. It was super frustrating. I guess to some extent, a little later though, it kind of did. To be blunt, I was a little more distracted by then with some of the looks that other Littles or staff were giving me, but I just shuffled it off as both of them being weird in this funny place. I mean, they even had birds in all those lush tree branches all above me. I gazed in wonder and at all the beautiful colors up there. I was so engrossed though, that a book soon slid off my lap. Curious and not remembering the ending, I reopened it. Fascinated with the tale in moments, I just buried my head in a book and just really hoped that the prince would be okay and make it back to his castle and his one true love. ‘It’s so romantic!’ I never read the ending though, as right when he slayed the scary monster, Miss Valerie called out my name. “Emily? Emily?” She then spotted me and smiled. “There you are!” Her arms then waved me over. “Come on! Nancy is here for you out front!” I smiled widely and placed the book back where all the others were neatly stacked. I then made sure to gather up my bag and I was so giddy with excitement, I nearly skipped to the front lobby. It was all so easy and wonderful, and as a bonus, Miss Valerie was so nice to me. I mean, she even held the lobby gate open for me and gave a glowing report back to Nancy about the type of day I had. I was a little glad about that too because some of it still seemed a bit hazy, but I was just so proud of the good day I apparently had here. Nancy strangely seemed to give me an odd look of sorts after, but in the end, I was just happy that we were going home now. As a cherry on top, Mrs. Gillies even stepped out and noted my growing progress here at the daycare, which definitely elicited a smile from Nancy this time, much to my delight. ‘I wonder if I’ll get some ice cream tonight as a treat?’ I still felt a little strange, but if Mrs. Gillies, Miss Valerie, and Nancy were all happy, then I just supposed that everything was good. After all, if they cared about me, then all was good, and their happiness would be mine and I would be safe from all the evils of this world.

I don't question her that much, mostly her travel. I DO question the adults that used her when she was still underage, and those that still use her.

Few things show the demographics of DD like a topic like this. Guys, if you want to disagree with science and evidence then be my guest, there is unfortunately nothing I can do to make you see reason. But some of the posts here are crossing a line. Making disparaging comments about mental health issues and neurodivergencies does nothing but make you look bad. She's a young woman who believes in something and is out there trying to make a difference. You don't have to agree but you do have to follow the rules here (ie. "don't be a dick.")

You people are all horrible. She has something she believes in and stands up for it. You question her motives, and you are suggesting murder. The media made her the icon she is. There are hundreds and thousands of climate activists but none of them will get any press if she shows up.

Chapter 2: Swirling the flute of champagne, Dani is all too aware of the number of rules she is breaking. She’d only had a few sips, obviously not enough to get her drunk but it had been three years since she even looked at any alcoholic drink and the nerves were eating up her insides. Besides at the rate the other girls were going, she didn’t even have time to catch up. Suddenly, Dani puts the glass down with a clang feeling that poison has infected her system and was is to get it away. Carly notices from across the room, coming over with a frown on her face. “Don’t tell me you're not drinking.” She pouts, sitting beside her on the couch. “You were the life of the party!” Yes, she was. Note the past tense. That was before in her wild and free eighteen year old self era with no self control and a penchant for trouble. “Oh don’t be too hard on the baby. I’m sure she’s just missing her nap time bottle. That’s right about now, isn’t it? But oh wait, you get straight from the source, is that right…” Stupid Holly McDonald with her rat-like face always sniffing for trouble. Dani has no response. They’d been friends once upon a time but ever since she was taken, Holly had become extremely nasty. Dani knew that she was just worried, like they all were, with the close presence of an Amazon and took her frustrations out on the easiest target. Her. Dani didn’t even have the guts to fight back because her feelings were valid. She was a problem everyone just chose to ignore and nothing was as it used to be. What was the point in even pretending? “Holly, don’t say that!” Carly rolled her eyes. “You’re ruining my party! Go complain somewhere else!” Carly was loyal to a fault, always had been. “Holly being a bitch again?” Olivia came back holding three shot glasses. Dani covers the yawn with her hand, attempting to be discreet. The worst thing was that Holly was right. She was missing nap time and having been on the strict schedule for the last three years, she was fucking tired at only three pm. “It’s fine.” Dani says. “She’s just being how she always is.” The three of them share a look. They’d been friends since high school, slowly doubling their group in the first year of college where Holly joined and two weeks after the start of first semester, Abby found Dani. The Little hadn’t been able to get housing on campus so her parents piled all the money they had into the apartment. Since then, she hasn't a clue what’s happened to them. Abby was considerate but keeping in contact with her parents was the one thing she wouldn’t budge on and her friends hadn't been home since. A number of Amazons had apparently moved into their predominantly Little town since and it just wasn’t worth the risk to go back. “Why do we put up with her again?” says Olivia, pulling her from her thoughts. Carly. They both know. The girl saw something in her (like she sees in everyone) and Dani supposes the two of them were just blind to whatever it was. “Enough of this dreary talk!” Carly slurred her words. “Let’s drink because this bitch is getting hitched!” The room erupted in cheers, glasses clanging and in a moment she would come to regret, Dani thought, fuck this. Tipping her head back, the liquid slid down with ease. “Lemon and salt quickly!” Tequila. Oh fuck. Her face scrunched up in disgust. That was the beginning of the end of the night. ooOoo They danced, seductively swaying their hips side to side dressed in just a lacy thong and bra. Olivia and Dani pressed against each other, giggling about God knows what and Dani could only wonder, is that what her life would have been like if she’d managed to keep her mouth shut that fateful day? Her other clothes had slowly disappeared throughout the day and god knows where they’d gone. Rule number two was now broken: no naughty behavior. The others were in various states of undress after a hefty game of strip poker. The world was spinning, the lights bright and the music going babump, babump, babump at the back of her mind. Abby was going to murder her. She takes another sip of her drink, something stronger. She doesn’t know what. Carly is completely off her rocker and Dani… she was even more. It’s why she didn’t shy away at the sight of the man in the apartment. Her eyes roamed down his perfectly toned abs, peeking out from behind the white dress hurt only half buttoned at the bottom. She smirked, lip slipping between her teeth and she didn’t try to hide her very open gaze. He was handsome and muscular with gorgeous green eyes and the fluffiest hair known to man that she just couldn’t resist running her fingers through. He towered over her at six feet and while most people did, she didn’t feel tiny in comparison. A warmth spread throughout her body the moment he placed his hands on her hips as she straddled his waist. The Bride to Be had her turn and now it was Dani’s and let her tell you, it was quite the performance. They moved together back and forth, tuning out the cheers and she pushed just a tiny bit closer into him as his hand slipped up her thigh. Someone let out a whistle and Dani threw her head back laughing. This was just too perfect. It was almost as if she was free again and the world was at her fingertips. She didn’t want the night to end. Now, even after the entertainment had concluded, the man stuck around. Hiding in the hall from the others, he cupped her face, trailing his thumb over her plump pink lips. He was devastatingly handsome and Dani couldn’t have wanted him more. “Is your name really Little Johnny Boy?” she smirks. “What do you think?” They laugh. He leans in, leading a trail of kisses along her neck down to her collarbone. “I never did get your name.” he whispers as warm breath tingles against her skin. She pauses, for half a second, her name on the tip of her tongue. “It doesn’t matter.” “I’d say otherwise.” He pulls back, staring at her with a daze in her eyes, like he wanted to scoop her up and take her away forever to the fantasy island she always dreamed of. But there was no point leading him on when any further relationship was impossible. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. What if I want to see you again after tonight?” Oh, she’d want nothing more but she looks away, blinking away the tears that burned at the back of her eyes. Dani had promised herself she wasn’t going to cry. Not tonight. “I…” she gulped. “It’s not a good idea. I’m not someone you want to be around-” “I find that very hard to believe.” His voice is low, protesting her every word. He leans closer, shushing her with his lips hovering just above her’s. Moaning beneath his touch, caressing every inch of her body, Dani thinks, this is it. They’re gonna kiss. They’re gonna- “Oh no!” The spell is broken. Suddenly, she is clutching her abdomen, bent over with an aching type of pain she’s all too familiar with. “Are you okay?” His voice is panicked as he places a hand on her back. “B-bathroom!” She hisses through a clenched jaw. Why Lord. Why now? She’s almost crying. The world really did seem to hate her. “Oh shit, you’re gonna puke!” Yeah, let’s go with that… Her stomach grumbled and she knew that everything that went down would have to come up (or down). Stupid gluten. Stupid drink. Stupid Amazons! Dani just about screamed in frustration, yanking on the locked bathroom door. Giggles are heard from the other side and she swears. “Do you need a bucket?!” The man still hadn’t left her side and his overattentativnes was starting to become a thorn in her side. “Please!” Dani groaned, heading towards Carly’s room. “Leave me alone!” “But-“ She slammed the door in his face and the Little was in too much agony to feel bad. The diaper is where she left it, tossed to the side on the ground and she doesn’t waste a moment. Ripping off her bottoms she slips the thick padding between her legs. She holds onto the sides, unable to tape them on her own and squats. Her sphincter clenched and she strains, pushing out a muddy wet slide and the cramping slowly lifts from her body. It takes less than a minute and then it’s over. Dani bursts into tears, mascara running down her cheeks as she tries to pinpoint the exact moment her life went to shit. “Babe?” A voice calls. “I saw you run in here!” Olivia. “I’m coming in.” Oh god. The blood rushes from her face. How the fuck would they joke their way out of this situation? There were some things nobody could see, not even Olivia. But it was too late. Opening the door, the girl freezes at the sight of the brown lump hanging from her behind. Her hand covers her nose. “If you think I’m cleaning your filthy ass up… think again.” Dani’s lips quiver yet a hint of a smile still makes an appearance. “I need to go. Just look at me.” She whispers, gesturing towards the absolute horridness coming from her bottom half. “How the fuck am I going to explain this to Abby?” The straps were undone showing that she’d clearly taken off the diaper, her face stained with makeup and had the slightly clouded look in her eye from too much drink. Oh, there was going to be hell to pay. For once, Olivia is silent. There was no way out of this. “Maybe-” “Guys!” Someone screectches. They both jump, startled at Carly’s wild expression as she suddenly bursts into the room. The girl is so frazzled that she doesn't even notice their current predicament. “It’s seven fifty nine! You have to go!” “What?” They both shout. How had the time gone so fast? Dani looks down at her phone seeing the missed text from Abby twenty minutes ago that she was on her way. There was no time to change or wipe her face clean or even say goodbye to the others… “Put this on and carry your shoes down!” They hurried, gathering her items and stuffing them in her one arm she wasn’t using to secure her… waste. “Carly, I’m-I’m sorry-” “Just go!” They hurry her out the door and down the hall, the others confused at the sudden commotion. The music fades into the distance, passing the elevator and heading straight for the staircase. “Hey!” Dani turns her head back, seeing the guy from the party. He’s running after her standing just a floor above. “Where are you going? I never got your name!” He leans over the railing, voice echoing out. “I’m sorry! I’ve got to go!” Please don’t follow, please don’t follow. He continues down the stairs. Dani is almost outside. Her heart pounds in her chest and shit is running up her back but that’s the least of her concerns. “Wait!” She hears him shout but she’s already out the door. “You’ve dropped your shoe!” OoOoo Abby is waiting, leaning against the car. She expected that Dani would be late but what she sees is so much more. Hair tousled, make-up running down her cheeks and one shoe in hand, the girl freezes for half a second before bursting into tears. “Mommy!” She wails. Dropping the items to the ground, she waddles the short distance, arms lifting to be picked up. That prompts her into action. “Oh baby…” She doesn’t waste a moment, scooping her into her arms as the girl sobs into her neck, snot running from her nose. Abby can feel the warmth of a fresh mess beneath her hand and lifting up the back of her dress, it’s spread all over her freckled skin. Her hand freezes then, seeing the undone straps and by some miracle she’d been able to hold it up. The Amazon knows what has happened, call it a sixth sense if you will, but now was not the time to be mean Mommy. They would deal with that tomorrow and the plethora of other obviously broken rules. Right now, all Dani needed was a boatload of love. “H-Home!” The Little gasped for breath. “Wanna go home!” “And so we shall baby. Don't you worry a pretty little hair on your head.” They make it home before Dani even has time to worry over the events from today. Held in one arm, Abby strips the girl at the door, tossing the clothes aside. They were going to be burned tomorrow. Anything to do with this obviously disastrous party was going to be cleansed from her mind, even if that meant permanent separation from those nasty Littles. Honestly, Abby was half-tempted to call the authorities to have them properly put in their place but she restrained herself. Anger made people do stupid things and while she wouldn’t regret her actions, she’d regret hurting Dani. Her hold tightened on the Little, restraining her fury. Pressing her nose into her hair breathing in the strawberry scented baby shampoo, for the first time that evening, she allowed herself to exhale knowing Dani was back in her arms. She’d sat by her phone the entire day, anxious at the thought of her little girl being without her. They’d been apart before, allowing Dani to meet her little friends for lunch or go to the Little spa in town for the afternoon. But that was only for an hour or two and she hung around the area, keeping a watchful eye out. But obviously this had been a humongous error. Abby knew that the Little wouldn’t follow the rules but she didn’t think she’d be sobbing at the end of the night. The Amazon decided this would be learning opportunity that she’d be sure to never repeat. “M-mommy?” The tiny girl in her arms whimpered. “Hush, darling.” She whispered, kissing the top of her head. “We’re going to take a warm bath and clean off this messiness.” The girl nodded content but the words lingered on the tip of her tongue. “I was naughty. Punish now?” “No.” She said immediately. “Not now. Tonight is for mommy and baby.” Tomorrow was a different story. Tomorrow, they’d have a lengthy talk on the dangers and consequences of disobeying Mommy. But Little Dani didn’t need to know that because it would only send her into a further panic. Now an hour later, all squeaky and clean, Dani couldn’t have been any more relieved. She didn’t even put up a fight as Abby double padded her in the annoying crawler diapers that wouldn’t let her stand. She didn’t cry as she was curled up in a ball and the fuzzy pink swaddler blanket was wrapped tightly around her body restricting any movement. Her cheek rubbed against the fabric, almost purring at the feel. And she didn’t even notice as the plastic pacifier bouncing between her lips was switched out for a voluminous breast full of milk, sluggishly attaching herself to the nipple. This wasn’t an everyday thing and that’s what made it even more special. Dani just loved to gloat about how she was a big girl not like the other silly babies but she was more babyish than she even realized and when the Little slipped, she slipped hard. Abby just wished that she would just let go completely because really she would be so much happier. She wanted to enjoy it while it lasted because tomorrow would be a nightmare as she came down from the high, battling the internal demons that told her she had to be Big. That she couldn’t be Little. If only she could make her see… OoOoo The morning came and up woke Little Miss Crabby Pants. Abby sighed, glancing at the clock showing it was only half seven. And on a Saturday. Great. She scowled, knowing the girl would howl for hours until she got her way but Abby wouldn’t give in. Not this time, especially after last night. She picked up the monitor, watching the little girl attempt to spit out her pacifier and wriggle out of the swaddle only to fail but didn’t stop her from trying over and over again. “ABVYYYY!” her voice was muffled by the rubber sucker. “WEHMEOU!!” With an attitude like that? She could stay in her crib all day. Making sure Dani wasn’t actually hurt, the Amazon went on with her morning. She would allow the girl to cry and whine and hiss profanities until her resolve broke down. Two hours later it happened. She relaxed in the living room, sipping a cup of coffee and finally starting on her book when there was finally a change. “Mommy?” her small voice echoes through the monitor. “Mommy, I sowwy… Mommy pweasee!” Abby watches as a tear dribbles down her cheek, eyes pleading for a release and forgiveness. Content that the Little has realized the error of her ways, she makes her way towards the room. Her eyes are red and puffy and gnawing on the inflated bulb, stares at her with the most resigned look. “I see my little potty mouth is awake.” Oh, Dani didn’t like that. She hmphs in response as the woman walks into the room, the fight reigniting in her eyes, but not really, she was tired. Any argument now was just for show. “Can Mommy take out your paci or do we need it in for the rest of the day?” Her brows formed into an upside down V, frustration written all over her face. She shakes her head, pushing down the annoyance as much as she can. “Very good,” she hums in approval. “You were such a sweet little baby last night, I hoped it would continue into today.” Reaching down over the tall bars, she wriggles the object from between her lips as it deflates. Immediately, Dani opens her mouth wide, trying to be rid of the ache in her jaw. “Let’s get you changed. From the smell of it, you didn’t only go number one.” Dani is grateful as the blanket is undone, stretching her arms and legs out. She pulls her body up by the bars standing on her tippy toes and reaching up to be let out. Laid down then on the changing table, she scowled at her soiled diaper for the second day in a row. “You did this to me!” “I never forced you to regress last night, Dani. You did that all on your own. You wanted my milk and who am I to deny such a tiny little girl?” Last night was fuzzy as her brain tried to work out the jumbled up fragmented pieces. She remembers the party, shitting herself and the dreamy man loving her in a way no one has before. However, after that it is all a blur. Dani knows that she slipped. It happens every so often but each time she can feel her body losing more and more control her mind losing more time it seemed. She knew partly it was the milk because Amazon’s breast milk broke down a Little’s inhibitions, slowing their brainwaves making them unable to think clearly. Over time, frequent consumption lead to scrambled minds and scrambled diapers. Basically, it had the same effects of alcohol yet for some reason, it was viewed as a good toxin. Plus it was delicious, Dani was ashamed to admit. Now, wiped, powdered and freshly re-diapered, the Little sits up shooting the Amazon an incredulous look. “Why am I still in a diaper?” “You should know the answer to that question Dani.” “Last night.” “Precisely.” They move to the rocking chair and facing the Amazon, straddling her hips there is nowhere else for her to turn. Dani doesn’t even know where to begin. Lowering her head in shame, she felt like a teenager again, the morning after sneaking out of the house to a party. She was sixteen years old at the time and her parents did not hold back, chastising her to hell and back. “This is my punishment? Diapers all day?” It is a rhetorical question that Dani already knows the answer to. She would like to think this is all but it is too easy. She’d crossed the line one too many times and Abby was not about to let this go. “Don’t pretend, Daniella. I’m talking to you like an adult right now.” Oh no. Dani gulped, this really wasn’t good. Slowly, raising her head, she’s struck by the intensity in her gaze. “Do you remember when I first adopted you? The promise we made to each other.” “Yes.” Her voice is just a whisper. “Say them.” the Amazon’s tone leaves no room for argument. “If I respect you then you will respect me.” “Exactly. Respect is a two way street and it has to be earned. I’ve given you many liberties, much more than I probably should. Have I not?” “You have.” Dani mumbled. Inside of the house, she wasn’t forced to wear diapers or pull-ups, could use the bathroom by herself (sans shower) and could eat anything wanted pretty much except for her daily bottle of cow’s milk at the mandatory nap time and bed time; plus she could watch anything that wasn’t rated R and she got to see her friends at least once a week. Dani didn’t know any other adopted Little who lived like that. She was privileged yet always complained about everything she couldn’t do. Not what she could. “I don’t know everything that happened last night but I know enough. You’ve broken any trust I have in you, disrespecting my rules.” Her bottom lip wobbles. “I’m sorry-” “No.” Abby stops her. “You are not sorry for what you did. You are sorry for being caught.” The Little has no response. Tears brim in the corner of her eyes. “Tell me. How many rules did you break last night?” She’d know if she was lying but Dani just wasn’t willing to give up everything. Not the boy. He was hers to cherish. “Daniella Brady.” A sharp slap lands on her thigh. “Do I need to repeat myself?” “No no!” She jumps, unconsciously sucking on the tip of her thumb. “Two rules. I broke two rules! I drank alcohol and was very naughty.” Abby lets out a heavy breath, staring at her face for a moment to sniff out any other lie but finding none. The Amazon sighs, “Do you know why I don’t like you drinking? Do you know why I sent you in a diaper and those clothes?” Obviously. Dani struggles not to roll her eyes. Littles were viewed as nothing more than children playing adult in this world. “It’s not what you think.” What? She blinks, confused as to what other reason there can be. “You have obviously drank before and partied, we all have, that is a part of life. But now, it is no longer your life. You are an adopted Little. Imagine I was late picking you up and you stumbled outside drunk having messed yourself. An Amazon passing wouldn’t hesitate to take you, dressed in your little skimpy outfit, without proper protection and absolutely wasted. You wouldn’t be the only be in trouble. So would I-“ “Then why did you even let me go? Why do you let me do anything I do?” Dani blurted. “Giving me all of these freedoms is like dangling a carrot in front of my face. It’s right there and I can almost touch it yet it’s ripped away every time, just out of reach.” It’s torture, absolutely heartbreaking yet she’d be even worse having them taken away. “Because,” Abby gulped as if she was struggling to grab hold of her emotions. “I could tell the day we met, that was what you needed. I did not want to be your captor. I was not about to take away all of your freedoms because I would only be a monster in your eyes. I wanted a companion. Someone who would look up to me and trust in me just as I did to you.” Abby hadn’t even wanted her to go to this party in the first place because everyone knew how they went, Little or Amazon. However, she knew it was important for Dani to not only be there for her friend but for herself. Allowing her to maintain connections to her old life was her way of attempting to allow Dani to find some acceptance in her current life. Just in the past few years, she’d already missed so many of the big moments. If she could see her friends, the ones she loved, accomplishing their dreams perhaps it could heal the tiny part in her missing. “However, after a lot of thought last night, I’ve realized that I’ve grossly miscalculated the whole situation.” The Little froze. Hearing a change in her tone, Dani knew this was going to be something she wouldn’t like. “We need to go back to the beginning, relearn the basics of what it means to be a Little. Whether you want to accept it or not, you are ridiculously tiny and absolutely adorable. If I hadn’t snatched you up that day, somebody else way worse would have. Your horrid attitude is going to get you in trouble one day and I won’t be able to save you.” Where in the hell was she going with this… Dani was concerned. “You’re bratty and disobedient and have got a wicked mouth that I’ve not spanked you enough for. What I’m trying to say is that… I’m sending you to Etiquette school. Perhaps now you’ll realize what a good life you have lived.” She opens her mouth, eyes-wide but no words come out. She’s speechless. Whatever Dani thought Abby was gonna say, it was not that. The Little doesn’t remember what happened next as a black hood falls over her eyes and she fades away. OoOoo A/N: Hey everyone!! Here’s the second chapter, I hope you all enjoyed! Abby is starting to realize that maybe, she’s been a little too lenient in the past and Dani is realizing that she’s screwed up big time. As always, I love reviews and so please don’t hesitate to tell me what you think!

Chapter 17 Jenn rushed down the hallway where an array patients has been put. There had been a 10 car pileup this morning and she was tending to patients. Amazingly, no one had died but there were many injured people that had arrived at her hospital and everyone had been called in to help. It had been several hours since she left the house this morning and she hadn't slowed down for a moment since arriving. She turned the corner and found the next patient she needed to attend to and found a young woman lying on a gurney. Jenn was taken aback for a moment because she looked very similar to Tish. She looked at the girls chart and saw she had just turned 18 and was from out of town on a trip with her family. She was lucky to not be severely injured. Jenn thought of Tish and how thankful she was that they were both healthy despite the state of things in the world. Jenn started performing her normal duties, checking vitals, fluids and checking everything off her list as she would always do. She needed to check for any bruising or broken bones in case the patient needed immediately care. She asked permission to touch the young girl in various areas. When she came to her mid-section she realized the girl was thickly diapered. It hadn't even occured to her but now she thought to herself, 'of course the girl would be diapered'.She was only 18.' Jenn had certainly come across patients who were diapered but it was rarer than one would think. Most patients were older and even then you weren't really looking under everyone's pants. Everything had kind of calmed down in the world since this whole thing started and if it wasn't for Tish she wouldn't even really notice there were 1000's of people around her wearing diapers all the time, making constant deposits. In the craziness of the morning she'd given no thought of Tish. After seeing this patient she felt bad about about that and made a point to call her as soon as she had a break. "Hopefully she is still asleep.", Jenn thought before turning her attention back to the patient. "Oh.. sorry I didn't know you had a diaper on.", Jenn said trying not to embarass the girl. "Do you mind if I just take a look down here to make sure you aren't injured?" "No, it's not problem.", the girl didn't seem embarassed at all when Jenn confronted her or examined that area. Jenn poked around her abdoment and legs, trying to avoid her diaper area which she could tell was a bit wet. "Any pain in your uh, diaper area?" "No, but as you can see I really need to change soon. My parents will be here soon and my mom can change me." "Oh.. Ok, we have a limited supply here if needed but we'd have to inform the CTF that you used one and they do cost money. So if you can wait for your parents that would be best." "I understand, I'll try not to leak.", the girl joked and she didn't seem to have any of the angst or anger that Tish had towards the situation. Jenn wondered how she would feel about herself in that situation. It seemed so odd this 18 year old girl.. woman was waiting for her mom to come change her wet diaper. "Ok, you look to be in ok shape. We'll keep you for observation for a few hours to make sure there is no concussion or anything then get you out of here. Take care." Jenn left the room feeling awkward and embarassed be she didn't know why. The patient didn't seem to mind at all. Her thoughts drifted back to Tish and she had a few minutes to take a break and wanted to check in on her. She went to the break room and got her phone from her locker. She looked at the clock and saw it was already noon. She wasn't allowed to carry her phone around the hospital and she had been so busy she hadn't even had time to eat. She pressed her fingerprint to the the screen and it lit up. 4 missed calls. 4 missed text messages. "Uh oh.", Jenn thought. She quickly scrolled through the text messages. 10:30 "Jenn, I need you. Where are you?" 10:45 "You have to come home. NOW". 10:46 "Jenn, call me back. PLEASE call me back" 11:00 "WTF WTF WTF, I'm so angry with you right now." Jenn set her phone down, rolled her eyes and and sighed. She knew exactly what must have happened and she did feel bad, but there wasn't nothing to be done about it. She tapped the phone button and it rang. Tish picked up the phone and was already crying on the end. "Tish? Talk to me. Are you ok?" "No", sobbing. "Are you hurt or something!?" "I'm fine, I just need you to get home. You are on your way right?" "No sweetie, not yet." "WHAT? Why not!? Jenn, I had to do it. It was awful." "Do what?" "You know damn well what. Jenn, please you have no idea. I'm sitting in it, its awful and I can't get out!" --- 2 hours earlier. "She left me!", Tish said outloud. She didn't know who she was talking to but she couldn't believe Jenn had just left her like this. What if there was an emergency? What if she had to leave? She knew the answer was that she'd leave wearing her diaper but she just wasn't thinking rationally. She was scared. She didn't want to be alone right now. She felt like a prisoner in her own home and her own body. After contemplating the situation she picked up the note and read it again. She knew it wasn't Jenn's fault and Jenn warned her that she was on call. But how could she leave her like this with no escape? She could ask herself a million questions a million different ways and it wouldn't help. Tish grabbed the empty coffee cup and went to the coffee pot. 'Great... cold coffee.', The warmer had already shut off so she had to resort to putting her coffee in the microwave which never was the same as freshly brewed. Tish wrapped her hands around her warm coffee cup and sat down on the couch and took a sip. She sat indian style on the sofa and looked down the padding protruding between her legs. The diaper, safely concealed under the shorts was thick, wet and clammy. She shifted to try and get comfortable. She wondered how it could hold so much and looked at the clock. Surely Jenn would be home any minute to change her. She immediately remembered Jenn said she wasn't getting changed until she went "#2" in them. She hated how Jenn referred to it that way. Like talking to a child. Althought she didn't know what phrase or terminology she would prefer, but maybe it was the way Jenn was so non chalant about it. The way she had taken charge of the situation made Tish feel like a helpless child Tish refilled her coffee and looked in the fridge. She wasn't hungry. She usually would be but she had other things on her mind. There wasn't much for her to do. There's no way she would leave the house, and didn't feel like sitting alone watching TV. She tried to pass the time by picking up around the house, brushing her teeth, making the beds. She saw the QC kit on the floor and got curious about that. She wasn't sure if Jenn wanted her messing with it but she didn't care. She was bored. Dumping the contents of the bag out on the table, she examined everything. There was another pair of the shorts, and a couple pairs of pants that looked to work the same way. She sighed, knowing she would probably have to wear them all at some point. She set those aside and untangled a mess of straps. It was clear these were restraints of some kind and they looked like something out of an insane asylumn to her. She didn't know how they went together but there were cuffs for wrist and ankles if needed. 'Would someone really need to be tied down and forced to use their diaper?', she thought it seemed rediculous until a moment of self reflection reminded her of her own disobediance and constant fighting of this situation at every turn. 'What is wrong with me?', She moved those aside, knowing Jenn would never use them on her. This stuff was meant for people not to be trusted. She failed to think how she was, at that very moment locked into a diaper due to not being trusted. There were a couple other items left to look at. "Oh my god! Is this a pacifier?", Tish held this device up and looked at it. 'Why?', she thought to herself. 'We aren't babies for crying out loud." She touch the piece that went in the mouth. It was quite large. It had a little give to it went squeezed. She held it up to her mouth and looked around, as if to make sure no one was watching her. Why was she doing this? Partly she was curious; Jenn had kept the details of her sponsor training secret from her, but mostly she was bored. She opened her mouth and let the device slip in. It filled up most of her mouth and had a bit of rubbery taste to it. She knew she wouldn't like having this in her mouth for very long. She got up and looked at herself in the mirror. The front pacifier thing had a blue front which covered her mouth and part of her face. Combined with her tiny white t-shirt and thick diaper, the woman she was a few days ago had vanished. She tried to talk with it in and only caused a bit of drool to fall out of her mouth and hit her shirt. Feeling foolish and dumb, she quickly removed it and wiped it off and then her mouth. Uhhg. The aftertaste didn't set well and she was glad to have it out. She set it back and then looked at the last item. 'Gloves?' She slid her left hand into one and realized it was a soft padded mitten. There was a stiff band around the wrist part could be sinched down by pulling it tight. She did just to see how it worked. "Oh!", She was almost proud of herself for realizing the use for these. Once a person's hands were in these, they weren't getting out. 'What the F?', who came up with this stuff? She knew Jenn could be home any minute so she decided to put all the stuff back. She reached to undo the cuff around her tiny wrist but failed. She pulled and fought the smooth material securing the mitten with her free hand, but she couldn't see how to undo it. She started to panick again. She struggled, used her teeth, pulled and yanked with all her might but the material wouldn't give. She gave up. She was exhausted. She still didn't know what to do. She was stuck. How was she going to explain this to Jenn? She didn't have much time to think about that though. Between her exertion fighting the mitten, and her morning coffee, her tummy has started to make noises. She knew this was inevitable but her mind fought it. She still thought she was either going to wake up from a dream, or someone would save her at the last minute from having to do this. She got up and paced for the next few minutes. She wanted Jenn. It was a funny thing she thought. This thing she was about to do was one of the most private things in an adult's life, yet she wanted Jenn here with her now for it. She just didn't like feeling this alone. She was nervous now and she could feel her heart rate had gone up. She wasn't pacing any more. She had stopped and was leaning against the kitchen counter. She looked down at her trapped hand and the white padding of the mitten and laughed at her predicament. It was the least of her problems now. A wave of coldness washed over her, like having a feverish chill. She didn't feel well. All the nervousness about this over the last day had put her stomach in knots. She knew it was going to be bad. In a last ditch effor she tried to get the shorts off. With only hand available it was even more futile. She was about to cry. She made her way to the living room and had to kneel down. Her stomach was not feeling good at all and she felt the pressure building. She was determined to hold it as long as she could. Jenn would be back soon and would help her. Her breathing was intense now. In, out. Long slow breaths to fight through the cramps that were building deep in her gut. She was now kneeling on the floor in child's pose, hunched over. If anyone had been in the room they would have her a little whining moan coming from her fighting the pain. She had started a rocking motion, curled up on the floor waiting for whatever was going to happen. It was out of her control. At this point she just wanted to go so the cramps would subside but things were taking an uncomfortably long time. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, but in reality was only 10 minutes she felt the familiar tension in her gut and she knew with her next breath her diaper would be full. She didn't care at this point, the pain was so awful. She took a deep breath and exhaled and she felt the hot mush leave start to leave her body in waves. She moaned loudly through it as it happened and she lost control. A tear streamed down her face from the relief of going. She could feel it fill the diaper. The substance was amassing between her legs, looking to fill any area of the diaper it could find. She felt the mess pressing into her as the tight diaper wasn't forgiving. It spread faster and farther than she expected. It was hot and burny. She had gotten herself so worked up over this moment, what should have been a normal bowel movement had turned into massive mess of poop and diarhea. She held her stomach as it continue to be expelled from her. Another wave hit her and she let out a muffled cries as the cramps kept coming. She had to be done. Please be done she thought. After several more cramps and having to push the last bit out her stomach was calming down. "Oh god, its over. It's over. Thank you, thank you, thank you." she said outloud to herself. The relief came and she knew the next feeling meant she was done pooping. She would have to pee right after. She always did. She let it come and felt the warmth spread throughout the diaper. There was no where for it to go but throughout every nook and cranny as it mixed with her mess. With her mind now able to focus, she could feel everything. She wanted to throw up at the thought of what she had just done. It made her feel sick and ashamed of herself. She hated this and what the world had done to her. It wasn't fair. She stayed where she was on the floor, afraid to move for several minutes. When her tummy was finally settled and her body had evacuated all her contents into the diaper, she slowly rose. Her knees were week and she barely had energy to stand after suffering through the ordeal. The mess shifted and she felt it move against her. She could feel it touching every part of her and she knew that couldn't be healthy. She slowly limped to the counter to find her phone, click on recent numbers and dialed Jenn. --- "You know damn well what. Jenn, please you have no idea. I'm sitting in it, its awful and I can't get out!" "Tish, if you had any idea what I have been through this morning, not to mention the people I have been treating, you'd be a bit more patient. People nearly died today and have all sorts of injuries and all you can do is yell and me about your dirty diaper!" There was silence on the other end of the line. Tish was speechless for a minute. But once again she knew Jenn was right but it didn't seem to take away from her own problem. "You're right, its just you have no idea... and I'm all alone...", Tish cried. "Tish, try to be strong for me. I should be home in about an hour OK and I'll take care of you." .. sniffles.. "OK, I will. Please hurry" "I will."

Power was out all evening. Just came back on at 3am. AM i Amish?

Hello all. Long time lurker, first time poster. A bit of background, I'm in my mid 30s and have had an intense interest in diapers for as long as I can recall, and an interest in some level of urinary incontinence since my early teens. I've worn and used diapers on and off for primarily the last 7 or 8 years, with a significant uptick in the last three once I was able to afford living without roommates. I went 24/7 for roughly 9 months about a year and a half ago, then anxietied/shamed myself back into an "ignoring it" phase for a while. And now I'm back again... This time with a white towel (or diaper, if you prefer). I'm doing my best to come to terms with a few facts: 1) This isn't going away. It's just a part of me I need to accept in some form. 2) I feel better (relaxed, comfortable, less stressed) when I wear and use diapers. 3) It doesn't hurt anyone, and so long as I'm mindful and careful about how I pursue this, it's okay to do and want. I have one close friend I've confided in and who supports me, and I'm in the process of connecting with a licensed therapist to work through this in a professional setting. My ultimate goals are to be a bedwetter at night and diaper dependent during the day. Now for a few questions: For those of you who have mild to moderate incontinence, did you find there were any unexpected impacts on your daily life? Is there anything you wish you'd know or thought of ahead of time? For those who've discussed this desire, especially when starting from a place of total continence, with a medical or mental health professional, how did you broach the topic? Did you receive any pushback and, if so, how did you navigate that? Did any feedback or questions you received cause you to revise your goals or planned methods? Thank you all; being able to read through threads of peoples' varying experiences has done a great deal to help me understand this part of me in better detail and to inch closer to a place of self-acceptance. - Quinn

To my thinking your 16 out of 31 for March after only 7 months of un-training is outstanding. Congrats. Don’t know about month to month, but with continued commitment I‘d wager your 2025 bedwetting will far surpass this year’s. Thanks for the update and welcome to the club.

Yup...my view exactly. Knowing that I wet asleep, and that I trained myself to do so is a wonderful feeling.

Da li postoji ljudi koji su AB/DL s našeg prostora? Ako ima, javite se.

So this weekend past I again dropped my beloved at the airport on Friday morning for a long weekend with her girlfriends interstate. Three days alone afforded me the strange kind of inverted opportunity that presents to those of us who chose to live their entire lives in nappies: the chance of sneakily spending a weekend NOT wearing nappies. Just to see what still works and what doesn’t. Not Friday though. There was a road trip involved and I know enough already to know that such an event would NOT end well, especially since I was to be driving my beloved’s car. Definitely nappies for THAT trip. After the early morning drop-and-kiss at the airport (you have 30 seconds before a parking storm-trooper strides purposely towards you with a clipboard), I needed to head about 1.5 hours drive up the coast to supervise some works at our other house in a Rearz Inspire+ Mega. The Rearz saw abundant, full use of the course of the day. I never even made it from the airport to the city limits without needing to wet it a little. When I came home early evening that day however took it off, had a shower and replaced it with a thin, close-to-useless, underwear-styled pull-up that I had laying about. I used a pull up because: (a) I couldn’t find my last known remaining pair of underpants (b) It was yet another rain-soaked weekend and I was trying to minimise washing, just in case accidents happened I then proceeded to pee in the toilet by sharp necessity every 60 minutes until bedtime. It wasn’t much pee but the urges went from “none” to “toilet NOW” in as little as 10 minutes. I then went to bed in that same (dry) pull-up. It was unlikely that this pull-up would handle a full-on bedwetting but I punted that it had enough to let me get away with at least one “leak” and I could just change it out for any further nocturnal emissions. I needed to avoid having to wash pee-soaked bedding as it was yet another rain-addled La Nina weather weekend. A full on wet bed would be a logistical problem. I woke suddenly at 2:24am and realised I was about to pee. I leapt out of bed and made a beeline for the toilet where ensued, a very slow and weak pee in the socially conventional location. It looked like however under the harsh glare of the bathroom light that I was possibly a little late to the game. I’d found my “equipment” was a little wet already upon extraction and there was a small wet spot at the inside front of my pull-up. I think it must have been a pee squirt that woke me whereupon I remembered that I wasn’t supposed to be doing that. I had to get up and pee again at 4:30 and again at 7am which sucked. I thought my pull-up was basically dry next morning but pulling it for a rather novel “upon arising” pee, I found the crotch to be suspiciously yellow at the front and that the wetness markers had disappeared there. It certainly wasn’t VERY wet but it had seen *some* action. I’m not sure if that was the fugitive squirt that happened at 2:30 before I’d actually realised what was about to happen (which would have to have been much bigger than I’d thought) or if there’d been some minor leakage later, or both. The next day was more of the same: I had to pee hourly with urgency. Each pee episode was weak, small and preceded by a veritable Mariachi band of urges. I didn’t bother trying to hold on to see if I would wet myself. I knew I would before long, that the process would be painful and trigger yet more washing. It was a pretty annoying day really, not helped by the fact that I was painting a garage. At some point during the day however, Queensland’s autumnal pollen-dump arrived bringing on my usual allergic reaction. After enduring a slightly sniffy and red-eyed hour or so, I sneezed violently, and unexpectedly. I also unexpectedly-and-simultanously squirted into my pull-up. I felt it plain as day and the perfunctory check for a wet spot in my pull up (there was one) was a mere formality. The weird thing was that I didn’t even need to pee! THAT’S new. I don’t have a post-partum body. I’ve leaked whilst coughing before but that’s always been in the context of being in, or close to, my “drip and dribble” zone whereby I’ve relaxed my pelvic floor and allowed myself to use my nappies near-reflexively. This was NOT the case here. I was concentrating on being continent and was (up until the sneeze), perfectly dry and wet myself a tiny bit uncontrollably anyway. I then went to bed that evening and proceeded to keep my pull-up dry all night be dint of being awoken by my bladder to get up and pee every two to three hours. As far as I could tell, I did not sleep wet at all overnight. Then Sunday arrived: another day of hourly peeing. How very, VERY tiresome. Mercifully, Sunday night rolled around and I taped myself into a BetterDry, fell into bed, woke up needing to pee at 2am and did so this time without getting up. I don’t remember any further pee events until Monday so presumably (on night 3), bedwetting returned. So that’s what things look like. That’s after 5 non-stop years of nappies and avoiding any bladder control. It’s not much of a result really: unreliable bedwetting and some frequency/urgency during the day. I guess you’d call it “dependency”. Perhaps instead of the “12 Month Guide” they should call it the “12 Year Guide” because that’s what the glide slope here looks like. This, after no less than 5 years of uninterrupted nappies. On that slight pee-whiff of failure, I’ll defer commenting further on the 5 year anniversary until another time…

I am frankly not upset about the discount or the way it works. I am upset that it was not stated. There was no small print to read. I wasn't mad that the diapers weren't discounted after buying boosters. I added 2 cases of diapers and 2 cases of boosters and both the cases of boosters were discounted. That is when I had to go look up what the T&C were and couldn't find them anywhere.

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Thats more or less standard. If you read the small print, in most cases they will say equil or lower priced item will be the discounted item. Else someone would go to the grocery store with that sorta sale, buy a 10 cent bit of candy, and expect to get a 50 dollar steak for free

Chapter 6 : Goodbye Cleveland, for Good! So we’re finally to the part of the story where we leave my old life behind. So are we leaving Cleveland yet? Not quite, my JJ Little Besties. This is my story, so enjoy the ride where I take you to the day of my flight back to Cleveland with my twin and lifelong best friend, Jen. Jen and I were both at a small food court at Philadelphia International Airport (PHL). We just picked up a quick lunch from Dunkin’, and I sank my teeth into my sausage egg and cheese breakfast sandwich. Jen got the same thing as me, which surprised me. Maybe she wanted me to feel better about earlier? I don’t know. Earlier? So what happened, Jillian? Well, since you’re so nice about it, I’ll tell you. Back about an hour ago, Jen and I arrive at the airport at around 12:30 PM. Our flight was AAL1549. A nonstop flight leaving Philadelphia International Airport at 3:00 PM and arriving at Cleveland Hopkins International Airport at 4:34 PM. Prior to checking in at our gate, we had to scan our carryon bags at the TSA checkpoint. I had a luggage bag that I borrowed from Jen and my purse. Jen had just a matching luggage bag and her purse. I nervously smiled as we both got in line. My sister Jen could sense the nervousness in my eyes. She pat me on the shoulder and whispered into my ear. “What’s wrong, Jill? Are you worried that they’ll see your night time diapers in your luggage?” I nodded, my face now turning red. “Yes. Can’t they respect my privacy?” All my sister could do is smile at me and give me a hug. But it really wasn’t helping in making me feel any less nervous… Finally, it was my turn. I got to the checkpoint and emptied all of my pockets. Jen was wearing a dress so she didn’t have any pockets to empty. All I had were a few bucks, some loose change, and some extra tissues. I stuck all this in the tray and placed my carryon bag and purse on the conveyor. As we walked past the conveyor, I stepped on a metal detector. Nothing happened when I stepped on it so I was good to go. I thought I was in the clear, until a TSA person walked up next to me. The TSA person was a short woman who smiled at me. She pointed at the picture that she saw when they looked at the contents of my bag. “Are those diapers?” My face grew red with embarrassment. “They are!” I whispered back. “What’s your business in humiliating me?” But the TSA woman gave me an understanding smile. “It’s okay, hun. Your bag is not the first one I have seen of that. It’s more common than you think. Lots of women have that similar problem, including me dear…” That was quite enough. “Please stop,” I told her, my face about to explode. But nothing phased the TSA woman, who was still as cool as a cucumber. She smiled again and waved me through. I hurriedly picked up my carryon bag and purse and took all my contents from the tray on the other side. I stuffed the money and tissue back into my pockets and waited for my twin sister to pass over to where I was. A moment later, Jen approached me with her carry on and purse and gave me a pat on the shoulder. “I saw the whole thing,” she whispered. ”Really Jill. It’s really nothing to be ashamed of. About 40% of women our age experience some form of incontinence.” I scowled. “That’s not helping, sis! That means that 60% of women our age are fine. That includes YOU…” Jen sighed as we made our way past the checkpoint. So what did we do with that extra time? We walked around a few stores, but we didn’t buy anything. After that, we got lunch at Dunkin’. And that’s where we are now. So where was I? Aw yes. I was biting into that sausage egg and cheese breakfast sandwich and my tastebuds exploded with that hot and delicious goodness. Jen had a smile on her face and pointed to her sausage egg and cheese breakfast sandwich. “I betcha that I can finish my breakfast sandwich before you!” I laughed. She hasn’t even taken a bite yet! Challenge accepted! I took another generous bite of my sandwich before she could even take her first one. She was halfway through her breakfast sandwich by the time that I put the last piece in my mouth. I chewed and then swallowed. “I win!” At that point, Jen had the rest of her sandwich in her mouth. Her mouth was full of breakfast sandwich and a few moments later, she was finished eating hers. “Done with mine!” I gave Jen a playful nudge. “You should’ve waited until BEFORE I took my first bite if you wanted it to be fair!” Jen gave me a smirk. “I just wanted to see you smile, Jill. Mission accomplished!” After taking out the trash from our breakfast sandwiches, we put our purses around our shoulders and wheeled the carryon in one hand while we held our large Dunkin’ mocha espressos in our other hand. The time was 2:37 PM. Having already used the bathroom before eating at Dunkin’, I was good to go. About 20 minutes later, we boarded our gate at A7. It was an American Airlines flight instead of Delta, so that’s why the terminal was different. I got to my seat with Jen and we placed our carry-ons in the overhead compartment while we kept our purses at our seats. I guzzled down my mocha espresso, which was warm instead of steaming hot at this point. But unlike me, Jen just casually sipped hers. The plane took off and we were enroute to Cleveland. It would take about an hour and a half to get there. While the plane was flying, I just made small talk with my sister. She talked about work while I talked about finding work. And speaking of that, I would like to find something. My sister wouldn’t let me pay for a single thing while at the airport. She paid for my carryons and my Dunkin’ so far, and she’ll be paying for the hotel this weekend. After almost an hour passed, I was struck with a horrible reminder of that espresso that I chugged down earlier. I pressed both of my hands against my crotch. Oh. My. Gosh. I really have to pee! I glanced at my sister Jen, who was still holding a partially full cup of her Dunkin’ espresso. “Um…” I stammered, feeling very uncomfortable at this point. “Jen? Do you have to pee?” Jen smiled, but then gave me a face that felt sorry for me when she saw me pressing my crotch again. “Jill, you should know better than to drink an ENTIRE large coffee before a plane ride. That’s 227 milligrams of caffeine that’s now in your pelvic region. Now to answer your question, I DO have to go, but not as bad as you. I can hold it until we get to Cleveland. But it looks like you will have an accident at any moment. You better hope that the bathroom is available!” I nodded, and quickly unbuckled my seat. Oh no…I pressed my hands to my crotch again as I entered the aisle. As I was hurrying down the aisle, I saw a mother with a little daughter sitting in her lap. Lucky kid! If you have an accident, your mommy can just change you! If I have an accident, I will seriously die of humiliation on this plane. I hurry to the end of the plane, where I saw the bathroom. To my disappointment, there was already one person waiting outside. A young woman about 10 or 15 years older than me. Oh, come on! I’m seriously about to piss myself! When the young woman saw me pressing on my crotch, she gasped. “Oh dear…” She said, looking at me. “You go first! I have to go, but not THAT bad…” I nervously smiled and thanked the woman. “Thank you! Now, if the person inside could hurry up…” Minute by minute passed, each one seeming like an eternity. The pressure increased on my bladder, and I groaned as I felt the sharp pain in my pelvis. Then…Oh my goodness! What I dreadfully feared started to happen. My body convulsed and my underwear was soaked in seconds. A patch of pee began running down my pants and my legs as I began to cry. “Oh no! OH GOD NO!!!!!!” The pee kept dripping down my legs until a puddle began forming on the floor. The woman that was waiting for the toilet backed away from me. “Um…” The somewhat older woman said. “I’m very sorry. I’ll get someone to clean this up…” I nodded, as tears began running down my eyes, and the pee continued to run down my legs. The puddle grew and grew, until I stopped going. And right after that, wouldn’t you know it! The bathroom door opened and a college-aged guy walked out. “Oh…” he said gasping when he looked at me. “Uh…I’m sorry!” I shook my head and waved my fist at him. “Do you think SORRY is going to clean all this up? Just look what you did! You took SO LONG that I pissed myself! I PISSED MYSELF!!!!” After that, I began to sob uncontrollably. This scared away the college aged guy, who hurried back to his seat. Moments later, the slightly older woman was back with a flight attendant, who had at least four or five towels. Everyone else had their eyes focused on me. One younger woman looked toward me, almost crying. “You poor thing! Do you need some new clothes? I have plenty of clothes in my carryon that can fit you.” Another younger woman in the seat behind her nodded. “I got a change of clothes too if you want some. That’s gotta be very embarrassing…” I was still in tears as the slightly older woman was helping the flight attendant sop up the puddle of pee that was near my feet. It didn’t matter how many people were offering their change of clothes to me. I was mortified. I was traumatized. And I was paralyzed. I sat on the floor in my pee-soaked pants and shirt and continued sobbing uncontrollably. The next thing that I noticed was a soft tap on my shoulders. It was my sister, Jen. “Jill?” She said with a gasp. “I heard the commotion. I saw the flight attendant and it was just as I feared. Do you want my clothes, Jill? I will get them for you right away!” The slightly older woman (who definitely still had to pee) eyed my sister curiously. “Are you her sister?” Jen nodded. “We’re identical twins. To all of you kind people, thank you for trying to help my sister. But I got this now, so we’re all good. Do you want my change of clothes, Jill?” I sadly nodded, still crying a little with the tears I had remaining. A couple minutes later, Jen came back with a change of dry clothes: A pink pair of Victoria’s Secret underwear, a flashy expensive dress that her boyfriend bought (maybe Gary can get me something like this later), and a fresh bra. She handed me a plastic bag to use to put my wet clothes in. The slightly older woman kindly stepped aside and I entered the bathroom to change into the change of clothes that Jen gave me. Once in the bathroom, I removed all the wet clothes and wiped off the remaining pee around my legs before I put on the change of clothes. I put all the wet clothes in the plastic bag and started to put on the dry clothes. Tucked in the pink underwear was an Always Ultra-thin pad (Thanks Jen. I only have a purse that’s full of them!) I put those on and then my bra and…do you mind? I will skip to the part where I’m already dressed in my sister’s dry clothes and…okay. You can look now! I exited the bathroom holding the plastic bag that was full of my wet clothes with my face as red as a tomato. The slightly older woman looked at me and smiled. “You have a very nice sister.” She told me. “Don’t forget to thank her.” I nodded. “And…yeah. Thank you for…cleaning up…my mess?” She nodded. “You are welcome. Have fun in Cleveland!” I nodded as the woman entered and closed the door. As I walked back down the hallway, everyone glanced at me as if they knew who I was. Yeah. What a celebrity. Everyone. Feast your eyes on Jillian Jenners! The woman who just pissed her pants! Everyone. Enough! I hid my face and hurried back to my seat. Once back at my seat, I was met with my twin sister’s caring embrace. She took the plastic bag from me and placed it in the middle seat (fortunately, this wasn’t a full flight so the middle seat was empty. She then whispered in my ear. “Jill, wouldn’t it have been better if you wore one of your diapers?” I sighed and smiled. Yeah. That is a nightly problem and it’s slowly becoming something that’s very enjoyable. But peeing myself and publicly humiliating myself was not fun at all. Had I been in a diaper, I could’ve contentedly just sat there, filling my pants while I watched my sister grow uncomfortable from drinking all that coffee. About a half hour later, the plane was beginning its final descent into Cleveland. At that point, I glanced at my sister, who had a very uncomfortable look on her face. A few minutes later, the plane taxied down the runway and into the airbridge that led to the concourse. When it was our turn to leave the plane, we got our carryons out of the overhead compartment and got our purses. Jen stuffed my plastic bag of soaked clothes into her carryon and we left the plane and into the airbridge. At this point, my sister was beginning to increase her pace past me. “Hurry!” I shouted. “Hurry down the airbridge!” “It’s a passenger boarding bridge!” She corrected me as she began running with her luggage while doing the “I gotta go potty” dance. Excuse me! I didn’t know that we had to use the correct name. As we were hurrying down the “passenger boarding bridge”, I quickly googled airbridge and sure enough. What my sister called it was the official industry name. Well excuse me, miss smarty pants! Well, if she doesn’t hurry, she’s going to be called miss wet pants! Or dress, since she’s not wearing pants… Just to cut to the chase, my sister was a lot luckier than me. We exited gate C11. She made it to a bathroom and I waited for her to finish. After that, we left the airport with our luggage. We found the rental place and got into our temporary car for the weekend: A white 2019 Chrysler Pacifica. Jen checked the mileage and took a picture of it with her cellphone. She also took a picture of the fuel level and the range (which read 407 miles). After leaving the rental place, we drove to the apartment complex near Cleveland State University. It took about 15 minutes to get here from the airport, and we had not a moment to lose. It was almost 5:00 PM, and the landlord’s office closes at 6:00 PM. We got to the office and found out that Natasha (my old roommate) already moved out. The landlady told me that I only owed $1,900 for the early termination fee. My sister hands her a credit card and she processes it. After that, I just had to sign a few forms to finalize my termination. From this point forward, I had an entire week to move all of my things out of the apartment, or those assets would be seized by the landlady. Jen smiled, as we already had a game plan to take care of this. A mover would meet us at the apartments tomorrow morning to move everything out. They would then make the drive all the way to Philadelphia with all of the things and have everything dropped off at Jen’s (and now my) apartment by Monday afternoon. We smiled and left the office. And what’s next? Are we leaving Cleveland yet? Not yet, my JJ Little Besties. First of all, the story continues with my sister driving me to the Hilton Garden Inn near the Cleveland Hopkins International Airport. That took another 15 minutes to get to the hotel. My sister parked the white 2019 Chrysler Pacifica and I glanced at the hotel. It was a nice seven story hotel with plenty of rooms (my sister had to chime in and tell me that it was 168). We entered the hotel with our carryon luggage. We checked in at the front desk and were each given our own room keys. I glanced at the card to see what we got. “Jill, we’re in room 522.” Jen said, grinning. I nodded and smiled. “That’s almost towards the top…” We took our luggage to the elevators and just found a door that opened. We entered and my sister pressed “5”. We got off on the 5th floor and wheeled our luggage down the hallway to room 522. We found room 522 and I did the honors. I slid my card into the slot and pulled it out. The light flashed and the door unlocked. We entered the room to find two queen size beds, prepared just for us. There was a desk, a refrigerator, plus a Keurig coffee maker. All the standard amenities that you would find in a hotel room. Since my sister and I were hungry, we took the elevator back down to the 1st floor and checked out the Garden Grille & Bar. There was an ala-carte dinner, so we took advantage of that. We each got a French dip and washed that down with a water. We then bought some items from The Shop. A couple ice cream sandwiches and a bottled water. We took the desserts and water up to our room and called it a night. Now for my favorite part! I entered the bathroom and unzipped my carryon. I removed my sister’s pink Victoria Secret underwear and used Always Ultra-Thin pad and got out a diaper. I diapered myself and put on my night gown. I zipped up my carryon and left the bathroom with it. Jen then looked at me and smiled. “All diapered, sis?” She gave me a pat on my diapered bottom. “Yup!” I said with a smile. “Now, I’m going to enjoy my ice cream sandwich and brush my teeth…” My sister just changed into her clothes quickly. It didn’t matter that I was in the same room. She quickly changed into her nightgown. I still looked away to give her some privacy, though… When Jen was in her night gown, she joined me in eating her sweet and savory snack. She opened up her ice cream sandwich and ate it. After that, we brushed our teeth, flossed, and used mouthwash. I then grabbed my bottled water and got into my comfy queen size bed. My sister opened the drawer and got out a Gideon Bible. She read it for a while as my eyes started to become harder and harder to stay open. Finally, they closed. Then, like clockwork, I woke up right at 2:18 in the morning, in the middle of my bladder emptying. This was the very reason why I wore these diapers to bed every night. But man. It felt so good to feel my bladder empty into my diaper like that. To contrast my embarrassing accident on the plane, this was a much more pleasant experience. I smiled, as I felt the SAP powders gelling up to form a warm, wet, and squishy diaper. I squished around in it for a while and “played” in it. When I got my fill, I fell asleep. Tomorrow was moving day, so I wanted to be ready for that… I woke up to hear the sound of my sister stretching. It looks like she is doing her Pilates again. I’m sure that she didn’t ask me this time since we’re on vacation, and she didn’t want to disturb my rest. My eyes squinted and I fell back asleep. I woke up again and felt that my diaper was now very soaked. Did I wet it a little more in my sleep this morning? It was 8:21 in the morning, and my sister was all showered and dressed, scrolling through something on her cell phone. When Jen saw me sitting up with my eyes opened, she smiled. “Good morning, Jill.” She said with a grin. “Did you sleep well? Are your bedsheets dry?” I laughed and pointed at my groin area, where my sopping wet diaper was. “The bedsheets are dry, but my diaper is soaking wet. One more drop of pee and it will probably leak.” Jen gasped. “Then get out of that wet diaper and get a shower. Also, you do not want to be in something wet like that for too long or you will get a rash. I’m glad that you have dry sheets though…” I went and got my shower and put on my clothes for the day. I put on the Princess shirt that I wore on my date with Gary and my other pair of jeans, since I soaked my one pair on the plane. That reminds me. Where is that bag? After getting out of the shower, I glanced at my sister. “Where is that bag of soaked clothes?” Jen nodded. “That bag? After my Pilates this morning, I went and got some breakfast in the lobby. After that, I washed all of your soaked clothes. Your shirt, your pants, and your underwear. They are currently drying right now.” I hugged my sister. “Thank you, Jen.” I then laughed and pointed at my hair. “Do you think that you can braid my hair?” Jen nodded. “Sure Jill! Do you want it to be the cute braids that I like to do when I go on my dates with Joey?” I nodded. “Heck! If they’re good enough, I might have to use them for my dates with Gary…” Jen laughed. “Oh, Gary would LOVE them! Yes, they look a little juvenile, but Joey always thinks that they cute! All done, Jill!” I looked in the mirror. Wow! These braids aren’t half bad! I gave my thumbs up to Jen, which made her smile. Jen then pointed to her cell phone. “Jill, I was looking at different things that we could do together, now that you live with me full time. With us being twins, how would you like to go to a twin convention?” I gasped. A TWIN convention? “Wow!” I shouted. “I didn’t know those things even existed!” Jen gave me a playful smile. “Oh, they do! Look!” Jen showed me the website of theTwins Days Festival. “From my research, Jill, it looks like there is a city called Twinsburg, Ohio. It was originally called Millsville and was first settled by Ethan Alling in 1817. But in 1819, a pair of twins from Killingworth, Connecticut named Moses and Aaron Wilcox purchased 4,000 acres of land and sold tracts at low prices to attract other settlers. They offered 6 acres of land for a public square and $20 to support the town’s first school under only one condition.” I smiled. “And what was that condition?” Jen grinned. “That the entire community change the name of the town from Millsville to Twinsburg.” I gasped. “It looks like they did that because it’s still Twinsburg to this day!” “Yes!” my sister said in agreement. “And even better than that, they decided to have a day dedicated to twins in 1976. This became the first year of the Twins Days Festival, and it has grown every year since then. This festival is recorded in the Guinness Book of World Records as the world’s largest gathering of Twins. Twins from all over the world come to this event, Jill. Do you wanna go?” I nodded. “Sign me up! I wanna do this Twins Days Festival thing!” Jen went to the home page, where she saw the date for the event. “Jill, this year’s Twins Days will be from August 4th to August 6th. The theme is Shiver Me Twinbers! I think that means that we have to dress up as pirates, or something related to that theme. Hmm…What movies do we know that have females portraying pirates?” The lightbulb went off in my head. “Pirates of the Caribbean! Wasn’t Elizabeth Swann a pirate?” Jen nodded. “Yeah. I don’t know if I want to be Elizabeth Swann. What about…yeah! Peter Pan? There’s a girl named Wendy Darling!” “Yeah!” I shouted. “So are we going to go as Wendy?” Jen nodded. “Don’t worry about the costume, Jill. I will buy everything that we need to be Wendy. Making costumes was something that I used to do a lot in high school, so this is going to be fun!” I grinned. “Won’t we need the right makeup?” “Yes. And the right hair color. We will need to color our hair to look like her. And Jill, we will need to watch all the Peter Pan movies every day, one week out from the event…” I laughed. “Don’t you think you’re taking this too far?” “No!” Jen said defensively. “If we’re going to be Wendy Darling, then we need to become her! We need to get into character!” I sighed. “Okay. I’ll get into character for your sake…So yeah. Let’s sign up!” Jen signed both me and her up for the 2023 Twins Days Festival. From the confirmation email, it looks like we are the 1,254th set of twins to register. We would be going on both Friday and Saturday, using Sunday as an extra day to spend in Twinsburg before coming back on Monday. At the same time, she found a hotel for us to stay at in Twinsburg. The Hilton Garden Inn! Wow! What a coincidence! Twinsburg has a Hilton Garden Inn? If it’s anything like this one in Cleveland, I know that we’re going to have an awesome hotel. Jen made reservations for us to stay at the hotel from August 4th to August 7th. That would be three nights at the hotel. After Jen registered us for the Twins Days Festival and reserved our rooms, we went down to the lobby so that I could have my breakfast. It was a continental breakfast and I had some Golden Grahams with a strawberry yogurt. After the breakfast, I followed Jen out to the parking lot and we entered the white 2019 Chrysler Pacifica. Jen drove me back to my apartment near Cleveland State University, where a moving van was there, ready to move everything to Philadelphia. The time was 9:58 AM and we were scheduled to meet them at 10:00 AM. So we were right on schedule. Jen and I spent the next couple hours moving my things into the moving van. When everything was moved in, Jen talked to the movers and shared her financial information with them, so that her credit card would be charged the day that they finish the move and drop all the boxes off inside Metro City Apartments in Philadelphia. After that discussion, I said goodbye to my empty apartment and I entered the Pacifica with Jen. We drove to the land lady’s office and dropped off the keys to the apartment. It was now official. All of my belongings were headed for Philadelphia so I can officially say goodbye to Cleveland. But my sister and I didn’t say goodbye right away, as we would be getting on a flight back to Philadelphia tomorrow morning (we had a 10:00 AM flight to catch). That means that we had the rest of the day to spend in Cleveland. Jen then gave me the look in the car and smiled. “Jill? I know that it’s about a month away. But would you like to go down and check out Twinsburg? It’s only about a half hour away! Besides, we have ALL DAY to spend around Cleveland before our flight takes off at 10:00 AM tomorrow morning…” Now my sister has a point there. How could I pass up such a wonderful opportunity? “Let’s do it,” I told her. “Let’s tour Twinsburg!” And that was just what we did. My sister drove the white 2019 Chrysler Pacifica to Twinsburg and we toured the city. We drove by Twinsburg High School, which my sister pointed out would be the location where we would be having Friday activities. Just thinking about this convention got me excited. After we drove by the high school, we found the township square on Church Street and Ravenna Road. All this was very neat to look at before the convention even started! Jen looked at me and pointed around us. “Jill! From the Twins Days Festival Facebook group that I’m following, there is going to be a Double Take Parade on Saturday morning. We would be lining up for the parade right here in the township square! And with more than 1,000 sets of twins expected to be in the parade, it’s going to be a big one…” I nodded and felt my stomach. It was 1:22 PM. Since having breakfast and moving everything out of my apartment, we still haven’t gotten anything to eat. “Where should we go?” “Let’s see…” Jen said, as she looked at her phone for places to eat nearby. “Oh! Jill! They have a Sheetz!” I shrugged my shoulders. “What is a Sheetz?” “Jill, it’s a gas station that has awesome food! Sheetz was the first gas station that originated food that was made to order. I used to eat there all the time when I went to school at Penn State! It’s very good fast food and the quality is amazing! The problem is that they don’t have any Sheetz near Philadelphia. The nearest one is about 40 miles away…” Well, that was an easy one! Knowing that my sister couldn’t steer me wrong (she already proved that with that DELICIOUS Philly Cheesesteak!) I grinned. “Why not?” I told her. “Let’s go to Sheetz! I have a different place that I ate at all the time when I went to Cleveland State University, but we’ll talk about that during lunch.” My twin sister nodded and we got back in the Pacifica. She drove it to the Sheetz on Aurora Road in Twinsburg. Once inside, I saw there was no one to take our order, but a terminal that we used to take the order instead. At my terminal, I placed my order. I got a Big Moz with Boom Boom Sauce, Guacamole, Jalapeños, and Bacon. My sister Jen peeked at my order from her terminal so that she could get the same thing as me. Afterall, we were twins ordering lunch in Twinsburg so our orders had to match! And what appetizers did I get with that? Having glanced at the various different options, I decided on the jalapeño popporz. For my drink, I decided to go with frozen coffee and got a frozen caramel brownie mocha. Jen smiled at me, as she finished up her order. I placed my order and got a ticket to hand to the cashier. I then went over to Jen’s terminal. She was just finishing placing her order. “Did you get the same thing?” Jen nodded. “Yup!” Both Jen and I went over to the cashier with our tickets. The female cashier scanned our tickets and Jen paid for both her order and mine. The cashier gave Jen the change and handed her a receipt. Just then, a pair of twins that looked about our age approached us. They were women, and they were both dressed alike in orange summer dresses with blonde hair. “Hi!” the twin on the left shouted. “I’m Tina!” “I’m Trisha!” the other twin shouted. “Nice to meet you! It’s always fun to see other twins around here.” “Are you in the area?” Tina asked me and Jen. “Trisha and I live in Macedonia.” “Macedonia?” Jen gasped. “Isn’t that a country?” “It is, but we don’t live there!” Tina shouted. Both Tina and Trisha laughed. “Macedonia is a city about 4 miles west of Twinsburg. We’re actually hunting for apartments around Twinsburg…What brings you two here?” Jen nodded. “Oh! My sister Jill used to attend college at Cleveland State University.” I nodded. “Yup! We just finished moving all my stuff out of my apartment and decided to check Twinsburg out.” Both Tina and Trisha smiled. “It’s a nice place!” Tina told us. “Yes!” Trisha told us. “We both lived here our entire lives!” “We went to high school here in Twinsburg and our family lives here too!” Tina said, grinning. “Where are you and Jill moving to?” Jen smiled. “It’s Jill that we’re moving. I live in Philadelphia and she has already moved in with me. This trip is just to move her things to my apartment.” Tina nodded and gasped. “Philadelphia? Both I and Trisha have boyfriends near Philly! So why are you in Twinsburg? Let me guess…You are checking it out before the festival next month?” “Yes!” Both I and Jen said in unison. At this, we all laughed at my and Jen’s perfect timing. “Awesome!” Tina said, laughing. “What you just did with Jill. Trisha and I do that all the time! So you’re going next month? Did you get your hotel? We both nodded. “Hilton Garden Inn.” I told them. Tina grinned. “Nice! If you’re staying there, I recommend eating at the Blue Canyon Kitchen & Tavern. It’s a very nice restaurant and they have very good drinks…” I shook my head when I heard the word “drinks”. Jen looked at me and nodded. “Um, Jill doesn’t do drinks.” I nodded. “Let’s just say that I recently had a bad experience with them…” Trisha gasped. “You did? That’s too bad…” Tina looked at both of us again. “Are you both single? Both of us found our boyfriends at the Twins Days Festival!” Trisha nodded. “Yeah! They’re the ones that live near Philly! They’re identical twins just like we are!” Jen shook her head. “Neither I nor Jill are single. We both have boyfriends!” After that, Jen’s face lit up. “Jill and I are also identical twins! So, how long have you been going to the Twins Days Festival? It doesn’t look like it’s your first time…” Tina and Trisha exchanged glances and nodded. “Well, we both turned 23 in May. This would be our 24th Twins Days Festival!” Both I and Jen gasped. “24th?” I shouted. “Wait a second!” “That would mean that you both attended Twins Days since you were babies!” Jen shouted in disbelief. Tina nodded. “It’s true. Both of our parents have taken us every year since we were born. We even got to be in the Royal Court a few years ago…” That’s when I heard my order number being called. Both I and Jen looked at Tina and Trisha and smiled. “Are you having lunch here?” I asked them. “We can keep talking, but Jen and I need to get our food.” “Yup!” Tina nodded in agreement. “Trisha and I still need to order ours…” “We’re hungry!” they both shouted in unison. I glanced at their perfectly matching clothes. “Do you dress alike every day?” Tina nodded. “Yes! All of our clothes always match! Even our makeup!” “And our underwear!” Trisha said, smirking. “Talk to you in a few!” they shouted in unison again. Both I and Jen were in awe as we went and got our Big Moz’s and Jalapeño Popporz, along with our frozen caramel brownie mochas. Both Jen and I started to eat our food. Minutes later, the twins that we just met sat next to me and Jen. Tina sat next to me and Trisha sat next to Jen. I’m guessing that Tina was the firstborn? I know that’s the case with me. “Firstborn?” I asked Tina. Tina nodded. “Yup! You have to be the firstborn too, right?” “Yup!” I said with a nod. We all continued talking about the Twins Days Festival next month and exchanged our phone numbers and added each other on our Facebooks and Instagrams. From the conversation, I learned that both Jen and I will need matching outfits for every single day that we’re there. While it’s not required, they explained that most twins follow this rule. And both Tina and Trisha were way ahead of us since they follow the rule every day. And from what they told me, they both attended the same college, both got the same degree (Nursing), and have always lived together. They both want to have a twin wedding with their twin boyfriends and all live in the same house. And with their twin boyfriends both having medical degrees, they are truly the perfect match. After Jen and I had our wonderful lunch with the Leeson Twins (I learned their last names from the long conversation) we said our goodbyes and left Sheetz Gas Station. I entered the white 2019 Chrysler Pacifica with Jen and we were both in awe. It was 2:45, so we decided to head back to Cleveland and kill some more time. We gawked and talked about the Twins Days Festival all the way back to Cleveland. That was only one set of twins out of the more than 2,000 we would see next month. To use up the rest of our day, Jen suggested that we check out the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in downtown Cleaveland, so we did that. Within a couple hours, we walked through all the exhibits, and it was time for dinner. We ate at a Wahlburgers, which was okay. It was no Capital Grille, but the food was way cheaper. After dinner, Jen drove me back to the Hilton Garden Inn, where we spent the rest of the day. We got some snacks and took them up to room 522. We ate them and laughed, after reflecting on the fun day that we had. Just as we were finishing the snacks, Jen’s cellphone rang. It was Tina. She shared with us the good news. Both Tina and Trisha found an apartment in Twinsburg. Surprisingly, it was right near Aurora Road, so they didn’t have to drive too far to get to it. The conversation was short. We both congratulated our new twin friends and the conversation ended shortly after that. I was tired, so I turned in early. I entered the bathroom with my luggage and diapered myself again (I love this part!) I then put my pajamas on and left the bathroom. When I exited, my sister was already in her pajamas and was comfortably laying in her bed, reading more of the Gideon Bible. I said good night to my sister and fell asleep. It was a good day for both of us. Now for the official moment that I say goodbye to Cleveland, my JJ Little Besties. Both Jen and I got up at 7:00 AM and we both got ready. We packed everything up and checked out just before 8:00 AM. Jen took the car to a nearby gas station and filled it up until it matched the picture that she took earlier. Jen used a credit card for the gas so she was able to match it perfectly. After that, she returned the car to the rental place and we entered the airport with our luggage. We went through the TSA with no problems and got to our gate, which was C9 this time. It was 9:30 AM, so we got there a half hour early. A half hour later, we boarded the plane. This time, I learned from my mistake. Both Jen and I agreed to not have any coffee until we got back to Philadelphia. We got to our seats and the plane took off. This time, everything was uneventful. Really, it was. Jen and I were kind of tired, so we kind of dozed off for half the flight. And if you thought that I was going to pee my pants during this flight, nope! I actually didn’t have to go at all, since I used the bathroom before I got on the flight. About another hour later, the plane touched down in Philadelphia and it connected to the “passenger boarding bridge”. When it got to Jen’s turn and mine, we took our luggage and got off the plane. We exited the PBB and we left through gate A5. From there, Jen took me back to her white Mercedes-Benz and she drove us all the way home to Metro City apartments. She parked the car in the parking garage and we took our luggage to the elevators. We went up to the 22nd floor and walked over to apartment 2202. We entered and unpacked. Gary then called me after I unpacked. I told him that I was tired and didn’t want to hang out with him today. We would hang out tomorrow for sure. And that’s it, my JJ Little Besties. That was my weekend trip back to Cleveland to get my luggage. Where I was able to say Goodbye Cleveland, for good! So what’s next in my journey? With the Fourth of July being the very next week, it was just around the corner. That Sunday night I came back from Cleveland, I sighed as I laid in my bed, all comfortable in my diaper. While it wasn’t wet yet, it was only a matter of time before the flood. Before Jillian Jenners pees yet another diaper. Since that red wine incident, my nighttime accidents have not stopped. And for the first time ever, I was actually happy that this accident has begun to permanently change my life. Because as I will find out later, it permanently changed my life for the better.

Because they'll still get sued .... Tykables started out as Snuggies. That didn't last long.

This will be the final chapter of the catchup of my over-writing frenzy. Hope y’all enjoy, chapter 26 and on will be Bethany and Ashley’s evening escapades, started writing 26 but it will be a minute, have a big event this weekend that is going to have me distracted but I hope to have more for you in the coming week. Chapter 25 Elizabeth was disconnected from the table and lifted down to her feet to stand next to Sharlese. It was her first time unrestrained and on both feet in her time so far that she was actually able to take in and fully compare herself. Elizabeth and Bethany were considered tall amongst amazons but Elizabeth found herself at best at eye level with Sharlese’s chest. Sharlese was truly a giantess, an extremely rare genetic variant of the Amazon genome, much more common than Ashley’s particular makeup but fairly uncommon. Even Max would have to look upwards a bit at Miss Sharlese which had Elizabeth in throws of awe and submission. She was so used to using her Amazon size to its advantages to overpower and overcome any and all problems but standing next to Sharlese she felt tiny. Both because she was shorter and because sharlese’s build was at least one and a half Elizabeth’s wide. “Come along.” Sharlese beckoned with a finger as she approached a secondary door inside of the nursery that Elizabeth had been curious about. Sharlese opened the door into an en-suite bathroom. There was a walk-in closet immediately inside the door on the right. Elizabeth peeked in and could see hangers loaded down with short dresses, long dresses, ridiculously puffy dresses, onesies, arrays of strappy leather items, a stockpile of diapers amongst the shelves in different variations and colour schemes. There were two black cabinets with the same locks as the crib and wardrobe, they were a little ominous with black roses, the stems covered in thorns, carved into the doors. There was another door at the end of the bathroom past the closet, it had a padlock running through a cast iron hinge sealing the door. Sharlese took note of her gaze and commented. “That is the water closet, you will be given limited access to the potty when you are a good girl as a reward.” Elizabeth noted that, clearly she would not be getting access at this point in time, she had noticed a bit of building pressure in her bladder and a toilet sounded nice after the constant string of diapers she had been in. Across from the closets was the shower and independent bathtub, both appeared to be extremely high end with extra nozzles and jets protruding from the surfaces of black granite with brass fittings. Sharlese opened the glass door of the shower for Elizabeth to step in. “You will need to be rinsed before your bath.” Sharlese followed her in which Elizabeth found a little odd then started pulling cables from the walls and floors to attach to the cuffs that were still on from the change. A button was pushed and the cable slack was snapped up before she heard the faint sound of electric motors behind the wall pulling her. She only resisted for a moment but they proved to be unyielding. She realised she was headed towards the position Bethany had put her in the previous morning, was she really going to be starting this morning with an enema too? The motors stopped when her palms were against the wall and her feet were spread to the outer edges of the shower which was a much wider split than she had done the previous morning. Sharlese pulled a plastic cap over Elizabeth’s hair and made sure it was all tucked in before a blindfold was pulled over her eyes. Elizabeth was left for only a brief moment before she felt something against her lips, it felt like the pacifier bulb which her body couldn’t resist for some reason. She regretted the decision when straps were pulled around her head and secured. “Since you refused your morning bottle, we will double it for your shower.” Sharlese said as a tube was connected to the front of the pacifier and a valve turned which let the sweet formula flow into Elizabeth’s mouth. She felt some shocks in her tongue and recognized she had just been fitted with a trainer pacifier to encourage her to suck down the formula. Some of the fullness had subsided at this point but a double serving of the massive bottle she had seen would surely pop her. Sharlese seemed to have stepped out of the shower but only for a moment before she felt something probing her back door. She let out a little yelp as something slid in and she could hear the sound of a pressure cuff pump bulb being squeezed. The object inside her expanded little by little until it became almost uncomfortable and she let out a little yelp. Sharlese gave the bulb two more pumps for good measure and dropped it, letting it swing between Elizabeth’s legs. The sound of the sliding glass door could be heard before she heard the hiss of steam being pumped into the enclosure as the coolness subsided and was replaced with the warm embrace of thick humid air. She heard the rush of water after a few minutes and felt multiple streams hit her body all at once from several directions. Finally what she dreaded most, the plug in her began to introduce warm water into her bowels. It seemed to be an automated enema as it would only pump in a small amount of water and then quickly evacuate it before adding a fresh supply. Each time it made a cycle it would increase the amount by a low percentage. This treatment went on for 15 minutes and Elizabeth couldn’t say she hated it. The water was warm and relaxing and honestly the enema felt refreshing. The thing she didn’t like was the constant stream of formula filling her mouth and the bloated tummy feeling she was getting from it. Her tummy was bulging out from the large serving of oatmeal and the heavy formula sloshing around inside her. It took away some of her physique and gave her the appearance of baby fat. Finally the water shut down and a flow of hot air was pushed through the shower to dry her skin. Sharlese must have stepped into the shower because she felt her pacifier being pulled away and her restraints being released, the blindfold leading the shower cap before she was helped out of the shower. Sharlese guided her to the tub where she stepped into the warm bubble bath that had been prepared. It smelled of flowers, not as sweet as something she’d use on a little but very fragrant. The nanny gently scrubbed Elizabeth’s skin with a soft loofah until she was practically glistening. Aside from the forced feeding and enema, Elizabeth imagined this must be how queens live, waited on and bathed by someone else. She’d gladly accept that bit of humiliation for this sort of treatment. Her hair was brushed before Sharlese used a cup to scoop water from the bath and gently pour water over her head. She used her hand on the girl's forehead to shield her eyes from the water as she wet her hair down. Shampoo was gently massaged into her scalp followed by a rinse and a second shampooing and rinse. Finally oils and conditioners were applied that had her black hair practically mirror-like and shiny beyond any regimen she had ever come up with. She was in such bliss that the growing pressure in her bladder and over-full feeling in her stomach seemed to flow down the drain with the spent water after Sharlese pulled the plug. She was helped out of the tub and stood on a mat while Sharlese dried her off with the softest, fluffiest towel she had ever felt. She really, really, really could get very used to this. She was guided out of the bathroom and back to the changing table. She knew she was coming to the end of her stay here and would have to return home in a diaper to avoid the wrath of the LCU and Bethany. Sharlese gave her a little lift onto the changing table, not that she needed any help, and pulled a strap across her chest, covering her nipples and giving her a bit of modesty. A diaper was pulled from under the table and unfolded before being slid under Elizabeth with her legs lifted by her ankles before being lowered back down onto the padding. “Master Guildroy has been in contact with Miss Bethany to let her know your whereabouts and safety and guarantee her that you will be promptly returned home in the conditions mandated by your commands. He also recommended that I ensure your journey home be memorable and enjoyable.” With that comment, Elizabeth felt Sharlese slide the large, well lubricated diaper trainer between her legs. She was immediately greeted with locking confirmation vibrations and pleasant fullness that elicited a soft moan and a flood of excited memories. She was quickly powdered and the diaper sealed. It was a similar diaper to the one that Elizabeth had sent with her in her purse but seemed a bit thinner. She was then released from the table and stood in the centre of the nursery. A tight bra was pulled over her head, sports bra esque but designed more so to look like a training bra. It was simple black with purple roses covering the fabric and it held Elizabeth’s large chest tight and removed any sort of bounce she may have had in a normal bra. Next was a dark purple onesie with a black lace Peter Pan collar and lace cuffs around her bicep and thigh. It would be pretty cute on its own but Elizabeth hoped she’d get a bit more than just a onesie. Around the waist was a stiff band of canvas that acted as a belt and the Amazon curves of her hips guaranteed that when Sharlese pulled it tight, it would be locked in place. An integrated strap that started at her belly button, connected to the belt, was pulled up between her legs and tightened. It held the soft padding of the diaper against her skin and sank in the trainer so that it didn’t have any chances of moving. The strap was wide between her thighs and despite being in a thinner diaper, the tightness of the padding bowed her thigh apart a little and she’d have to be conscious of the waddle it would generate. The pain in Elizabeth’s bladder reared its ugly head. Now that her diaper was covered by the onesie she couldn’t help but be tempted to relieve some of that pressure, especially with the trainer. She didn’t want to soak the diaper completely and have to ride home in a wet diaper especially when she didn’t know how long the ride would be. The Nanny held up the next article to be added to her ensemble, a pair of black short dungarees. The shoulder straps had some very mild frills same with the leg holes and the front panel had Max’s crest embroidered into the left breast in all black thread. As Elizabeth lifted her leg to step in she very carefully opened up her bladder to let a small trickle into the waiting diaper. The trainer kicked to life on a low hum and carried through until she clamped back down. She wasn’t expecting the trainer to chirp loudly from inside of her diaper, causing her to turn red as Sharlese looked up with a knowing expression from her squatted position holding the dungarees open for her to step into. “You must have a bit of experience with the trainer.” Sharlese smirked seeing Elizabeth’s flushed face. “It is very tempting to play with isn’t it. If you’re not careful, you’ll be begging for diapers in no time.” Elizabeth wasn’t sure she’d be begging necessarily to be in diapers but the thoughts of the previous orgasms she had with the trainer excited her and deep down she knew it already had a hold on her despite the fact that she had to wet a diaper to use it properly. The dungarees were lifted and pulled over Elizabeth’s hips before Sharlese stepped behind her and pulled the straps over her shoulders and snapped them behind her back in the unreachable spot between her shoulder blades with a very audible click. Elizabeth knew immediately that the click was a locking mechanism and that she was now trapped in the shortalls. “A driver has already left an envelope with the key at your sister’s apartment for you. She was guided over to a vanity mirror where she could take in the look. It was cute, not too childish but also not fully adult. The onesie just looked like an adult singlet she’d wear to have the tight tucked look. Her breasts were still noticeable but dramatically reduced by the tight bra. The legs of the dungarees were short and tight and hugged her thighs a little lower than her favourite pair of short shorts she wore on the weekend to taunt her little charges with adult clothing. The diaper underneath would only be noticeable from its soft rustle as she moved around but it wasn’t immediately visually apparent. She was sat in the chair of the vanity and Sharlese went about blow drying and styling her hair into a complicated Viking braid that started from the perimeter of her face with a smaller braids on either side of her head that ran back over her shoulder and a large braid from the top centre and back. Her bangs were combed out and curled over her forehead in a thin curtain that landed just above her eyebrows. Again it was very cute but somewhere in between the childish and adult aesthetic. Sharlese used a small micro razor and some tweezers to finely tune her eyebrows just a little into a thinner shape and went about applying makeup. Elizabeth didn’t know why she was getting such a treatment for just returning home but again, the luxury of being cared for and primped and preened felt nice. The pain in her bladder was back again and she decided to release just a bit more while she sat in the chair as Sharlese worked on her. The trainer kicked up the level and she had to stifle a gasp as it fired up to her release. She had to remind herself after regaining composure to stem the flow lest she soak the diaper too early. Again the trainer chirped and Sharlese gave her a little smile in the mirror as she drew on some wings from the corner of her eyes. A very light blush was added and quick sealing powder finished the job. She looked like a porcelain doll when Sharlese was done. Next were socks and shoes. Some black thigh highs with purple lace around her thigh squeezed the little bit of pudge over the elastic band and the ensemble was completed with a pair of purple Velcro trainers with a black sole that completed the outfit. “We are a bit behind schedule so if you will follow me down to the car we can leave promptly.” Sharlese said as she held out a hand for Elizabeth. Elizabeth gingerly pinched the nanny’s fingers and was led out of the nursery and downstairs to the courtyard she had walked across dressless the previous night. Outside was one of the large black SUV’s she had seen in the garage the previous night. A tweener gentleman stood by the rear passenger door and opened it for Elizabeth as the pair approached. Sharlese gave a quick ‘thank you’ then looked at Elizabeth who did the same shortly after realizing she needed to use her manners. Elizabeth was not fully prepared for what she saw behind the door of the SUV. The seat that was available to her was a large car seat. Part of the rear row of seats had been removed to make room for the Amazon sized carrier permanently affixed inside the cabin. An automatic step folded down and Elizabeth was guided to the door and up the step before Sharlese’s hands took her hips and guided her down into the seat. The series of straps that bound her to the seat were intense. One across her hips, below and above her breasts, one over each thigh, cuffs on both calves and ankles, wrists bound to the sides of the bumpers that came up to hug her hips along with straps over her biceps and one well padded wide strap around her neck. Blinder wings came around either side of her head which meant she wouldn’t be able to see out either window on either side and the SUV was built limousine style with a wall dividing the driver from the passengers with a wide blacked out window in the centre. The final strap was a crotch strap that Elizabeth knew was included because what car seat is complete without one. Sharlese gave it an extra tug which gained a gasp from Elizabeth as she felt it push down on her fun button and immediately understood why little’s like their crotch straps so tight in the car. Sharlese closed her door and startled Elizabeth a little when she entered the cab in the seat next to her from the other side. She leaned forward and pushed a small button on a built-in screen in front of the restrained girl and shut the car door. A moment later she felt the engine startup as the monitor in front of her booted up some little tv show. She didn’t really pay attention at first then boredom set in and she began watching more and more intently. It was kind of silly and the built in adult sub contexts and innuendo that would be over the heads of a little were quite funny. She found herself forgetting about the pressure in her bladder as the car moved down the road. So much so that when the episode ended and the screen popped up a display of Max’s face she startled a little and lost her grip and let out a longer than previous streams which fired the trainer up at a new level before she managed to get herself under control. “How’s my little Fox this morning?” Max asked and Elizabeth realised it was a video call and he had surely heard the chirp of the trainer. She turned red and looked down as far as the car seat would allow her head to tilt in embarrassment. “I’m very good.” Elizabeth replied after getting her breathing under control. “How was Miss Sharlese? I’m sorry I couldn’t be there this morning. Next time Daddy will be there to help out, I promise.” He said with a knowing smirk. “She is quite wonderful, very adept. Maybe I’d be as good a nanny as her if I had that much experience.” Elizabeth said a little excitedly. As she heard Miss Sharlese clear her throat next to her which made her blush. “That’s good to hear. I had a wonderful evening with you and would like to see you again. I’m going to be a bit busy for a couple of days and was hoping we could schedule another date.” Max said. Elizabeth blushed crimson at the flattery and tried to hide her face again. “I’d like that.” She practically whispered back. “But I need to talk to Bethany first and make sure it’s okay.” She spoke up a bit. “I’ve already spoken to her this morning and she said as long as you want to come out, you’re allowed to. So long as you’re a good girl at home though.” Max said, causing Elizabeth to blush at being treated like a little being picked up for a playdate. “Now, I believe I caught you in the middle of something. I have the trainer set to step up the vibration levels with every wetting. Sharlese has told me that you had two accidents already this morning with trainer and that would mean that was your third. The fourth will be at maximum power but if you just trickle like you have been I doubt it will do much for you. And if you have a full release after the fourth, it will only punish you for holding it. I suggest your next accident finishes the job but you may know better than Daddy and might need to learn a lesson.” Max explained. Elizabeth knew that realistically the third hadn’t really relieved enough pressure and her bladder was aching. Along with the thoughts of the sweet orgasmic release she’d get if she fully let go it was very tempting. “Do you want to have your accident away from daddy? Somewhere a bit more private like the elevator at the apartment, granted you may be stuck in the elevator with someone which could be hard to explain. I could also torment you, set the schedule for the vibrator to start delivering punishment shocks as soon as you step out of the car. Lots of fun options to choose from. I’ve asked the driver to drive very slowly and carefully because of the precious cargo in the back seat. The drive may take over an hour to get you back.” Max explained. He was devious and his dominant takes of control from Elizabeth had her in throws of submission. “Sharlese, could you be a doll and give Little Lizzie her pacifier.” Max asked as Sharlese pulled out a purple pacifier and slid it into Elizabeth’s mouth without a moment of hesitation. “I’ll let you get back to your cartoons but I will be keeping an eye on you with the cameras as I have been this whole time.” Max said which made Elizabeth’s eyes open wide in disbelief. “Yes, sweetie, I have the whole mansion covered in cameras and especially the nursery. I watched quite a bit of your morning while the boring old heads ran circles around each other in my meeting. I will say you look absolutely precious and I hope you enjoy your gifts. Enjoy your ride and listen to your nanny.” Max said before his camera cut away and the cartoons flipped back on. Elizabeth was a little nervous to act right away. Her bladder was begging for the release and her libido kept taunting her with horny thoughts of the intense orgasm she’d get for wetting. But she kept trying to push down those thoughts as she knew Max was watching and Sharlese was right next to her. Her mind justified that she had her first experience with the trainer right in front of her older sister and littles constantly were being watched as they wet themselves and made stickies in their nappies. She decided to focus back on the cartoons to distract her mind and that did an excellent job. She made it another ten minutes into the car ride before she suddenly started feeling wet between the legs. In fact she had released her bladder without noticing at all and her first instinct was to clench back down but she refrained when she felt the powerful max level trainer fire up. She couldn’t stop herself now even if she wanted to, it felt so good to wet her diaper. Her breathing accelerated through her nose and she closed her eyes as the waves of pleasure washed over her while she nursed the pacifier for comfort. She was in her own little world as she soaked herself and the trainer praised her for wetting. It praised her so well that she came twice before she was finished and lay limp in the restraints of the car seat. “Good girl little Lizzie, good girl.” Sharlese praised her as she came into view and gently patted Elizabeth’s brow with a small pink handkerchief. Elizabeth blushed as she realised she had just put on a show for both Max and Sharlese. A small text box popped into the corner of the monitor in front of Elizabeth with the praise “good girl, my little fox,” the sender information only read Daddy and Elizabeth would have passed out from blush overload at the praise from Max as she gave the pacifier a few involuntary suckles. Now that her diaper was wet and she was more sensitive from the orgasms, the crotch strap really began to do a number on her. Each little bump felt like a hill and she had all these tingly sensations in her tummy. The squish of the fully soaked and warm diaper added a strange sensation. She knew she was sensitive from her orgasms and the added moisture from her accident made her feel like she was excessively horny wet in her diaper. It was an interesting feeling and the crotch strap kept making itself apparent as she involuntarily tried to start grinding her wet padding into the strap. She tried to keep the moans low and act like she was watching the cartoons in front of her as she suckled the pacifier. “Is the strap too tight sweetie?” Sharlese’s question came out of nowhere and broke her train of thought as she froze. Elizabeth shook her head ‘no’ and blushed. A bump in the road caused her to groan into the pacifier as the strap dug into the diaper with a dip. Sharlese’s hand came to the strap and gently cupped Elizabeth’s soaked padding through her shortalls. “I can loosen it for you if it’s making you uncomfortable.” Elizabeth could hear the smirk in her voice, she’d do the same thing to littles in the car when shapperoning them around. Elizabeth tried to hold herself back but found her head shaking ‘no’ almost immediately in response. She blushed thinking about how far she had fallen, she was desperately horny, something about this submissive side of herself had her constantly on edge and the humiliating attention was almost too much. “Suit yourself little fox.” Sharlese said as she pulled away to sit back in her seat. Elizabeth went back to watching the cartoons and very carefully tried to grind into the strap undetected, completely forgetting there was a camera pointed right at her with Max more than likely watching on the other end. Then she had a thought, if she wet just a little more, maybe the trainer would stir her a little more while she ground on the strap, she figured she was pretty empty after letting go previously but tried to relax her muscles and let out some more flow. To her surprise, she felt the padding get warmer again and the trainer started up on the lowest setting again. With the strap of the car seat aiding she was able to bring herself to the edge again and pushed forward with all she had into the strap to bring herself over. She crumpled back into the car seat again as the trainer chirped to let everyone know what she had just done. “Best be careful little fox, I didn’t put you in a thick diaper and you’re probably already coming close to capacity. If I had known you were such a heavy daytime wetter as you were at nighttime I would have chosen more noticeable padding. I’d hate for you to leak and spoil your nice clothes, if we need to pull over at a rest stop to change you just let me know.” Sharlese said which caused Elizabeth’s cheeks to burn anew at the thoughts of being changed in public and the humiliation of leaking through a diaper. Luckily there wasn’t much of the journey left and Elizabeth was feeling content so the tight strap between her legs only kept the embers of her arousal at a low warmth so she didn’t feel the need to act as desperately. There was a familiar turn and bump as they pulled into the apartment’s underground garage and she felt the SUV come to a halt. She heard Sharlese’s seat belt unbuckle and her door open, a moment later Elizabeth’s door swung open and Sharlese reached in to start undoing the restraints. Elizabeth was helped out of the car and stretched a little when she got on her own feet. Sharlese had a black and purple bag slung over her shoulder that matched Elizabeth’s current aesthetic. As she looked at the bag it became apparent that it was a diaper bag and the colour scheme matching her own outfit would only mean one thing to others. Her legs were a little wobbly and Sharlese took her arm to help support her. “You might have played a little too much in the car sweetie, we’ll have to be careful with the next ride.” She said before she pulled the pacifier from Elizabeth’s lips and deposited it in her side pocket. Elizabeth had completely forgotten about the pacifier until Sharlese’s finger had hooked into the ring and pulled it from her mouth. “Now, do you know how to get back home from here?” Sharlese asked, looking down at Elizabeth who seemed to shrink a little with the nanny’s gaze. She nodded her head ‘yes’ bashfully. “Then lead the way, I need to have a word with your big sister and drop off your personal effects.” Elizabeth was a little stunned that she had to escort the nanny back to her sister’s apartment but looked up with determination and stepped forward. The soggy padding between her legs was cooling a bit and the added mass of her multiple wettings, big and small, made her unknowingly waddle a bit to keep the damp padding away from her skin. Sharlese watched from behind as her hips swayed and her slightly wider gate gave away the diaper to anyone who was keen, which for the most part was anyone who had ever seen a diapered little. The parking garage was empty and only one couple coming out of the second elevator caught a glimpse of Elizabeth who darted into their open elevator as soon as the doors opened. Sharlese pushed the floor button for the elevator, she knew where she was going all along but part of the mind games when working with a little or submissive was letting them have some control and charge. Elizabeth hadn’t even noticed that Sharlese had pushed the right button for the elevator as she leaned against the wall, staring at the floor with rosey cheeks. She’d realise later that she had been played once she got over the embarrassment of almost being seen but in the moment she was buried in her own thoughts in her head. The elevator rose and the doors opened, Sharlese “tsked” a little under her breath, hoping to have some other resident join them for the elevator ride to see the adorable blush of Elizabeth. Alas, they departed the elevator and Elizabeth made a speedy exit and moved down the hallway to Bethany’s door. “I’ll have to get you a harness and leash for next time if you’re going to take off without your nanny like that little Lizzie.” Sharlese quietly said as she caught up with Elizabeth. Sharlese knocked on the door for Elizabeth who was a blushing mess holding her dungaree’s straps tightly from the comment. Each time Sharlese made a move to embarrass her she seemed to regress a little bit further. ‘She is quite the catch Master Guildroy’ Sharlese thought to herself before the door opened.

Chapter 24 “Good morning Miss Lizzie, I am your Nanny, Sharlese.” The woman said with a smile and a slight foreign accent. Now that Elizabeth was wide awake she did another take of the woman. She was wearing a grey dress with the top above her chest and to her collar in pure white. The sleeves of the dress were very prestinely rolled up to just above her elbows and had been ironed flat into the sharpest, straightest edge possible. She had a maroon beret atop her head of pure white hair that was in a military style braid draped over her shoulder and was wearing glasses with perfect circle lenses just smaller than her eyes perched on her nose with their delicate wire frame. The chest of the dress had some sort of crest insignia embroidered on the right breast, a company logo that Elizabeth didn’t recognize even being a nanny herself. The woman was physically large, she wasn’t all toned muscle like Max but had a very matronly build. Her perfect appearance left a very dominant aura hanging in the air and her sapphire blue eyes looked down through the bars at Elizabeth asserting dominance without any action or word. “W-where’s Max Miss Sharlese?” Elizabeth was finally able to ask, still trapped in the cage of the crib and bound up in the sleeper. “He had to take an early morning meeting that he put off to be with you last evening. He has asked me to step in this morning to aid you in your morning routine. I am well aware of your particular circumstances little Lizzie. Now, would you like to get up, it is quite early still as the sun has just risen and we wouldn’t want a cranky baby.” Sharlese explained in her accent that Elizabeth still couldn’t place. Elizabeth was a bit taken aback being called a baby and little but a quick thought of the current predicament validated Miss Sharlese’s words with a blush. Elizabeth pondered for a moment if she was ready to get up but she was quite stiff from spending the night bound in the sleeper. She decided since she was being offered she might as well get up and her chances of falling back asleep with the nanny here were slim. She nervously responded “now would be good… nanny.” Elizabeth wasn’t sure how deep this scenario was. From her own experiences, she was accustomed to punishing littles for insincerity and lack of reform, clearly defining roles and following rules was the best course of action in this situation as she wasn’t ready for a morning spanking. “Very well.” The nanny responded before extracting a key from a hip pocket and opening the locks on the lid of the crib and dropping the side. She leaned over Elizabeth and with seeming ease and hoisted the diapered amazon from the crib onto her hip. Elizabeth was carried to the changing table of the nursery. A strap was brought across her stomach to keep her pinned to the table despite the bumpers that would keep her from rolling off. Sharlese pulled a pacifier from her pocket and slid the clean bulb into Elizabeth’s mouth without any fuss. It had a strange taste to it that reminded her of the previous night’s closing activity that honestly made her mouth water as she sucked naturally and blushed. Elizabeth began to look around the nursery for the first time with light now that she had a moment. The furniture of the room was all dark stained hardwood, close to black but not quite, it all had a reddish hue to it underneath the stain that with the right angle of lighting was very pretty. There was a large wardrobe in the corner with a key hole in the centre of the doors for the main cabinet and the foot drawers below each had the same. She looked at the crib next, the sheets were a dark forest green that reminded her of Max’s eyes and she noticed the three brass keyholes along the top rail that locked the lid down, it was the same design on the dresser. Elizabeth assumed the same key that Sharlese had used to free her from the crib would unlock everything in here. There was a large vanity near the wardrobe. It matched the other furnitures’ aesthetic or stained wood and instead of series of bulbs to outline the mirror as was common, there were fake candles with candle shaped bulbs. There wasn’t anything on the top of the vanity desk which Elizabeth assumed meant that everything was stored in the drawers away from prying eyes and curious hands. Specifically her curious hands and prying eyes. There was a large black rocking chair towards the foot of the changing table. With a green velvet cushion and backrest, again in the same colour as the crib’s sheets. Each piece of furniture was covered with delicately carved gothic style accents that matched the crown moulding around the ceiling of the room. The walls were a light grey that complimented the black and green theme along with the creamy white carpet and ceiling. She had only caught a glimpse of the rug in the centre of the room but Elizabeth knew the forest green emblem had to be Max's family seal. It all gave Elizabeth a tingly sensation in her tummy, she was sure she had grown out of the goth phase but the unique nursery was unlike any she had seen before and the gothic Lolita aesthetic resonated with her despite never having been able to dress that way with work and school. She secretly had a whole Pinterest board dedicated to the theme and her black hair and golden eyes would be a perfect match. It felt mature but at the same the outfits were so cute and little esque just in dark bold colours as opposed to the bright pastels that littles wore. Miss Sharlese undid the first restraint binding Elizabeth’s arm but kept a hold on her wrist to keep her from extending her arm. Slowly and methodically, the nanny began to massage Elizabeth’s arm from the shoulder to the elbow with her free hand slowly let her arm extend while working down. The massage felt glorious and Elizabeth felt like she was melting at the deep muscle soothing. As her arm was fully extended she could tell that the massage was much needed, being bound during the night had her cramped up and if she had just extended her arm immediately after release she knew she’d be in pain. The process was repeated with her other arm and then her legs. The fabric of the sleeper encasing her felt luxurious throughout the process and she would’ve found herself falling back asleep to the massage had she not been so self conscious of her current situation and completely red in the face. A practical stranger she had spent the night with had hired another stranger to be her caretaker. It seemed a little absurd and the Nanny not even flinching to the sight of an Amazon in a crib was a little questionable. “You may ask a few questions and I will try to answer within my bounds.” Miss Sharlese explained as she bicycle pumped Elizabeth’s legs up into her chest how a parent may for a baby to induce a bowel movement, the plug would ensure against that but Elizabeth would be lying if she said that it didn’t feel like it was increasing the pressure in her backside. Sharlese had seen the expression on Elizabeth’s face and was astute enough to recognize pondering. She had also been told the bounds she was to work in and had thoroughly read the contract she had signed with the owner of the international shipping agency that supplied her foundation with materials. She had had her suspicions about him and had been waiting for the day he called her up for her services. “Who do you work for?” Elizabeth finally formed her first question while her arms were worked in helicopter motions at the elbow to restore rotation, staring at the emblem on the nanny’s chest still trying to decipher the embroidered logo. The nanny noted the adorable lisp the pacifier created in the Amazon charge’s mouth and smiled a little. Sharlese giggled a little at the question before her response. “I am on assignment and on loan to Master Guildroy from the White Lotus Foundation.” The logo made sense now to Elizabeth who could see the flower design within the image but it was still a very complex logo and Elizabeth knew there was something more to it. The strap holding her down was undone and she was flipped onto her stomach for access to the panel sealing the zipper of the sleeper. Elizabeth turned her head to the side, looking away from the nanny to ask her next question. “Am I… am I your first Amazon charge Miss Sharlese? Is it strange or weird that an Amazon woman is in diapers being treated as a baby?” She asked a little hesitantly. “I’m not allowed to fully disclose that particular information but no, you are not my first Amazon. I also don’t find it strange or weird as you put it to have an amazon charge. Everyone has needs, wants, and different upbringings that lead to different development. From what I can tell, you slip into this role very easily and from my experience that’s an upbringing that speaks of growing up too fast and neglect. This side of you is a defence mechanism and outlet for relaxation and release from the burdens you have been saddled with.” Miss Sharlese explained, hitting the nail right on the head and bringing up the dream Elizabeth had had overnight. “The White lotus foundation only works with willing participants whether they be little, tweener, or amazon. I, or a member from my group, will be your trainer in a way to help you accept your position below Master Guildroy and determine what your limits and boundaries are. Some things are non-negotiable but I will help you accept those things.” The nanny explained simply while giving Elizabeth more to digest. The zipper was brought down quickly which allowed the cool air of the nursery into the sleeper and a shiver to run down Elizabeth's spine. She was flipped back over and her arms extracted from the garment and pulled down exposing her chest. Her legs were lifted next and the feet of the sleeper were pulled until it was free and discarded into the laundry hamper, leaving Elizabeth in just her wet diaper that caused her hands to come up and cover her blushing face while she nursed the pacifier a little more aggressively. Elizabeth had formed her next question by this point. “What sort of things are non-negotiable to Max?” She asked a little worried that it may be things that are too far out of her comfort zone to accept. “To answer that you will have to experience it.” Miss Sharlese explained. Elizabeth was a little frightened by the response but she didn’t really have a choice in the matter. She had no clothes, she was still in a diaper and plugged which had built up an obscene amount of pressure in her bowels overnight. She was at the mercy of the nanny and just based on how prestigious and professional this woman seemed along with her clear advantages she didn’t really have any option otherwise. She really didn’t want to test the Nanny and end up over her lap, that would be hard to explain to Bethany when she got home, why she had a red bottom, especially after she had spent the night out at a man’s house, there would already be enough prying on their activities as it stood. Miss Sharlese took hold of the first tape of the diaper and pried it away from the landing strip. The process was repeated to every tape until Elizabeth felt the front of the diaper relax away from her skin. She peaked out from behind her fingers and watched as the diaper was pulled away. “My my, you did quite a number on that diaper and you didn’t even stir slightly in your sleep.” Miss Sharlese commented as she extracted the diaper from under Elizabeth and balled it up, taping it closed on itself before dropping it in the diaper bin. Elizabeth blushed in embarrassment at the bedwetting comment, she really had flooded the diaper in her sleep and hadn’t even noticed it. She put on a set of latex gloves and commented. “We’ll have to remove this but I expect you to hold it in until I get your diaper change finished.” Miss Sharlese commented as she firmly pushed against the base of the plug, eliciting a yelp from Elizabeth and a new shade of red in her cheeks. It was still cold inside of her which had been a constant reminder of its presence, she figured it must be a high end ice plug that stayed cool constantly so the wearer couldn’t become accustomed to it. “But we can take this out for now” Sharlese said as she took hold of the tail of the vibrator that was still left inside her from the previous night. She hadn’t even noticed that she was turned on and self lubricating at the attention and humiliation from the nanny who easily pulled the vibe out in a gentle and slow movement. A few warmed wet wipes ensured Elizabeth was clean enough for a new diaper and wiped away the faint scent of sex that had been marinating in her diaper with her nighttime accidents. Elizabeth couldn’t watch as a new diaper was pulled from under the changing table and was unfolded and fluffed out. Miss Sharlese expertly slid the diaper under Elizabeth’s bottom and applied a bit of oil and powder before her hand moved to the plug. “Deep breath now and make sure you hold it in.” Elizabeth just now came to the realisation that the reason she had to hold it in was so that she would fill the diaper. She really didn’t want to poop her pants but knew if she didn’t follow that instruction this nanny could probably come up with some pretty nefarious punishments. Lost in her train of thought, she had realised that the nanny had taken hold of the base of the plug and was already pulling. She let out another yelp that masked her moan as the girth of the plug exited her rear. Sharlese kept a little forward pressure on the plug to keep Elizabeth from expelling it quicker as the taper of the plug helped itself out of the girl. Elizabeth clenched her muscles with all of her might to hold back the pressure that had built overnight. Being plugged all night had dramatically fatigued her sphincter and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold for long. Sharlese set the plug aside and quickly folded the diaper between Elizabeth’s legs in case she couldn’t hold out. The tapes were pulled tight on the diaper, granted a little slowly to test the girl before the nanny reached for the strap holding her down. Elizabeth didn’t even make it that long as her body fought to expel its waste. She groaned and whispered “noooo” as her stomach clenched and she gave an involuntary push. Miss Sharlese paused from unbuckling Elizabeth as her hands came down from her face to grip the sides of the changing table as her body put in all of its effort to relieve itself. It felt like she had more waste than amazonly possible as she lightly shook under the cramped pushing for what felt like an hour. The diaper swelled dramatically under the load that had been deposited and Elizabeth could feel the mush filling every corner of the seat of the garment. 10 minutes after losing the fight, and panting a little on the table, Elizabeth’s body felt like it was 10 pounds lighter. The relief was immense and she hadn’t noticed how bad she had to go with the plug still inside her. “That was very naughty little Lizzie.” Sharlese commented as she looked down with disappointment at Elizabeth. “B-but I held it in for the diaper.” Elizabeth said blushing. “You’ll note that I said hold it in until your change was finished. You are still on the changing table, therefore the change was not finished. We will have to correct that and I don’t believe I gave you permission to talk back to your nanny. If you had talked back to the master like that I’m sure his punishment would be much worse than mine will be.” Elizabeth froze hearing the “will be.” She knew she shouldn’t have talked back or tried to dispute the nanny, she’d punish her charges as well for that kind of comment. “Y-yes nanny.” Elizabeth finally stuttered out as the buckle for the strap holding her down was released, trying to earn at least a few brownie points to minimise the damages. Elizabeth was lifted from the table and set on the floor on all fours. It forced her to look up at Sharlese who looked even bigger now that she stood menacingly over her. Sharlese turned and in two strides was at the rocking chair. “Come here.” Was the command followed by a finger that pointed to the floor next to her leg. Elizabeth knew she was to crawl over and sit next to the nanny and promptly did so, her diapered bottom swaying in the air as she quickly made the move. The load in her diaper was causing it to droop between her legs and she was a little grateful to have a moment of reprieve from the mush. Elizabeth took up her position next to the nanny and sat with her hands between her knees but hovering a little to keep the diaper off the floor and from squishing the mess back into her skin. She was still naked aside from the diaper but surprisingly wasn’t feeling bashful about her nudity but was more so embarrassed by the stink filling the air around her which overrode any other embarrassment. “Being a nanny yourself, I imagine you know what is coming. We will begin after you’ve properly taken your position.” Sharlese said as she looked down over her nose. Elizabeth knew what she meant and slowly lowered her bottom into the mess with a slight grimace, casting her eyes to the floor between her legs as her full weight sank into the messy padding. It was the first time she looked at the diaper since being in it. It was a deep purple colour with white stars cascading across the surface. She recognized it as an Amazon sized version of a little’s diaper she occasionally saw. She let her knees out a little to get comfortable in the W sitting position with her palms on the floor, fully settling into her waste. “Very good, you can be a good girl after all. I’m glad you have experience so I won’t have to fully train you. But, with your experience you should know better to begin with and will be held to a higher standard from the get go. Now, up.” Sharlese said, giving her lap a gentle pat with her hand. Elizabeth followed the order, knowing she had no other choice. She draped herself across the large legs of the Amazon sitting in the rocking chair, her padded posterior aimed up in the air. “For now we will start with 10 for talking back to your nanny.” Sharlese said as she let her hand fly forward into the seat of Elizabeth’s diaper. The mush seemed to explode against her skin and stick the diaper to her bottom. The blow was intense for Elizabeth and she let out a little squeak from the abrupt impact. Sharlese was even more in tune with her spanking abilities as she expertly landed blow after blow. The final strike broke Elizabeth as she let the tears out finally and quietly sobbed over her reddened bottom. “Very good, you're such a brave girl.” Sharlese said as she repositioned the Amazon into her lap and cuddled her into her substantial bosom. The praise felt good and Elizabeth calmed down almost immediately to the hand stroking her head. Sharlese was impressed with how easy this amazon in her lap submitted. The ones she typically worked with would need lots of work to pull out the submissive side they craved, Elizabeth seemed almost naturally submissive which was a rarity amongst amazons. “For being such a good girl, we’ll do a little horsey ride as your punishment for not holding it and forgo the remainder of the spanking.” Sharlese said as she repositioned Elizabeth onto her knees. Elizabeth was bouncing up and down before she could react to the much stronger amazon that was tossing her around as if she were a little. Sharlese’s hands supported her hips as she moved up and down the mush in her diaper spreading out just the tiny bit more that it could after the spanking. The ride was causing all sort of conflicting emotions to bounce around in her body with each jolt. It felt good in the diaper the way it rubbed her but her mind kept trying to tell her it was disgusting to take pleasure from her own poop squishing around inside a diaper against her skin. Overall the pleasure won out and her vision filled with stars as she achieved orgasm with a soft moan and a tense body as Sharlese quit bouncing and let her ride out the high. It was truly fascinating to Sharlese how easy this Amazon was. Max sure knew how to pick them and if she hadn’t already been claimed by Max, Sharlese would have put in her own bid for the Amazon girl in her lap. She knew she was going to enjoy this and understood why she hadn’t heard from Master Guildroy sooner, he had just been holding out for the perfect one. She felt an odd feeling for the first time in a long, was it jealousy? She stuffed the emotion back down and shook her head a little, she was far too old and busy for jealousy or taking on a charge full time but this Elizabeth girl peaked her interest. Sharlene broke from her thoughts as she recognized Lizzie’s breathing stabilizing. She hoisted the girl onto her hip as she rose from the rocking chair and headed for the nursery door. Elizabeth panicked a little, Max had mentioned that his help had been off for the evening but she wasn’t sure if they’d be back this morning. She was a little frightened by the prospect of being seen by a maid in her current condition as she rode the hip of the matron amazon caring for her. She buried her face in the nanny’s shoulder as the door opened to the hallway and stepped out. Elizabeth peaked out a little as she was carried down the stairs and into what appeared to be a kitchen. She had no defenses as she was pried off of the nanny and set down with a quiet squelch from her padding. Being naked all of a sudden mattered quite a bit and she brought her arms up to cover her chest. She opened her eyes just in time to see the nanny sliding a tray in front of her with an audible and sturdy click. She looked down and shifted a little as she came to realize she was trapped in an Amazon sized high chair. A post was positioned between her legs and mildly reminded her of the nanny’s large knees pressing against her sodden diaper. Sharlese pullled Elizabeth’s hands away from her chest and attached cuffs to each wrist that kept them at tray level. Next her ankles were secured to the legs of the chair followed by a strap that passed under her breasts and one above that kept her back pinned to the chair. The nanny went about preparing a breakfast suitable for the Amazon baby in her care. The longest process was waiting for the water to boil for the massive serving of oatmeal she was making. After the dry flakes soaked up the hot water and were ready she shoveled on a heaping spoonful of sugar and a few handfuls of dried prunes completed the bowel. She may not be around for the catastrophe this breakfast would wreak on the Amazon’s diaper after she was returned to her older sister but she made sure it would definitely have an effect. The dish was set on the tray in front of Elizabeth and Miss Sharlese dug a large spoon in and lifted it to Elizabeth’s mouth. She hadn’t had oatmeal in a long time but she knew of the fibre content having great effects on littles. She grimaced a little expecting the taste of cardboard but was pleasantly surprised by the sweet flavour. Miss Sharlese fed her spoon after spoon, occasionally missing her mouth to drop some of the contents on her chest. An Amazon sized serving of oatmeal and prunes was substantial and it took a solid fifteen minutes before Sharlese was scraping the bowl clean. The brown sugar sprinkled across the top was long gone and Elizabeth was struggling to finish the serving as her stomach dissented with food. She was practically in a food coma and don’t think she could handle another bite as she slouched in the chair stuffed. Sharlese cleaned the dishes while Elizabeth recovered a bit in the chair. She wasn’t expecting a large bottle to be held up to her lips when Sharlese returned. She tried to turn her head away but Sharlese kept the nipple of the bottle against her lips and demonstrated her skills in patience. “Come now dear Lizzie, we want to make sure you have a nice soggy diaper for your big sister when you get home.” Sharlese teased the nipple against her lips some more but Elizabeth still refused to accept the bottle. “Suit yourself, you’re only making it much harder for yourself.” Sharlese said as she removed the restraints followed by the tray. Elizabeth was quickly carried back to the nursery without another word. She knew refusing the bottle would more than likely earn her some sort of punishment but she couldn’t even think about taking in any more food or liquid. She was deposited onto the changing table where a series of cuffs were added to her limbs and unceremoniously attached to the anchors in the table. Sharlese went about her way and stripped the tapes of the diaper and began work on cleaning up the mess of smeared waste with a pile of wet wipes after she put on a set of gloves. Elizabeth could tell internally from the lack of emotion that Sharlese was upset as there was no caring emotion in the cleaning process as she was wiped down. Content with Elizabeth’s front, her legs were unclipped and repositioned to how she was the night before with Max which brought with it a flood of naughty thoughts. Sharlese however just continued cleaning Elizabeth up before extracting the diaper from underneath her and balling it up for the garbage bin. “Now, let’s go get you showered and bathed so you smell like a nice little girl when you go home.” Sharlese said with a smile that Elizabeth could tell was hiding something sinister. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten about refusing your baba, we’ll take care of that as well.”

Chapter 5 : They’re Not So Bad! Before I share with you my trip back to Cleveland to move everything out of my apartment, this next part of the story is necessary for you to get a clear understanding of my love-hate relationship with diapers. And I can tell you right now that it was more hate than love. Sure, I didn’t have to worry about wet bedsheets or wet pajamas, but something was always wet! And in waking up that Sunday morning, I knew right away. It was another wet diaper. Okay. It wasn’t soaked or even leaking (we’ll get to that later). It was very damp. The coldness indicated that my bladder emptied right in the middle of the night. I still couldn’t figure out why I started doing this. Heck. I was crying for a whole month after graduating in Cleveland and stressing out about failed job leads and I never wet the bed even once! I think that it had to do with the wine. Somehow, having that wine and getting drunk that ONE time has somehow permanently affected my bladder. And now, my bladder thinks that it’s perfectly fine to just let go in the middle of the night while I’m sound asleep. Well you know what, bladder? I’m tired of it! Diapers or not! I’m tired of it! Frustrated, I stood up in my wet diaper. I heard a soft tap on the door. “Jill? Are you up?” It was my dear twin sister Jen, who sounded like all was well in the world. Must be nice to have a perfectly functioning bladder! “I’m up!” I shouted back, trying to hide my frustration. The door opened and I saw my sister all nicely dressed up. I could smell the perfume and saw the beautiful pink dress that she was wearing. Her hair was done up in a nicely braided single ponytail that ran down the back of her neck. It’s Sunday morning for crying out loud. Is she going on another date with Joey? “Jill,” my sister announced. “I leave for church in an hour. Joey is coming too. Do you want to go to church with us?” I sighed. “Since when did you start going to church?” Jen smiled. “Since I have been dating Joey, Jill! Church is very important to him, and I’m starting to see why.” I nodded. “That’s cool that you and him want to go, but I’m not going this week.” I then heard a quiet sigh from Jen. “Well, the invitation is open if you want to change your mind!” Jen then looked at me and frowned. “Jill, I see that something is bothering you this morning. Can you tell me what it is?” I sighed. “How do you know?” Jen laughed. “Jill, you already know the answer. We’re twins! I can sense it like I did when you were back in Cleveland. Don’t you remember?” “It’s a twin thing…” we both managed to say in unison. “See?” Jen said, pointing at me. “The way that we both said that perfectly in sync. It was like we were sharing the same brain at that moment…Now, what’s bothering you? Is it the diapers again?” I nodded, my face reddening. “Oh Jill…” My sister said, sighing. “I know that you don’t like to wear them at night. But just try to get used to them. I know that it’s not the best advice. But I don’t know what else that I can say or do to help you with this…” I pouted. “Gary’s coming over today! If he sees my room, he’ll see my diapers. I need to hide them.” Jen nodded. “I see…That’s what is really bothering you! I get it, Jill. You really like Gary and you don’t want him to find out about your secret. Just hide them in the empty closet! Close the door and keep them there. He has no business to go in there at all. A lot of women have varying degrees of incontinence, so you’re not alone…” I sighed. “Yeah. But we all have to deal with it every single day. Now, can I go get a shower so I can get this soggy diaper off?” My face reddened when I thought of the trash. “What if he looks in the trash? He’ll see all my wet diapers in there!” Jen shook her head. “No he won’t. I will take the trash and hide it in my trunk. When I finish having lunch with Joey after church, I will take care of the trash on the way home. All he will see is a brand new trash bag. Don’t worry, Jill. Little sis has got your back!” I laughed. “Little by only two minutes! Now, let me shower…” Jen changed out the old trash in the bathroom with the new one. I wadded up the wet diaper and I left it outside the bathroom for Jen to add it to the old trash. I then took my shower, thinking of Gary coming over. I don’t know if I want to stream right away. Even if he sets my channel all up, I don’t know if I’m going to be comfortable. I do appreciate how supportive my sister has been to me, though… I took a quick shower and got out my last shirt that I packed on my trip to Philly. For most of the days here, I have been wearing my sister’s clothes. For a change, I wanted to wear one of my outfits, so I put on a graphic tee. It was a cutish pink shirt that said “Princess” complete with a gold crown. With how nice my sister has been treating me, I guess I am a princess. Now I just need to figure out how get my “tribute” paid to me… My sister once again extended her invitation for me to come to church with her and Joey. Once again, I declined. Yeah. It’s cool that Joey is going and my sister is going, but I don’t want to go. While my sister was gone, I had breakfast and then played some more Nintendo Switch. I hid the diapers in my closet before I started playing, just to be safe. I loaded the NES game on the home menu and found Super Mario Bros. I started a new game and played through the levels as Mario, using the save states and rewinding that Joey told me about. It took me a few hours, but I finally got to WORLD 5-4. I was just about to start it when I heard a knock on the door. “Knock knock!” It sounded like Gary’s voice. I ran into the bathroom and gave a generous spray of perfume on my face. I then ran over to the door and opened it. Gary was standing there, with a few more things for me. He was also holding a plastic bag with a box inside! “Something smells wonderful…” Gary said, sniffing my face before finally landing a smack on my cheek.” I smelled it too. Gary had cologne on again. I let the pleasant aroma fill my nostrils before I kissed him back, right on his cheek near his lips. Ah, I missed! Gary took notice of my graphic tee. “So, how’s my ‘princess’ doing today?” he asked me. I laughed. “This princess is delighted to have her ‘prince’ visit!” I inspected the plastic bag with the box again. “And you have a gift?” Gary nodded. “It’s for you. Pull it out of the bag!” I took the box out of the bag and I gasped. “Oh. My. Gosh!” I shouted. “You…You got me a Nintendo Switch?!” Gary nodded. “I love you, Jill. I figured that you should have your own Switch. Plus, you will want to if you’re streaming. Now, do you have a TV?” I shook my head. “Just my sister’s in the living room.” “How about a computer desk to set a laptop and a TV?” I shook my head again. “Then we’re going to go shopping!” Gary told me. “Today, I’m going to buy you a TV, a computer desk, and a chair! We may need to get the chair online, but I’ll be buying all of it for you!” I smiled. “Wow. I really do feel like a princess now…” Gary continued his awesome streak by taking me in his Lexus to the King of Prussia Mall. Now that mall was HUGE! There was over 400 stores and we spent the next couple hours shopping for the things that I needed. For the TV and desk, they offered home delivery so we wouldn’t have to carry all that with us! And my, was the food AMAZING! On a total whim, Gary decided to just treat me to some seafood, so we ate at Legal Sea Foods. We each got a bowl of the She-Crab Bisque, split a Legal’s Signature Crab Cake, got our own Stuffed Lobster Tails, with a side of Jasmine Rice and Sesame & Soy Roasted Broccoli. I was blown away by how amazing the service was. Our waiter was so professional and the seafood tasted so fresh! And it was no wonder since their policy was to serve the seafood from the pier to the plate. This worked well, as I have never had seafood this fresh. To further surprise me, Gary ordered a baked Lobster Mac & Cheese for me as takeout for me to eat later! While we waited for the bill to arrive, I sat with Gary and he ordered an awesome computer chair for me. A Secretlab Titan Evo 2022 Plush Pink Gaming Chair. From what Amazon said, it would be arriving tomorrow! He would help me set it up after he finishes work tomorrow. All the other things we bought today would be delivered tomorrow as well. I smiled as Gary took me back to downtown Philadelphia with the best leftovers ever. Baked freaking Lobster Mac & Cheese?! This is going to be so good! Considering how fresh the seafood is, I better eat it tonight! Afterall, they used a whole Gulf of Maine lobster, Vermont cheddar, and bread crumbs to make it! We returned to Metro City Apartments and knocked on 2202, since I knew at this point that Jen was home. Jen opened the door and smiled when she saw Gary and I standing there. She gasped when she smelled what I was holding. “Is that lobster?” “Uh huh!” I said, with the biggest smile on my face. “I got her baked Lobster Mac & Cheese to take home!” Gary told her. “Now, I’m going to set up Jill’s stream, since she doesn’t have all of that right now. Depending on her laptop, I may just buy her a new one…We did buy a TV, a desk, and ordered a computer chair today.” Jen nodded. “Did you make sure that the desk would fit in that room?” I nodded. “Gary measured everything before we left. It’s all gonna fit!” I then turned to my sis and gushed. “He took me to King of Prussia Mall!” I said in a melodious tone. Jen beamed. “King of Prussia? Joey likes to take me there! Was it Legal Sea Foods?” “Yup!” Gary answered. “Nothing but the best for my princess.” Jen nodded. “He also likes to get me things from Nordstrom. Particularly the Silk Pajamas or the Eberjey organic cotton pajamas.” Gary nodded. “Duly noted!” He then turned to me. “Do you need any more pajamas, Jill?” I sighed. “Are you nuts? Those pajamas cost more than 100 bucks! Besides, my sister just bought some new pajamas, which are definitely cheaper than Nordstrom!” Gary smiled. “You’re worth it, Jill! If money is your issue, do not worry. Everything that I spend on you has been carefully budgeted. This is my job that I do every day, and I’m good at it. Now, let’s get you set up.” Gary entered my room and fired up my cheap laptop. He laughed when he discovered how long it took to boot up. “I’m going to order your computer tonight.” He told me. “I have a client that happens to build computers for a living. I’ll have him order you the best one for gaming. Whether it’s PC or streaming, this one will get the job done.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Okay. Just as long as he can get everything onto the new one!” Gary nodded. “It’s his business, Jill. Transferring your files should be nothing. Now, let’s get you set up, if your desktop will ever load…” I laughed and we continued to wait. When the desktop finally loaded, Gary opened Twitch and he helped me set up my Twitch Account. We did all the setup that would make my account a streaming account. This gave me extra features for streamers. He walked me through the process of assigning moderators, but it went way over my head. He also told me that I would need to have an intro screen and some different emotes designed. In having a degree in communication, what I understood was that I needed a way to communicate with my audience. I needed a communication plan, depending on how much they wanted to spend for a subscription. After completing the basic setup, Gary offered to work out with me tomorrow. I ended up saying yes because I didn’t want to let him down. But when I told him that the gym was only for residents, he frowned. Despite that, I’m going to work out, since I know that he’ll be working out! Gary kissed me goodbye and he left the apartment. I got the delicious baked Lobster Mac & Cheese out of the fridge and heated it in the microwave for a little while. As I was starting to eat it, my sister walked by and smiled. “Isn’t it fun, Jill?” she asked me. “I can see how much happier you are, now that you have a relationship with Gary. I’m so happy for you. We both have someone special. You, of course, but then Joey…” I nodded, as I finished another satisfying mouthful of baked Lobster Mac & Cheese. “Jen, you’re special to me, too! But man! Gary sure does know how to treat me…” Jen laughed. “Joey’s the same way. Believe it or not, my tastes used to be similar to yours. Cheaper clothes, cheaper food…But thanks to Joey, my tastes have changed…” I nodded. “Yeah. I kind of felt like that today. What if I get used to this stuff?” “Then you will be like me, Jill.” My twin sister grinned. “A spoiled princess that enjoys getting what she wants.” I gasped. “So you see yourself as spoiled?” Jen nodded. “Sort of. Joey has his reasons for the gifts that he gives me. It’s all out of love, Jill…” I finished my baked Lobster Mac & Cheese and made a mental note for Gary to take me to King of Prussia Mall again so we could eat there. That night, I did my nighttime rituals and got ready for bed. I hugged my sister goodnight and carried my cup of water into my room. I removed my pajamas, diapered myself (I still HATE doing this!), and put my pajamas back on. I fell asleep, grateful that Gary was in my life. I woke up to my sister’s invitation for Pilates. I felt my swelled-up diaper and sighed. Since I enjoyed it on Friday, I went ahead and I did the Pilates routine with her again. I wasn’t good at it but I didn’t care. After my sister left for work, I looked at the calendar on my phone. Since returning to Philadelphia, my sister scheduled another flight for us to go back to Cleveland to move all of my things to Philadelphia. She would pay the early termination on my lease and would get a mover to move everything to Philly while we took a relaxing return flight back to my new home. Over the weekend, Gary and I exchanged numbers, so I got a text from him. I opened it and read it: Are you working out? I’m about to get on the treadmill! Post before and after pics! I then saw a picture of Gary taking a selfie in front of his treadmill. I removed the wet diaper and put on my underwear with a t-shirt and some jogging pants. I took the elevator down to the gym for Metro City Apartments. I got on one of many vacant treadmills and took a quick selfie. I sent it to Gary with a smiley face emoji and got on the treadmill. I ended up only running for 15 minutes since I was out of breath at that point. I took a selfie and sent it to Gary with the following text: I am sooooo dead! How do you do this all the time? (frustrated emoji) I took the elevator back up to 2202 and enter with the app. As I was about to get into the shower, I got another text from Gary (complete with selfie). I read it: It looks like another thing we can work on! Just worked out for an hour. 5.6 miles! (smiling emoji) That day, all of the things came for my computer setup. I told them to put everything in my room so they delivered it there. The TV and the desk. Amazon came a little later with the chair, so I asked them to put it in my room too. I made sure to keep my wet diaper in my closet so that Gary wouldn’t see it when he came over. Later on, Gary came over and we got everything out. We set up the desk and the computer chair (which was a very nice computer chair!). After that, we got out the 42 inch UHD TV and sat it on the desk with my cheap laptop. We then opened up my new Nintendo Switch and hooked it up. Gary also gave me a Pro Controller, so we opened it up and sat it up as well. We went through the setup with the Switch since I never did it before. It seemed pretty easy to do. Gary then told me that he ordered my computer last night. It would be a Lenovo Legion 7i Gen 7 Laptop with 64 gigabytes of RAM, a 12th Generation Intel Core i7 Processor, Windows 11 Home, an NVIDIA GeForce 8 GB GDDR6, a 16” display, a super rapid charge battery, 2 terabytes of storage on a solid state drive, a fingerprint reader for security, and a screaming 2x2W Harman Super Linear Speaker System. This was complete with all the ports that I needed to plug in everything for streaming. I now had a total of three external hard drives. The newest one that Gary gave me held 20 Terabytes! With this, I should have plenty of room for streaming archives, if I wanted to save them. Gary recommended that I record my streams and upload the archive to YouTube. When I asked to look at the price he spent on the new laptop, he showed me. I freaked out. “You spent more than $5,000 on a new laptop?!” I gasped. “Did you really need to do that?” Gary nodded. “You will thank me later. This is a very good laptop and you will be able to have good streams with this. Plus, I have some extra microphones and pop filters that I will just give you.” I smiled. “Aw. Thanks Gary…” To shift everything to fun, Gary ordered Nintendo Switch Online for me with the Expansion Pass, so I could play Nintendo 64, Game Boy Advance, and SEGA Mega Drive Games if I wanted to. Plus, this gave me complete access to all of the DLC waves for Mario Kart 8 Deluxe, including Wave 5 that will be releasing in July and Wave 6, which will be coming by the end of the year. He gave me a few Nintendo Switch Games that he wasn’t playing at the moment. And since he had an extra copy of Mario Kart 8 Deluxe, he let me keep that one. Gary and I spent the next hour just playing more Super Mario Bros. I used the warp zones to get to WORLD 5 faster. After getting to 6-4, it was time for Gary to go. That night, Jen and I had Lean Cuisines for dinner. My dessert was a Little Debbie’s Swiss Cake Roll that Gary gave me earlier. Bedtime came again and I did my routines. I hugged my sister good night and you get the idea. I got my water cup and then diapered myself (AGAIN!). I went to bed, feeling just a little better, due to all the new stuff from Gary. I thought to myself: Am I really going to start streaming? I don’t know if I can do this…I thought about this and fell asleep. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday all came in rapidfire succession. I don’t know how to describe it, but it all felt different when I diapered myself that Wednesday night. It should’ve felt the same, but I just felt more comfortable. Yeah, it was paper thin but it got the job done. I think it had to do with waking up just as it happened. I woke up early Thursday morning to hear a strong hissing sound. It was the sound of my bladder quickly emptying, and it felt so good. The warm pee flooding into my diaper…I enjoyed every second of it. And then, it stopped. I guess my bladder was empty at that point. I felt the gels forming as the warm pee was coming in contact with the SAP powder that my sister was talking about. I guess this is why I don’t feel wet. But I am feeling something else! I pressed on my gelled-up diaper, feeling the warm sensation over me over and over. My breathing go faster and faster and I happily moaned as I pleasured myself into my diaper. Wow. This is my first time ever doing this. Is this what it’s going to feel like after I marry Gary? I smiled, as I finished “having fun” with my diaper. After this incident of experiencing a warm and wet diaper and having fun, I started to like diapers a little more. They’re not so bad if I get to experience that every night. As I woke up that morning and did Pilates with my twin sister, I felt sad. For almost an entire day, I am going to be without a diaper. Jen noticed my sadness and frowned. “What’s wrong now, Jill?” I smiled and shook my head. “Nothing.” But my twin would have nothing of it. “Nothing huh?” Jen grinned. “Then why are you smiling?” I sighed. “Fine. Since we’re twins and I feel like I can tell you anything, I will tell you. Please don’t tell anyone else, okay?” Jen nodded. “I won’t. You’re my sister. I wouldn’t tell anyone. Even your deepest and darkest secrets…” I pointed down at my diaper. “You’re not going to believe this, but I’m actually sad that I have to wear underwear today.” Jen gasped. “What? So are you telling me that you like your diapers now? Jill, they’re for at night though…” I nodded. “I know that, but last night, I actually woke up when my bladder was emptying. I felt the warm pee and it felt so good…” Jen gave me a weird look. “Felt good, Jill? So you’re telling me that it feels good to pee yourself? Isn’t that gross?” I sighed. “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you. I know that it’s supposed to be gross, but I actually enjoyed it.” Jen nodded. “Okay. So now you enjoy peeing in your diaper? Alright. It’s good that you enjoy it, but for me it’s still gross.” I then felt my gelled-up part of my diaper and smiled. “That’s not all, Jen. I also played with it. I pleasured myself in my diaper and it felt good.” Jen gasped. “So, you climaxed in your diaper?! It’s okay, Jill. I have done that a couple of times before when I was thinking about Joey. Yeah. Sexual experiences are supposed to feel good. So I’m understanding why you want to wear them more.” I nodded, and gave my twin sister a curious stare. “You climaxed too? Didn’t you have to change your underwear or bedding?” Jen shook her head. “Jill, I know how much of a mess that would make, so I did that in the shower. Now I need to get ready for work. I’m glad we would have this sisterly discussion. Have a good day, Jill!” I let my sister get ready and I got a shower before working out. I was finally able to work out for a half hour. I posted my updates to Gary. Not much more went on that Thursday. I looked for work a little bit. I then played some more Super Mario Bros. I just got to WORLD 7 before I decided to call it a day. Dinner was more Lean Cuisines (which I’m starting to get used to, by the way). Bedtime followed shortly after. Before I started my routine, I closed the door and began the diapering process. I laid out a diaper and sat on top of it. I laid down and folded the front of the diaper over my frontal area. I fastened both wide tabs onto the landing zone snugly. I smiled, knowing that this was my favorite part of my bedtime. I put my pajama bottoms back on and finished my night time routines. As I was walking with my ice water, my twin sister noticed a faint crinkle sound coming from my pajamas. She then gave me the look and smiled. “So, you’re already wearing them, Jill?” I smiled and nodded. “Yup! This is my favorite part of the night…” Jen nodded. “Okay. Well, be ready tomorrow. I may only work half a day so we can get to the airport a little early. Don’t forget to pack enough diapers. We’re staying at a hotel Friday night and Saturday night.” I nodded. “Of course I won’t forget! I don’t want wet sheets or pajamas!” Jen then gave me a hug. “Good night, Jill…” “Good night.” The door closed and I guzzled my water. I took off my pajama bottoms so I could sleep in just my t-shirt and diapered bottom. The soft diaper felt good against the bedding as I crawled into bed. I fell asleep rather quickly, but then woke up to that pleasant hissing sound again. That warm pee soaking into my diaper. It felt so good. My fellow JJ Little Besties, I can now tell you with full confidence. They’re not so bad! I smiled, as I felt the warm pee as the rest of my bladder emptied into the diaper. They’re really not that bad after all.

I really wish I was there to change your dirty diapers my little Ashy! And I think likewise you would do the same for me.😃😁😊🤭🧸

I can't remember exactly when it was but years ago and before Covid. I have been wearing and wetting nappies in public for years and had occasionally messed at home. Messing my nappy has never been a big thing for me but I enjoy it when it happens. For some reason, can't remember why, I was curious about what it would be like to mess in public. So I planned it. I had to go into town so I waited until I felt the beginnings of the urge to poo. I walked into the town centre with a nappy already on and did my errands. I had already planned where I would do it because I knew where the toilets were in the big Debenhams department store. When I felt the need to go I went to the top floor of the shop and browsed the shelves. When I felt the poo come I squatted and looked at items on a low shelf. Pooing my nappy right in the shop with other people milling around was thrilling, and felt so babyish and naughty. I play as a bigger kid so I should know better than to fill my nappy in public like that! When I was done I walked around for a little bit to enjoy the feeling then I went and changed my nappy in the toilets. Over time I found that it was easy to use the baby change facilities in Debenhams too and I loved lying on the baby changing mat in there - much better than the disabled toilets with no space. Sucking on my dummy and changing on a baby change table was amazing. Just a shame there was no mummy to do it for me.

Chapter 3 : Me? In Diapers? No Way! Now I know what you’re thinking, my JJ Besties. “Jillian, that’s so unlike you to say that! I thought that you liked diapers!” I do now, my little fam. But if you were to speak to the Jillian Jenners of five years ago, she would think that you were out of your mind. The me of the past would not be caught dead in diapers. Getting back to the story, I was just laying there in a fetal position, sobbing my eyes out. The door to my room burst open and my twin sister stares at me in horror. “Oh Jill!” she shouted. “You puked all over the place and it’s all on the pajamas I lent you!” she paused as she saw that I did more than just throw up. “And you peed yourself…” she glanced at the air mattress, which had a puddle of pee on the sheets. “And you peed the bedding!” My face became redder than a volcano when I realized what I just done. “I’m sorry!” I screamed. “I didn’t mean to!” Jen carefully hugged me. I’m sure that she didn’t want to get too much vomit or pee on herself. “Jill…It’s okay. You got drunk and you peed everything and threw up. We’ll get you cleaned up, okay?” I was still embarrassed and sad. Why did I do this? I can’t even remember peeing myself! The last thing that I remembered was waking up to hear myself scream, throw up, and cry. Now I have a huge headache and I feel a little dizzy. “Uh…” I whimpered, my face becoming cold and clammy. My sister Jen was fading out of my view. “Jill! Jill? JIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL!!!!!!” I woke up naked, feeling the blast of the shower head in my face. My sister was standing next to me, cleaning everything off of me. “Um…What are you doing?” I screamed. Jen gave me a worried look. “I’m taking care of you! You blacked out and I had to drag you to the bathroom. I then undressed you so I can clean you up…” The red on my face returned. I turned the shower off. “Well, please let me finish doing it myself. I don’t feel that dizzy now. But I have a huge headache…” “It’s a hangover…” Jen told me. “You should feel better by tonight…” A hangover? If this is what a hangover is, I never want to have one again! I looked around for a clock. “What time is it?” I asked my sister. “4:17 in the morning.” She told me, sounding a little tired. I sighed, when I remembered the promise that I made to my sister. “Are we going to do Pilates?” I asked her. “No!” she answered almost immediately. “You’re hung over plus you made a mess and peed yourself. I want you to get better this morning. Okay Jill?” “Stop saying that!” I shouted. Really Jen! Do you have to embarrass me even more? “Babies pee themselves! Not full grown women like me!” Jen shook her head. “But those greatly intoxicated do it too. I’m sorry that we let you have a whole bottle of wine. What you drank was basically five or six glasses worth. No more wine for you, Jill. Go back to your soda.” “Gladly!” I shouted. “I don’t really drink that much anyway…” Jen looked at me, knowing that I looked very uncomfortable with her seeing me naked. “I’ll finish letting you shower. I’ll clean off the vomit on your air mattress and get you new bedding and new pajamas. You didn’t pack a lot of underwear so I’ll let you wear some of mine. Don’t worry about the carpeting. I will call a steaming service and they will come in and clean it up. I will make it late morning so you can sleep a little longer. Sound good, Jill?” I nodded, then stared down at my breasts. “Will I have to wear your bras too?” Jen nodded. “For now. I will want you to buy some of your own.” “Of course!” I blurted. “I feel very weird wearing your bras.” Jen nodded. “I understand. We do have the same breast size. Know that the underwear is also temporary, too. We will be getting your stuff in a couple weeks!” I couldn’t wait. “Okay!” I said impatiently. “I’m going to shower now!” “Okay!” Jen hurried out of the room and let me finish taking my shower. I’m kind of relieved that I don’t have to do Pilates with her this morning. I feel very groggy and tired from last night plus I have a huge headache. But yeah…wearing my sister’s clothes is GOING to be temporary! I think I’ll buy a couple bras today… I finished cleaning myself and…do you mind? I think I’ll skip this part. Now wrapped in two towels after a warm and refreshing shower, I exited the bathroom and walked over to the bedroom. The red wine vomit was mostly cleaned up, but the red stains on the carpet were everywhere. Some new bedding was laid out, with a new pillow case on the pillow. My sister was totally awesome in taking care of this. I looked around, trying to figure out where my sister went. Jen then popped her face inside my room. I was sitting on my temporary bed, still wrapped in both towels. “You’re done. Did you have a nice shower?” “Yes I did.” I told her plainly, hoping that she would get the hint to leave so I can sleep off this headache. That’s when I winced in pain. “Ohhhh…” “You have a headache?” Jen asked me. “Here. I’ll get you some aspirin…” Jen quickly left the room. A couple minutes later, she was holding a couple aspirin with a tall plastic cup full of water. “Take these for your headache. You should feel a little better.” She glanced at the door, almost leaving. She quickly pivoted 180 degrees. “I’m going to do my Pilates in my room and get ready for work. Once at work, I will call the steamers at 8:00 and will aim for a 10:00 appointment. Just take it easy today and get rid of that hangover! It should be gone by about dinnertime. They usually last about 24 hours.” 24 hours? I am SO not getting a hangover again. Everyone, don’t drink too much! Hangovers are the worst… Jen glanced at me and smiled. “Just take it easy. Help yourself to whatever you want. I work until 5:00 and will be back by 6:00. This is mainly because I’m picking up dinner for us tonight. I’ll call you later and we can discuss options. Sleep well, Jill! Get better!” Jen hugs my toweled arms and leaves the room. I close the door and put on all the new clothes that Jen laid out for me. I could tell that her bras and panties were more expensive as I have never heard of these brands before. Even the pajamas! How much did this all cost? Whatever…I got back in my blow-up mattress bed. I took the two aspirin and drank the last of the glass of water. About a half hour later, my headache subsided and I fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of a knock on the door. Who could that be? I then remembered the last conversation that I had with my sister…The steamers! I sprang out of “bed”. As I approached the door to the apartment, I heard them. “Squeaky Clean Steaming Service! Is this the right apartment?!” “Be right there!” I shouted as I approached the door. I opened the door and saw two men standing there, with all their steaming equipment behind them. “Squeaky Clean Steaming Service!” the man announced, sounding a little professional. “Randy Matthews. Is this 2202?” “Yup!” I nodded. They don’t have to know that I was the one responsible for their visit. I pointed to the room that I was staying. “That one. There’s red stains everywhere.” Randy smiled. “Must have been some party! But that’s none of my business. Our business is to clean it up. Our steamers can get it out no problem! I’m training Todd here today. He’s just here to observe. I already talked to a Jennifer earlier and this visit will go on her credit card. We will process it when the job is done.” He glanced at his trainee. “This way, Todd. Grab the steamer and follow me into this room…” Todd, looking very loyal and dutiful, nodded. “Right away, Randy!” He grabbed the steamer and walked into the apartment with Randy. I stayed out of their way, letting them take care of the mess. To kill some time today, I had a bowl of Special K Red Berries for breakfast (honestly, I would’ve had Golden Grahams), a couple of microwaved scrambled eggs (where’s the sriracha, sis?), and a slice of buttered toast (not actually butter, but Country Crock margarine). She had no orange juice, but did have a Keurig Coffee maker. I popped in a Dark Roast K-Cup and used the Vanilla CoffeeMate in the fridge (c’mon sis! Wrong flavor! CRÈME brulee!) My sister does indeed have different tastes than me so the breakfast was okay… After the breakfast, I just played on my phone. The battery was full, so I loaded my news app to stay up to date on the latest news. If I was going to be a news anchor, I needed to know what all the top stories were. After that, I noticed an unopened text message from a number I wasn’t familiar with. The only thing familiar was the Philadelphia area code that my sister also had in her number (she changed numbers after getting her job four months ago). Out of curiosity, I opened the text, and this is what it read: Hey! This is Joey! You look a little drunk right now so your sister is ordering you dessert! This is my number so that we can get to know each other more. You seem like a very fun girl so I’m going to tell my other friends about you! I’m going to tell the single ones first. So don’t worry! You’re going to make some really cool friends! You may be single right now, but that’s not going to last very long! I’m going to tell them how “scary” you are so they know what to expect. Keep on the lookout! We will definitely be gaming soon! Can’t wait until the weekend! I smiled after reading that. “Joey,” I said. “You just scored some massive awesome points! Yes! I look forward to meeting your single guy friends! Send them here!” I laughed when I thought about me being scary. I guess I’m just shy around other guys? I’m still new to this…I…never had a real date before…I added Joey’s number to my phone. I put “Sis Boyfriend” in paranthesis after “Joey” as a reminder to myself that Joey is taken. And what appropriate ringtone can I attach to Joey? I know! “Believer” by Imagine Dragons! Make me a believer, Joey and rid me of my singleness with your single friends. I then texted Joey back: Hi Joey! This is Jillian (in case you haven’t added my number yet). I don’t even remember you sending this to me last night (time stamp reads 9:34 PM). Was I really that drunk? I guess I was since I feel very hung over this morning and don’t even remember you sending this to me. Can you please introduce me to your single friends? (pleading face emoji) Yeah, I’m scary (RAWR!) lol I will definitely try that gaming thing if it’s something that you and your friends really like to do. Have fun at work, doing accounty stuff with my sis! (smiling emoji) I spent the rest of the morning checking my news feeds, keeping up to date on all the news going on around Philadelphia, the US, and the world. While I was doing this, Randy from Squeaky Clean Steamers told me that they were finished and that my sister would be charged $150 on her credit card. Moments later, my sister sent me a text, so I read it: Squeaky Clean Steamers just charged $150 on my credit card. They emailed me the invoice and my credit card company just sent me an email, indicating that this charge was made. So how does the carpet look? Did they do a good job, Jill? I entered the room to still find it a little moist. It smelled nice and I couldn’t find a trace of red stains anywhere! I took a couple pictures with my cell phone and sent them back to my sister in another text. My sister then texted me back: EXCELLENT JILL! They did a good job… (Happy Emoji) After that, I was going to get on Amazon to order bras, but I realized that I was broke! I’ll definitely want to get some more bras when I go shopping with my sister again.] I was then hungry for lunch. I opened the freezer and found only Lean Cuisines. (REALLY sis? Where’s the pizza rolls?) Disgusted, I pulled one out, which was the Protein Kick with Herb Roasted Chicken. I heated it up and ate it. Really sis! How healthy can you get? I’m starving here! I finished my disappointing lunch and walk over to the living room. I noticed a black box with two controllers sticking out of it. It was blue on the one side and a orangish red on the other side. I looked closer to see what this box was. I then saw the logo, with the name below: Nintendo Switch. Wait. Is this that video game thing that Joey and Jen were talking about? How does it work? “I wanna try it!” I gushed, looking for a button to turn it on. I press the button at the top and the entire TV turns on. How do you control this thing? I find a controller nearby. So I use THIS to play the video game? I start pressing buttons on the controller and it takes me to this home menu. On the sidebar had all the latest news on the Nintendo Switch games. Being the aspiring news anchor that I was, I checked out the short articles. It mainly had to do with upcoming games or games I guessed were already out. The most recent game it’s showing in the home menu is this Mario Kart 8 that Joey was talking about! I glanced at the other games in the home menu: Nintendo Entertainment System? Super Nintendo Entertainment System? Nintendo Switch Online? What is that? “I’ll look at that later…” I said with a smile. “I’m going to play some Mario Kart 8 Deluxe!” Before I loaded the game, it gave me the option of which profile to use. There were two profiles: The first one was Jen, which had a picture of a dog beneath it. The second one was Joey, which had a picture of some man with a green hat carrying a sword. I chose Jen and booted up the game. Over the next few hours, I learned how to play Mario Kart 8…kind of. I learned the basic controls, so I was able to play somewhat decent. I even came in 8th place once! Yay! I also liked the cloud course and the music course. The one with the sweets was also fun. So Joey plays this all the time? He must have a lot of fun with it! I was right in the middle of some “rainbow road” track when I heard the song “Shallow” blaring from my cell phone. Jen! I at least knew how to pause the game, so I paused it and answered the phone. The time was 5:08 p.m. (Was I really playing THAT long? That’s at least four and a half hours!) “Hello?” “Hi Jill! How are you feeling? Did you sleep okay after I left? Did you get over the hangover?” I laugh as I anxiously stared at the screen. I wanted to play more Mario Kart! “Yes Jen. I actually don’t have a headache anymore.” “Good! Are you ready for some more red wine?” “NO!” I shouted. “I don’t want anymore of that stuff!!!” “I was only joking, sis! I just wanted to let you know that I’m done with work now. I don’t work on the weekends, so we’ll have a fun weekend together. Can you believe it? Your first weekend here in Philadelphia!” “I know!” My stomach then begins to growl. “Um sis? Can you please get some REAL food in the house? Your stuff is WAY too healthy!” “I’m sorry, Jill but you just moved here. That is just what I eat. I do like to cook on the weekends, but I mostly order out during the week.” “And let me guess,” I smirked. “You eat those disgusting Lean Cuisines when you’re too lazy to cook, right?” “Jill, they’re not disgusting! They may be for you, but I like them! Now I’m picking up dinner for us both. What would you like me to get? I smiled, knowing what Philadelphia was famous for. Their cheesesteaks! I gotta have a cheesesteak! “I wanna cheesesteak!” I shouted. “A cheesesteak? There are many places in Philly that have amazing cheesesteaks. Since it’s the closest to my work, how about we get you a Belly Filler from Larry’s Steaks? It’s a whopping two feet sandwich! I guarantee you will have leftovers for lunch tomorrow. Plus, it’s excellent for hangovers! I’ll get the smaller one but I’ll get you a Belly Filler from Larry’s Steaks, okay?” “Okay sis!” I grinned, my mouth almost watering from hearing about that cheesesteak. Wow. Just wow. A two-foot Philly cheesesteak sub?! How am I going to eat all of that?! I continued playing Mario Kart 8 Deluxe until my sister got home. She opened the apartment door, carrying two bags, with a laptop case dangling from her hand. “I’m home!” My sister happily announced. “I got you your Belly Filler, plus I decided to splurge tonight. I got us both a slice of Marble New York Cheesecake from Termini Bros. Bakery. Joey got this for me before and I LOVED it! You’ll love it too!” She got out some plates and laid the cheesesteaks on both of them. The monsterous Belly Filler on my plate and the much smaller version on her plate. Before I could even have a bite, she stopped me. “Jill!” she told me. “Let’s say the blessing!” I sighed. “We’re not at grandmas!” But Jen smiled. “I’m sorry, but when I’m with Joey, it’s really important to him. And now, out of habit, I have to do it. Please Jill?” Well, Joey’s a pretty cool guy, so okay! “Let’s do it…” I told her. “…For Joey!” We both said a brief blessing, thanking God for our food and all the things that he gave us. I then had this warm feeling in my heart and suddenly thought of Natasha, my old roommate in Cleveland. I remembered what she said. “It looks like the good Lord is looking out for you…” Well, my sister has been pretty nice with me and everything so far, so that’s something that I can be thankful for. After that, I dug into my cheesesteak like I never ate anything in my life. It was an amazing cheesesteak. The cheese whiz was soooooo good and I was convinced that it was their own homemade recipe. The steak was tender and juicy. Perfect flavor. After finishing about half of it, I was starting to get full. Everyone. If you’re out in Philly, go to Larry’s Steaks and get a Belly Filler! It filled my belly and you WILL have leftovers! I’m eating the rest of this for lunch tomorrow! It has the Jillian Jenners seal of approval! I didn’t want to eat anymore, since my sister still had some cheesecake for both of us! I glanced at Jen, who ate all of her cheesesteak, since it was a much smaller one. “I finished mine!” she said, teasing me. “Of course you did!” I retorted. “You cheated by getting a smaller one!” Jen nodded. “I didn’t want to fill my belly. Plus, Conway, Phillips, & Associates has a great cafeteria, and I’m having lunch there. Not cheesesteak that I have to reheat.” She glanced at the slices of Marble New York Cheesecake that she got for both of us. They were generous slices, so I know that I will have leftovers of that, too. “Are you ready, Jill? We’re both going to eat our slices together! If you keep going, I keep going. We don’t stop until it’s gone. Got it, Jill?” I smiled as I stared at my twin sister. “Challenge accepted. YOU can’t stop if I keep going. If you keep eating, I’ll keep eating.” “Deal!” Jen said, giving me the most competitive face that I have seen in a while. “Are you ready? Eat!” We both took our forks and dug them into the rich marble cheesecake. Each bite was delicious. I joyously watched as my sister tried to keep up with me. Surprisingly, she was, with no signs of slowing down. Well, she did have an advantage in eating less cheesesteak! I started to feel more and more full, as I ate more and more of it. And I was only halfway through it… But my sister kept eating more and more of her slice, so I had to keep going. From what I saw, it didn’t even look like she was getting full. Her smile grew as she successfully finished each mouthful. I wasn’t about to be bested by Jen! So I kept going. Oh, was I feeling full now! I only had a quarter now… “Feeling like giving up?” Jen asked me as she effortlessly consumed another mouthful. “No!” I shouted, with a mouthful of cheesecake. I then swallowed it. “If you keep going, I keep going!” “Two more bites!” Jen victoriously shouted. I quickly finished my mouthfuls to be at the same pace as her. And just like that, we both consumed our last two mouthfuls of cheesecake in unison. Second to last piece. Last piece. We both did it! I then groaned loudly as my stomach really hurt! “Oh!” I shouted. “My stomach hurts!” Jen nodded. “Well, don’t overdo it! We both did it, though. We finished the cheesecake!” I looked at her and nodded. “I don’t feel sick to my stomach. My stomach just aches…Good night!” Jen hugged me before I left the room. “We’re going to look at beds tomorrow after we have breakfast and get ready. Hope you don’t have a cheesesteak and cheesecake hangover!” “Ha ha…” I said sarcastically. “Thanks for the awesome dinner though! Good night!” I looked at the clock. 7:22 p.m. It still felt a little early to go to bed on a Friday night, but I felt tired. As I was walking to my room, I noticed my sister picking up the controller. She turned back toward me. “Did you play the Nintendo Switch today?” she asked me. “Was that okay?” I asked her. “I’m sorry that I didn’t ask.” “It’s fine, Jill!” she told me. “Just put it in sleep mode when you’re done playing. I usually exit the game I’m playing and do that. You don’t have to ask. Enjoy it whenever you want!” “Thanks,” I said as I approached the bathroom. “Good night, Jen!” “Good night, Jill!” I brushed my teeth with a toothbrush. I noticed the fancy electric toothbrush that my sister had. How much is that? Probably super expensive like everything else around here…I flossed, mouthwashed, and left the bathroom. I entered my room and took the empty glass from my room. I was about to fill the water up from the sink, but I heard a shout. “Jill, don’t use that water! It’s fine for bathing but not for drinking! Use the water from the fridge! It’s got a built-in water filter!” I nodded at my sister and walked over to the fridge. I pressed one button to make a few ice cubes spit out into my glass. I pressed another button to spray a steady stream of water into my glass until it was full. “Thanks. Good night, Jen!” I told her for the final time. “Good night, Jill!” Jen told me for the final time. “Sleep well!” I nodded, as I closed the door to my room. I got into the covers and laid down, resting my head on the comfortable pillow. I can’t wait until we get a bed tomorrow. I hope we find one. In just minutes, I was fast asleep. In just mere moments, it was morning once again. Something felt wet for some reason. I felt my pajamas. Very wet…Oh no… I glanced at the cup of water that I had last night. The glass full of ice was now all melted into the cup as water. I didn’t spill any water while in the bed… I got out of the bed and glanced at the sheets. They were sopping wet! My pajamas were sopping wet…again! I smelled myself and…yup. It was the smell that I thought it was. The smell of pee. Why am I starting to pee myself all of a sudden? I didn’t have any wine! At this, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I started to cry… My sister, who was awake now, opened the door. “Jill, how did you sl— Oh no…” She ran over to the bedding and lifted up the sopping wet sheets. “Not again! Jill, you did it again! What did you drink last night?” “Just some water!” I told her. Jen then gave me a curious stare. “Jill, you didn’t have any problem like this back at Cleveland, did you?” I violently shook my head. “Not a single incident! I am dead serious, Jennifer.” My sister nodded, believing me. She knew that whenever I used her full name, I meant it. “Well, we don’t know if it’s medical but it’s somehow starting to happen.” My sister took care of the bedding once again and I got another shower. She got me another outfit, which I put on. It at least had jeans, so it didn’t feel like it was too fancy. After Jen showered and got ready, Jen made us a delicious breakfast. Actually a good breakfast this time! We each had three strips of crispy bacon, two sausage links, and two scrambled eggs. We had this hearty breakfast with two dark roasts brewed from the K-Cups she had. After breakfast, Jen took me in her Mercedes-Benz to a store that sold nothing but beds. She talked to a lot of people since she was trying to figure out the kind of bed that she ordered. After finding out that she had to order it, that’s what she decided on. I was going to get a queen-sized bed, and it was going to be delivered on Monday. They would even assemble it right in my same bedroom! I was ecstatic! I couldn’t wait until Monday. My jaw dropped when my sister told me the price that she paid for the bed. “You got me a $2,000 bed?!” I freaked out. Jen nodded. “I told you, Jill! I got you the same bed that I have! You are going to sleep so comfortable when it arrives. Don’t worry about paying me back or anything! With you as my twin sister, I love you, and would do anything to help you. I was still freaking out, but very happy. She took us to McDonald’s on the way home for lunch. After we got home from McDonald’s, Joey called and we all decided to have an afternoon of gaming. Joey came over with three of his guy friends, who brought their controllers and a couple packs of soda. One of them had a girlfriend named Trisha, who seemed to also enjoy gaming very much. Trisha was with Bradley. Bradley was managing a hedge fund that was actually making him more than what Joey was making as a CPA. Trisha helps Bradley manage the hedgefund, since she has an accounting background. Bradley invested in startups that are now worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Joey then introduced me to the single guys. The first one was Mark. The second one was Gary. Both of them had very good jobs. Mark was a tech prodigy, who managed all the data analytics for Comcast. He was so good at doing this that they kept promoting him, ultimately making him responsible for a large team that manages all of the data analytics for Comcast. Gary had an accounting degree with two other certifications. He was a year older than Joey, and he runs his own successful accounting business. He manages a small team of people with a portfolio of over 2,000 people and various businesses in and around the Philadelphia metropolitan area. So which of the two single guys did I like the most? Mark was a little more quiet and reserved but made him the most unsuspecting when we played Mario Kart. Gary, on the other hand, was more animated and very funny. I seem to be getting better vibes when I looked at Gary and I think he even looked towards me once! I watched them all play Super Mario Kart, until Joey got me in on the fun. I played as the racer that I played with yesterday: Princess Peach. Despite never getting first, I did manage to get 6th place once. So yay for me! Trisha was a little better than me and got 3rd a few times. And I can’t believe it! My twin sister had to show me up and get 2nd place once! The guys mainly got 1st place just about every time. Joey, Bradley, Mark, and Gary all took turns getting first place, since they were all equally good. Our afternoon of Mario Kart turned into an evening of Mario Kart. My sister ordered pizzas for everyone. We settled on three pizzas because of how much the guys could eat. One pepperoni, one Supreme, and one Meat Lovers (the guys ate the Meat Lovers, of course!) Bradley did offer me one slice of Meat Lovers, which was very nice of him! My other slice was my favorite (and also my sister’s!): Supreme. After 9:00, all the pizza was gone, and everyone was starting to get tired. My sister didn’t have the space for everyone to sleep here, so we both politely kicked them all out. “We’ll have fun another time!” My sister said, shooing them out after kissing Joey. Joey turned back towards me before he left. “Awesome session!” He told me. “I have a secret to help you race better. We’ll have to teach you that secret next time.” “Come on!” Gary shouted, giving Joey a jab. “Everyone knows that secret is drifting! Drifters leave everyone else in the dust!” “What a way to spoil it!” Joey said, laughing. “Yeah. It’s drifting. We’ll teach you to drift next time. Also, I know that this is not the best setting to get to know Mark or Gary. Heck. JenJen and I don’t use any of these nights for anything romantic. This is friends’ night!” “What do you mean?” Trisha chimed in, kissing Bradley. “Bradley and I make every friend’s night a romantic night, right Bradley?” “Right sweetie!” Bradley said, smiling. “Everybody out!” I shouted. “Yeah! Out!” My sister repeated. “It was fun! We’ll do it again, okay?” “Okay!” Joey told her. “We’re off!” Joey, Bradley, Trisha, Mark, and Gary all left my sister’s apartment and closed the door. My sister then jabbed me in the shoulder. “Another round of Mario Kart?” I playfully jabbed her back. “No!” I shouted. “I’m Mario Karted out.” “I was kidding!” she said, as she gave me a hug. “Do you see why I like to play these games now? They’re fun, aren’t they?” “Yeah,” I said, smiling. “I get it. We can all pretend to be racers and race around tracks all day.” “Exactly! You were awesome as Peach! I was awesome as Rosalina…” I scratched my head. “So those profile pictures…Yours is Isabelle and Joey’s is Link? I learned that tonight since Trisha always raced as Isabelle and Joey preferred Link.” Jen nodded. “I usually control Isabelle but I didn’t want there to be two Isabelles. I gave Trish a turn at that tonight…” I nodded, as I gathered the other knowledge that I learned tonight. Each character had their own special track. Isabelle’s was from Animal Crossing (a game I’ll have to check out!) and Link’s is from Legend of Zelda (also another game to check out!) I did my evening routine and brushed my teeth, flossed, and used mouthwash. I grabbed my water cup and filled it up at the fridge with ice and water. I said good night to my sister and hugged her. She did the same. I got into my bed and smiled, knowing that tomorrow was Sunday. Just one more full day until I get my bed… Tomorrow came rather quickly. Aware of what happened yesterday morning, I quickly checked my pajamas and I was…once again wet! No. I wasn’t just wet. I was sopping wet! WHY OH WHY OH WHY?!!!! I screamed out loud again and started to cry. The door quickly opened and my sister stood there in disbelief. “Jill! You…peed yourself again!!!” I could tell at this point that my sister didn’t want to deal with this, but at the same time I saw her loving and caring self take control instead. “Oh Jill…” she said out loud. “What am I going to do with you? The bed is going to be delivered and assembled tomorrow! If you keep peeing the sheets you will ruin the mattress! We are getting a mattress protector today! Jill, we are going to need this just in case you have anymore nighttime accidents…Just…Why is this happening? You are certain that you were not a bedwetter back in Cleveland?!” “Certain as I’ll ever be…Jennifer.” I told her. “And if you don’t believe me, ask Natasha. She gave me her number right before I left.” “No,” she told me. “I don’t need to do that. I believe you.” Our Sunday continued. I got out of my pee-soaked pajamas once again and got a shower. My sister got her shower in the other bathroom and we had a lazy breakfast. We each had a bowl of Special K Red Berries with 1% Milk (why isn’t it 2%?). My sister then did all of our laundry, including all the sheets that I peed overnight. (The rest of the peed bedding was taken care of the same day it happened.) It was a quieter day. My sister read for a while and I checked the news. We then decided to play a little more Mario Kart, but not as much as yesterday. I had my leftover Belly Filler while my sister heated up a Lean Cuisine. Nighttime came. I brushed, flossed, and rinsed with mouthwash. I got my water from the fridge: ice and water. I then drank it, said good night to my sister, and went to bed. I closed my eyes, praying that I would not wet the bed this time… I woke up around 4:30 in the morning. Instinctually, I checked my pajamas. To my surprise, they were dry! Yes! At last! Psyche! They were just as sopping wet as the night before. My sister too was hoping that it was just a phase. She quietly opened the door. “Jill!” she whispered. “Do you want to do Pila—” She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “No no no no no no! You’re sopping wet again! WHY is this happening?” That’s a good question Jen! Why does my bladder suddenly decide to stop working at night? I thought long and hard. I never wet the bed before, but I did when I drank that red wine… “The red wine…” I said as I started whining. “It’s the curse of the red wine!” Jen sighed. “I don’t know if it’s a curse….I don’t know what else it could be…Okay. I’m not going to show you Pilates this morning. But you have to take care of the bedding! I don’t have time to do this! I have to go to work! Jill, they’re going to set up the bed today, sometime in the morning. When I get done with work today, I am going to buy a mattress protector. Your frequent bedwetting is making it a must now. Also, you are not hung over today so I want you to apply for unemployment and look for a job. If you’re going to stay at my apartment, you need to do this. I want you to get a job sooner or later. Make it your job to find a job today. Okay?” I nodded. “Got it! I will look for any open anchor position…” “Good. Now I’m going to do my Pilates in my room and get ready for work…” Jen left the room and continued her routine. I sighed as I wadded up my soaked bedding and pulled it off the blow-up mattress. Monday went by pretty quickly. I took care of the bedding, washing it and drying it. A little later, the bed arrived. I moved the blowup mattress so they would set it up. After they set up the bed, I then went through the process of applying for unemployment in the state of Pennsylvania. Since I still had an Ohio Driver’s License, I couldn’t do all of the process. When I looked up this process, I began the process of applying for a Pennsylvania Driver’s License instead. I got out my required documents and took the other key that was hanging up. My sister showed me where the old car was. A 2012 Chevy Impala that my sister used during college and right before she bought the new Mercedes. I took the key and started up the car. To my surprise, there was a full tank of gas (Thanks sis! You think of everything!). I drove my car to the BMV office and submitted the documents. I took the vision test and passed it. I then gave them my Ohio Driver’s License. The whole process stopped when they wanted to see my proof of residence. My sister forgot to add me as a co-lease to her apartment! I texted her about this and she texted me back, telling me not to worry about it today and she would handle it after work. I nodded and texted her the amount that I would need for the license fee. They handed me my Ohio License back and told me to return when I had all the documents. I returned to Jen’s apartment and tried to make myself productive by looking for a job. I saw some jobs that involved working at different TV Stations, but no Anchor positions. My sister entered the apartment, carrying a few packages. “It’s the bedding that I ordered. Same sheets that I have.” I nodded. “Very nice bed too! It has leather!” Jen nodded. “Yes it does! But if it’s going to stay nice, we’re going to put a mattress protector on it. I bought this on the way home…” She got out a bag with a mattress protector. Great. Since I’m such a bedwetter now, I’m going to need a mattress protector? But Jen wasn’t done. She got out a box of absorbant pads that could fit a mattress. “That mattress protector will protect the mattress. THESE are absorbent overlay pads that we will be putting over the fitted sheets so we won’t have to deal with wet bedding every night! When we put your bed together, you WILL be sleeping on these pads every night or it’s back to the blowup mattress. Got it, Jill?” My face turned red. “Got it Jen.” Jen sighed when she was thinking about something else. “We’re taking care of the bed tonight. I got too busy to add you to the co-lease. I will add you tomorrow so you can get your license. Let’s get your bed put together!” I nodded as I worked with Jen to get the new bedding on my bed. We moved the bed to where Jen liked it in the room first. After that, I helped Jen put the mattress protector on the bed. The sheets came next. Finally, I helped Jen put on the absorbent overlay pad over the whole fitted sheet. My face reddened as I did this. Since when did I become such a bedwetter? “I feel like a baby…” I pouted. Jen hugged me, trying to make me feel better. “Oh, you’re not a baby, Jill.” She assured me. “You just have a problem that we don’t understand yet.” “Oh, I understand it.” I told her. “It’s the curse of the red wine.” “It’s NOT a curse!” Jen shouted. “I don’t know why you keep doing it, but it’s not a curse!” I sighed. “Explain how I never wet the bed before that night…” Jen shook her head. “It’s coincidence! Maybe you’re stressed out from moving here and not having a job yet. It could be different things, but it’s not a curse…” I finished getting ready for bed, completing my three-step brushing routine. I then completed my water routine and drank my cup of icy water. I got in my new leather queen-size bed and got underneath the covers. I can’t believe that I have the same exact bed as my sister! Well, not quite. My sister is not a bedwetter like I am so I need that absorbent overlay pad. Maybe I can prove her wrong tonight and not wet my new bed for once? “Please God…” I prayed. “No wet pajamas…No wet bed…” I fell asleep comfortably in my brand-new bed, hoping that I would wake up dry… Tuesday arrived. I woke up and checked my pajamas. While the bed wasn’t wet, the area where I was laying was all gelled up…and my pajamas were sopping wet again! Arrrrgh!!! I’m getting tired of peeing myself every freaking night!!!! It was 4:30 once again. My sister came in quietly. I’m guessing that she’s going to ask me about joining her for Pilates again. Nope! Not gonna do it cause this girl just pissed herself again. AGAIN! I am so tired of this! ARRRRGH! My twin sister glanced at me and gave me that stare. “Did you do it again, Jill?” I sighed and gave her a frustrated look. “Why don’t you lift up the sheets and find out!” Jen lifted up my sheets and found the absorbent overlay pad all gelled up in the spot where I was sleeping. She then saw my pee-soaked pajamas. My pee-jamas. “You did it again…And it looks like the pad did its job. Jill, those are super absorbent polymers. It’s what they put in diapers to absorb a lot of fluid. When the SAP powders get wet, they turn into a gel. Large concentrations of this are made into a core, which wicks the moisture away from the skin. I did a little research on this since your bedwetting is becoming a regular thing…Don’t make the bed this morning. I will help you put a new absorbent overlay and dispose of the old one. This is going to be a nightly thing until you stop wetting the bed. Or…” “Or what?” I asked with a frustrated sigh. Jen shook her head. “Just forget it. I’m going to do my Pilates and get ready for work. I will try to get the co-lease added at work. They may ask you some questions so answer them. You can then take care of your license. Try to have a good day, okay?” Jen left the room. I could tell that she was a little more frustrated now. I shrugged my shoulders and continued my Tuesday. And continued it did. Jen did add me to the co-lease, and I had to confirm some things on my end. After that was done, I was able to get a document for my proof of residence. This of course will be updated when I move out of Cleveland… I went back to the BMV, with all the correct documents this time. I gave them my Ohio Driver’s License. I didn’t have to retake the vision test since I already passed it. My sister gave me the license fee money last night, so I gave that to them. After that, they gave me a temporary Pennsylvania Driver’s License until my official one came in the mail. I made sure I had my favorite clothes on (I grabbed a couple shirts before I left Cleveland) for the Driver’s License picture. The pose was perfect. I left the BMV, actually feeling accomplished this time. So yay! After that, I continued the process for applying for Unemployment in Pennsylvania. I entered the information for the temporary license and was able to process everything. From there, I would have to wait until everything comes in the mail. I set up everything that I could online. Within a few days, I could start the process. The rest of the day consisted of looking for work. Jen came home with some plastic bags. “I got you some more pajamas!” she told me. “Did you wash the ones that you peed today?” “Yes…” I said with a sigh. “Washed them and dried them.” “Wear one of those new ones.” She told me. “I’m just trying to help you, Jill…I have just one request tonight. Can you try to drink a little less? Maybe it will help.” “Okay.” I told her. “I will drink half a cup of water tonight.” And that’s just what I did. After changing the absorbent overlay and disposing the old one, I did both my routines, only I filled the water cup halfway with water. I drank that cup and went to bed in my new bed again. “Please don’t wet the bed…” I prayed. “Please don’t wet the bed…” Wednesday came and guess what happened? If you guessed that I had dry pajamas then you guessed…WRONG! I peed myself once again. I don’t know how it keeps happening but I guess it’s something I have to live with now. But whyyyy? WHY? It was 4:30 and my sister quietly entered my room. “Jill…” she whispered. “Are you wet again?” Frustrated, I got out of bed and pushed my pee-soaked self onto my sister. “Jill!” she shouted. “Stop!” “Well,” I smirked. “You wanted to know if I was wet! Well, of course I am ‘cause I’m Leaky Jill!” Jen sighed. “Okay! I’ll tell you what I was going to say yesterday. Jill, maybe if you wore diapers, you wouldn’t have to worry about all those accidents.” I gave my twin sister a mortified look. “No way! Me? In diapers? No way!” Jen then sighed. “Well Jill, you really only have two options. We can change this absorbent overlay pad with me every night and have you wake up in wet pajamas every morning. Or, you could just wear diapers every night and wake up with dry pajamas every morning. Jill, believe me, I have done a lot of research on this. I was thinking of buying you diapers instead of the overlay pads, but I love you as a sister and I wanted it to be entirely your choice. I am not going to force you to wear diapers but just know that those are the only two options that you have.” At this, I didn’t even argue with my sister. Instead, the floodgates opened and I started to cry. “I…” I weeped. “I…don’t want…to wear diapers….” This for once made Jen cry. “I don’t want you to either, Jill.” She weeped. “But you know what? My twin sister became a bedwetter! What am I going to do about that, Jill? I washed your laundry. I got you some new clothes! I got you those absorbent overlays. I have yet to see a morning where you don’t wet the bed. Think about it, Jill. Just give it a couple more nights. If you wake up wet a couple more mornings, just go and buy the diapers. I feel like this is the best solution for you. Yes, I don’t want my older twin sister to be wearing diapers but I can’t control that. And you can’t control that either. Just give it some thought, please Jill?” I suddenly thought of Joey and gasped. “Does Joey know about this?” “Not a single detail, Jillian!” My twin sister declared, indicating that she too, is serious and means business. “I love you too much to divulge such an embarrassing secret…” I thought about what my sister told me and sighed. “Fine.” I told her. “Two more days and I’ll buy them!” “Thank you, Jill.” Jen told me. “I will do my Pilates and get ready.” Jen left and I let her do that. Wednesday was uneventful. I just looked for work. Still no luck. I changed the absorbent overlay with my sister. Thursday came. I was once again soaked! Whatever. At this point, I am not surprised waking up to soaked pajamas. Like Wednesday, Thursday was uneventful. I didn’t get a lot of texts from Joey. Maybe he’s busy this week? My sister and I then changed the absorbent overlay on my queen bed again. “Jill,” Jen addressed me. “What?” I asked her. “Do you like waking up in wet pajamas every morning?” This question made me a little annoyed. “Of course not! Jen, how would YOU feel if you woke up wet every morning?” Jen sighed. “I would hate it! Just like you! I would HATE it! But unlike you, I would go and buy the diapers…” I looked at her with a worried look. “I don’t want to do it, Jen. The last time that I wore diapers was when I was three years old…” Jen nodded. “Same here, Jill. We both trained at the same age. Just remember. When you buy them, it’s only for at night, right?” Only at night? I don’t want to wear them at all! “Well,” I told Jen. “I’m going to keep praying. Maybe God will give me a miracle tonight…” “And maybe he won’t, if what you’re asking for isn’t his will…” Jen answered. A couple tears rolled down my eyes. “Well I hope it is. Good night, Jenny Penny!” Jen smiled at her childhood nickname. “Good night, Jilly Bean!” I did both routines and filled up my water this time. I got into bed and earnestly prayed that I wouldn’t wet the bed this time… Friday came. I moved around and…yup. I felt it. Pee everywhere. Pee on my pajamas. Even a little bit of pee on my hair! Oh, I am SO tired of this! With it being early, my sister made her usual quiet entrance. She quietly opened the door and looked at me matter-of-factly. “Jill, you’re wet aren’t you?” “What If I were to tell you that I’m try?” I told her, obviously bluffing. “Then I would say that you’re a total liar!” she told me. “Jill, I know you’re wet.” Jen lifted up the covers and then felt my sopping wet pajamas. “Yup! That’s all the evidence that I need! Go and buy the diapers. I am NOT changing another absorbent overlay with you. Do you need money?” I fiercely shook my head. “No! I’m not buying them with your money. I’m buying them with the $100 that Natasha gave me!” Jen nodded. “Well, when you run out of that and your diapers, I will need to give you more money to buy more diapers.” I shook my head again. “I am going to make my own money. I’m not going to let you do that.” “Okay Jill.” My sister said, agreeing with me. “If you can make the money, then buy your own. Thank you for understanding. Again, I don’t like seeing you going through this. But think of this! No more wet pajamas! I’m doing my Pilates and getting ready. I will go to work and will take you someplace special for dinner after I’m finished. At least try to find a job today. Okay?” I nodded. “Got it!” I left my twin sister to her Pilates and getting ready. After she left to go to work, I showered and got ready. Well, this is it. After seven days of bedwetting, I guess I’ll have to buy diapers now. I wish there was a better way to handle this, but I think that my sister has a point here. A wet diaper or wet pajamas. I get in the 2012 Chevy Impala and leave the parking deck, on my way to the store to buy some diapers… I load my Google Maps app and discover that there’s a Walgreens that’s right nearby. Heck. I could almost walk there! But considering how embarrassing this whole thing is, I drove to the Walgreens that was only two city blocks north of Metro City Apartments. I park my car, and…started to get really nervous. What if someone sees me buying the diapers? What would they say? But nobody knows me in Philadelphia, so what’s the harm? I lock my car and cautiously enter the store. There’s a line at the pharmacy desk for prescriptions, but I’m not here for medication. I wander through the various isles. There’s toothpaste and toiletries and…okay. Here it is. Incontinence? I timidly walk over to the aisle and begin glancing at the various different options. I then see that there are different levels of absorbency. Considering how much I pee at night, it’s got to be the maximum absorbency. I don’t want anyone to think that I’m buying them for myself, so I get the Certainty unisex fitted briefs. And the price is…wow. Only $18.99 before tax! Considering that I only need them at night, just a bag of 32 will last me a month. Just as I was about to grab a bag of them, an old lady walks over to the aisle that I was in. She sees me about to grab the bag! “Volunteering?” The old lady asked me. “A non profit was just in here last week, and they bought some adult diapers to help the senior centers in Philadelphia. Are you in their group?” I played dumb and lied to her just to make it easier. “Oh sure!” I nervously shouted, grabbing a bag of the Certainty Fitted Briefs. “Now, I’m going to get these now…” The old lady smiled. “Such a nice young lady, helping the elderly community. You really are something else. Most young people these days are degenerates. They could care less about the aging population…” I politely nodded and hurried to the checkout, hoping and praying that no one else would notice me with the diapers. When I was near the checkout, there were three people in front of me. The first one was a woman with her little girl, who looked to be about two or three. She was holding a large bag of Pampers size 5. When she glanced at me holding the diapers, she gave me a look. That’s when her little one decided to speak up. “Mommy!” the girl shouted. “Why is she buying diapers?” My face grew beet red. That brat! The mother then smiled, and looked at her daughter. “Honey,” she scolded her. “That is her own business, and it’s not nice to ask those kinds of questions.” But the big mouthed brat continued. “Does she wear diapers mommy?” The mother sighed and tried to quiet her down. Then the little girl looked at me. “Hi!” she said. “Do you wear diapers?” My face grew even more red with embarrassment. “N-no!” I lied. “These are for an old folks home!” The mother smiled and looked at her daughter. “See? They’re not for her. Now don’t ask anymore personal questions like that, honey. It’s not nice!” She then turned to me and apologized. “Sorry. She’s like this with everyone…” About 10 minutes later, the three in front of me were all checked out. I was next. I handed the diapers to a middle-aged female clerk, who scanned them and placed them in a bag. She never pressed me at all on them! She then asked me a question. “Would you like to be a Walgreens rewards member?” I shook my head. “No.” I told her. I just want out of this store! The total came to $20.13. I gave her two 20’s and she gave me the change back, with the receipt. I put the receipt and the change in my pocket and quickly ran out of the store, holding my Certainty Unisex Adjustable Briefs. I got into my car with the diapers and almost screamed. I can’t believe I had to lie just to save myself dying from embarrassment! Seriously, why was there an old lady there? The little brat was even worse. What business does she have asking me that at three years old? I drive back to the parking deck and park my car. I enter Metro City Apartments and go back to 2202. My sister already had me download the app. So I used the app to unlock her apartment. I entered with the diapers, and take them to my room. I look for work again, surprisingly finding one Anchor Position in the Washington, DC area. I apply for it and call it a day. I spend the rest of the day playing Mario Kart 8 Deluxe until my sister comes home. She enters and gives me the look. “How was your day?” she asked me. “Okay, I guess…” I mumbled. “I almost died of embarrassment getting the diapers. There was a little brat that ASKED me if I wore diapers! All the while, the mother had a bag of Pampers Size 5 for her. I should’ve told the brat, ‘You still wear them too, so what’s it to ya?’ And, I applied for an anchor job in the DC area…” Jen smiled. “That’s good. So you got the diapers? That’s a great relief. I know how embarrassing it is, but you will have no more wet pajamas! Won’t that be great? Now, I’m going to take you to dinner!” And take me, she did. Jen took me to a Chinese place that wasn’t too far from her apartment. I got the General Tso’s Chicken with hot and sour soup and my sister got the Spicy Bean Curd with hot and sour soup. We each had an egg roll to go with that, and a fortune cookie. This Friday was much more chill than the one with the Philly Cheesecake challenge. Tired, I wanted to just get off to bed already! I did my routines again and grabbed my ice water. My sister almost forgot to take off the old absorbent overlay, so I helped her with that. Jen looked at me and smiled. “Isn’t it great, not having to sleep on an absorbent mattress overlay?” I nodded. “It’s going to be great…” Jen looked around. “So, what did you get?” I took the Certainty Unisex Fitted Briefs out of the bag. “It’s just these. 32 of them, so it should last a month. I’ll let you know how it goes…” My twin sister nodded, and gave me a hug. “Good night, Jill! Sweet dreams!” “Same to you!” I told her. Jen left the room and I closed the door. I took off my pajama bottoms and underwear and tore open the plastic on the bag of diapers. Man, are these paper thin! I stretched one out and opened up the two wide tabs that covered the legs and waist on both sides. I can’t believe it but it really looks like a diaper! I become mortified and I cringe, as I lay down on it. I fold the front forward and carefully fasten both of the wide hook and loop tabs onto the landing zone. Well, there. I’m diapered now so I will put my pajama bottoms back on. I slide them back on and get into my queen-sized bed. I guzzle my ice water, set down the cup, get in my covers, and fall asleep within minutes. Saturday came. This time I felt…dry? But then I realized that my diaper was all swelled up with the pee that emptied overnight. Wow. My skin doesn’t feel wet, but my diaper was really sagging. I got out of bed and felt the sag. Yeahhh…This diaper is sagging a lot… My sister opened the door to see how I was doing. I smiled and pointed down at my diaper. “Well,” I told her. “No wet sheets, and no wet pajamas!” My sister smiled. “But that diaper is full, right?” I nodded. “And sagging…” Despite my sagging diaper, I took my sister up on her invitation of Pilates. After asking her about it, she kindly showed me her routine at last. I wasn’t as good as her, but it wasn’t bad for my first try. In the bathroom, I smiled as I wadded up the wet diaper and threw it away. I may not have solved my bedwetting problem, but one thing is for certain. I don’t have to worry about wet bedding or wet pajamas anymore.

Butt there's more...

Loving this so very much, wanna know so much more bout the characters and world!!! Your craftsmanship really shows also, cramming this much worldbuilding and character development in just 2 chapters is really masterful. Cant wait for more

I like where this is going. I'm big fan of Classification AU stories. It took me reading half of the first chapter to realize I pretty sure I read it on Wattpad already.😄

Spargano, that image of the aftermath of your experience is... horrific to say the least and I'm actually pretty surprised you shared it here. I know you're just looking for some advice but you should know the design and execution was an absolute failure since it looks like something out of a crime scene. A description would do in this case. However, I suppose the only positive thing I can say is this serves as a reminder that this activity does not come without risks. Stent building is not all unicorns and rainbows, but it should absolutely not be attempted before better educating yourself and having a substantial level of experience with catheters. This thread alone has more resources to teach you the rights and wrongs than you should ever need to perform this process safer than you have. I encourage you to go through and carefully read every page of this thread, in addition to the PDF archive we have provided in the OP that provides hundreds of more examples of experiences from stent users before the forum crash. As an aside to Cathdiap, no one here would ever (or is) blaming you for sharing your method with stents. It's even in the title ("My experiences with stents"). Just like everyone in here, we each take full responsibility for our actions and our stent builds. If anything, you have (along with the entire community) helped promote safe practices in stenting and have without a doubt saved dozens of people from having bad experiences and less than ideal outcomes. A couple of things are also for sure, deleting this thread will not stop people from building them, and we've definitely had bigger horror stories than a rogue and bloody design. Best we can do is continue to support those people and emphasize safe practices and education in the art of stent building. Spargano, I can only give you my opinion as it's somewhat unclear with the number of things that went wrong with your design but to me it looks quite massive. I'd also make a less-than wild prediction that your design is not smooth from tip to base. It's also evident your insertion methodology was far too aggressive, likely due to inexperience and a lack of reading the do's and don'ts that have been reiterated here countless times. Lube shouldn't even be necessary at all if you know what you're doing which you clearly don't. My advice is to read this entire thread closely and don't be impatient when educating yourself. If you can manage that I'm sure next time you will have much better luck.

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

I understand it's expensive, but I am not sure if saying that they are taking advantage of our fetish is what everyone is doing. It really depends on what they are offering, like if they have the diapers for you to use, furniture that is custom made, food during your stay, plus the salary of the caregiver's and everything else. They're all expensive, especially now. 10 years ago I lived in an apartment that wasn't that great, but it wasn't bad and it was two bedroom, I was paying just under $600 and the water was in the rent, all i paid for was the electric which, with just my wife and two young kids ran about $100 a month, now a couple of weeks ago I lived in a one bedroom apartment, around 520 square feet, and it cost me $715 a month, my utilities which I made to the city and was water, electric and some other stuff I didn't understand, ran me $150 a month on my own. Plus, these people are doing something that is a small market and a lot of people want so that also drives the price up because they don't really have anyone to compete with. And all that doesn't even include all the legal fees they probably have to deal with, both between them and the clients and them and the city or private citizen that want to sue them for just being there.

If I had the money to visit the diaper spa... I'd still have better things to do with said money.

Here is chapter 3 & 4 - in an effort to keep myself motivated and not take too much time, I'm still not proof reading, so excuse the mistakes, once it's all done, I'll probably edit it and get a final version posted. Hope y'all like where its headed. CHAPTER 3: GETTING ON THE ROAD Kyle’s mom was fluttering around his room, straightening things out and getting a backpack ready for him. This all had happened very fast and Kyle was overwhelmed with what was happening. He was unsure of what this was all supposed to accomplish, however it was clear that this was something his mother was determined to do and he wasn’t going to be able to protest. Anyway, she was running around organizing things so quickly for the trip, he doubted she would even comprehend any complaint by him in this moment. His deep thought was interrupted when Karen went to hand the bag to him and said. “Okay cutie – well now that we have you ready, I just want you to take this and relax for a few moments in here. You just take a few deep breaths and think happy thoughts, while I wrap up some chores. We need to get these pee-soaked sheets in the washer, so the housekeeper can dry them when she comes by later! You just play in your room for a little and I’ll call you down for breakfast in 15 minutes. Check out your new toys I put in your pack for you – I hope you like them!” Kyle was speechless, he really didn’t know what to say or do, he just submissively accepted the bag and looked at the floor as his mother sprinted out of the room. He sat down on his bed, feeling the plastic sheet rustle beneath him and slowly began to inspect the backpack. Out of all the new things forced upon him today, at least this one was something he liked. It was a light blue and white backpack with a large graphic of Hilda on it, which was one of Kyle’s favorite shows on Netflix. He got a warm feeling inside; he never figured his mom even knew he liked Hilda and it made him feel special that she’d got this just for him… even it was a little babyish. His excitement was quelled once he started to inspect the contents of the bag. The first thing he noticed was an Amazon Fire HD Kids edition – he suspected this meant that he would be resigned to this one piece of tech during the trip. He flipped through some of the preloaded content which included some of his favorite cartoons, but also some super babyish shows like Sesame Street and Paw Patrol. As he dug through the bag further, he found a super soft stuffed black bear with a name tag that said Bernie, some fruit snacks, beechnut baby food pouches, and probably the most embarrassing - a large Frozen themed Olaf sippie cup with a straw. “Well at least I’m not drinking out of a bottle” Kyle thought to himself. Kyle decided that he’d gathered the courage to take a hard look at himself in the mirror. He slowly got up from the bed, feeling his new padded underwear crinkle underneath his clothes as he moved across the room. He went over to the mirror in front of the closet and couldn’t believe what he saw. His reflection staring back at him was hardly recognizable. He really did look like an overgrown toddler. The short-alls fit snugly across his chest, they came down just past the middle of his thy and the straps supporting shorts pulled up against his diaper making an obvious puffy outline around his crotch. To top things off, smoky bear was staring back him with his nose and eyes just popping over the top of bib. His short haircut with his flurried bangs and button nose didn’t help him look any more mature. Kyle always looked very young for his age – but in this outfit he might be mistaken for a 5-year-old. Suddenly this moment was interrupted when he heard his mom call from the kitchen. “Kids breakfast is ready – come and eat, we need to be ready to go in 30 minutes!” Kyle’s mom shouted from downstairs. It was now or never, Kyle was about to be exposed in his childish get up to his sister and soon would be in a car ride with everyone on the way up to Maine. With immense apprehension, he grabbed his suitcase, put his backpack on and headed downstairs. Trying to make as little noise as possible and dampen the sounds of his rustling diaper, he tip toed down the stairs and placed his things by the door. He walked slowly into the kitchen, blushing hard as he was about to confront his sister. As he rounded the corner he was surprised to see she was the only one in the kitchen, sitting at the table texting on her phone and casually picking at a bowl of oatmeal. “Hi, Hi Kayla” Kyle stuttered, not wanting there to be awkward silence. Kayla looked up from the table with wide eyes “Hey there squirt! she said excitedly. To his surprise she popped up from her seat and walked over to meet Kyle by the island. Kayla was a volleyball player and at 5’10 towered over Kyle, no doubt she took after her mother who had a similar build. With swift speed she came up and embraced Kyle in a big warm hug. “Awww litte bro you look oh sooo cute! I honestly can’t believe Mom is doing this, but Candice knows her stuff. I think it’s going to be a lot fun, kind of like playing house!” “Uh yah – I guess, I think the whole thing is pretty stupid and unnecessary, but I didn’t want to end up in the psyche ward, so I guess I’m gonna play along.” Kyle responded sheepishly. Suddenly Kayla bent down and lifted Kyle up into her arms settling him on her hip. “Hey dude – let’s have a better attitude, we’re all putting forth a lot of effort. Not going to lie – changing your diapers is not exactly how I want to spend my summer vacation but am willing to help you out. So watch the language, I’m not gonna tell on you but you better know Mom is going to be really strict on this stuff, so you gotta play he part” She walked him over to the table, supporting him by his bottom, which was a knew feeling for Kyle, he was so embarrassed to feel the padding further pressed against his crotch. She went to set him down next to his seat. “Alright buddy sit down, eat your oatmeal and toast so we can get going – and don’t spill on yourself! We thought we could pass on the bib for the time being” She said cheerfully. Kyle was speechless and really was not happy about being picked up. His sister always liked to make him feel small, so she’d done this before, but it felt so different under these circumstances. He had nothing to say or do other than sit down “Oh, okay sis – thanks for not teasing me about this and being so positive” he said as quietly as possible. “Of course, sport – anything for my little bro, now eat up”. Kyle noticed that next to his oatmeal was a frozen themed plastic spoon with Elsa on it and a large Cars themed sippie cup. He wasn’t surprised and just obediently began to eat his breakfast, noticing that his mother had given him martinellis apple juice in his cup, which he loved. After a few minutes of awkward silence, his mother swept into the room. “Alright you two – we’ll be ready to go in about 5 minutes, so hurry up. Candice just arrived outside, and we are getting the car packed. Kayla keep an eye on your brother and make sure he finishes his breakfast quickly. If you can help get him cleaned up and get his shoes and socks on when he is done, they are by the door.” she said quickly and in a rush. Kayla responded “Of course mom, I think we’re almost done here. I’ll get him ready to go” “Thanks honey – so excited to get up there, we’re gonna have so much fun!” Karen said cheerfully as she exited the room. Kyle attempted to protest but his mom had already left the room “Hey I’m fully capable of putting on my own shoes!” he said. His sister got up from her seat with a mischievous smile on her face and walked over to her brother grabbing a wet wipe off the counter as she approached him. “Oh is that right? Just like how you said you were going to keep your outfit all clean during your breakfast” she chided him. Reaching down with the wipe to clean off some oatmeal from one of his straps along with some breadcrumbs from his shirt and then wiping down his face which had bits of food in different spots. Kyle was too embarrassed to resist. “Always such a messy little guy, you’re almost done with your oatmeal, can you finish all by yourself or do you need me to feed you?” she said jokingly. “I’ll finish it jeez Kayla!” Kyle said meekly. “Alright then, you do not get from this seat until it’s all gone, I’m gonna be right back.” She disappeared from the room for a brief 30 seconds while Kyle at the last few bits of hist oatmeal as fast as he could and tried his best to drink up the rest of his juice, although the top throttled how much would come out. Kayla returned to his chair holding Kyle’s shoes and socks. “Are well done?” Kayle asked presumptively. “Yes Kayla – I’m finished, just have a little juice left” Kyle said. “That’s okay sweetie, we’ll bring your little drink with us, don’t worry – not let’s get your feets all warm and cozy.” Kayle said in a sing song voice. She grabbed his seat and pulled it out from underneath the table. Methodically she quickly put Kyle’s socks on that came up to the middle of his shin, he was relieve to see they were just plain white. She then went to put his shoes on when he noticed they were Spongebob themed white vans with 3 velcro straps. He’d seen these a few weeks ago at the store. “Oh my god, can I please just at least wear regular shoes?” Kyle pleaded. “Hey cutie I think these are pretty awesome and I found them on sale at the mall yesterday. We have your runners, sandals and hiking boots packed for you too. Mom just wanted to have you drive up there in style” Kayla responded with a wink. Flustered Kyle just let out a sigh and let his sister continue putting his shoes on him. As she was finishing up – Karen came back in the kitchen. “Oh thanks Kayla, looks like you two are ready. Okay I’ll take Kyle now, can you straighten up the kitchen and lock up the house. We’ll be outside ready in about 5 minutes – I just need to get Kyle settled in.” Kayla responded, “Definitely mom - I’ll take care of it! Here take Kyle’s sippie – he still has a lot left” Karen grabbed the cup and then came over to Kyle stretching out her hand “Alright honeybun, come with me, let’s get you set up in the car and you can say hello to Karly and Candice.” “Okay mom, let’s get this over with” Kyle responded apprehensively. “Cheer up cutie – we’re going to have so much fun. Now lets go!” Kyle’s mom responded. She grabbed his hand and led him swiftly out of the room. Kyle was surprised by how comfortable he actually was in his current outfit – the shortalls and sneakers allowed him a lot of mobility. As they were exiting the house, Kyle noticed his mom grabbing a large, padded bag with a shoulder strap from the table by the door. It was light green with little boats and airplanes on it. When she tucked his sippier cup into the side pocket, it suddenly clicked to him what it was… that was HIS diaper bag. He couldn’t believe that she really thought he was going to need to be changed. He was so embarrassed. This was it – they exited the front door and Kyle was exposed to the world. Here he was a 20-year-old boy – walking to his car dressed as a toddler. He kept his head down, mortified by the thought of one of his neighbors seeing him. His mother drove a large 2020 Suburban with bucket seats and an extended back row. Kyle could see Candice waving from the passenger seat as she picked away at her laptop finishing a last minute email before they got out of service. He was pulled around to the door behind her side, as his mother opened the door what Kyle saw in front of him absolutely shocked him. Karly was sitting in her carseat fast asleep behind the drivers side and across from her seat was another slightly larger car seat (well more of a padded booster seat with straps) that was clearly meant for Kyle. “Mom – I’m not sitting in a carseat” Kyle said quietly but in as stern a voice he could muster. Karen responded by bending down and whispering in his ear, “Hey cutie, do really want to make a scene in our driveway and draw attention from all our neighbors right now?” Kyle’s face was blushing red and he just shook his head. “Well okay then, hop up here and we’ll get you buckled in!” Kyle complied and climbed into the car, settling down in the seat the best her could. He was surprised that he fit perfectly in the babysish seat, albeit it lifted him up a bit too high up, so his feet were dangling just a few inches from the floor. His mother pulled the straps together over each of his shoulders clipping them in place and then secured them to the middle strap that came up between his legs. “There we go – all done!” She said clapping her hands, seemingly so satisfied with the situation. Kyle was incredibly embarrassed in his current position and could feel the middle strap pulling his diaper up toward his crotch. He was essentially immobilized but comfortable enough. He could see his back back and diaper back was set on the floor next to him along with Karly’s. His mother went around to the trunk to was organize a few things. Kyle was mortified that she left the door open to his side, he was nervous neighbor would walk by and see him. Luckily only 30 seconds went by before Kayla came around to get in. “Aww look at you – so adorable in your little seat, so cool bro! Okay well I got move your butt up just a smooch little cutie so I can get in the back!” Kyle closed his eyes in embarrassment as his sister proceeded to adjust his seat and climb in the back. Finally, the door was shut and his mother climbed in the drivers seat. Karen turned around to face her kids in the back. “Okay my cuties do I think we have everything and are ready to go – I hope you’re all very excited. This is going to be lots of fun!” Kayla responded “definitely mom! Thanks for doing this, we always love this trip!” Karen looked over to Kyle “Cutie are you okay – I know this a lot but were gonna make it a lot of fun I promise” Kyle not wanted to protest or make an issue just shook his head with somewhat slightly teary eyes. So much had happened so fast. Karen reached over to handle Kyle his sippie cup of juice “here you go little one, in case you get thirsty and finish this there are some snacks in your backpack. If you need anything, you just ask Kayla and she can help you get it from your bag – do you understand?” Kyle nodded his head, his face completely flushed with embarrassment. He was especially concerned with what could be in his diaper bag, it was overfull, and he didn’t expect it was just diapers. The car backed up from there beautiful home and the gang was officially on the road headed to Black Bear Resort and Lodge. CHAPTER 4: ROAD TRIP TROUBLES Kyle was sitting in his Carseat with his headphones on watching Hilda, occasionally looking out the window seeing the scenery change from suburbia to dense woodland. He had embarrassingly had to ask his sister to get his Amazon Fire from his bag along with his headphones. He’d had to endure some chit chat from Candice earlier on in the ride, she seemed determine to ask him questions that a 5-year-old would be asked, but she was nice enough and Kyle entertained her candor as he had always liked her. Karly had woken up for a few minutes as they got going, she seemed to be very excited to be on the road and was somewhat fascinated looking at Kyle in the carseat next to her. Candice had her introduce herself to Kyle and tell him how old she was. The conversation was not exactly stimulating, and Kyle was hopeful he wouldn’t be resigned to talking with babies the entire 3 weeks. Candice ended up giving a bottle of milk to Karly, which caused her to fall asleep a few minutes later. Kyle had finished his juice 30 minutes earlier, so his sister got him his Frozen cup out of his bag for him, which to his surprise contained cold milk. Kyle didn’t think much of it and was thirsty so drank it without complaint. Kyle continued to focus on his show and tried not to think about anything. Naturally with the combination of zoning out on his show, the heavy feeling the milk gave him and the rumbling of the car caused him to nod off into a deep sleep. Kyle suddenly was stirred awake as his sister was climbing over his seat to get out of the car “Oh there’s my sleepy little guy – we are just stopping for a little gas baby you go back to sleep” she said softly. She continued to jump out of the car shutting the door behind her. His mom was nowhere to be found but Candice was upfront working away on her computer again. Karly was now awake zoned into her little show in the car seat next to him. Kyle was a bit drowsy and was surprised he’d fallen asleep so quickly. As he wiggled in his seat slightly, he noticed an odd squishy sensation coming underneath his bottom… “oh my god – I wet myself” he thought to himself. He couldn’t believe this had happened and how right his mother had been earlier when she predicted he’d fall asleep on the ride and wet himself. At this point he was so upset, he felt like he could cry but instead he resigned to pretending to be asleep again hoping that no one would notice his predicament. He hadn’t been in a wet diaper for years, so it was hard to tell how bad it was. He just hoped that he wouldn’t leak and could stay awake the rest of the trip to avoid wetting it again. Suddenly his door opened, and his mom was standing next to him with a big smile holding a little sandwhich and his sippie cup. “Hey there sleepyhead, can you wake up for me – I’ve got some yummy snacks for you” – his mother cooed. Kyle realized at that moment how hungry he was, they must have been on the road for a while. Kyle let his eyes open and looked at his mother with a sad face. “Hi mom – how long was I asleep?” he said trying to engage her like an adult. “Oh, I don’t know sweetheart but we’ve been on the road about 4 hours, just about 2 hours out from the lodge, so we got some gas and go potty. Oh! Speaking of that, do you need to use the potty Kyle? I can take you if you need to go.” His mother asked. This was the exact question Kyle didn’t want to be asked, he didn’t know how to answer, so instead he just shook his head no and looked down at his chest. His mother immediately knew what had happened. “Ohh baby did someone have an accident? It’s alright sweetie that is why mommy put you in a diaper it’s okay. Here let me check to see how wet you are” Kyle was mortified, he couldn’t believe he was being cooed and comforted over his wet diaper. Too top it off, now he was being checked in a gas station by his mom while he is sitting in a carseat. Karen put her hand in the leg hole of Kyle’s shortalls and reached two fingers inside the diaper to gauge for wetness. It was definitely pretty wet, but she figured he could last a bit longer. She had put him in an Extra-Small Northshore megamax, which they advertised as having a 12-hour range for maximum absorbency. “Oh baby – you really did make a big pee pee in your diaper… I think you can hold from leaking but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. We can either change you in the restroom here or we can wait until we get to the Resort and do it our room – it is up to you.” She said in an empathetic tone. Kyle responded – “I think I can wait until we get there mom, I really don’t want to do this hear out in the open, especially in a gross gas station bathroom” His mom nodded and said “okay little one, well try to stay dry for the rest of the trip and just let me know if you’re starting to feel uncomfortable. We’re in the final stretch so should make there in no time. Here takes your little sand which and juice.” Kyle nodded his head and took his food saying “Okay mom – thanks for being so nice to me about this” “Of course my little lovebug” she responded. Kyle was surprised when instead of closing the door, his mother leaned over him securing something around his neck. It was then that he realized she had tied a large blue and white bib around his neck that even had a big pocket at the bottom to catch food. “Now this is something we should have had for you a longtime ago, this will keep you from getting all messy” Kyle was so embarrassed but at this point – it wasn’t surprising. There he was, sitting a car seat in a wet diaper, holding a sippy cup and dawning a bib. This was really turning into quite the summer. Shortly after this Kayla was back in the car and they were on the road again. Kyle quietly ate his sandwich and finished his juice as the “adults” in the car started to have a more open conversation about what they were looking forward to up at the lodge. Kyle was trying to not think about what was in store for him, so he wanted to exit from the conversation. “Hey Kayla?” Kyle asked reaching around to wave he needed help. “Yes little one?” she responded. “Ummm can’t help me get my headphones and Fire again – I wanna watch something” Kyle shyly asked. “Of course little bro, coming right up” she responded and quickly got Kyle zoned out watching cartoons. About an hour had gone by since they had left the gas station and Kyle was really looking forward to getting out of the car. He’d been stuck in this seat for hours and was really starting to get uncomfortable. It didn’t help that he had a wet diaper on and the straps were pulling against his chest. Then suddenly a new problem arose – Kyle felt a rumbling sensation in his tummy. It was then that Kyle realized he hadn’t had time to have bowel movement that morning. Now the tuna fish sandwich he’d just eaten, coupled with the oatmeal from the morning breakfast and all the milk was starting to work its way through his system. Why had he not asked to use the bathroom before – that was so stupid, he just didn’t want to be exposed in his diaper – he thought to himself. At this point the need for urgent and he had to do something. He took his headphones off to ask for someone to stop “Hey Mom! Can you stop at the next rest area – I really need to use the bathroom” Kyle asked desperately. “Oh Honey – I’m not sure there is anywhere to stop, we just have woods for the next 30 minutes and then we’ll pass a few other hotels before the lodge. Can you make it a little while longer? Plus your diaper can hold a little bit more sweetie, don’t feel bad you can just go and we’ll get you cleaned up when we get there” Kyle’s mom answered. Kyle responded, “No mom – its number 2 and I really gotta go!” Kayla spoke up – “Yuck that is gross – you sure there is nowhere to stop mom? I don’t want to be back here for that – it’s going to stink so bad!” “I’m definitely sure, Kayla you calm down – everything is going to be fine and we’ll deal with it. Now please be supportive for your brother and let’s not make a big deal of something that hasn’t even happened yet” Kyle’s mom said. Kyle didn’t know what to do – he really had limited options and he didn’t know how much longer he could keep himself from filling his pants. The urgency was growing and his body started to let go of gas uncontrollably. He let out a few loud wet farts. Kayla leaned over Kyle to roll the window down and said “woosh that is a stinky boy, its okay cutie just sit tight we’ll be there soon.” Kyle just glowed red at her comment and his current situation. As the pressure built up, he started to wimper a bit in his seat. It was then that Candice turned around from her seat to face Kyle. “Baby its okay you just relax.” She said as she reached into his bag to hand his little stuffed bear. She continued “It’s all going to be okay and don’t worry little boys have accidents all the time. We just clean it up and everything is all better. Can you be a brave little guy for me?” She looked at him with the sweetest eyes and it practically brought Kyle to tears. She had such a way of talking to people, it made you feel so loved. All of sudden a short moment after Candice’s calming words, Kyle’s bowels let loose, and he uncontrollably started filling his diaper. The mucky substance filled out all over the front and back of his diaper, as his car seat strap along with his shortall left nowhere else for it go. The sensation was so much different then being wet, it was hot, itchy and immediately he could feel a stinging pain in his butt. The combination, mixed with the pain, the immediate smell and the embarrassment was just too much for Kyle - he started to cry. “Mommy I need my diaper changed!” he wailed at tears filled his eyes, he couldn’t believe what he had just said. His outburst woke Karly who also started to cry, just in reflex to the commotion. Kayla was staying out of this one, letting her mom and Candice take the lead. Karen turned to Candice “I gotta keep my eyes on the road, can you calm this down” she asked. Candice nodded and turned around to face her two crying charges. “Little ones – its gonna be okay were almost there. Hush now, we’re only about ten minutes away.” She went into both there diaper bags and go something out. Kyle watched as Candice stuck a pacifier in Karly’s mouth, which she immediately started to suck and calm down. She then turned to Kyle “Hey there my brave boy – now just sit tight for a little longer, I’m sure that poopy diaper feel super yucky, but its gonna be okay. We’ll get you all cleaned up in no time. Now I want you to suck on this and watch your show and be good for me. Can you do that for Auntie Candice?” He was still crying uncontrollably as she lifted a pacifier to Kyle’s lips. She managed to push it in and her immediately started sucking on it without thinking about it in between little cries. It took about a minute before he stopped hyperventilating and settled into his show again – trying desperately to ignore that the awful smell in the car was coming from him. He was so embarrassed by the entire thing and just wanted the car ride to be over. There they were on the road with all the windows down, as they approached there destination. Kyle looked up from his screen to see the familiar sign for Black Bear Resort and Lodge. He’d been coming her since her was 2 years old and knew the grounds incredibly well. This time was definitely going to be different, but he was still met with the immediate sense of relief when approaching the main lodge. Then he realized what was about to happen… he was going to have to get out of the car and check in – in front of other people wearing a messy diaper… he only hoped he’d be spared the experience and could wait back with Kayla at the car. To Be Continued

this is far better than i could do putting a story together so i am not going to down you on mistakes but i do like where this is going i wish i could do a story on how family trips and school went for me someway but again like i said i suck at writing

Chapter 30 “Are you sure you know how to do this,” Jamie asked. His bear had definitely seen better days, but he was wary of Becky doing something to it that couldn’t be undone. “I’ll be very careful. And you can pick out any fabric you like,” Becky assured Jamie. “I just want you to like it.” Though she hoped he wouldn’t pick any too expensive. She expected to waste a lot of it screwing it up. For his part, Jamie was not so sure about her sewing a new coat on his bear. He figured she could manage it well enough, but it was the bear Cheryl gave him. He knew it needed to be refreshed, but he didn’t want to change it so much that it wasn’t the bear she gave him anymore. He brought it along to compare to the fabric swatches. “Can I help you find anything,” a saleswoman asked from behind them. “We’re looking for, well I don’t know, fake fur I guess,” Becky said. “Teddy Bear fabric.” The woman bent at the waist to look Jamie in the eye. “Are you getting a new bear, or is that bear getting a new coat?” “A new coat,” he replied. “Like this one. Only clean.” “Haha. I think we can get pretty close.” She led them to a section of the store with colorful fabrics clearly meant for littles, young kids, and their toys. “Here’s everything. I’ll be over there when you pick one.” “Well, let’s find one,” Becky said with a smile. She began fingering the bolts of cloth while Jamie zeroed in on the medium tans that most closely matched his bear when it was new. It was darker and less vibrant now. He turned his bear upside down and tugged on its tail, under which was the cleanest fur that looked the most like it had when he’d first opened Cheryl’s box of gifts. Jamie held each piece of cloth to that section, carefully comparing. “It’s one of these two,” he told Becky. “Let me see.” Becky made the same comparison. “I think it’s this one.” Jamie eyed it very carefully. “I think you’re right.” He smiled. He looked forward to having a clean bear again. But he was still nervous about it. Becky waved to the saleswoman. “So enough to do that bear,” the woman asked. “Can I measure it, sweetie?” Jamie handed over the bear. She produced a tape measure from her pocket and measured it, imperfectly. “I’ve never done this before,” Becky said. “I mean, I’ve sewed, just not a teddy.” “We have a book we can give you, and we’ll get you plenty of extra cloth. I suggest making a small one from scratch before trying to make this fella a new coat.” Having made their purchases, they went back to the car, where Becky buckled the bear inside and turned back to the row of stores. “Let’s go find some fun stuff for you.” “I don’t need anything.” “Well, not now, but won’t it be nice to have some things at Manda’s so you don’t have to carry everything you need back and forth?” Becky long ago became a rewards member at A Little This, A Little That, and despite himself Jamie did like going to the store. It was as cold in there as the first time he went there, and he cringed as they walked into the air conditioning. “Wanna ride in the cart,” Becky asked him. “Sure.” She picked him up and deposited him in the seat. They never went there except Becky started at the outer wall of the store and worked her way in, at least waking past everything if not stopping to look at it. “You do still need a crib,” Becky mused as she walked past them. “I like that kind, with the rail that opens out instead of up.” He pointed to one. “Hmm. I’m not so sure about that after your adventure with the little extract.” “Well, doesn’t that just prove the rail can’t keep me in?” “Should I get a top for your crib then?” “No! I mean, no. That’s not necessary. Plus, uh, it’s a fire hazard.” “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t do that to you, unless you make a habit of getting out. What about this one?” She was referring to a blue one with a rail that could open either way. He didn’t feel strongly about it one way or the other. For one, he knew Amanda would let him get in and out of it from the front, whereas Becky would likely leave the latch that let it open from the front closed most of the time. “I like it, but shouldn’t she sign a lease first?” “I think she’s getting close. Just a couple more places she wants to look at before the two of you make a decision.” Becky plucked the tag from the crib. “So you guys got the little fee thing worked out?” “Yeah, mostly.” “What does that mean?” “It’ll make things a little tight, but we’ll manage.” Jamie hated that idea. He didn’t want them sacrificing for him. They did enough of that already. “What if Manda got a one-bedroom? I can just squeeze in there, maybe without a crib. I’ll just sleep in Manda’s bed. Or on the couch.” “Well, no way are you sleeping on the couch. I’m not sure you’d want to sleep in her bed every night. She might wake you up when she came to bed.” “Better that than spending more than you can really afford, though.” There was nothing Becky could give him that she wouldn’t give, but he had a point. Expense was the main reason Manda hadn’t signed a lease yet. They were struggling to find a place they could afford but that was in a good part of town and was a nice place to live. They also had to take into account the agency, and Marsha, his social worker, might have a problem with a some of the more affordable places. Not that they weren’t safe, but they certainly weren’t modern or very nice. Becky didn’t like them, either, not for Jamie or for Amanda. She took out her phone and took a picture of the tag, and then put it back. Jamie felt a little awkward. “How about a rocking chair, then. You’re definitely gonna want one of those.” “Yeah, but Manda should pick that out. She’s the one who’s gonna sit in it.” “You will, too.” “But I’ll be sitting on her.” Becky made a face at him. “You’re terrible at shopping, Jamester.” “I’m good at other things,” he replied haughtily. “We’re getting you some outfits at least, and some toys. You can’t say you won’t be needing those.” She steered him toward the clothes section. She knew he didn’t much care about clothes. He was basic, so she tossed some basics in the cart. Tee shirts in different colors with different cute pictures on them, a couple pairs of shorts, a collared shirt, some diaper covers, socks, onesies. When the weather turned cold they could find things for then. “What are you looking at,” she asked him when she noticed him twisting around. “Nothing.” “Tell me.” “It’s not a big deal.” “Then there’s no reason you shouldn’t tell me,” she countered, “and we’re not going anywhere until you do.” She was being playful, but she did want to work more on him saying what was on his mind. It seemed since the start of the summer he’d become more careful about that, and she wasn’t sure why. She didn’t mind that he had thoughts he didn’t want to share, but it bothered her, made her wonder if she was doing or saying things that made him feel uncomfortable. She chalked that up mostly to the self-doubt all bigs and parents experience, but it was a balancing act, and so was knowing when to prod Jamie and when to let him stay silent. Jamie blushed and wouldn’t look her in the eye, but he told her. “I was looking at the dresses.” Becky pushed the cart down the aisle toward the little girls’ section. “For Ella? We can get her a present. Which one were you looking at?” “Um, for me,” Jamie whispered. Becky wasn’t expecting that at all. He owned a few articles of clothing that had come from the girls’ section, but other than the styling they were all unisex clothes. No skirts or dresses. But the last she wanted was to make Jamie feel self-conscious or judged, so she did her best to cover her surprise. “Oh, well, which one,” she asked. “That one. The blue tee shirt dress.” He pointed to a cerulean, sleeveless, racerback dress. “It’s … well, Manda has one like it, and it looks really comfortable after a day at the pool.” He actually knew how comfortable hers was because she often picked him up while wearing it, and he loved how soft and light it felt. He reached out and felt the dress on the rack. It was just like hers, a soft, stretchy, jersey material. “Let’s get it,” Becky decided. If he wanted to try it, that was fine. She had questions she’d ask later, but there was no harm in getting an inexpensive little’s dress. “You like this color?” “Yeah,” Jamie said, “it’s fun.” Still, he blushed to say it. “Anything else you want to look at over here?” He was feeling a little more confident. He hadn’t expected Becky to ridicule or judge him, but it was asking for something, and it was asking for something out of the norm. He might as well try another. “I wanna try a skirt,” he said. “What kind of skirt?” “I dunno. They just look more comfortable than shorts when it’s hot out.” “So like one of these,” Becky asked as she pushed the cart toward a rack of A-lines. “Like this kind of material?” It was some kind of synthetic fabric, light but not flouncy. Jamie had hiking shorts in the same kind of material. “Yeah.” She glanced at the price tag. “What color?” “I like the print one.” It was a rust color with a geometric pattern on it. “Why those?” “They’re fun. All my stuff is boring. Khaki this and navy that. They don’t make guy clothes in fun colors and patterns. It’s pretty.” “Okay. Anything else, or are we ready to check out some toys?” “No, that’s all.” Jamie agreed to a few new toys. He mostly played with building toys and coloring books and art supplies. He let Becky get him some blocks, a new drawing pad, and some pencils. She walked down an aisle of traditionally girls’ toys as an experiment to see if Jamie would look at anything. She kind of liked the idea of him playing with a doll. She felt she could more easily share in that experience with him. She even had a box of her old toys, mostly dolls, in a box in the attic. But he didn’t give any of the toys in the aisle a second glance. She wanted to get him a drawing table, but he reminded her they didn’t yet know how much room Amanda’s place would have. She seemed eager to get him things, and he wondered if that was because she was ready to be done with the move or because she just wanted to get him things to try to make it fun for him. She did stock up on bottles, tableware, a booster seat, and diapering supplies for him. He couldn’t dispute he’d need those. As they were heading toward the checkout, he did tell her, “There is one thing I want but didn’t see.” “What’s that?” “A bike. I told Manda I’d help her learn to ride one.” “And did she want to?” “Well, she said yes. I think she’s afraid.” He knew if he didn’t say something, she never would. He was meaning to conspire with Mel to bring it up again. “That’s my fault for not making her learn when she was young,” Becky said. “I like the idea of it, though. She might like being able to get around without her car. If she really wants to we can go to a bike shop.” What Becky didn’t say is she wouldn’t get Jamie a bike unless Amanda wanted one or she decided to get one for herself. She didn’t think Jamie would be content to ride one around the backyard or slowly while she or Manda walked alongside, and she couldn’t let him ride off on his own. He’d get brought home by the police, or worse. If Amanda didn’t want one and Jamie still did, maybe he’d settle for a tricycle or scooter. At home, Becky sent Jamie to his room with his bear to get ready for his nap while she unpacked the car. Amanda helped unload, and much of it went into a stack in a corner of the garage. “Has Jamie mentioned anything to you about girl clothes,” Becky asked quietly when they got into the kitchen. She figured the answer was no. She knew Jamie shared things with Manda in confidence, but she thought that was the kind of thing Amanda would tell her about. “No. Why?” Becky produced the dressed from one of the shopping bags. “Jamie wanted that?” “He said yours looks so comfy after a day at the pool.” “Huh. Well, it is. Jamie’s a pretty practical person. It’s probably nothing more than that.” “He wanted a skirt, too, because it’s hot.” “See? Just practical. Are you okay with it?” “Yeah, of course. I just … I don’t want him to get made fun of.” One thing that Jamie hadn’t gotten better at since his arrival was sticking up for himself, especially with other littles. Jamie was so popular at daycare and the park and the pool that he didn’t get picked on often, but every so once in a while he would be, and just like when Amanda was young, Becky hated seeing it. “You want me to talk to him about it,” Amanda asked. She knew he’d tell her things he wouldn’t tell Becky. She knew what a rich inner life he led. That wasn’t the stereotype about littles, but almost all littles were regressed and incapable of the big and abstract thoughts Jamie, just like bigs, had. It was one of the things she and Becky both liked so much about not having an unregressed little. “Maybe just casually bring it up. Tell him you like it and see what he says.” “Okay. I’ll bring it after his nap.” “Speaking of, how would you feel about getting a one-bedroom, and he could sleep in your bed with you.” Manda wasn’t surprise by the question, exactly. She knew they were having a hard time making the math work with a two-bedroom apartment. They could afford that, but add on the little fee and it took a big bite out of both of their monthly incomes. It still frustrated Amanda – offended her, really – that the little fee was as much as it was. She could get four dogs for what apartment complexes charged to have a little in the unit. She had never paid it much mind, but the more she looked around, the more she saw the barriers that existed to having a little. It wasn’t as expensive as having a kid, but neither were there subsidies for littles like there were for children’s daycare. Littles were even covered under a different health program than bigs, and unlike healthcare for bigs, care for littles wasn’t free. “I’ll need to think about that. He might not like that, not having his own space.” “just the other day he did say he wanted more privacy. He’s waiting to be put down for his nap,” Becky said. “Where did you guys eat,” Manda asked as they walked to the nursery. “June Bug’s.” “Blech. Everything there tastes like little food.” She couldn’t fathom how but assumed it was because they didn’t use separate cooking equipment for big food and little food. “Yeah, but he likes it. Oh!” Becky stopped herself when she turned into the nursery and saw Jamie asleep on the floor with his bear and Kazoo. He’d gotten his pacifier himself, and she could see it just barely bob up and down between his lips. “Leave him,” Amanda asked. “Yeah.” Becky tiptoed to the crib and got his blanket, then laid it gently over the three of them. Kazoo opened his eyes and looked at Becky, then closed them again as he exhaled, the way dogs do, with a stretch.

Chapter 56 Part 2 Jamie was seated on Amanda’s hip when Becky went to open the door. It was a precaution he’d learned to take sometimes. If someone didn’t already have him, whoever came through the door would often pick him up, and depending on who it was and his mood, he minded. Becky showed Stacy in, and Ella was seated on her hip like Jamie. “Nice antlers,” Ella giggled. “Oh, I’m so glad you like them,” Becky responded, struggling as bigs often do to understand sarcasm from littles. “I got you a pair too,” said as she retrieved them from the table and placed them gently on Ella’s head. “Ha!” Jamie honked. “Um, thank you,” Ella said with a chuckle. “Thanks so much for inviting us,” Stacy said, “We normally just spend Christmas Eve alone together.” “We’re glad to have you. Jamie was so excited you could come.” “That’s a very pretty dress you have on, Ella,” Amanda said. She gave Jamie a pat on the butt. “Oh, uh, yeah, it’s very becoming.” “Can we go play,” Ella asked. “Sure. Just don’t go too far,” Stacy replied as she set Ella on her feet. Amanda let Jamie down as the doorbell rang again as Jamie and Ella headed to his room. “Really, though, do you look good tonight,” Jamie said, holding out his hand for her to take. “I had to talk Stacy out of something a little more toddlerish.” “I had to avoid the itchiest Christmas sweater.” “Excited for tomorrow?” “For presents? Yeah. I’ve never really had a full-fledged Christmas.” “What are you hoping for?” “Anything. I just wanna be surprised.” “You’re gonna get spoiled rotten. You know that, right?” “I doubt it. I didn’t ask for much.” “Uh huh,” she said, knowing full well Becky and Amanda – but especially Becky – wouldn’t not go all out for his first Christmas. “Who else is coming tonight?” “My Uncle Danny and Aunt Lauren, my mom’s friend Jane and her little, Rosie – you’ll like her – and Mel.” “Ooh, the one you have a crush on?” Jamie blushed. “Yeah.” “Maybe you can find some mistletoe.” “I like you more,” Jamie said. “Why is that,” Ella said as she put her arms around his neck. “Because I just do,” he said before he leaned in and kissed her. “It’s too bad we can’t get a little alone time tonight.” She ran her hand down his side, stopping when she reached his hip and pulling him closer for another kiss. “You’re incorrigible,” Jamie said when he broke away. “I just know what I want for Christmas,” she said as she kiss him again. “Oh, hey there,” she said as she let him go and opened her eyes. “You must be Rosie.” Jamie turned around and saw Rosie with her eyes wide and biting her lip. “Um, okay,” Rosie said. “I think I’ll go play with Amanda.” “No,” Jamie said, “You can stay. I want you to meet Ella.” Rosie bashfully walked through the door. “Hi,” Rosie said, “I’m Rosie. My big is Jane.” “It’s nice to meet you, Rosie,” Ella said. “How are you at keeping secrets,” she asked with a twinkle in her eye. “She’s great at it,” Jamie said. “Merry Christmas, Rosie.” “Do you guys want to play something?” Jamie had a feeling she was going to be little tonight. “Jamie has lots of cool toys.” “Oh yeah? Show me,” Ella said. Rosie went straight for Jamie’s tub of blocks. “What are we gonna build?” “Santa’s workshop,” Rosie replied. “I should go greet people,” Jamie said. “Oh, no, you don’t,” Ella said, catching his hand. “You’re the foreman, and besides, we’re littles. They’ll come find us.” The squeals from the hallway could only mean Lauren and Daniel had arrived. “Becky, Merry Christmas!” “You, too, Laurie. You’re looking a little …” “Glowy? You can say glowy,” Danny explained, “She gets mad when you use other words.” “Still getting those pregnancy hormones under control, huh,” Jane said. “Mine or his,” Laurie asked. “Touché!” “Where’s my little nephew,” Lauren asked. “In the nursery,” Becky said. “I’d like you to meet Stacy. Stacy’s little is Jamie’s friend, Ella.” Everyone shook hands. Stacy looked at Becky, who nodded. “Daniel, can I ask you a favor,” Stacy said. “Sure.” “Ella doesn’t do so well around big men. Until she gets comfortable tonight, could you hang back a little?” “I can do that,” Danny said with a sympathetic smile. “Thanks.” “Of course. I’ll go find my niece instead,” Danny said as she went into the kitchen and found Amanda stirring a pot. “What’s that?” “Mulled wine,” Amanda said as she brought the spoon up to Danny’s lips for a taste. “Mmmm.” “You give any to Jamie, and I am so telling Lauren this time,” Amanda sunnily warned him. “Even on Christmas?” “Mom bottled some milked later if he wants to get a little buzzed.” “Why bottled?” “Because she can’t make hot chocolate come out of them.” “Oh,” he mused, “That’d be pretty cool if she could.” “You’re hopeless, Uncle Danny.” She put the spoon down and hugged him. “Merry Christmas.” “Merry Christmas, little girl. You excited about Santa tonight?” “So excited!” “You tell Jamie yet?” “He’s gonna stay up with me.” “That’ll be fun.” “And all the more reason to keep him sober.” From the hall they heard Mel greeting Becky and introducing herself to Stacy. Amanda and Danny went out to greet her. Becky helped her off with her coat. “Oh my god,” Amanda squealed with her hands covering her mouth. “I thought you were joking!” Everyone was getting a good chuckle at her outfit. “What? I was serious,” Mel said laughing along with them. “I told you I was gonna get an elf costume for tonight.” “Why,” Jane asked. “It’s his first Christmas! We’re not pulling any punches. Now, where is he?” She certainly hadn’t dressed in a green dress with candy cane stockings and a pointy hat for their benefit. “The shoes really seal it,” Lauren said. Mel lifted her left foot and rang the bell on her toes. “He’s in his nursery,” Amanda said. “C’mon.” The two walked down the hall to the nursery trying to keep the jingling to a minimum. Amanda knocked on the doorframe and put her head around the corner. “Hey, kiddos. I got a surprise for you?” “What,” Rosie excitedly asked. “It’s a friend of mine all the way from the North Pole!” Mel jumped into the doorway. “A elf!” Rosie screamed. “A elf! A elf!” She was on her feet and scurrying over, her face red and her smile wide and her eyes bright. Mel scooped her up. “That’s right, Rosie! Are you being a good girl?” “I am.” “Promise?” “Yes!” “Good. I’ll text Santa and let him know.” Ella and Jamie smiled up at the two of them, and Amanda did the same from her vantage. “Can I play with you guys,” Mel asked. They made room on the floor for Mel and Amanda. “What are building,” Amanda asked. “Santa’s workshop,” Ella answered. “Oh, that’s where I work,” Mel said. She put Rosie down, and she went back to building. Mel picked Jamie up. “I took the night off to come see you.” She rubbed her nose on his. “That’s how we kiss at the North Pole.” Jamie’s face flushed, and Mel pulled him into a very warm hug. “Merry Christmas, Jamie bear,” she whispered. “Merry Christmas, Mel.” He gave her real kiss on the cheek. “And who is this?” “Ella,” Ella answered for herself. “And have you been naughty or nice?” “To whom,” Ella retorted. Amanda let out a big laugh. “Ella isn’t regressed,” Amanda said. “She’s been very nice,” Jamie said for her. “Good. I’d hate to give a bad report to Santa,” Mel winked at Ella. The five of them arranged and re-arranged Santa’s workshop together. When it was finally done, they decided it was time to go join the others in the living room. “There’s the young’uns,” Jane said as they came in. “We were worried you’d decided to go hang out with cool people instead of us.” “We did, but they were too cool for us,” Mel said. “It was going okay until they saw your outfit,” Amanda quipped. “Wadduya think, Rosie? Naughty list for that?” “No. I like her. She’s my friend.” “For you, then.” She picked Rosie up and sat on the couch with her. Ella saw Danny, and though she knew he’d be there she just wasn’t comfortable, even though she knew he was harmless. She took Jamie’s hand and tugged him toward Stacy on the other side of the room. Ella wordlessly let Jamie’s hand go and held her arms up. Stacy lifted her up, then picked up Jamie and set him down next to her. Stacy leaned over and whispered, “You’re alright, Ell bell. You’re safe.” Stacy put her hand reassuringly on her shoulder. “I know,” she whispered back. She always knew. It helped to be close to Stacy, though. For his part, Jamie looked at Rosie and would have been intensely jealous of her sitting on Mel’s lap and laughing, but he had Ella instead. ­­______________________________________________ When everything was done, Jamie was buried under a pile of wrapping paper along with Ella and Rosie. All the bigs agreed it would make an adorable picture. Rosie was struggling to stay awake and disappeared into the nursery with Jane and her diaper bag, emerging a few moments later asleep in her pajamas. “Straight into bed with her,” Jane said. “Merry Christmas, Jane,” Jamie said. “Merry Christmas to you, too, Jamie.” She bent down to give him a Christmas kiss goodnight. Lauren and Daniel were next to depart. “It was nice meeting you, Ella,” Lauren said. Daniel kept a respectful distance. He didn’t know why, and he didn’t need to know. He just smiled and tried to look innocuous. “It was nice meeting you, too.” Ella wanted to be more gracious, but she just couldn’t, not yet. She’d have to be around Daniel more before she felt okay with him towering over her. “Just us then,” Stacy said. “You ready to head home, Ella?” “After I say goodnight to Jamie.” She and Jamie went into the kitchen. “Merry Christmas, Jamie bear,” she said before they embraced. “Merry Christmas. Maybe let’s talk tomorrow?” “Sure. You guys doing anything in the afternoon?” “I don’t think so. Just the three of us tomorrow. Maybe a playdate the day after?” “I’d like that. Thanks for the present.” “You, too. I like them.” “I wasn’t sure you would.” “Like I can ever have too many sleepers.” “I thought it might be too little.” “You haven’t seen my teddy bear ones yet. Got a tail and everything.” “And ears,” she smiled. “And ears.” “I’d like to see that,” she giggled. “Maybe on our playdate,” he said. They kissed one another and hugged tightly before walking hand in hand back to the living room. Becky put her hand over her heart and awwed. Once Stacy and Ella had left, it was down to just the three of them and Mel. Jamie napped on the sofa while the three of them cleaned up. “Can I stay, too,” Mel asked. “Fine by me,” Becky said. “You can borrow some of my PJs,” Amanda said. “I’ve never gotten to see Santa,” Mel said. “Then this is your chance. You can go get Jamie changed into some pajamas if you want.” “Don’t need to tell me twice,” Mel said as she wiped her hands on a dish towel. Rosie was adorable, but she wasn’t her Jamie bear. Jamie had stuck so close to Ella that he and Mel hadn’t gotten to snuggle or anything. She lifted the sleeping little boy from the couch and carried him to his nursery, laying him on the changing table. She started to get him undressed, musing at how she wished she could sleep like he did. He finally stirred when she began to change his diaper. “Did you leave this present in your diapee just for me?” He smiled without opening his eyes, stretching his arms above his head. “Muh huh. Mel.” “’Mel’ what?” “Just ‘Mel.’ Thank you for coming tonight. And for dressing up.” “And I’m gonna stay up for Santa with you.” Jamie still wasn’t sure if they were joking or not or what the deal was. He’d already explained Santa wasn’t god. Did he also need to explain Santa wasn’t real? What did they think the mall Santa was? “There’s a bear with a dry bum,” she said as she pulled a clean diaper up between his legs and taped it snugly. “Thank you.” She went to his dresser and picked out the teddy bear sleeper Amanda had bought while they were on their vacation together. “Who’s a handsome baby bear?” “I am,” Jamie giggled. “And how big is that bear?” “Sooooo big,” they both sang in unison. “Ready to go wait for Santa?” “Can I bring my bear?” “Your bear? My bear has his own bear,” Mel squeaked while she fished around the blankets of his crib until she found it. “This bear?” “Yeah.” She put its feet on the changing table and walked it step by step to Jamie. “Merry Christmas, Jamie,” she made the bear say. “I didn’t know you could talk!” “Only on Christmas Eve.” “Isn’t my Aunt Mel especially pretty tonight, bear?” “Awww,” Mel said in her own voice. “And isn’t she one of our favorite people? It’s so much better having Christmas with her.” “Awwwwwww.” Mel lifted Jamie up, and they hugged one another. “I love you, Mel.” “I love you, too, Jamie … Let’s go find Manda.” After Becky had kissed everyone goodnight and made Amanda promise not to keep Jamie up too late, Amanda, Jamie, and Mel settled on the couch under a blanket with the fire on and a Christmas movie playing quietly on TV, munching on cookies. “So what time is Santa coming,” Mel asked. “I don’t know. That’s part of the fun.” “Um, guys,” Jamie ventured. “You, uh … you know Santa isn’t real, right?” Amanda and Mel looked at one another and then at Jamie. He couldn’t tell what their looks meant. Amanda started fake crying first. “How could you say that,” Mel pretended to bawl. “I’ll never trust anyone ever again!” “I rue the day we took our picture with that fraud!” “A curse on his elves!” “Those were just children.” “A curse on his children!” “And their elves!” “Those are children, too.” “A curse on his elves’ children!” “Okay,” Jamie said, “hardy-har-har. Jokes on me. So if we’re not waiting for Santa, what are waiting for?” “Fake Santa.” “Huh?” There was a knock at the door. “See?” Amanda picked him up, and they walked to the front door. Amanda held Jamie up so he could look out the peephole. “There’s a guy in a Santa suit out there.” Mel opened the door. “Ho ho ho,” the stranger said, “Merry Christmas!” “Merry Christmas, Santa,” Amanda and Mel replied in unison. “And who is this little boy? Or is he a bear?” Jamie pulled down the hood of his sleeper. “Boy.” “You’ve stayed up awfully late.” “I took a nap.” “That’s good. You wouldn’t wanna be grumpy tomorrow. You know what tomorrow is, don’t you?” “Christmas!” “It’s Christmas! Ho ho ho! And I brought you something.” The man in the Santa suit opened his red bag and pulled out a small package for each of them. “What do you say, Jamie?” “Thank you, Santa!” “You’re welcome. I’ll be back with the rest of your presents later.” “There’s more?” “You’ve been a very good boy! Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!” The man turned to leave, and the three of them waved until he reached the end of their sidewalk and then closed the door. “I told, you, Jamie. See? Santa.” “Who was that?” “Some guy who worked for a Santa company. They go door to door to deliver cookies to littles on Christmas Eve. But don’t tell any of your regressed friends.” “I liked that. Is he available on other holidays,” Mel asked. “Thank you,” Jamie smiled. “Thank Mom. And why don’t we save these cookies for later, and go to bed?” “Can we all fit in your bed?” “Let me guess – you want the middle?”