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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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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.

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.

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."

Hi guys! Here are the first two chapters for Araceli's Descent Into Babyhood. You can find chapter three and four already added to my website: The Padded Playground. There are new stories like Finding Mommy, Bully - A Mother's Forced Regression, and more. Be sure to check them out. Araceli's Descent Into Babyhood Lena looked around the room. It was a nursery, but everything was bigger than normal. A play pen in the middle filled with blankets and toys that could fit multiple adults in it. A crib on one corner, big enough for two adult women, and that crib wasn’t empty. Inside, a woman with olive skin and dark brown messy hair slept peacefully. She was naked but for a diaper, which was clearly wet. Araceli was sucking her thumb, probably dreaming about her past life. A life she had spent in the streets of Lima, begging for money to support herself and her children. Now, here she was, in America. In Lena’s home, sleeping like a baby, for a lack of a better word. Lena turned to see the camera pointed at the crib, recording Araceli’s every movement. And she couldn’t help but thinking about how she had made everything possible. How she turned the beggar mother into an ABDL superstar around the world. If the baby wasn’t sleeping she would’ve laughed diabolically. It was, after all, something only a villain would’ve done. Turn a mother from the streets into her perfect baby angel, submissive to her every command. Lena could’t deny it, she was proud of it. Chapter 1 Lena’s New Idea Lena looked at her phone and the endless notifications from her last post. It was a simple photo shoot of her wetting her diaper and then getting changed by a random fan she chose. It had gotten a lot of interactions; everyone wanted to have been that fan, and that kept her followers wanting more. But, if she was honest with herself, it wasn't the same anymore. She sighed, looking down the car window. The city was unlike anything she had seen before. A beautiful and endless green pier at the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean and she wasn't even in the nice part of the city yet. Perhaps, in the future, she thought, she could leave it behind. The idea of having to wear diapers and wetting or messing them up to make money for the rest of her life didn't seem as enticing as when she started selling content. She was running out of ideas to keep her followers satisfied. True, it gave her enough money to live a comfortable life. Not something the average ABDL content creator could say, but then again, not everyone had her hourglass figure and piercing blue eyes combined with long blonde hair, making her look like a baby Viking goddess when she was on character. At almost twenty-five, Lena couldn't have asked for better genetics. Her thoughts came back to the present when the car stopped, and she went down. The warmth of Lima radiated against her porcelain skin as she strolled past the elegant facade of the five-star hotel. In the heart of Lima's touristic district, restaurants and malls and beautiful parks were everywhere. And yet, on the streets, beggars. The taxi driver had told her they were Venezuelans, escaping from the horrors of socialism in their own country. Though, he pointed out, it wasn't that much better in Peru. Lena didn't know what to say, so she just nodded and smiled. Politics weren’t her thing. If anything, she just wanted to pay as little taxes as possible and not be bothered by anyone. But, confronted with it now, she felt sad for them. Something she could’ve just shake off once she was inside the hotel and that would’ve been it. And then it happened. She saw her first. Amidst the crowd, a woman in her late thirties with a beautiful tan, olive skin, and the deepest black eyes. She was tall for a Latina but with the natural curves of her people. Big breasts and a soft face, almost too soft for someone living in the streets. At that moment, Lena got an idea that would change her life and the life of that beautiful older woman who was asking for money from any and every tourist. Could it actually be possible that the beggar was the answer to her question? "Welcome to the Lima J.W. Marriott," said the guard, bringing her back into reality and helping Lena with her luggage. Lena didn’t answer. She was deep in thought. She didn’t want to be rude. No. But there was an idea forming in her mind. She felt the diaper around her crotch getting warmer. And the feeling of her urine against her skin confirmed what she wanted. She wanted out, and this was her opportunity. "Miss?" the guard asked again. "Could you get them inside," asked Lena, "I'll be back in a second. Thanks.” She rushed off, almost running, though the thick diaper wouldn’t allow too much movement. She rushed towards the woman she had seen, and stopped only when she was close enough to see her better. Her eyes had not lie. If she were clean and better fed, the mature woman could’ve been a former model. One of those Venezuelan ones that used to win every Miss Universe competition. "Excuse me," Lena began tentatively, not wanting to offend or scare the struggling mature woman, “Excuse me.” "Disculpe?" asked the woman, “Tiene dinero?” Lena smiled, giving her a ten-dollar bill, "English?" The woman nodded, "Little." "What's your name?” "Araceli." Looking at her closely, Lena could spot the dirt and stains in Araceli's clothing. She had probably haven't showered in a while. Her hair was messy and chaotic. She had lines around her eyes and dry lips. And yet, there was potential there that remained undiscovered. Exotic and sexy and, because of the woman’s demeanor, cuteness. With the right makeover and a proper cleanup - yeah, that would work. It would be perfect, and Lena’s own excitement made her already wet diaper soaked with her own juices. She could imagine herself diapering the woman, treating her like a baby for all her followers to see. She would be the mommy, not the baby anymore. Of course, she wouldn’t give up diapers. They were more for comfort and convenience than anything else. But yes, Araceli was the ideal candidate for her little experiment. She smiled, devilishly and charmingly, "Would you like more money?" Araceli nodded vigorously, "Yes, please.” "What would you do for it?" "How much?" "A thousand. Cash, I guess you don't really have a bank account, do you?” Araceli shook her head, "What do I do?" "Do you know what a diaper is?” Araceli nodded, though her eyes were perplexed at the question, "Babies, changes.” "Yeah," said Lena, "I'll give you a thousand dollars if you let me put one on you and then let me take photos and record it. It will be classy. Just one night. In my hotel room. No one else will be there. Just you and me.” Araceli looked lost for a second before she answered, "Porn?" Lena nodded, "A type of. But nothing too sexual unless you want to. Look, it's a lot of money, not just for someone living on the streets, but in general. Think about it. If you choose to do it, come to my hotel room. I'm in the penthouse. Ask for Miss Stone." Without letting the mature woman answer, she turned around, smiling, and walked back to her hotel. She stopped by the front door, right beside the security guard who had greeted her a few minutes before. He still had her luggage and a welcoming smile. "If the woman I was talking with comes asking for me. Show her to my room," she said, hanging him a fifty-dollar bill, "There's more if you're discreet about it." The guard’s smile grew bigger, “Yes, ma’am. Welcome to Lima City." Lena entered the hotel, "I'm going to like it here." Chapter 2 Mother & Daughter Araceli looked at her daughter. She was eagerly eating the street burger she had bought for them. Ten dollars wasn't a big thing for them gringos, but for her, it was life-changing. Her daughter had not known the taste of nice food in a while, and knowing she could change that for good made Araceli consider the proposal of the crazy white lady who gave her the money. Porn? Porn? But with diapers. It just didn't sound good. She said not really porn. Nothing too sexual. Was there not going to be coitus? Was it just the diaper? Those crazy people from first-world countries were really into some weird stuff, weren't they? "Are you okay, mom?" asked Maria. She looked like a clone of her mother but in the body of a nineteen-year-old. Even malnutrition hadn't taken away her beauty, and it was her beauty they were counting on when they escaped Venezuela. But when they arrived, they realized no matter how pretty they were, there were hundreds upon hundreds of them. Most Peruvians hated them, too. There were no opportunities. Chileans hated them. Argentinians hated them. Brazilians hated them. They were banned from El Salvador. It seemed they could only go to America, but getting there was the problem. Easy to go in, difficult to get there. "Mom?" asked Maria again. Araceli looked at her daughter and smiled, "Eat, honey.” Maria did as told. Mothers, especially those from Latin countries, would do anything for their kids. And if she wanted to call herself a real mother, she needed to step up. She couldn't let her daughter starve. And they needed a home. Somewhere to live. A thousand dollars was enough to rent an apartment for three months or more if they were smart about it. Maybe buy some cheap clothes. Eat properly for a while. But the shame of what she needed to do prevented her from committing to that decision. "Mom. That's it. Tell me what's going on," said Maria once more. Her daughter had always been more bossy and dominant than herself. It had gotten her into trouble, especially in a culture that didn't allow that on women. But Maria was also smart, maybe not street smart, but smart nonetheless. Emotionally smart would be the right word. "It's nothing, honey," she said, "I just got...a proposal." "A proposal?” Araceli nodded, "Yeah, a money-type proposal." "A job?” Araceli hesitated to share more with her daughter, but they were close. Best friends. There were no secrets between them, and that alone was the only reason they had survived so far. Together, they were stronger. They complemented each other. And her hesitation faded as she explained what had happened earlier that day. "Diapers? Porn? You aren't thinking about doing this. Are you?" asked Maria. Araceli nodded, "It's a lot of money. We could find a place to live." She looked around. They were sitting in a dark park, hoping no one would force them out until the morning. "But it's no different than having sex for money! No. You won't do it. I forbid it.” "I'm the mother.” "Yes, but I'm the one that takes care of us.” "Enough," said Araceli, putting her foot down for the very first time in her life, "I'm the adult here. You're only nineteen. I decide what we do, and if I decide I'm taking the offer, I will. No discussion." There was a moment of awkward silence between the two. Araceli tried to look away, giving her daughter some sense of space. Though, they dared not to get too far away from each other at night. "If I had a room, I'd rush there and stomp the door," said Maria, and Araceli chuckled, and she did, too, "When do you have to do it?" …………………………………………… In her hotel, Lena had everything ready. She had bought diapers she was sure would fit Araceli. They had different bodies and hers wouldn’t actually cut it for what she intended. She also got more baby powder and baby wipes for diaper changes. Her camera was already set up. And she had the cash ready. She even ordered food and alcohol, perhaps, it would help break the ice. And now she waited. It would be her first time as someone's caregiver. The idea itself was exhilarating, enough to create a sense of warmness between her crotch. Knowing Araceli was vanilla and, like most people in the region, probably conservative, made the entire idea even more exciting. Controlling someone twice her age was something she had never expected, but it was a welcomed change. While she waited, she thought, why not? Her finger found their way to her wet pussy, caressing it slowly and carefully at first, thinking about the mature woman who she would soon put back in diapers. Lena was never meant to be the baby. She had always craved to be in charge. And now she was close to it and as the thought came to her mind, she reached the best climax she had had in ages. Her heart was beating fast and she was sweating slightly, and she was naked on top of the bed. It was going to be an interesting experience, that was for sure. She smiled and kept waiting. …………………………………………… Araceli didn't know what to say or how to act. Everyone in the hotel looked at her as if she had some sort of disease. She kept telling herself it was for her daughter, but she had to admit, that it was mostly for her. She wanted a better life. A different life. Her daughter didn’t mind. She didn’t lost everything when communism destroyed her country. She was born in poverty already, and it’s easier to live knowing you haven’t lost anything than it is to accept what you had is gone. She sighed as she found her way around the hotel hallways and stairs. She dared not take the elevator. Her smell alone would make it unpleasant for everyone, so she took the long route to the penthouse floor where the security guard told her Lena would be waiting. The outside of the hotel was luxurious and elegant, but inside, it was like something out of her imagination. If this was how people lived in countries with decent economies, was it better somewhere else? America, perhaps, was as good as her acquaintances had told her. She walked down the aisles and through, looking for the room where she would earn money enough to change her daughter’s life for good. If only it didn’t mean dishonoring herself. If only she didn’t have to submit to others’ demands to survive. She cursed her luck as the thought of being diapered again by someone much younger than her rushed through her brain. Would it be that bad? She had no time to answer herself as she reached Lena’s room. Hesitant, she knocked, and within a few seconds, the door opened. She took a deep breath and stepped in. The room was dimly lit, but she could make out the figure of a woman, younger than herself, sitting on a couch. She was sipping on a glass of wine, and her eyes seemed to sparkle in the low light. The fragrance of fresh flowers filled the air, and soft, sensuous music played in the background. It was a surreal environment, so far removed from her reality that it left her feeling like she had walked into a dream. "Hola, Araceli," Lena greeted her warmly, setting her glass down on the table, "That's about as much Spanish you'll hear from me, though." There was a long pause as Araceli closed the door behind her. “Are you ready for this?” Asked Lena. Araceli nodded, hesitant about her answer, but knowing there was no other way for her.

Hello I've been reading a bunch of little space stories and became inspired to write my own. It's the first story I've written like this so I hope everyone enjoys it. Chapter 1 Classification Day Sarah looked around the auditorium, there were just over two dozen students assembled. Every year from the ages of fifteen to eighteen students are tested for any developing classifications. Those who test positive are divided into three types, dominant, subordinate, and neutral, with several subtypes under dom and sub. Sarah figured she was going to be a caregiver, she always loved playing with her little cousins. Loved seeing them happy and smiling. Caregivers are usually taller but it's not unheard of them to be shorter than six feet. She stood just over five feet tall, with chestnut brown hair and sparkling green eyes that seemed larger than normal. Her face was soft and slightly puffy giving her an innocent look. It was a source of frustration for her, while it helped her when dealing with kids and littles, adults treated her younger than she actually was. The other students looked around nervously, a few of them were obviously friends as they huddled together whispering amongst themselves. She can't blame the others, they probably didn't know what they were going to be. Their attention was drawn to the front by an opening door. A woman walked from the open door to the podium, tapping on the mic before turning her attention to the students. “Welcome to Classification assignment,” the woman said. She was taller than the assembled students. Standing at least six feet tall, with long blond hair and a warm gentle face. “You all can call me Miss Clarissa, and today you’ll all be tested for a classification.” The students' voices raised as a few blurted out questions. Miss Clarissa raised her hand, silencing everyone. “I know you all have questions but we have a lot of students to get through. When your name is called please go through those doors.” she pointed to a set of double doors that stood open. A nurse in scrubs standing there with a list. “Sarah Anderson,” the nurse called. Sarah jumped a little and walked over to the woman, who had a gentle smile on her face. Sarah was led to a small area sectioned off with some partitions. “Please sit. Today we're going to be drawing some blood and then you’ll take the Bectel test.” “Is it painful?” Sarah asked. “Not at all sweetie, some electrodes will be placed on your head then you’ll watch a video while a computer monitors your neural activity. Now I'm going to draw some blood. Is that alright with you?” Sarah nodded her head, and watched the nurse take out a blood draw kit and several vials. She wrapped an elastic band around the girl's arm before feeling for a vein in the crook of her elbow. It took her a moment to find an acceptable vein but she nodded in satisfaction and cleaned the area with an alcohol wipe. Popping the safety cap off the butterfly needle she went to insert it. The girl watched the needle, her heart racing as it drew closer to her skin. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her hands. “Relax sweetie, it’ll only take a moment,” the nurse said gently. Sarah nodded and unclenched her hands, whimpering as she felt the needle pierce her skin. “Shh shh, you’re fine. Just going to take a moment,” she spoke calmingly and soothingly. “Just one more. That's a good girl.” The nurse took four vials before removing the needle and taping a cotton ball to the puncture. Sarah felt a few tears fall from her eyes as she watched the nurse put labels on the vials and drop them into a bag. The nurse walked away and came back a few seconds later with a sucker. “Here you go darling,” she said, handing it out. “Ready for the next part? I promise it won't hurt.” “‘Kay,” Sarah said with a sniffle. The nurse led her through the room, other kids were having their blood drawn. One of them bawled their eyes out. She tried to focus on her breathing. Trying to calm her racing heart. She didn't notice when they left the room and entered a small room with a machine in it. An older man stood beside a small reclining chair. “I have Sarah Anderson here,” she said, handing over some paperwork. “Excellent, can you sit here for me,” the doctor asked gently. Sarah nodded and hopped up on the chair, her head feeling fuzzy from the needle, she always hated needles. The doctor explained what he was going to do, which she mostly ignored. Except for the last part which caught her attention. “... then once I get a baseline reading I'm going to show you a video.” “Video…?” “Yes, it's just some funny shapes and colors,” he said, walking over to the computer, then tapping a few buttons. “Ready sweetheart?” She nodded again, and watched him flip a switch with trepidation. Bracing for the unknown she was slightly disappointed when nothing happened. He simply smiled down at her, putting her at ease. While she waited she looked around the room. It was a classroom, all the desks were pushed to one wall and the room divider was stretched across it, dividing the classroom in half. “One of my colleagues is in the other half with another Bectel tester,” he said, following her gaze. The computer dinged and he clapped his hands together. “Alright sweetheart, I'm going to start the next part now, go ahead and look at the TV there.” “‘Kay…” she said watching the tv. It was still black for a moment before turning on. It was showing a pure white image. She started to turn her head when the doctor gently patted the top of it. “Keep watching.” She nodded and became entranced as some shapes and colors flashed on screen. They began to change, changing size and color. As she watched her head began to feel fuzzy again. She shook it, trying to clear it while keeping her eyes on the screen. But the fuzzy feeling continued. Spreading through her whole head. The funny shapes continued to change. “Pwetty…” “How are you feeling sweetheart?” “I few fuzzy,” she giggled. “Do you know where you are?” “Scoo!” she exclaimed. “That's right,” he said, smiling at her. “Pwetty sparkus,” she beamed. The video kept her rapt attention, running for a while before fading back to pure white. “Are you with me sweetheart?” “Huh?” Sarah blinked several times before shaking her head. “What…?” “We're done, you'll receive your results in a few days after the bloodwork finishes.” “Thank you,” she said. “No thank you for being such a good girl,” he said, smiling as her cheeks turned pink. “Nurse, I'm ready for the next one.” Sarah looked at the clock, somehow thirty minutes had passed already. Her attention was pulled away as the door opened up. The nurse led another student into the room and took Sarah back to the auditorium. “Sarah Anderson?” Miss Allison called. “Yes ma’am?” “You may go home, take this letter to your parents please,” she said, holding out a sealed envelope. “Yes ma’am,” she said, taking the offered envelope and walking to the door. She pulled her phone from her pocket and texted her mom asking for a pickup. Settling down to read something while she waited. She got a few chapters through one of her favorite little stories before her mom pulled up. “Sarah sweetie,” her mom called her, making her jump. She was so focused on what she was reading she didn't notice her mom standing in front of her. “How’d it go?” “It was alright, they took some of my blood and hooked me up to a weird computer.” “Ah, I remember the day I was classified. Everyone there said it was obvious what I was,” she said, a nostalgic tinge to her voice. “Really?” Sarah asked, hopping to her feet and following her mom to their car. They both climbed into the car, and buckled in. “Yea, it was very obvious I was a dom even before then.” “It was?” “Yea, I was already more developed than other girls my age, and I was very authoritative. The next year I met your father,” she said, then sighed. It was true, her mom was nearly six feet tall, standing at five foot eleven. She was a mistress, which she reluctantly told her daughter. Much to Sarah's embarrassment. Her mother had the same chestnut hair, but hers fell down to the middle of her back. Her warm honey colored eyes drew the viewer to her face, with its small dainty nose, full pouty lips, and sensual smile. “I miss dad,” Sarah said, sniffling slightly, a tear rolling down her cheek. “I do too.” A silence between them fell as her mother drove back to their house. “So, any idea what your classification is?” her mom asked, breaking the silence. “Caregiver probably.” “You do have a lot of fun playing with Alice and Sam. Are you sure you’re not a little?” “No mom, I don’t want to be a little.” “Why not sweetie?” “Cause I don't want to be reliant on someone my whole life. I don't want to be restricted from being an adult. I don't want my freedom taken away. Besides, I don't have any little tendencies.” “Still you might be surprised,” she said softly. “Mom no, I don't even want to think that way. I’ll be a caregiver. End of story,” she said, crossing her arms. “Alright sweetie,” her mom said, chuckling softly. “Did they say how long you have to wait?” “No, but they gave me a letter for you,” she said, pulling it out of her pocket. “Hold on to it until we get home sweetie.” “‘Kay mom.” Sarah pulled out her phone and texted her best friend Melissa. She’s also doing her classification test today, but later than Sarahs. With a big yawn her head bobbed and fell to her chest as she fell asleep. ***** “Sweetie, time to get up.” “Huh?” Sarah stirred, looking at her mom bleary eyed. “We’re home.” She looked around in confusion. “Still tired sweetie?” Sarah nods and holds up her arms. “Such a spoiled girl,” her mom said, giggling as she picked up her daughter, pocketing the envelope that had fallen from her grip. Carrying the half awake girl to the front door. She used her free hand to open the door. “We’re back,” she said, closing the door behind her. “Welcome back Mistress Michelle,” a woman called from the other room. “How’d it go?” “Well enough,” she replied, walking into the living room. Placing her daughter down on the couch she turned to face a woman who looked very different than her. Smaller with light blonde hair and clear blue eyes. She was much smaller at only “Long day?” “I think she was just stressed. You know how stressful classification day can be,” she sighed sitting down next to the woman, who pressed into her side and hummed contentedly. “I know, my mom was sad that I got designated as a pet,” she said nuzzling into Michelle. “Like she was super supportive but I could tell she was disappointed.” “And it's her loss,” she replied, planting a kiss on the smaller woman's lips. “You’re a wonderful woman, Ariel. And an amazing pet. “I’m so glad you adopted me,” she said. “Especially after Jason.” “Shh shh, don't even think about him,” Michelle said, swiping a tear from her pet's cheek. “Should we wake Sarah up?” “No, leave her to sleep for now, it's barely been twenty minutes. She gave me a letter,” she said, holding up the sealed envelope. Dear Miss Michelle, This letter is to inform you that preliminary results show that your daughter will be classified as a little. You should make sure she's aware and ready to receive the official announcement, as well as her official regression range. Should she drop before receiving the results we encourage you to allow it to progress naturally. Sarah will be required to attend special classes. Before her eighteenth birthday we advise finding her a caregiver. If she doesn’t have a registered caregiver sixty days after her eighteenth birthday a foster caregiver will be assigned to her. Once her age range is established a list of required items will be supplied with the classification folder. Best regards, Agent Alexi, C.L.P.S. “Shit…” Michelle swore. “What?” “Sarah’s going to be pissed…”

@Little Sherri@FretaBWet@LilRugrat That can happen, as when you go to the doctor's office, and you need something like a new authorization for incontinence supplies (such as I did when I first met my new doctor in 2023) or when you use PT or OT, or an Orthopedic Specialist. These things only last a year or so, and they expire. With incontinence supplies, the owner of the company that I get them from takes care of that for me. Those authorizations have to be done every six months, and I like the way it is done now, because SHE knows when it's due to be reauthorized, and SHE calls and deals with the doctor and gets that all set for me. I had to go through hell during the pandemic, because once my authorization ran out, not only did it run out at the end of the six month authorization period, it EXPIRED and sat so long that the WHOLE PROCESS had to be redone from the START, because someone was NOT paying attention, and did NOT tell me anything until well AFTER the thing was expired. That resulted in me NOT being able to order diapers, boosters and underpads for 7 MONTHS! Lucky for me, I am able to order TWICE a month, and so I could get a total of 180 diapers in reserve - I NEEDED to use that reserve when this snafu happened, and that was when the OWNER took over, and will let me know either by phone or email the status of the authorization, and will make the necessary call when it needs to be renewed: I don't worry about THAT anymore - But when you have snafu's happen in systems like this, you CANNOT bank on whether something is DONE or NOT! I don't have any problems with the fact that My records indicate that I suffer from incontinence of feces and urine - In FACT, I WANT it stated on my medical records, because of the hell I went through in 2018 and 2019 with accidents, diverticulitis, IBS and mobility issues. I'm not as FAST as I used to be, and that is a problem. Because of people on DD who helped me deal with the issues I was dealing with, and discussing things with me, I was able to accept what was happening, and I learned that it is not bad to wear diapers and i was able to finally understand and accept my situation, and I am glad that I had a bunch of good people here that are understanding and know what is what when it comes to issues like this! For that, I am grateful (You know who you are) One of the many things I've learned is that you should EMBRACE the situation you find yourself in, and NOT worry about what people believe or think. What is important is that you do what you do, in a responsible manner, and that you do it because you feel lt is the right thing to do. Just because people think that "diapers are for babies," they are NOT - and they help people deal with incontinence and other issues. I have been lucky, in that my diagnosis happened in 2019, before the pandemic started. I have only been to the hospital once during the pandemic, and I was asked to mask, which is OK with me. Having them KNOW of my incontinence, they know, in fact they may EXPECT that I am wearing a diaper, and they sometimes ask if I am in need of a change, and they have done that for me in the ER twice, and when I had my colo, they changed me 27 times in two days. They did it with care, compassion, love, understanding, and professionalism. There have been many times I am sure that they have helped others in my position: They DID say something about how GOOD my Northshore Megamaxes were, to which I did say, "I am TOTALLY incontinent BOTH ways, so I need the best" Most medical professionals won't even bat an eyelash when it comes to dealing with incontinence, because to them it has been done before, and it's not a big deal or an issue. With severe IC noted both ways NOTED on my medical records, they KNOW about it, it's DIAGNOSED, and I don't have to hide it anymore, or my feelings about the situation. Once, we were talking about Incontinence in chat, and we were discussing a "desire to be incontinent" Vs. "medically diagnosed incontinence." I remember a LOT of people who have visited here, and in their journey, they ask "What is it like to BE Incontinent?" My answer: Think of it as you being two to three years old, and still in diapers. You have a diaper on, and you have to GO to the bathroom, and you try to hold it, and you can't and you just let it all out. You don't have any control at all, you don't KNOW WHEN you will release, or WHAT you will release, but you KNOW you are going to wet/mess that diaper. I tell them that people that are IC are just that way: They don't have a CHOICE, because they WILL release. @~ashley~said it best when she said her "Plumbing is broken downstairs" (and I will always remember what she said, because it is a PERFECT explanation of the situation): She tells it like it is, and I do the same thing - I am glad that I was able to get the help I needed, as well as to give others the same help and support. That is why I always say, you may have a negative because of incontinence, but for each negative, you try to find the positive: In my case, I am IC, and I have to wear diapers, but I can also deal with the feelings and urges that I deal with by wearing them, which is an appropriate way to deal with it. I remember someone asking me if I knew what I was talking about, and @Little Sherri said that I am the "real deal" when it comes to incontinence - which made me chuckle - I've dealt with diapers on and off all my life, and I've been a DL since I was 8. If you read my "Journey Thread", you'll get an idea of what I went through as a kid, with all of the time I spent in pediatric rehab, and It's no WONDER I am the way i am - They put people in diapers because they don't want you to get up and move around without help, and even then, you had them help you - At night, they would diaper you, so they would not have to take you to the bathroom. If you didn't wear diapers, and you wet/messed the bed, they would diaper you because they had to take you to the bathroom, and they usually didn't want to do it, resulting in people having a wet or messy bed, because (in my mind) they were LAZY and did not WANT to help us once we were down for the night: They wanted to only have to change diapers, which is easier than taking us to the bathroom. My journey thread explains that and more HERE @superabsorbantpolymer Most medical questionnaires have questions like that, as they may be trying to help you and having an issue marked on a form like that would alert the doctor if someone is normally NOT having problems with bladder or bowels, and suddenly has a problem that presents, and one of the things is that they are having troubles with bladder or bowel control. However, I have never heard of a message place asking something like that, BUT, they could do that, so they could be prepared for such a need if someone is incontinent - When you are dealing with the doctor, they may want to know the frequency, the amount of void, the color of the urine or stool, or if the smell is different, which would be an indicator of further problems, or at least a warning that the doctor may want to investigate what's going on. Nothing wrong with having a diapered massage! I've had dreams of DD members giving me one: which was the inspiration for me writing my story ~Brian's Dream Comes True~, (HERE). Nothing like a message to help you unwind, and loosen up tired, achy muscles! @Little Sherri That reminds me of the questionnaire I completed for the University of Vermont's UVM Health Network: UVM Medical Center Headache Clinic in Burlington, VT (USA). That was FIFTEEN (15) pages long. Because that thing is done, Now I can see Dr. Reagan more quickly than I expected, it is better for me, as my responses were able to help her decide, with help of a couple of doctors that she consulted, what medicines i could take that would NOT cause problems. I see her in 3 months, but today, at 5:30AM, I had to take a 100MG fast acting tablet cause my head was KILLING me!! I don't think you'll regret doing it: I was scared as hell when I first started having problems with incontinence, and because of the good people here, and knowing about Daily Diapers being here, I KNEW where I needed to come to get the help I needed, and I can tell you, it's the BEST decision I ever made: Life is so stressful out there, and the LAST thing I, or anyone else should sweat over is a wet or messy diaper when it happens (Unless there is a REASON to suspect that the reason is due to some abnormal situation, which in that case, you should ALWAYS check to make sure nothing is REALLY WRONG!). I've been wearing 24/7/365 since 2020 - and I DO NOT have any regrets, and I am happier now: I think of wearing diapers as a necessity, as well as a comfort to me, and think of the fact that the world, as @Kawaharu has stated before is so Stressful, that I think of wearing diapers as a stress reliever, as well as using the diaper as a stress reliever, as what you release is the "Junk" You and your Body do NOT need, so it is ejected and then you change when you are ready I don't have any regrets, other than that I wish that I would have done this earlier than 2020, but sometimes, the right circumstances have to present, and you have to have the right support systems to make that happen - i have those now, and I will NEVER have to worry about that again! Brian

I love being a bedwetter. For most of my entire adult life I have never slept a complete night and always had to get up to go to the bathroom. As I matured it went from once to possibly three times a night. Now that I wear diapers to bed and due to a prescription change, I sleep the entire night. In the morning I wake up with a swollen diaper and rested because of a full night's rest. Even if I wake up during the night feeling the urge to go to the bathroom. I just lay there and let it flow and enjoy it and go back to sleep. Currently I have some urinary issues and I very well may end up being diaper dependent shortly. I don't necessarily think that's a bad thing.

Hoping to see a new chapter !! This story soo good and it’s killing not now how gonna Varys gonna react being treated like a baby with his ex in lawns

I actually thought about putting on a cloth diaper to enjoy my time in the past, but with high winds and trees falling I decided it was better to stay in ready-to-run mode. lol I did have an oil lamp for a while, I wonder what happened to it.

A small voice in the back of my head is telling me that Nina may have something to do with Sam's potty issues. I think that she is grooming Sam for a mdlg relationship. Even if Sam finds out, I don't think she would mind because of her crush on her. This is definitely my favorite Sam story so far. I look forward to next week's chapter!

I change between Megan's view point when we are in the present in the car, but to October's view point when she is telling the story of how she got stuck with the Gavins. This is just the first part of her story. So, to help you guess when we are shifting view points, I tried to double space so the spaces should be bigger when shifting scenes, and also, I usually had Megan interrupting October's story with her curious moments, comments, and questions, she normally starts out speaking after a longer spacing. I think it's easier to see it going back to October telling the story because the little interruption comes to a close, I think, and then October starts telling her story again. Chapter Three October’s Story Part I “So, I guess you didn’t really like where you were placed at,” I looked over at Octy after a little while in the car with her. Every time the conversation turned towards her place before Vanessa got her, during the last hour or so, she kept looking away and got a little quiet. “No,” she sighed and looked at me with those cute little blue-green eyes of hers. “It was not a fun place to be at all, but then, when you are bad like me, I guess I deser…,” she paused mid-word because I frowned at her narrowing my eyes at her. “Stop that,” I nearly threw a fit. “You’re not bad, and anyone that made you think like that, are bad. You know if you do something bad or not, and it doesn’t sound like you did anything on purpose, that you knew would cause trouble.” Daddy heard me yell at Octy, whom now was looking down. “Megan, sweetheart, yelling at her to stop it will only make her shut you out. It takes more than just words to get through someone that’s been abused.” “Abuse?” I asked. “You know… hit all the time and told things to make you feel like you can’t do anything right. Vanessa has been telling me a little bit about what the little one has gone through, and she’s not just trying to irritate you, okay?” I frowned. I turned back to Octy and put a hand on her arm. “I’m sorry, Octy. I should have known better, but it’s just… how…? How can you think you are bad?” October gulped. Her blue-green eyes shined at me. I knew she was thinking and she started to wiggle her legs. I grabbed her hand. “Octy. I’m really sorry. You don’t have to tell me,” I whispered. She nodded, but after a minute or two, a soft whispery kind of air came from her throat. “It was at night, when the police came along with some people that I knew hated uncle,” she had started. Tears leaked from her eyes. Her mouth twitched a moment, and then she continued. “I woke up to people breaking into the front and back door. I was in the bedroom, and when I woke up with a start, I did my first bad thing….” She looked me in the eye, and seemed to wait for something, but what, I didn’t know until she looked down at her lap. She mouthed it more than she said it. “I wet the bed for the first time, ever.” I nodded. “That’s kind of natural,” I whispered to her. “I go almost every morning when I wake up, and so surely it’s because I had to go in the night, but my body can wait, only you got scared….” She hung her head. “You wouldn’t have wet.” I blushed. I didn’t know if I would have or not, but I knew how scary it was to wet. I was scared to tell daddy earlier. “But you’re not me, and I’m not you, are we?” She shook her head no. She was quiet for a while. Maybe I had discouraged her. I shuffled in my seat not sure what to say to ease the uneasiness in the quiet back. Dad and Vanessa were talking really low in the front, so it was really quiet. I reached in back and pull out a bottle of soda for myself, and then looking at Octy, I asked her. “Hey, do you want some?” Octy just shrugged, so I gave her a grape one, and I put an orange and a grape one up in Vanessa’s lap for the adults. “Oh, thank you, honey,” Vanessa said to me. I smiled. I felt kind of shy about her thanking me for such a simple thing; especially, since I only thought of her after I thought of Octy because when I got me one, then I saw Octy, and knew she must not have anything, and if I was thirsty, she probably was, too. Suddenly, Octy began again after taking a small sip, a purple mustache started to lightly color her upper lip. “So, uncle came into the room, and he pushed me towards the closet. We had practiced that so many times before. I don’t think Uncle knew it was mixed with the police at the door. But even the police were there to take him, so it still wasn’t good for him.” I listened trying to keep my questions and my mouth shut so as not to discourage her again. They found me the next day, when I had to come out of hiding to get something to eat. I hadn’t eaten for breakfast or lunch, but stayed holed up in my safety spot, and no one found me all the time I was there. I had to pee my pants again, like twice, because I was too scared to come out. But finally, I had to eat. My room was quiet, and the lights in the hall were off. Out the bedroom window, I saw the sun going down. When I came out of my closet, I had seen that they had stripped my bed clean of everything, and my closet was so bare, it was like coming out into an unfamiliar bedroom. There was no evidence that I was even there. I poked my head into the hall, and the empty quietness was scary. I was afraid to turn on the light in case someone was still in the house, but there were no signs of them being there at the moment. “Octy,” I interrupted her, the idea that all her stuff was missing from her closet, and they still didn’t see her was bothering me. How could they miss her? “I’m sorry, but how did they not see you?” “Oh, that, well, my uncle cut a hole in the wall, a very small square hole, and he measured it so it could be a really tight squeeze even for me, and then he made like a secret little hiding room for me in there. It was not very bit to tell the truth, but it was perfect for hiding in, and it had pillows, a blanket, and I brought a stuffed animal with me when I hid in there.” “But how did they not see the hole?” “Oh, my uncle made sure I had a board on myside and some kind of like slot thing to put it in, so when they tried to push on it, it felt like wall, and I had to lift it out and into the slot to make it work, so they thought it was just all closet.” “Wow!” She smiled shyly at me. After a few moments where she drank a little of her soda and I looked out at the clouds lazily floating across the sky, I started to hear her continue the tale. The kitchen and living room were all dark, so it seemed fine. I thought I was out of the woods, so I turned on the light so I could see what there was to eat, and when I did, there was sudden knocking at the door, and they broke in again. I wasn’t fast enough, and they grabbed me. I fought them tooth and nail, scratching, pulling hair, and biting arms and legs, but eventually, they held me so I couldn’t fight and just kept on me until I had no more energy left. And I knew I had lost. That night, I took a ride to a scary looking office, still hungry because I hadn’t eaten anything yet, and I was very thirsty, too. I was too scared to tell them though, so I couldn’t help from coughing a lot. They took me into an office, where a lady was on the phone with someone, and I felt my stomach growl. I put my hands on my tummy, because it hurt from being hungry, and looking around the office, you could tell there was no food in there, so there was really no point in asking at that time. I’m really sorry, but I was so nervous, I was bad again. I had an accident. “Young lady!” the lady that had been on the phone looked up to see me wetting my pants again. “What do you think you are doing?” I shivered and cowered and tears came uncontrollably down my face, just like the water between my legs. “How old are you?” I shivered and cowered at her, not being able to get my chin to stop shivering from fright or get my tongue to speak from thirst. I just looked at her, like a mouse in front of a cat knowing the mouse hole was too far away now. “Stand up,” the lady had suddenly softened and sighed. “You can’t go to your new home like that.” “New home?” “Yes, sweetheart. Your uncle was taken to jail to await the process to answer for his crimes, and you have no one to take you in, so you are going to stay with a foster family tonight.” I frowned. “I don’t want to go.” The woman smiled softly and she bent down so she was eyelevel with me. “No one likes to go to foster care, sweetheart. But foster care is the best thing right now because your uncle is not able to be home to take care of you, and as far as we can tell, there is no one else that you are talking to.” “I have friends at school,” I said indignantly not liking that she assumed I was not loveable. “I didn’t mean friends, sweetheart. I meant a grandma or another aunt or uncle to take you in. Those are the only people that we can put you with temporarily who have not yet been put into the system.” “Oh.” “So, you can’t go in those wet clothes, little one. By the looks of it, you’ve been wearing wet clothes for a while.” “What did you aspect,” I said looking up at her. “The police took everything from my closet when I came out, so I had nothing to change into. I had to hide all day.” The woman nodded at me. “That’s understandable, but your bed was wet.” I frowned. I had peed in it when I was startled awake, but I kind of didn’t trust this woman. She was working for the bad guys that paid the police to raid my uncle, I think. So, I didn’t say why I peed the bed. She took my hand, and though every part of me wanted to kick her, bite her, and try to get away, I somehow stilled myself knowing that it was against the law to attack a policeman, and I thought she was probably like a policeman. I didn’t walk very fast though, and anyway, it was hard to walk fast. I was itching and uncomfortable from being wet, I was hungry and thirsty, and I was too nervous of her to know what she was really going to do to me. She pulled at my arm some, and that hurt, too, but eventually, she got me to the bathroom, where she made me wait. Then she stepped out for a long while, and so I started trying to drink water from the sink using my hands like a bowl, you know, like when you have nothing to hold the water in. I got a few handfuls of water wetting my shirt as I did while she was out, but she came in and shook her head at me. “You couldn’t just tell me you were thirsty?” she asked me. I hung my head. What was I supposed to think? That a bad person cares if you are thirsty? Uncle had prepared me for someone that might try to capture me and do something with me. I was prepared not to be fed or have water, so I got some when it was chanced to me. The woman sighed and she squatted down and started to peel off my pants. The stains on them told the story, of what positions and how many times they were peed into, and all I could do, was hold my head in shame. If I had had any clothes in my bedroom, I would have changed the minute I had a chance. “She almost yelled at you for wetting your pants in the office, but she already knew you’d peed yourself a bunch of times?” I asked Octy. “I think?” Octy looked down blushing and a little uncertain. “I’m sorry, Octy. I just got a little confused why one more accident would matter so much to someone.” “You and me, too,” October said blushing. “I mean. I sat in her office chair already wearing wet clothes. And they didn’t even offer anything to eat at all, and I was starving, but it’s like she didn’t see nothing.” I shook my head. “Well, it seems to me, that that woman was bad.” October looked up at me. “Look, I’ll deny everything if you ever tell anyone. But…. Yeah, I wet my pants once or twice when I was eight. My daddy didn’t let me wear the wet things long at all. As soon as he saw, he made me change, and even helped me the first time it happened. That’s just what you’re supposed to do with little kids when they wet, and you were like eight at time?” “Yeah,” Octy blushed. “So, you did it before, when you were eight years old?” I blushed. “Yeah. Once when I was too scared to ask a substitute teacher to use the toilet, once when we were in the car too long, and once when I was so sad I wasn’t paying attention because it was right after mommy died, and I peed my pants.” Octy reached back to me, and hugged me. “That last one doesn’t even count at all,” she said. “And I’ll never tell anyone what you told me. It’s hurtful to tell people stuff about other people that you know would make them hurt.” I nodded. “So, the lady said you were going to a foster family?” So, the lady put me in a diaper in the bathroom and then a skirt, and then she put me in a different shirt. She finally asked me about my wants after I was dressed in cleaner clothes. “So, you just pottied,” she told me. “Are you hungry or anything?” I nodded. I felt my face so burning in shame, it was still hard to talk. “We can stop and get you a snack on the way to meet your new foster parents, but they might have some dinner for you, so we’ll just get something small, okay?” I nodded. My stomach grumbled again, and before I knew it, we were off in the car again. I was about to meet some people connected to this woman. I wasn’t sure now, if she was paid by the people that were after my uncle, if she was a real policeman-like person, or if she was something entirely different. I just knew it wasn’t safe to trust anyone right now, but I was hungry. After we had stopped for something at Seven Eleven, I think it was, we drove out to the people’s house. Their house was a lot nicer than my uncle’s place. They had an upstairs you could tell from outside the house, and their walk was lined with red and yellow flowers. The brown door on the front of their house had orange glass in four panels in it, but the glass was foggy and dense, so you couldn’t really see through it. The door seemed like it was a sentry keeping me out of the clean environment. Even that night, scared, tired, and still hungry and smelling bad, I knew somehow, that I was an unwanted pest about to intrude upon a sterile environment. I hid behind the lady and let her talk first. She rang the doorbell, and was soon greeted by Mr. Gavins, a tall redheaded man with steely blue eyes. “Mr. Gavins?” the lady addressed the man. I never did get the woman’s name, somehow. I think she must have told me several times what her name was, and she probably dropped her name like twice in her conversation as she was dropping me off there, but I could never remember her name. “Yes, that’s me,” the man nodded at us. “…. So, is that the girl?” he had said a lot of stuff, some of which I just didn’t bother to listen for, but my ears caught when he started to talk properly about me. “She doesn’t look thirteen to me.” “As I told Mrs. Gavins on the phone, she’s just turned eight recently. We are still looking for a thirteen-year-old for you, but right now, this one has nowhere to go.” The man nodded and opened the door as he called out for the Mrs. “Honey! You got it right! They are trying to stick us with an eight-year-old child!” “Please, be nice,” I heard Mrs. Gavins come into the little entrance area from off to the right. “We can look after her for some time.” He sighed. “Well, we really don’t need an eight-year-old,” Mr. Gavins told her. “I know, babe, but she’s in need of a home, so let’s just play nice.” They were saying this in front of the policeman-like lady? Why didn’t the woman take me away right then? I still sometimes wonder how she could have left me with those people who really didn’t look like they wanted me in the first place. “Wait! They were being mean from the very start, and that lady just left you with people like that?” I felt my temper rise inside me. And they got Octy to believe she was bad. Those people didn’t know anything about Octy yet! And that woman didn’t seem to care enough to have done much looking into her either. This was a load of a word that my daddy doesn’t like me saying. “Yeah,” Octy looked down. “They wanted a teenager for a reason. They already had three kids. One was ten at the time, but she was still too little, really to do what they wanted the teenager for, and then there was a boy who was five and girl that was three.” “Okay, so what? Did they want a babysitter or something?” I asked what should have been obvious to me, but I wanted to make sure I had it clearly understood. Octy nodded. “I’m so sorry,” the man suddenly became polite after his wife told him to be nice. “It’s just we’ve been really wanting to help an older kid out of the system. We heard that they are often not chosen because they are too old for most people, but we really wouldn’t mind having a teen. As you can see, we already have younger kids.” The woman smiled at him, but I could only narrow my eyes at him. Something was off about the way he threw a fit that I wasn’t thirteen or something. I didn’t know what he had planned at the time for me, but I knew that he wanted a teen for whatever it was. Mrs. Gavins bent down and she took my hands. “So, I’m told your name is October,” she raised her voice at the end like a question. I nodded. “I’m called Octy.” I had tried to be polite and answer her, but I was still nervous, scared, and suspicious of everything. My voice didn’t want to go any higher though somehow, I felt it was a mistake not to speak up. “Well, Octy, it’s too bad your uncle was found to be a criminal, but at least you are safe now, right?” I looked up at her with a confusing and pouty indignant stare. I didn’t like the way she called my uncle a criminal. Even if he was arrested, I knew he didn’t do bad things, and as for being safe, I felt a lot safer around him than I did any of the people standing around me at the moment. “Well, never mind that,” the lady said appearing to read my violent vibes I was sending out that my uncle was a lot safer than anyone around here was. “Let’s just get you settled in, shall we?” “Oh, you may need to feed her. She was a little bit hungry on our way, so I got her a sandwich, but there’s no telling when she really ate last, and she had that sandwich down in two bites,” the woman told them. “She also needs a bath. She’s in a diaper right now, and it was just put on her less than an hour ago, so she shouldn’t be wet yet.” Mrs. Gavins nodded and took me off to the right, and into the kitchen area and lifted me up to the table to eat. Then she went to the fridge and pulled out some stuff to start cooking. I guess Mr. Gavins finished with the lady because that was the last time I saw her. “I don’t like that lady,” I told Octy. “She just made it sound like you just peed in diapers all day all the time.” “I know,” Octy nodded agreeing with me. “I didn’t like her from the minute I saw her, but what was I going to say? She got me when my pants were totally soaked from wetting a bunch of times, and then I peed in front of her. I didn’t think saying I don’t do that would have went very well then.” I nodded. “Maybe not. But she still shouldn’t have said it like that.” “Well, like I said, I don’t know if she was even a real policeman-like thing or whatever. I think she was actually trying to get rid of me so my uncle can’t find me.” I frowned. “But real police took you from the house?” “Yeah, I think….” I shook my head. “The lady seemed to be putting you with people though, and they fought about your age. I don’t know how foster stuff works, but we should look that up when we get to Wyoming.” Octy nodded. “I have to see if there is a way to find out what really happened to my uncle, and let him know I’m safe, and I’m not in the bad people’s hands anymore, unless you are somehow bad, and Vanessa tricked me.” “I promise, I’m not with bad people and my daddy’s job isn’t a secret at all.” Octy nodded. “Octy,” I saw her hands pushing on her pants. “Do you gotta go potty?” It had been about three hours now, and I vaguely remembered going through a few small towns and stuff, but Octy’s telling of her story was sort of interesting the way she said it. It was almost like a fairy-tale, and I really wished I didn’t know the end, and wanted the end to be happy, because this was definitely one of those stories right out of the classics, where you find the character suffering and in impossible situations, but in the finds happiness. “Kind of…,” she said butterfly opening and closing her legs. I leaned to the front. “Daddy? Can we stop soon? It’s not just me.” Daddy smiled and looked back at me for a moment. “You know I’d stop for you as soon as I can. You don’t have to say it that way.” “I know, but it’s really Octy! She’s about to pee her pants again, I think.” “You tell her that I’ll stop as soon as I can, but don’t be scared if she wets. We’ll get her comfortable if she can’t wait, but if she can, then I’m stopping as soon as I can, okay?” I nodded. ---------------------- This is just the first part of her story. I am still thinking about what she will say about the Gavins, so the next chapter, might be a little lighthearted stopping and maybe showing them spending the first night in a motel.

This led me to think what kind of diapers the Amish use, but it seems they've largely adopted the modern disposables. I've got a generator, but the stupid telephone company doesn't have backup power at their facility down the street, so if the power is out over more than my neighborhood, I lose phone/internet. Of course, a few years ago when my septic pumps died, the guy pumped my tank and told me I could go a few days while the replacement came in. I decided that I'd forgo the toilet in favor of taking a shower.

Wow they have a box for bladder control? Or you just wrote that in? I've never had to fill a form like that, but I've never gone to a corporate massage business. Either way it saves you the hassle of explaining it (although I enjoy that). Enjoy it, as I mentioned before nothing makes me feel better than a diapered massage.

As someone who has been responsible for programming and configuring discount systems for ecommerce, I have to say I am mildly sympathetic to them. That said, most people would expect the second item to be the same "thing" - i.e. diapers and not boosters.

The main storyline continues. Chapter 10 Sarah and her mother, Lisa, arrived at Kate's house for a playdate. When Kate greeted them at the door, Sarah was surprised to see her friend wearing just a t-shirt and a diaper. Kate smiled warmly, seemingly comfortable in her attire, and invited them inside. Jenna, Kate's mother, welcomed them and suggested they all sit down in the living room. As they settled in, Lisa gently asked, "Is everything okay? We couldn't help but notice Kate's attire." Jenna nodded, placing a comforting hand on Kate's shoulder. "Kate has always been an anxious child," she explained. "We've been working together to find ways to manage her anxiety, and we've discovered that sometimes wearing a diaper can help Kate feel more secure and calm when she's feeling overwhelmed." Kate added, "Yeah, sometimes I just feel worried or uneasy for no reason. It's really hard to deal with." Sarah looked at her friend with concern, while Lisa nodded understandingly. "I can imagine how challenging that must be," Lisa said softly. "You know, we've had our own struggles with Sarah's bedwetting. And sometimes, she even has trouble making it to the bathroom during the day." Sarah's face flushed with embarrassment, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She hadn't expected her mom to share such personal information about her daytime accidents. Jenna, sensing Sarah's discomfort, added, "We've found that diapers can be really useful in managing anxiety. When Kate was younger, she had a fear of automatic flush toilets. Wearing diapers helped her feel more secure and in control when we were out and about." Kate nodded, remembering how much the diapers had helped her during that challenging time. Lisa, wanting to offer support, said, "It's important that we accept and support our children's needs, whatever they may be. Finding healthy ways to cope with anxiety and other challenges is crucial for their well-being." She turned to Sarah and added, "You know, Sarah, maybe wearing diapers during the day occasionally could help with your accidents, too." Lisa's suggestion hung in the air for a moment, and Sarah felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, unsure of how to respond. Kate, sensing her friend's discomfort, spoke up. "Hey, Sarah, maybe you could wear a diaper today, and we could be diaper buddies!" Her tone was gentle and encouraging, hoping to ease Sarah's anxiety. Sarah's eyes widened at the suggestion, and she glanced uncertainly at her mother. Lisa gave her a reassuring smile, silently communicating that the decision was hers to make. Jenna, wanting to support both girls, added, "It's okay if you're not comfortable with the idea, Sarah. But if you do decide to try it, know that you're in a safe and understanding environment here. I mean, you can see what Kate’s wearing." Sarah bit her lip, considering her options. On one hand, the thought of wearing a diaper during the day filled her with apprehension. What if someone found out? On the other hand, the idea of being "diaper buddies" with Kate held a certain appeal. And the sleepover had been fun. After a moment of deliberation, Sarah took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I'll try it. But just for today, and only because we're at Kate's house." Kate's eyes lit up at Sarah's agreement to wear a diaper. "That's great, Sarah! Wait right here, I'll go grab one for you!" She darted off to her room, her excitement palpable. Sarah shifted nervously on the couch, her embarrassment still evident on her face. Lisa placed a comforting hand on her daughter's shoulder. "It's okay, sweetie. This is a safe space, and no one here will judge you." Jenna nodded in agreement. "Absolutely, Sarah. We're all here to support you and Kate." Moments later, Kate came rushing back, a diaper in hand. She held it out to Sarah with a grin. "Here you go, Sarah! We're going to be the best diaper buddies ever!" Sarah took the diaper hesitantly, feeling the soft, crinkly material in her hands. She looked at her mother, uncertainty etched on her face. Lisa smiled reassuringly. "Do you want me to help you put it on, honey?" Sarah nodded, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment. She stood up and followed her mother to the nearby bathroom, diaper in hand. Once inside, Lisa helped Sarah remove her pants and underwear. She unfolded the diaper and had Sarah lie down on the floor. With gentle, practiced movements, Lisa slid the diaper under Sarah's bottom and brought it up between her legs, securing it snugly around her waist. "There you go, sweetie," Lisa said, helping Sarah to her feet. "You know, this reminds me of your sleepover with Kate. It's nice that you two have someone you can share this with." Sarah nodded, feeling a sense of warmth at the memory. She took a tentative step, feeling the soft padding between her legs, and looked at her mom and said, “I guess it’s kind of comfortable.” Lisa hugged her daughter. "I'm proud of you for trying this, Sarah. Remember, Kate is your friend, and she understands what you're going through." Sarah nodded, taking a deep breath. She and her mother exited the bathroom and returned to the living room, where Kate was waiting with barely contained excitement. "Sarah! You look great!" Kate exclaimed, bouncing on her toes. "Now we really are diaper buddies!" Sarah couldn't help but smile at her friend's enthusiasm. Despite her initial embarrassment, she was starting to feel more at ease, knowing that Kate was also wearing a diaper. Jenna clapped her hands together. "Alright, girls, why don't you go play in Kate's room for a bit?” Kate grabbed Sarah's hand, grinning from ear to ear. "Come on, Sarah! Let's go play!" — As Sarah and Kate headed off to Kate's room, their diapered bottoms crinkling softly with each step, Lisa and Jenna settled back onto the couch, both wearing expressions of motherly concern and understanding. Lisa sighed, turning to Jenna. "I really appreciate you sharing Kate's experiences with us. It helps to know that we're not alone in navigating these challenges." Jenna nodded, placing a comforting hand on Lisa's arm. "Of course. We're all in this together. I know how tough it can be to see our girls struggling with things like accidents and anxiety." Lisa nodded, her brow furrowing slightly. "Sarah has been having daytime accidents once or twice a month, usually when she gets really engrossed in an activity. It upsets her so much when it happens. I hate seeing her so hard on herself." Jenna's expression softened with empathy. "I completely understand how upsetting accidents can be for Sarah. Kate has gone through similar experiences, and it's heartbreaking to see how much it affects their self-esteem." She paused for a moment, remembering a specific incident. "When Kate was potty training, there was an incident with an automatic flush toilet that really scared her. She absolutely refused to use public restrooms after that, so she diapers until she was six if we were going out for more than an hour. I remember on her sixth birthday, we went to the zoo, and she wore diapers all day." Lisa's eyes widened with understanding. "That must have been challenging for all of you. How did you help Kate overcome her fear?" Jenna smiled softly. "We worked with her gradually, but we also realized that the diapers provided a sense of security and comfort for her. It wasn't just about public restrooms, but also about the sensory input she got from wearing them. The snugness and the crinkly sound seemed to help her feel more grounded and calm, and helped with her anxiety in general.” She hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I know it might seem unconventional, but have you considered having Sarah wear diapers during the day, especially when she's engrossed in activities? It could help alleviate some of the stress and anxiety she feels around accidents." Lisa nodded thoughtfully as she listened to Jenna's suggestion about having Sarah wear diapers during the day. "I've actually considered that before," she admitted. "But Sarah really doesn't like wearing diapers during the day. You saw how hesitant she was to wear one today, even though she could see Kate’s diaper." Jenna leaned forward, her expression understanding. "It's a big step, and it's important to respect Sarah's feelings on the matter. Is she anxious about the possibility of accidents?" Lisa sighed, running a hand through her hair. "It's not so much anxiety about accidents, but more the embarrassment she feels when they happen. She's such a confident, outgoing girl, but the accidents really shake her. I think she's worried about what others might think if they found out about them." Jenna nodded, her eyes full of empathy. "That's completely understandable. It's a vulnerable thing to navigate, especially at their age. But if you do decide to try it, maybe you could start with situations where she feels more comfortable, like when she's at home or with close friends like Kate. That way if she has an accident she can see that no one will notice if she’s wearing a diaper. And the sensory aspect might be calming for her, too, like it was for Kate." "That's a good point," Lisa agreed. "I've noticed that Sarah does seem to find a certain level of comfort in wearing diapers at night, even if she doesn't explicitly say so. Maybe introducing them during the day in a gradual, supportive way could help her feel more at ease wearing them when she’s likely to have an accident." Jenna smiled warmly. "Exactly. And remember, every child is different. What works for Kate might not be the perfect solution for Sarah, and that's okay. The most important thing is that we're here to support them and help them find what works best for their individual needs." Lisa took a sip of her coffee, feeling more at ease as the conversation with Jenna flowed. "You know, we actually just recently switched Sarah to youth diapers for bedtime. We were using GoodNites for a while, but they started leaking pretty frequently." Jenna nodded in understanding. "It can be a challenge to find the right fit and absorbency. We went through a similar process with Kate. She's always wet the bed and has never been out of diapers at night. We used baby diapers until she was about seven, and then we transitioned to youth diapers when she outgrew them." Lisa's eyes widened slightly. "I hadn't realized Kate had been wearing diapers for so long. It's comforting to know that we're not the only ones navigating this journey." "Definitely not," Jenna assured her. "And it's been a learning process for us, too. There were times when we questioned if we were doing the right thing, but ultimately, we had to trust our instincts and do what was best for Kate." Lisa nodded, her expression thoughtful. "I think that's what I struggle with sometimes - knowing if I'm making the right choices for Sarah. But hearing your experiences helps me feel more confident in trusting my own judgment." Jenna reached out and gave Lisa's hand a reassuring squeeze. "You're doing a great job, Lisa. Sarah is lucky to have a mom who loves her so much and wants to support her in every way possible." Lisa smiled gratefully, feeling a surge of emotion at Jenna's words. "Thank you, Jenna. That means more than you know." As the two mothers continued to chat, their conversation drifted to lighter topics - their daughters' favorite school subjects, upcoming summer plans, and the latest neighborhood gossip. But even as they laughed and joked, the bond between them had deepened, forged by their shared experiences and the love they had for their children. From Kate's room, the sound of giggles and playful chatter drifted down the hallway. — Kate rummaged through her toy box, pulling out a couple of her favorite stuffed animals. "Hey Sarah, want to play with these?" she asked, holding up a teddy bear and a plush bunny. Sarah nodded, a slight hesitation in her voice. "Sure, that sounds fun." A mischievous grin spread across Kate's face. "I have an idea. Wait here!" She darted over to her dresser and pulled out one of her diapers. "Let's see if we can put this on the bear!" Sarah's eyes widened, and she shifted uncomfortably, feeling the crinkle of the diaper she was wearing. "Oh, um... I don't know..." she mumbled, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Kate, not noticing Sarah’s embarrassment, continued, “We’re wearing diapers so they should wear diapers too,” pointing to her stuffed animals. Sarah, still blushing, grabbed one of the diapers and a teddy bear. The girls sat cross-legged on the floor, the teddy bear between them. They worked together, trying to maneuver the diaper around the stuffed animal's plump, furry body. However, despite their best efforts, the diaper was simply too big. "It's not working," Sarah said, a mix of relief and disappointment in her voice. Kate furrowed her brow, thinking for a moment. Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "I have an idea! Hang on." She jumped to her feet and hurried over to her closet. After a minute of rummaging, she emerged with a triumphant grin, holding a package of Pampers diapers. "Look what I found!" Kate exclaimed. "These are the diapers I used to wear when I was younger. I bet they'll fit the stuffies perfectly!" Sarah's eyes widened, and she glanced down at the diaper she was wearing, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. "I, um... guess those look a lot smaller." "Yeah, they weren’t comfortable to wear when I got bigger. These diapers are a lot more comfortable," Kate said, gesturing to one of the youth diapers. Sarah nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, they are." As the girls began diapering the stuffed animals with the Pampers, Sarah's embarrassment gradually melted away. They chatted and giggled, their earlier discomfort fading in the joy of their play. "Look at this one!" Sarah held up the newly diapered bunny, admiring their handiwork. Kate grinned, holding up the giraffe. "And check out this guy! He looks so cute!" Soon, the floor of Kate's room was covered in a veritable menagerie of diapered stuffed animals. The girls leaned back, surveying their work with satisfaction. "You know," Sarah said softly, "this is actually really fun. I didn't think I'd enjoy playing with diapers like this, but it's fun to pretend." Kate nodded, her expression warm. "Exactly! It's like... it's just another part of our lives, and we can make it fun and silly if we want to. And no matter what, we'll always have each other's backs." Sarah smiled, reaching out to give Kate a big hug. "Diaper buddies forever!" And with that, the girls collapsed into a fit of giggles, their stuffed animals scattered around them, a testament to the unbreakable bond of their friendship and the power of play to overcome embarrassment and fear. — As Sarah and Kate continued playing with their diapered stuffed animals, Kate suddenly paused, a familiar sensation overtaking her. Without hesitation, she relaxed and began peeing in her diaper, the soft hissing sound barely audible over their giggles and chatter. Sarah, engrossed in their play, didn't seem to notice Kate's actions. Kate, feeling the warmth spreading through her diaper, simply shifted slightly and continued playing, unfazed by the situation. A few minutes later, Sarah became aware of a growing pressure in her bladder. She squirmed uncomfortably, suddenly hyper-aware of the diaper she was wearing. A faint blush crept into her cheeks as she realized she needed to pee. Feeling self-conscious, Sarah tried to ignore the sensation, focusing instead on the stuffed animal in her hands. She didn't want to interrupt their play or draw attention to her need to use the bathroom. Despite her best efforts, Sarah soon felt a small trickle escape, dampening her diaper. She tensed, trying to hold back the flow, but found it increasingly difficult to do so. Gradually, her bladder released into the diaper, causing a subtle warmth to spread around her bottom. Sarah's face flushed with embarrassment as she realized what had happened. She shifted uncomfortably, hoping Kate wouldn't notice the slight change in her diaper's appearance. Kate, still caught up in their play, didn't immediately realize Sarah's predicament. She continued chatting and laughing, making their stuffed animals embark on new adventures. After a few more minutes, Kate paused, a look of realization crossing her face. "Oh, Sarah," she asked gently, "did you use your diaper too?" Sarah's blush deepened, and she nodded shyly. "Y-yeah," she mumbled, avoiding Kate's gaze. "I had an accident." Kate smiled reassuringly, reaching out to pat Sarah's hand. "It's okay, Sarah. That's what the diapers are for. And besides, mine's wet too" Sarah glanced up, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I guess you're right," she said, feeling a bit more at ease. Kate grinned, holding up her stuffed animal. "Of course I am! Now, let's get back to playing. I think Mr. Bear here needs a fresh diaper!" As Sarah and Kate continued their imaginative play, Sarah couldn't help but notice the familiar sensation of her wet diaper. It reminded her of waking up every morning to a heavy, squishy diaper, but this felt different somehow. The warmth was more immediate, and the wetness seemed to be distributed differently than when she woke up after a night of bedwetting. Kate, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease. She moved and played as if nothing had changed, despite the fact that her own diaper was just as wet as Sarah's. Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door, and Lisa and Jenna poked their heads into the room. "Hey girls," Lisa said with a smile, "what have you been up to?" "We've been playing with our stuffed animals!" Kate exclaimed, holding up her beloved teddy bear. "We put diapers on them, just like ours!" Jenna chuckled, stepping into the room and kneeling beside her daughter. "I can see that! It looks like you two have been having a lot of fun." She gently patted Kate's diaper, checking for wetness. "And I see someone's diaper is quite wet. Did you have an accident, sweetie?" Kate shook her head, grinning. "Nope! I went pee-pee in my diaper on purpose. It's no big deal." Sarah's face flushed as Kate continued, "And Sarah's wet too! She had a little accident while we were playing." Lisa turned to her daughter, surprised. "Sarah, you had an accident?" Sarah squirmed, feeling self-conscious under her mother's gaze. "I-I didn't mean to," she mumbled, looking down at her lap. "I tried to hold it, but I couldn't." Lisa's expression softened, and she moved to sit beside Sarah, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Oh, sweetie, it's okay. Accidents happen, and that's why you're wearing a diaper. There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Jenna nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. Kate isn’t embarrassed about them at all.” Sarah managed a small smile, leaning into her mother's embrace. "Yeah, but it feels different using it during the day. Not bad, just... different." Kate beamed, scooting closer to her friend. "See? I told you it was okay! And now we can keep playing without having to stop for potty breaks." Lisa and Jenna exchanged a warm look, both proud of their daughters' growing friendship and the way they supported each other through new experiences. "Well," Lisa said, giving Sarah a gentle squeeze, "it looks like you two are having a great time. How about Jenna and I go make some snacks?" Jenna nodded, turning to Kate. "Kate, sweetie, do you want a fresh diaper, or do you want to keep this one on for a bit longer? It doesn't seem too wet yet." Kate thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I'll keep it on for now. It's still comfy, and I don't want to stop playing just yet." Jenna smiled, ruffling her daughter's hair. "Alright, that's fine. Just let us know when you're ready for a change." Lisa turned to Sarah, expecting her to want a fresh diaper right away. "What about you, Sarah? Do you want me to change you into a dry diaper?" To Lisa's surprise, Sarah hesitated, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Actually," she said slowly, "I think I'll keep this one on for a little longer too, if that's okay." Lisa raised her eyebrows, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Oh? Are you sure, sweetie? I thought you might want to change out of your wet diaper right away." Sarah blushed slightly, but a small smile played on her lips. "Well, it's kind of... soft and comfortable, in a way. I don't know, it just feels nice. And like Kate said, I don't want to stop playing just yet." Lisa exchanged a glance with Jenna, both mothers pleasantly surprised by Sarah's newfound comfort with her diaper. "Well, alright then," Lisa said, giving Sarah a gentle pat on the back. "You just let me know when you're ready for a change, okay?" Sarah nodded, her smile growing a bit more confident. "I will, Mom. Thanks." As Lisa and Jenna left the room to prepare snacks, Kate grinned at Sarah. "See? I told you diapers could be comfy, even when they're wet!" Sarah laughed, feeling a warmth spread through her chest that had nothing to do with the wetness of her diaper. "Yeah, you were right. I guess it’s not so bad."

That's a bit unfortunate for your plans but honestly, that sounds like standard business practice. I'm not aware of any company for any product or service that will discount the higher cost item/service. The order of selection doesn't matter.

Cult of the climate,. Cult of the woke,.. Cult of vegan,.. Cult of the vaccine,.. Meanwhile the top 0.0001 percent have amassed power and wealth beyond imagining. While we are fighting amongst ourselves. And when their agenda is successful and plan complete. Do you think there will be a place there for all you brave cult warriors ?

I truly believe I’m somewhere in the middle of your two choices. I think I fall between 18 and 24 months. I think that would be the early toddler stage. Walking, some words, still drinking from a bottle, eating in a high chair, playing in a playpen, diapered and sleeping in a crib in my nursery. All of these are true with me and its the best stage to be.

This chapter is mostly just backstory for Elizabeth and some Bethany, a bit on some other characters. Not entirely critical to read aside from the last couple of paragraphs that will lead into chapter 24. Up to you, took awhile to figure out what I wanted the Merlot family backstory to be but there isn’t a lot going on in this chapter. Chapter 23 Elizabeth sat at the small coffee table in the middle of the living room. She was busy colouring in a picture of a rainbow arching over a unicorn, across the table was her Little sister Anise who was sitting quietly and watching TV. She was technically Elizabeth’s older sister in terms of real age and time with her mother after being adopted but Anise would always remain her little sister. She was cute and kind to Elizabeth and Elizabeth loved to watch her sky blue ringlets bounce around on her shoulders and cascade onto her cute pink onesie. Elizabeth had never really been given the details of Anise aside from what her older half-sister had told her, that Anise was special and that Elizabeth should always strive to protect the smaller and weaker girl. The tv was quietly playing some cartoon that held no real interest for Elizabeth but Anise seemed to like watching the pink and yellow costumed dinosaur dance around the screen and attempt to teach littles the alphabet and numbers. Elizabeth liked colouring and despite having not yet gotten one of her colouring pages tacked to the fridge by her mother, she was sure this one would do the trick and get one of Anise’s sloppy drawings taken down. She dutifully stayed within the lines and made sure to follow ROYGBIV for the rainbows so that the colours were in the correct order. There was a little whimper from Anise and Elizabeth watched as the girl lifted herself off of the floor on her knees slightly and gave a soft grunt before sitting back down after a few minutes. The smell carried over to Elizabeth after a few minutes and she set her crayon down before standing to retrieve a fresh diaper for the girl. She knew better than to disturb her mother while she worked in the study. She went through the motions of changing her little sister. At just five years old she was already bigger than her adopted sister, not much, but Anise was already looking up to her. She distinctly remembered the feelings of jealousy of Anise’s carefree life. At just 5 years old she didn’t know how to process that particular emotion but it was there. Elizabeth had been potty trained before two years old, her mother telling her she didn’t want to be like Anise in diapers. She didn’t know why, Anise never had to stop playing to go to the potty and someone else always cared for her. But Elizabeth was what her mother called an Amazon which put her in a different category of life. She wasn’t a little like Anise which meant she couldn’t be expected to live a carefree life like her and she would have to learn quickly to keep up in the world. Those were the lessons her mother taught her and hammered into her and seemed to be the only time that Elizabeth had her mother’s undivided attention. She went back to her drawing and added some final touches, scribbling her name in the bottom corner before standing and heading to the office. She gently knocked on the door and heard her mother from the other side allow her in. Elizabeth turned the knob above her head and entered. She was on the phone and furiously typing on the computer without looking at Elizabeth. She paced over next to her mother’s desk with drawing behind her back and waited for her mother’s attention and permission to speak. Her mother cursed at whoever was on the phone and slammed it onto the desk before turning to Elizabeth with a very sharp “what.” Elizabeth cast her eye to the floor and quietly breathed out “Anise made a messy diaper and I changed her.” Elizabeth wasn’t expecting any praise but it would have been nice however all she got was “you're a good older sister, anything else?” Elizabeth’s hands scrunched the colouring paper and she shook her head no and turned to leave before the tears in her eyes could fall. She looked back from the door to her mother to see she was already back to the computer. She sprinted out the door slamming it behind her and darted upstairs to her room. She dove into the bed and cried into her stuffed animal. She had dropped the drawing on her way up the stairs, she didn’t want it. A few minutes later, Anise came crawling in quietly. She had the corner of the drawing pinched in her lips so she could use her hands and sidled up next to Elizabeth’s bed. She stood on her knees then used her arms to pull herself up the side of the bed then hooked a leg on the frame to push herself up next to Elizabeth. She cuddled up next to her as she calmed down and took the drawing from her mouth. “Big sis Lizzie?” She asked quietly with her cute little lisp. “Can I pwease haf vis? iss sooo pwetty.” She asked bashfully. Elizabeth nodded her approval quietly and turned to face Anise and pull her into a hug. She got down from the bed after her tears had dried and the swollen eyes and sniffling had calmed and Anise led the way to her room where Elizabeth tacked the drawing on the wall next to Anise’s crib. Anise sat and stared at if for quite some time and thanked Elizabeth for it. Time flashed forward several years into the future to when Elizabeth was nine. Elizabeth was coming home from school and walking up the driveway from the bus drop off. She was one of the few who actually rode the bus, most of her peers at her private all girls school were picked up by their parents or Nannies in their family’s luxury cars. Her mother only picked her up or dropped her off on the first and last day of the school year but that changed this year when her mother had taken on a nanny for Anise and she no longer even had the first and last day of rides. She had already surpassed Anise in size by a head in height and was much more mature. The nanny, Bridget, her mother had hired to look after Anise while she was at school greeted her at the door with the little on her hip after her trek. Anise had puffy red eyes, clearly she had just been crying and she buried her face in the nanny’s chest to avoid Elizabeth’s gaze. Elizabeth figured that Anise must have done something naughty to earn a spanking. Elizabeth hadn’t had a spanking in years and didn’t know how Anise still hadn’t learned what earned her punishments. Elizabeth went straight up to her room to start her homework after a one word greeting to Bridget and Anise. She spent hours on all of the accelerated programs her mother had made her take, it didn’t ever seem like there was an end. She could hear Anise down in the living room giggling up a storm to what sounded like raspberries being blown into her tummy shortly after her mother had come home from work. She didn’t have any memories of her mother doing that with her when she was little. And there was that feeling of jealousy again, she was able to process it now. Why did she have to slave away in her room over stuff that she’d probably never use. She wasn’t talented like her older brother and sister, in fact Betty had deployed for her mandatory military service and her grades and skills put her three ranks ahead out the gate. She always seemed to have to put in twice the effort as her older blood siblings for half the gain. She didn’t know the last time she had seen her own mother at one of her ballet recitals or school events, Bridget had also stepped in recently for a parent teacher conference. There was pain in her chest and she saw a few tears land on her textbook. There was a soft knock at the door and she quickly wiped the tears away before the nanny opened the door and let herself in. It was irregular for the nanny to come by her room but she was carrying a plate of food. It was passed onto the desk next to Elizabeth who looked over the spaghetti before the nanny spoke. “Miss Merlot has stepped out with Anise to attend a beauty pageant.” The pain in Elizabeth’s chest flooded up to her eyes and no amount of sniffling could hold the tears back. The nanny quickly paced over to Elizabeth and gently rubbed her back but seeing no effect, lifted Elizabeth into her arms and held her head in her chest while she shushed and bounced the seemingly inconsolable girl. Elizabeth wailed her eyes out as her screams of dissatisfaction echoed through the empty house. The nanny moved out of her room and slowly walked down the hallway to Anise’s nursery and laid the girl, who had managed to get the tears under control, down on a squishy surface. Her school skirt and bloomers were pulled away and a moment later she felt something soft slide under her bum. Her vision was blurry and her nose was plugged up from crying but a moment later she felt her legs spread as something was pulled between them and pinned against her stomach before feeling it pulled tight. The nanny undid the buttons of her shirt and pulled it away before something else was pulled over her head and pulled tight and snapped between her legs. Elizabeth rubbed her eyes to clear them and looked down. She was in a diaper and a onesie. Bridget picked her up again and held her. “I know you’re a bit jealous of Anise and the treatment she gets and this is the only way I know to help or include you. Your mother may not approve but I think you grew up a bit too fast and just need a bit of a breather from all of this adult stuff.” Bridget loosely explained. Elizabeth was carried back to her room and tucked into bed before Bridget pushed a pacifier into her mouth and kissed her forehead. Bridget left the room and flicked off the light with a sweet goodnight. It was the first time Elizabeth felt noticed in a long, long time. Her hands explored the onesie and plastic surface of the diaper. It wasn’t a bad feeling, it felt cosy and reassuring. She was out like a light in minutes, the worries of homework and school could be dealt with the next day. She woke up the next morning the most rested she had ever felt but in her regular pyjamas. She thought it was just a dream until she found a simple note from Bridget that read “I hope you’re feeling better.” Bridget would occasionally give her this treatment when they had a night alone for the next year until Bridget was thrown out by Miss Merlot with no explanation. Elizabeth felt like it was her fault, that maybe her mother had caught on to her rare ‘baby nights.’ Bridget was replaced by a strict and harsh nanny that paddled Elizabeth purple when she found a diaper tucked in the depths of her nightstand that she had taken from Anise’s room and berated her that diapers were not for Amazon girls her age. She and Anise were both worse off as even the tiniest infraction resulted in a spanking, or corner time, or any other punishment the nanny could come up with. Her mother was busy in the office or at work a majority of the time and didn’t really have any inputs on the new nanny’s methods. Elizabeth closed herself off until she was of an age where she could look after herself and be more independent from the new nanny that only spent minimal amounts of time with her to begin with. After Elizabeth had joined the nanny industry she hunted down Bridget to catch up but mostly to get an explanation. She hadn’t found Bridget until a month before her visit to see Bethany. Bridget was still a Nanny and had moved on to a wealthy Amazon family with a gaggle of five littles in their care. Elizabeth felt tears in her eyes as Bridget explained the circumstances of her dismissal. In short she had asked, even begged, Miss Merlot to take a more involved role in Elizabeth’s life which she didn’t take well. She was dismissed for telling her employer how to parent. Anise had been crying that day because she felt bad for Elizabeth and wanted Bridget to help Elizabeth open up a little and enjoy her childhood more than just endless homework and avoiding Anise. She wanted a sister to play with and be a part of her life. Elizabeth had fond memories of the ‘baby nights’ but had packed them within herself to the deepest parts of her psyche. She felt terrible for resenting Anise for all of these years but the resentment of little’s wouldn’t be washed away so easily which is why she had begun a cruel streak as a nanny when she started. Her time with the cruel nanny post-Bridget had left a lasting impression on her for how littles should be treated and she felt bad for thinking all littles were just dumb babies. Anise was a sharp cooks and Elizabeth had a flood of realisations that Anise did her best within her bounds and capacity to include Elizabeth. The next flash was of her older sister coming home on leave from the military. Bethany was in her dress uniform, an all black skirt and jacket covered in ribbons and medals, a black beret that melded with her jet black hair atop her head. Her mother congratulated her and praised her for some rank or achievement, who knew, it was all above Elizabeth’s head and she couldn’t care less. Bethany’s accomplishments were all her mother seemed to notice despite the wall of shelves with trophies and medals in her room from every sport and academic accomplishment she had earned up to the age of 15. Her mother had scolded her for second place on the first trophy she had won. Despite participating for an event two grades above her own, the second place trophy was in her mother’s words, “nothing to be proud of.” Bethany looked exhausted, there were dark bags under her eyes and Elizabeth could tell she was holding something in that she wasn’t telling her mother or letting out at all. Their mother was emotionally unavailable and lacked any skill to read people’s troubles or worries. Bethany just kept her eyes cast towards the ground as if in shame as her mother showered her in praises. Elizabeth caught a glimpse of her all powerful older sister’s lower lip trembling for just a brief moment, her posture was off and she wasn’t standing proud like an Amazon should. She looked… weak. The memory skipped forward to her standing in front of Bethany’s bedroom door that had remained unchanged since she had moved out to the military base. The house was excessively large with a number of guest rooms so there was no need to confiscate and repurpose the room. The door swung open and she stepped in next to Bethany who had changed into something more comfortable and had let her long hair out of the tight braid the military dress code required. Her body language was defensive, but seeing Elizabeth, her shoulders slouched a little and she became more relaxed. She didn’t know why she did it but she just leaned forward and opened up her arms and embraced Bethany. She was just a head shorter than Bethany at this point and she put her head in the crook of Bethany’s neck as she pulled herself in. It was the first time she had really shown any physical emotion to her family, being so far apart in age, she wasn’t really a part of her life aside from the very few years she had when she was just a baby before Bethany had deployed, and a few sporadic holidays here and there. In fact she had only met her brother less than a handful of times and she had enough fingers on one hand to count the amount of times her mother had shown her any attention like this. She wasn’t expecting it but Bethany just broke down crying in her arms and brought her own arms up to hold her tight as she let go and uncontrollably sobbed. She couldn’t really form coherent words as she soaked Elizabeth’s t-shirt with tears but she gathered that something had gone terribly wrong on her last mission and that she was leaving the service. When Bethany calmed down, the two just sat together and talked, it was a critical memory for Elizabeth and it’s when Bethany explained how to get a deferment from the military. Bethany would secretly use her military accomplishments as merit points that the Merlot family had done their fair share of service to help with Elizabeth’s deferment. Bethany didn’t know that Elizabeth was well aware of what she had done to help her get out of the mandatory service but she was glad to have a big sister watching out for her. The next thing she knew she was standing on the stairs to the stage at her graduation. She was a year ahead of schedule and would soon be leaving for a prestigious nanny school. She was happy, her sister had helped her through the process of getting the deferment and was now working for a tech company in the private sector. Elizabeth was happy for her, she seemed much more relaxed and happy now but she still would occasionally get in a depressive episode. Bethany and her often talked and lately their phone calls had revolved around Bethany adopting a little, she didn’t know when and she wasn’t in a huge rush but she knew it’s what she wanted to do. She teased that it would help her pick up ladies having a little because who couldn’t resist an adopted little. Bethany had come out as gay to their mother shortly after her discharge. That went over as well as everyone expected, which was to say a complete disaster and screaming match between Beth Merlots. Nasty things were said, doors were slammed, Elizabeth avoided the crossfire. She claimed it was all of that time spent around dudes being complete idiots and almost getting her killed in the field but Elizabeth kept her mouth shut about her platoon being mostly female. Elizabeth had picked up on Bethany’s tendencies and the phone conversation she had sneakily eavesdropped on when she was still in school and living at home when she was younger came to mind and made infinitely more sense now that she was older and more mature about the sexual lives of younger adults. Bethany was much better off now that she wasn’t constantly under their mother’s thumb living at home again. Her thoughts cleared as her name was called and she strutted across the stage. She heard cheering from the auditorium's stands as she accepted her diploma and looked out over the crowd. The couple of years since Bethany had left the service had really been some of Elizabeth’s most memorable, it was Bethany who was being rowdy in the audience of otherwise stoic amazons. She could faintly make out people sitting on either side of Bethany but couldn’t tell who. She blushed and scurried across the stage and back to her seat while she waited for the ceremony to end. Bethany hunted her down while she said congrats to her few friends after the principal had dismissed them for the last time. On her hip was Anise and in tow behind her was their older brother. It was strange meeting him for the first time in her nearly adult life, the Merlot genes were strong and he had the same black hair and golden eyes as her despite all three of them having different fathers from their mother’s different flings. He was handsome for Mid 30’s. He was even taller than Bethany by quite a bit and was broadly built with wide shoulders. He was in a very professional suit as was Bethany in a classy business pantsuit. Bethany spoke up “I brought along Mathew, I hope that’s okay, mom is being mom which is nothing new and is busy with some executive meeting. Sorry little sis.” The ‘little sis’ brought tears to Elizabeth’s eyes but she promised herself she wouldn’t cry and instead lunged forward and hugged Bethany who caught her with her free arms and rubbed her back. Anise patted her head and congratulated her quietly before she turned to Mathew. “Long time no see squirt.” He said awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his neck and looked away to the side in embarrassment. “Hi big bro.” Elizabeth said teasingly as she moved over to give him a hug too. Their little family, no matter how screwed up it might have been, felt nice. “Uh, so this is my wife.” Mathew said awkwardly as he sidestepped a little to reveal a tweener girl standing behind him. “Thanks for the late introduction.” She teasingly said, slugging him in the shoulder before hugging Elizabeth tightly. It made sense now why she hadn’t seen Mathew in forever, surely their mother would not be happy about his relationship with a tweener with her old school ways of thinking. Mathew’s wife introduced herself as “Patricia or Patty, whichever is fine.” She was a fireball and a hoot, easily had Matt wrapped around her little fingers and seemed to be the one wearing the pants in the relationship which was funny because all of her memories of Mathew were his super serious demeanour and stoic expressions. Patty seemed to break all that and Elizabeth was happy to see him smiling. Patty was a dirty blonde borderline brunette with a smattering of freckles over her nose and was on the tall side for a tweener but still shorter than Elizabeth. Her eyes were a hazel greenish hee and she wore a nice, white, loose fitting dress and minimal jewellery aside from the massive rock on her left ring finger. She was very sweet and had moments of timidness around Matt but always stepped up to challenge him. They all went out to dinner to celebrate together but Elizabeth’s eyes kept following Patty. She didn’t put things together until they were in the parking lot after dinner. “You’re pregnant aren’t you?” She asked out loud unintentionally as soon as the lightbulb went off. It was the first time in the evening that Patty acted a little bashful as they stood outside the car, her foot drawing circles on the pavement before she replied “damn Amazon maternal instincts, at least you made it a bit longer than Bethany over there, she picked up on it almost as soon as she picked us up from the airport!” Bethany and Elizabeth laughed together and congratulated them. Anise threw out a cute and excited “imma be an auntie?” Which got everyone laughing. They were all in the car headed back to the Merlot estate when Elizabeth was dying to know how Patty and Matty met. “You know, spy things, foreign enemies with a forbidden love. Lots of explosions, undercover operations, turning traitors, all the sappy movie things you see.” Patty responded nonchalantly for Mathew as he drove while she played with Anise in her car seat, tickling her feet for lots of adorable giggles. Elizabeth didn’t know how much of that to really accept but she had heard whisperings of Mathew’s job and potentially being a secret agent which she couldn’t confirm. It was cute, and the idea of a fantasy movie love like that really sounded amazing, she wondered if she’d ever find a love like that. The car pulled up outside the main house and they all disembarked and headed for the front door. Their mother was waiting for them at the door and she stood with crossed arms as she looked at the group. “Elizabeth, congratulations are in order for your early graduation, there is a cake in the dining room. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at Mathew and down at Patty. Hello Mathew and Patricia, pleasure to have you with us this fine evening.” The way she said that didn’t sound like it was a pleasure. “Bethany, welcome home, I’ve had the Maid ready your room and a guest room for the young couple. Anise’s nanny has the evening off so I will take her and get her ready for bed.” She said as she picked up Anise. “Say goodnight sweetie.” She told Anise who gave a little yawn and wave with her goodnight. Despite Elizabeth’s neglected upbringing, Her mother did seem to care greatly for Anise. Maybe if she hadn’t spent her life slaving away to run the little Merlot empire, she’d have had more time to develop a relationship with her children. The small group minus their mother ate cake at the kitchen bar together, laughing and having a good time telling old stories. Elizabeth didn’t even mind being the butt of the jokes of their memories of her as a child. Even though they didn’t have a ton of time together they all had their individual and unique stories and they felt like family which filled Elizabeth’s heart, hoping she’d have this some day. Her dreams spiralled into thoughts of Max. She’d only known him for an evening but her dreams devolved to a whole group of black and red haired children laughing and swarming her, it looked and sounded perfect. She dreamed of him whisking her away and sweeping her off her feet. There were tons of flashes of her submission to him but it felt right. Elizabeth’s eyes slowly opened from the dream of old memories. She felt incredibly well rested. Daylight was what had woken her up and at first she panicked a little seeing the bars surround her. Then she felt the unforgiving restraints of the sleeper she had been put in followed by the soaked cool diaper around her waist. It all came back to her slowly and she smiled a little as she turned her head to the side and saw the pacifier laying on the mattress next to her head. As the morning fog cleared from her eyes and focused a little more she noticed something beyond the bars of the crib. ‘A fabric wall? It moves?’ Her eyes followed the grey fabric up which turned into the shapely curves of a woman and finally landed on an older woman’s face. Well not super old, like late 40’s early 50’s she determined after she focused a little more. Someone was standing over her watching her sleep in the crib and it wasn’t Max.

So… got in a car wreck last Monday… that was fun, not my fault and everyone is fine, just a bummer that my car is totaled and I’m stiff. Spent the week on bed rest and had a lot of time to write between dealing with insurance, the lawyers, and doctors and got a touch carried away… accidentally wrote like 12k words for chapter 23. Then I thought I should break it up a little and wrote some more to make the first part of the chapter more so Elizabeth’s backstory, which backstory is my favorite thing, will hopefully explain her habits and why she descended so quickly. Trying to work on character development and character interaction for another story I want to write in the DD when I stumbled upon an old prompt that went unnoticed/untouched and got a lot of things firing in my head. Been reading a lot of @bbykimmy stories lately which I somehow missed in all of my years as a forum ghost and love how dark some of them get, I have some dark stories I wrote for a different site that isn’t abdl but I have a hard time staying dark with my characters(also makes me feel less bad about some of my smutty tendencies because some of her work is just🥵). Also just discovered the keeper/pet universe she created and that has me in all sorts of moods, didn’t think I was much for pet play but now I’m a little more than curious. Anyways really makes me want to get better at writing and flush out my character interactions. I’m going to proof the new chapter 23 here in a minute then get to work on 24/maybe 25 for Elizabeth too? Not sure if I’ll break up 24 a bit and make it two chapters, we’ll see how much more I end up adding as I proof, may warrant two chapters after all. Stay tuned for the next episode of drag… Little Misunderstanding.

When you're being arrested 20 times in a row in the same spot so all the legacy media press can have their climate propaganda pics. You might indeed need diapers. In my honest opinion, we'd be better off feeding her to a polar bear tho 😛

Chapter 50: The winter's chill had begun to yield to the tender embrace of spring, and the local park bloomed with the first signs of renewal. Mommy, her steps light and purposeful, pushed the pram through the winding paths, the gentle sun casting a warm glow on the surroundings. My view of the outside world was restricted, shielded by the protective canopy overhead. Nestled snugly within the pram, I felt a sense of warmth and security, the soft embrace of blankets cocooning me against the outside chill. The transition from winter to spring painted the park with a subtle transformation, the air carrying a promise of blooming life and renewed vibrancy. I was snugly dressed in a onesie adorned with pastel-colored bunnies and delicate floral patterns, a visual ode to the awakening landscape. The fabric, soft against my skin, enveloped me in a cocoon of comfort. A matching bib, featuring a playful array of ducks and baby animals, hung from my neck, ready to catch any stray droplets of saliva. A sun hat, adorned with a wide brim and a whimsical pattern of sunflowers, shielded my face from the burgeoning warmth. My tiny feet, encased in booties featuring miniature ducks waddling across a pond, peeked out from the footed onesie, ready to explore the world in their limited, yet endearing, way. The pram, with its rhythmic creaks and the occasional coo escaping my pacifier-clad mouth, became a vessel for this afternoon adventure. The pram's canopy, though shielding me from the direct gaze of the world, allowed slivers of sunlight to filter through, casting a warm glow over my infantile ensemble. The park, once draped in the muted hues of winter, now began to showcase the tentative blooms of spring. A subtle breeze carried the fragrance of blossoms, intertwining with the soothing hum of the pram's wheels in motion. Mommy, attuned to the ebb and flow of my infantile needs, periodically glanced down at me with a tender smile. "Enjoying the stroll, sweetheart?" she inquired, her voice a comforting melody that resonated with the tranquility of the park. I responded with a contented coo, the rhythmic rocking of the pram lulling me closer to the edge of slumber. The pram continued its rhythmic journey through the park, the soothing cadence of the wheels against the pavement creating a tranquil backdrop to the burgeoning spring afternoon. Wrapped in the comforting cocoon of my onesie and nestled within the pram's embrace, I was on the cusp of drifting into a peaceful slumber. As Mommy continued to guide the pram through the park, the gentle afternoon sunlight filtering through the canopy, a young woman approached with an air of familiarity. Mommy, her attention divided between the rhythmic stroll and the blossoming surroundings, noticed the approaching figure but remained unaware of the imminent revelation. "Excuse me," the young woman greeted with a friendly smile, "Susan, right? Susan Anderson?" Mommy, taken slightly aback, returned the smile, recognizing the face but grappling to place it within the context of her current role. "Yes, that's me. Do I...?" The young woman's eyes sparkled with recognition. "It's me, Emma! Emma Robertson. I used to work together with your son Patrick, as Mommy Mag. How have you been?" Understanding dawned on Mommy's face as she recalled the woman’s face. "Emma! Of course! It's been ages. How have you been?" As they engaged in a brief exchange of pleasantries, Mommy, with her attention momentarily diverted, failed to notice the inquisitive glances cast towards the pram. Emma, unaware of my presence within its cozy confines, continued the conversation with an eager enthusiasm. The pram, with its protective canopy, concealed my presence, and Mommy, still engrossed in conversation, hadn't yet mentioned my peculiar situation. "I've been well, Susan. Life has taken me on some interesting turns. You know how it is. But I just saw you and wanted to say hi, I haven’t seen Patrick for ages. Last we heard he was working on some big story. How is he doing?” Before Mommy could respond, the conversation took a serendipitous turn. "Oh my! Susan," Emma remarked with a playful grin, "I didn't know you had a little one. Mind if I take a peek?" Mommy, her eyes widening in realization, stammered slightly. "Oh, well, you see, it's a bit—" Before Mommy could finish her sentence, Emma playfully lifted the edge of the pram canopy. The moment of revelation hung in the air, the prospect of recognizing a familiar face from the past merging with the unexpected sight that awaited beneath the sheltering cover. The canopy lifted, revealing the interior of the pram, and a moment of frozen surprise passed over Emma's face. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of me, dressed in my onesie, a pacifier clipped to my outfit, and a bib adorned with cheerful animals. "Patrick?" Emma exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and disbelief. "Is this... Is this Patrick from the office?" Mommy, with a gentle sigh, nodded. "Yes, Emma. This is Patrick. He's, well, going through a unique phase right now." Emma's gaze shifted from Mommy to me, her initial surprise giving way to a mixture of confusion and curiosity. "But... why? I mean, what's going on?" I squirmed slightly in the pram, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The unexpected encounter with a former colleague, someone from a different chapter of my life, intensified the awkwardness of my infantile state. Mommy, ever the supportive caregiver, stepped in to offer an explanation. Mommy, sensing the need for context in Emma's bewildered expression, gently began to explain the peculiar journey that had led to my current state of regression. "It all started as a writing experiment," Mommy shared, her voice carrying the weight of the evolving narrative. "Patrick wanted to explore the experience of potty training for an article. The initial idea was to immerse himself in the world of diapers and potty training, but as time went on, something unexpected happened." I shifted uncomfortably in the pram, acutely aware of the eyes on me, and Mommy continued with a supportive smile. Mommy continued. “It was a gradual journey, one that both of us embarked on together. Patrick found a form of solace in this regression, and I've been here to support him through it." Emma's expression shifted from surprise to a thoughtful stare. As Mommy and Emma continued their conversation, the pram's wheels creaked along the park's winding paths. The air was filled with the fragrant promise of blooming flowers, providing a soothing ambiance to the unfolding dialogue. "I don’t know what to say." Emma began with a curious smile, "I just don’t understand, how he ended up in a pram, like some newborn baby." Mommy's eyes softened with a mix of affection and responsibility. "When he started this un-potty training experiment, we didn't anticipate the depth it would take. But we found ourselves drawn into this journey and I wanted to provide the support he needed." Emma, finding a nearby bench, gestured toward it. "Shall we sit for a moment?" Mommy nodded, carefully steering the pram toward the bench. As they settled into a comfortable spot beneath the budding branches, the pram served as a visual reminder of the unique circumstances that brought them together. Emma's eyes flitted towards me, still nestled within the pram. "It's fascinating, and unexpected, to see someone you've known in a completely different light." Nestled within the pram, I remained a passive observer to the unfolding conversation between Mommy and Emma. The rhythmic creaking of the rocking pram provided a gentle soundtrack to the dialogue, as the park's ambiance enveloped us in a tranquil bubble. Mommy and Emma continued their exchange, the bench beneath the budding branches offering a serene backdrop to their discussion. I sucked on my pacifier absentmindedly, my eyes flitting between the swaying leaves and the conversing pair. The details of their shared history and the intricacies of my unique journey became the threads that wove the tapestry of the conversation. As Mommy and Emma delved into the complexities of acceptance and unexpected twists in life, I found myself in a contemplative haze. The plush toys attached to the pram's interior jingled softly as I shifted, my onesie-clad form a silent participant in the unfolding scene. Mommy occasionally glanced down at me with a reassuring smile, acknowledging my presence. My cheeks burned with a rosy hue as I sucked on my pacifier, trying to divert my attention to the soft jingles of the plush toys within the pram. Emma, a former colleague and someone I once harbored a significant crush on, now sat mere feet away. The realization that she was witnessing me in this deeply regressed state intensified the embarrassment. The pram's canopy offered a flimsy shield, but I couldn't escape the awareness that I was on display, an unexpected spectacle of regression before someone who knew a very different version of me. My gaze darted between Mommy and Emma, catching snippets of their conversation. The park, with its budding blossoms and the distant sounds of laughter, seemed to be closing in on me. Each passing moment fueled the embarrassment, amplifying the contrast between the persona Emma once knew and the vulnerable figure confined within the pram. "You see, Emma," Mommy began, her voice gentle and understanding, "Patrick initially started this as a writing experiment. He wanted to explore the experience of potty training for an article. It began with using diapers again, but over time, something unexpected happened." I squirmed slightly within the pram, my eyes downcast, feeling the weight of Mommy's words as she continued. "He began bedwetting, having accidents during the day," Mommy explained, her words weaving a narrative that exposed the layers of my regression. "At first, he could tell when he was using the diaper almost like a toddler, but gradually, that awareness slipped away. Now, he's become dependent on diapers unable to tell when he needs a change” The air hung heavy with the revelation, and I could sense Emma absorbing the details of my regression. Mommy's words painted a picture of a gradual descent into a state of dependency—one that started with a simple experiment but evolved into a complex journey. The park, with its blossoming surroundings, became the backdrop to a candid conversation that laid bare the intricacies of regression. Mommy, her voice a blend of understanding and care, continued to share the intricate details of my regression with Emma. "After Patrick started using diapers again, we found that other elements of infancy seemed to bring him a sense of comfort," Mommy explained. "It started with onesies—a practical choice for ease of diaper changes. Then, bibs became a necessity during meals, pacifiers became a constant source of soothing, and eventually, we introduced cribs and changing tables back into our daily routine." Emma listened attentively, her gaze shifting between Mommy and me as the layers of my regression were revealed. As Mommy spoke, I couldn't help but feel a mix of vulnerability and acceptance. The plush toys dangling within the pram seemed to nod along with Mommy's words, as if validating the choices made to create an environment conducive to my regression. "It makes things easier for both of us," Mommy admitted, a hint of reassurance in her tone. "Taking care of Patrick in this state is a unique challenge, but these elements, as unconventional as they may seem, have made the journey smoother. The crib provides a safe place for him to rest, the changing table facilitates diaper changes, and the pram has become a comforting cocoon for our strolls." Emma's eyes conveyed a mixture of amazement and curiosity as Mommy continued to unfold the details of my journey. The contrast between the person she once knew—the writer in suits and ties—and the current version, clad in onesies and diapers, seemed to leave an indelible impression. "From suits and ties to onesies and diapers," Emma remarked with a soft chuckle, a twinge of disbelief in her tone. "It's quite the transformation, Patrick. I never expected to see you in this...state." Mommy nodded with a knowing smile, acknowledging the stark difference in my outward appearance and the expectations associated with a traditional career in writing. Emma's gaze shifted to me, still nestled within the pram, pacifier in my mouth and bib adorned with cheerful animals. The image of me, once a talented writer, now seemingly regressed to a newborn-like state, hung in the air. "And here I thought you'd be writing award-winning articles, Patrick," Emma teased, her tone light but tinged with genuine surprise. "I never imagined I'd find you sucking a dummy and drooling onto your bib." I squirmed in the pram, feeling a surge of embarrassment at the stark contrast between my past achievements and my current infantile state. As Mommy and Emma conversed on the park bench, enjoying the springtime surroundings, Emma's keen senses picked up an unexpected element in the air. She wrinkled her nose slightly, catching a whiff of an unpleasant odor that seemed to linger. "Do you smell that?" Emma asked, her expression shifting to one of mild concern. Mommy, attuned to the nuances of my regression journey, nodded with understanding. "Ah, yes. It's likely coming from Patrick. He may be in need of a diaper change." I squirmed within the pram, my face flushing with embarrassment as the reality of the situation became apparent. The pacifier still nestled in my mouth, I became acutely aware of the need for a fresh diaper, the lingering stench betraying the state of my current one. Emma's eyes widened in shock as the realization set in. The contrast between the adult she once knew, who wore suits and ties and crafted eloquent articles, and the carefree, diaper-clad figure now lying in the pram, was stark and disconcerting. "So, he just...messes his diaper like that?" Emma asked, a note of surprise evident in her voice. Emma's gaze lingered on the pram, her expression a mix of fascination and incredulity. "It's just... I can't imagine." Mommy chuckled softly, understanding the unique nature of the situation. "It's certainly not what one would expect, especially considering Patrick's background. "Is he... is he just lying there, not bothered by the mess?" Emma asked, her voice carrying a mix of surprise and curiosity. Mommy nodded with a knowing smile. "Yes, Emma. It's become a part of his routine diaper changes, messy or not, don't seem to faze him.” Emma's eyes widened in disbelief, her initial shock giving way to a thoughtful contemplation of the scene before her. "It's... quite a departure from the Patrick I used to know," Emma remarked, her gaze shifting between Mommy and me. "I never imagined him being so... carefree about such things." Mommy chuckled softly, a hint of maternal affection in her eyes. "I think it's time for a diaper change," Mommy remarked with a smile, the plush toys in the pram serving as silent witnesses to the practicalities that came with caring for an adult baby. Emma, understanding the situation, nodded. "Of course. You better take Patrick home for that.” With a gentle sway, Mommy turned to Emma. "Nice meeting you Emma, it was lovely.” Emma returned the smile. "No problem at all. It's been quite an unexpected reunion." Emma then turned her attention to me, still nestled in the pram. "Patrick, it was unexpected seeing you like this. If you ever feel up to it, perhaps you and your….Mommy could drop by the Mommy Magazine office someday. Just to say hello." "Actually, Emma," Mommy began with a thoughtful smile, "I've actually been keeping in touch with the editor of Mommy Magazine since Patrick started using diapers again. I was actually thinking of taking him by the office someday to show off what a happy baby boy he is." Emma's eyes widened in surprise. "You have? That's wonderful! I had no idea." Mommy nodded, her expression a mix of reassurance and warmth. Emma, seemingly delighted by the unexpected news, offered a supportive smile. "That sounds like a fantastic idea. It would be great to have you both visit the office. I'm sure the team would love to see Patrick and catch up." As Mommy shared the news with Emma about staying in touch with the editor of Mommy Magazine and planning a visit to the office, a wave of emotions surged within me. The revelation struck like an unexpected gust of wind, leaving me unsettled and unprepared for the reality that unfolded. Though unable to articulate my complex feelings, the pacifier in my mouth did little to suppress the turmoil within. Shock, anger, and a profound sense of betrayal washed over me, accentuated by my inability to vocalize or control the torrent of emotions. My eyes, wide with disbelief, darted between Mommy and Emma. The plush toys within the pram, once comforting companions, now seemed to hang in suspended animation, as if sensing the storm within me. The realization that Mommy had been orchestrating plans behind my back, keeping in touch with Mommy Magazine without my knowledge, left me feeling betrayed and disoriented. Unable to hold back the overwhelming surge of emotions, I let out a whimper, a sound that betrayed my distress. Emma, noticing the shift in the atmosphere, exchanged a concerned glance with Mommy. "Is everything okay?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry. Mommy, sensing my upset state, decided to address the situation with a gentle redirection. She offered a warm smile to Emma, attempting to downplay the emotional turmoil within the pram. "Oh, it seems like Patrick might be feeling a bit tired," Mommy explained, her voice infused with a soothing tone. "I think it's time for his nap. You know how it is with little ones—they can get a bit cranky when they're sleepy." Emma, charmed by the shift in focus, leaned closer to the pram and cooed in a baby-talk manner, "Aww, is little Patrick feeling sleepy? Time for a nice, cozy nap, isn't it?" I squirmed in the pram, my pacifier seemingly offering no defense against the unexpected turn of events. Mommy, ever the caregiver, continued the narrative, "Yes, he's quite the handful when he's sleepy. We'll let him rest, and maybe he'll be in a better mood later." Emma, finding the situation adorable, chuckled softly. "Well, you take a nice nap, little Patrick. Sweet dreams!" As they exchanged farewells, I felt a mixture of relief and frustration. The pram, once a sanctuary, now felt like a cocoon shielding me from the complexities of adult emotions. Mommy, maintaining the facade of a tired, cranky infant, guided the pram away from Emma, and the plush toys overhead seemed to sway with the rhythm of the parting encounter. Later in the evening, the kitchen nursery was bathed in a soft glow as Mommy got me settled into the highchair and prepared to feed me once again. As Mommy secured the bib around my neck, my eyes fixed on her with a mix of curiosity and vulnerability. Mommy, ever attentive, smiled down at me. "Are you ready for your meal, sweetie?" I responded with a subtle nod, the pacifier nestled in the corner of my mouth. "Why Mommy talk to Mommy Magazine people?" I asked, my words slightly muffled by the pacifier. As Mommy began spoon-feeding me, the rhythmic clinking of the spoon against the bowl filled the nursery. Mommy, sensing the need for further explanation, adjusted her tone to a soothing babytalk as she continued to feed me in the highchair. "Aww, little one, Mommy wanted to keep in touch with the nice people at Mommy Magazine because, you see, when you became a wittle baby again, you couldn't tell them about your potty training adventure by yourself. Mommy thought it would be fun to share your special journey with them, so they could follow along and know how much of a good boy you were being." "Why Mommy not tell me?" I questioned, my words carrying the innocence of a child grappling with a new concept. Mommy continued the babytalk, her words laced with love and understanding as she spoon-fed me in the highchair. "Oh, sweetie, Mommy didn't tell you 'bout it 'cause it's not somethin' for my wittle boy to worry 'bout. Mommy wanted to take care of it so you could just be happy and enjoy your days bein' a cute little baby. No need for my special one to have any worries." She continued to coo and comfort me, the gentle rhythm of her babytalk creating a soothing atmosphere in the kitchen. "You see, my adorable baby," Mommy continued, "Mommy just wanted to make everything nice and easy for you. No grown-up worries for my little sweetheart. Mommy's here to take care of everything, so you can just giggle and play and have the best time in your little world." Despite Mommy's tender babytalk and reassurances, a lingering sense of upset nestled within me. The realization that Mommy had kept the secret of staying in touch with Mommy Magazine weighed on my thoughts, creating a subtle tension within me. "But Mommy didn't tell..." I began to murmur, my infantile speech struggling to articulate the complexity of my emotions. Mommy, sensing my unease, leaned in closer, maintaining the babytalk. "Shh, my little one. Mommy didn't want to worry you. It's just a grown-up thing. You're my precious baby, and Mommy's here to make everything nice and easy for you." Her soothing words had a lulling effect, and a sense of vulnerability washed over me. "But... but Mommy," I tried to protest, the words faltering as the rhythmic melody of babytalk wrapped around me like a security blanket. Mommy continued to spoon-feed me, her voice a gentle hum in the background. "No frowns, my sweetie. Mommy's here. Just enjoy your wittle meal, no need for big boy worries." As the babytalk persisted, my initial discontent gradually softened into a muddled sense of acceptance. In the haze of babytalk, my thoughts, once focused on questioning, slipped away like sand through my fingers. As the last spoonful found its way into my mouth, Mommy set the bowl aside and reached for a soft cloth to clean my hands and face. Her touch was tender, the babytalk still a soothing melody in the air. "There we go, my precious one," Mommy cooed in her sweet babytalk. "All clean and ready for sleepy time. See, no need for worries. Mommy's got everything under control." Mommy's reassurances, delivered in the gentle lilt of babytalk, worked their magic. "You're such a good baby, Patrick. Mommy loves taking care of you. No frowns, okay? We're going to have the best time together." With Mommy's reassurances, my concerns seemed to melt away, leaving behind a sense of tranquility. As we prepared for the next phase of our evening.

Very promising. Sort of in between the diaper dimension and the keeperverse. I like it.

Sorry about the delay, chapters will probably be a bit inconsistent due to my job. But I am still writing this ^-^ Chapter 2 Caregiver? “Melissa Cooper,” the nurse called, jostling her from her reprieve. As she walked over her mind began to wander. She was hoping to see Sarah here but once about a third of the kids were called she received a text from her. It was a little disappointing, she was hoping to speculate what their classification might be. Although she already knew she was going to be a master. After all she was barely a few months older than most of her friends yet she already towered over them. That and her urge to protect and care for them. “Come this way please,” the nurse said, holding the door open for her. “Thanks ma'am.” “Go into the first curtain,” she instructed. Melissa walked into the small divided area. Somewhere in the distance she heard the unmistakable sounds of crying. Whoever she saw or heard someone very she just wanted to scoop them up and coddle them till their tears stopped. These feelings were especially strong around her best friend Sarah. Every time she saw the small girl she wanted to scoop her up and snuggle her until she fell asleep. Her musing was interrupted when the nurse spoke. “I'm going to draw some blood now. Is that okay?” “Yes ma'am.” The nurse pulled out various bits and bobs before drawing blood. The needle went in with barely a flinch from Melissa. Someone else, probably a little, just had their blood drawn probably. Judging from the wailing that came from somewhere to her right. “Having some problems today?” “No more than usual. That's why we only do this once a year. I saw that you're fifteen. Didn't get a classification last year?” “Oh no,” she waved her other hand dismissively, “I was really sick last year.” “Ah well I'm glad you're feeling better this year. Still not uncommon for people to be classified later. Some kids are late bloomers.” “Yea my older sister didn't get classified until she turned seventeen.” “There, all done!” She removed the needle and bagged up the vials filled with their crimson liquid. “I know you don't need it but do you want a sucker?” “Yea sure.” “Here you are,” she said, handing over the brightly colored lollipop. “Follow me to the next testing area.” “Is this the Bectel test?” “Yes, how'd you know?” “I want to take classification specialization as my major.” “An aspiring doctor. That's great, I'm sure you'll do wonderfully.” “Thanks,” she said, her cheeks turning pink unused to praise. Being the only other dom in a family of subs was not the easiest thing. Mama Shirley was a master for Momma Lisa and Papa Chris who were a sub and pet respectively. Her mind was really wandering today she realized as the doctor coughed to get her attention. “Sorry…” she said sheepishly. He flashed her a simple smile before speaking. “Quite alright, if you're ready, sit here please.” She sat down, feeling strangely small in this man's presence. Even though she looked to be close to his height. “I know what the test is, I studied it for when I eventually take my exams to get into university,” she said, preemptively. “Ah, coming for my job eh…?” He chuckled. “Not at all Sir,” she replied, smiling at his joke. He made small talk while applying the electrodes to her head. She watched him with rapt attention. “Alright I'm going to show you a video then you'll be done.” “This to stimulate a headspace if any are present right?” “Yes, you are well informed.” “And that won't mess up anything, will it?” “Not at all,” he said before turning on the TV sitting in front of her. It turned pure white before shapes and colors began to flash on the screen. She began to feel warm, her thoughts wandering, before settling on Sarah. “I hope she's doing well,” she said as the warmth continued to spread. “Who?” “Sarah, she's so small, and cute as a button. I had to tell off these mean girls who were teasing her. She was about to start crying. The way her bottom lip quivered was adorable, but no one messes with my baby girl,” she answered, nodding thoughtfully. “Sounds like she has a good protector,” the doctor said as he fiddled with the computer. “I just want her to be happy. The wait for classification has been hard on her. She thinks she hides it well but I can tell she's sad and worried. I just want to scoop her up until she falls asleep in my arms.” “I'm sure she'd like that.” “You think so? I don't want her to hate me. She really wants to be a Caregiver. They usually do the comforting. I'm worried, she sent me a text saying she was done but didn't reply when I asked how it went. I hope she's not hurt…!” she tried to sit upright but was pressed back down by the doctor “Almost done,” he said gently. “Just stay focused on the TV please.” “Right, sorry…” She fell silent after that, her mind playing different scenarios in her mind. Everything from Sarah getting smiling happily to her being abducted by a stranger. Suddenly the screen turned white and she blinked, shaking her head to clear the fog that settled on it. “All done,” the doctor said. “What happened?” “Test is finished sweetheart, you may go,” he said again, a gentle smile on his face. “Right, sorry. Thank you for taking care of me,” she said shaking her head and trying to remember what the video showed. “It was my pleasure.” The nurse returned and guided her back to the auditorium, leading her up to Miss Clarissa, who handed her a letter and sent her on her way. Momma Lisa was waiting for her outside the doors. The moment she stepped through her Momma threw her arms around her. “Hey baby girl, how was it?” “Strange, I don't remember the test part. But I felt like I was talking about something very important. I have a letter for you.” She took the letter and opened it up. Her eyes scanned through the lines. Her face was unreadable as she finished the letter and folded it back up. “What's it say?” “It says that you're a caregiver, and that the test results will determine your ideal age.” “...caregiver…? Not master…?” “That's what it says sweetie. Let's… let's head home and talk to Mama Shirley.” “Yea…” she replied rumbly before following her mom to the car and climbing in. I hope Sara's a caregiver or she's going to hate me… ***** “So what are we going to do about her classification?” Ariel asked “She's going to fight us,” Michelle replied, looking at her daughter. “We’ll need to ease her into headspace.” “How are we going to do that?” “I don’t know…” “Well love, I'll do some research online for you,” she said snuggling to her masters side. “I’ll make us all something to eat then,” she said, planting a kiss on her pet's lips, and giving her a quick hug. Before standing up and making her way to the kitchen. Ariel scooted next to Sarah looking down at her peacefully sleeping and sucking on her thumb. She gently rubbed the slumbering girl's back with a smile on her face. “You’re so adorable,” she said, leaning over and giving the girl a kiss on her cheek before walking out of the room. She went to her mistress's office and booted up the computer. As she waited for it tpo start up her thoughts fell to the small girl slumbering in the living room. She knew what her master would say. But she knew the truth. That girl's classification was her fault. A tear rolled down her cheek as she began to search online, printing out some guides from the classification bureau website. While those printed out she searched for ways to ease people into their headspaces. A half hour later the door opened inwards with a small click, Sarah walking in while rubbing her eyes sleepily. “Mamma?” “Hey my precious girl, did you have a good nap?” “Yes mamma,” she said, making grabby hands. Ariel smiled at the small girl, as she adorably reached out to be carried. Turning off the computer she picked up her daughter, carrying her on her hip. Sarah buried her face in the crook of her Mamma’s neck. Ariel walked to the kitchen to check on the food. “There's my two precious girls, hope was your nap sweetie.” “It was tay mommy,” she replied with a yawn. Michelle gave her pet a questioning look, who just shook her head and held up her fingers. Squeezing them close together. “Are you hungry sweetie?” “Yes mommy! Super hungry.” “Well you're just in time then,” her mom smiled. Ariel put her daughter in a chair and scooted her in, the small girl barely able to lean over the table. To eat the plate of food set before her. “Tanks mommy,” she said before digging in. The two women watched her eat, noticing that she seemed to be eating far clumsier than normal. Michelle had a smile on her face as her daughter ate with gusto. Their dinner passed in relative silence, their silverware clinked against their plates. “Alright sweetie, let's get you in a bath. I swear you got more on you than in you,” Michelle said when her daughter finished eating. Her face lit up in excitement and she started bouncing excitedly. “Bath?” “Yes sweetie, a bath.” “I’ll clean up the dinner dishes, Mistress.” “Thank you, you’re such a good girl,” she said, giving her pet a kiss and a pat on the head. “Alright munchkin, let's get you clean.” “Okay mommy,” she said, holding up her arms. Letting her mom pick her up and carry her out of the room. ***** “Alright I put our daughter to bed, so tell me Ariel, what's wrong?” “Wrong…?” “Yes since dinner you’ve been unnaturally quiet.” Her pet shifted awkwardly under her master's gaze. Her eyes flicked between her master's own and the ground. “Speak!” she commanded. “I’m so sorry,” she said, breaking out in tears. “Sorry for what?” “For what I did to Sarah. For what we did to her. It's my fault the poor girl is like this.” Michelle walked over to her pet, who flinched and shut her eyes. She sat there, apprehension building inside her. She felt the bed shift as her master sat down. Then a pair of strong arms wrapping themselves around her. “It's not your fault.” “But Jason…” she started, before her master's finger silenced her. “How many times do I have to tell you that we don't talk about him. What he did has nothing to do with you. I wish you’d stop beating yourself up about it.” “But your daughter is a little because of him…” “We don't know that. And even if that were true it's still not your fault. No matter what you say. The courts themselves even said you did nothing wrong. So please stop beating yourself up.” “But…” “Do I have to make it a command?” “No ma’am, I'll try my best.” Michelle leaned back, pulling her pet along, and cuddling her. “We’re visiting my sister tomorrow and right now I just want to cuddle my pet.” “I love you mistress.” “I love you too darling.” The two women shared a kiss. Simply basking in each other's presence.

I've been fairly continuously in diapers for a while now. This morning I was doing something on the computer and fell a little trickle on my leg. Damn, my diaper must be leaking. Thought about it a second. Holy, crap. I forgot, I'm not wearing one. Oops.

You could have volunteered to make a run to the local Goodwill donation site... Taking everything they wanted to donate, including the diapers. Of course, your wife might have been suspicious. My elderly mother had me take a bunch of boxes full of stuff to Goodwill a few months back. One box was a FULL case of Attends pull-ups, that were left over from when dad had prostate surgery. Needless to say, that box somehow didn't make it to the drop-off site.

Chapter 61 At the boardwalk, Becky and Amanda were pacing to keep warm. “They’ve been gone more than an hour,” Amanda said. “It was your idea. It’s not like they got eaten by aquatic mammals.” “Jamie is an aquatic mammal; they probably offered to take him home,” Amanda retorted. “Oh, here they come.” Jamie and Cheryl were walking back the way they’d left, hand in hand. “So friggin’ cute,” Becky said. He’s already got a girlfriend, Amanda wanted to respond, I think – possibly friend with benefits. “You guys get lost,” Becky called out. Amanda and Becky crossed the distance to them in just five steps. Becky knelt down in front of Jamie and felt his cheek. “Ooh, you are freezing,” she said and began to rub his back. “You guys ready to go home? Get some hot food?” “Sounds great,” Cheryl said. Amanda noticed her shivering and instinctively picked her up, realizing after the fact what she’d done. “Sorry,” she said still holding her, “You looked cold.” “It’s okay, Manda. I am.” “Aww, Jamie taught you his name for me.” Amanda rubbed her back like Becky rubbed Jamie’s. Becky picked Jamie up, and the four of them walked back to the car. Back at home, Becky whispered to Jamie as she was getting him out of his car seat, “It’s nap time after lunch, okay?” “I know,” he whispered back. He was ready for it, and he imagined Cheryl must be, too. She was fighting jet lag on top of the longer days. The warm house felt good, and it only made Jamie and Cheryl, and Becky and Amanda, more tired. “How about something simple for lunch,” Becky suggested. “Grilled cheese and tomato soup?” “That sounds perfect,” Jamie answered. “I’m not sure I can offer you anything warm to change into,” Amanda said to Cheryl. “Except maybe some of Jamie’s pajamas.” The seat and cuffs of her jeans were wet from the snow, as were her socks. “But I can put that in the dryer for you.” “I’m going to take a nap after lunch anyway,” Jamie added. “I’d like to take a nap, too, if that’s okay.” “Of course,” Becky said. “You can use my bed if you’d like.” “C’mon, let’s get you two fixed up,” Amanda said. They followed her back to the nursery, and once again Amanda and Jamie slipped inside. Before she shut the door, Amanda stuck her head back out and asked Cheryl, “Anything you need in your backpack?” Inside, Amanda picked out two pair of pajama pants and two tops for Jamie and Cheryl. “Be right back,” she told Jamie. She went back into the hallway and found Cheryl leaning against the wall next to the bathroom with her backpack. “These should work,” she said without handing them over and walked into the bathroom. Confused, Cheryl followed her, and Amanda closed the door. “Um, yeah,” Cheryl asked. “I just wanted to ask if you needed help, ya know, if you had to …” “Pee?” “Yeah.” Cheryl unzipped her bag and took out a portable urinal. “Oh, thank goodness. I ... we had a plan, but I don’t think you would have liked it.” “Did it involve you holding me under the armpits? No, I wouldn’t have liked that ...” She looked at the toilet, the rim of which was several inches above her waist, and it was wide enough she wasn’t sure she’d be able to sit on it even if she splayed her legs as wide as she could. “Jamie is wearing a diaper, isn’t he?” Amanda didn’t know how to answer. She’d promised Jamie she’d be discrete, but it didn’t make much sense to lie now. Instead, she asked, “What makes you think that?” “There’s no step stool for him in here. There’s no seat attachment for him. So he either uses a different bathroom just for the toilet,” she said nodding toward the bath toys not quite hidden behind the shower curtain, “or he has a potty chair in his room, which would make no sense, or ...” “I hope you’re not ... I hope you don’t think less of him for it.” That Amanda’s concern was how Cheryl knowing would impact Jamie was heartening. “Of him? No. I’ve been to Itali before; I know how bigs are with littles. How does he feel about it?” “I’ve offered a couple times to take him out of them. Or rather, to get Mom to. He’s always declined.” That wasn’t the entire truth, but it was the relevant truth now. “Can I ask why he’s in them at all?” “At first, Mom was convinced he needed them. She just assumed a little needs them.” Cheryl shook her head, having never grasped how an entire species, so it seemed, could be that way, harboring all kinds of objectively incorrect ideas about another species fully capable of explaining how their bodies work and how they live. Did they just imagine that Littles crossed through the portal and lost control of their functions, or that being adopted did it, or that only Littles who adopt themselves out have that problem, or that in their entire dimension everybody wore diapers, and if so, what did they think independent littles did? It defied logic, and their continued belief it defied logical explanation. “And now,” Cheryl asked. Amanda deflected, choosing to interpret it as a question about Jamie’s needs rather than what her mother believed to be true. “Now I think he sorta does, need them, at least sometimes … I hope you’re not upset with us.” “That depends. Does he want them because he needs them or because he likes them?” “He likes that they make us closer. He certainly doesn’t look uncomfortable with it anymore. I’ve never directly asked him if he likes them, though.” “I’m gonna ask him.” “And if he says no?” “Then we’ll figure it out.” Amanda wanted to know what that meant, but she didn’t want to start getting defensive. That wouldn’t help anything. “Do you, uh, need anything else?” “No, just to change.” Amanda didn’t move. “It really ... It doesn’t bother you?” “Anything that Jamie is okay with, I’m okay with, but I need to hear him say it.” Amanda wasn’t sure if she was talking to Cheryl, Jamie’s Friend, or Cheryl the Caseworker. Amanda left her to change. Jamie was wondering what was taking so long. He’d decided to use his diaper while he waited, and he was growing impatient. He’d already undressed himself down to just his t-shirt and long underwear bottoms. Amanda finally came back. “Let’s you cleaned up.” Amanda got him changed and was pulling on his pajama bottoms when she said, “You know your diaper is gonna be obvious in these, right?” “Yeah, but I think that’s okay. I don’t think she’ll even say anything …” Amanda knew that wasn’t true, but she didn’t want to tell him so. “I guess that means you guys had a good talk.” “We did,” Jamie smiled. “Well, do you mind if I let her in?” “I guess not.” Jamie sat up, and she got his shirt on him before helping him down. Amanda opened the door and let Cheryl in. “I’ll go see how Mom’s doing.” “You look cute,” Jamie said upon seeing Cheryl in his pajamas that were a size-and-a-half too big for her. “So do you,” she smiled. Jamie tried to discretely tug his shirttail down and move quietly. He was pretty sure she’d be fine with it, but he didn’t feel a need to advertise it in order to find out. For her part, Cheryl wanted to know what Jamie thought of it, both as a friend and as his caseworker. If this was something he wasn’t okay with, she could do a lot to change it. Marcia, she figured, hadn’t even thought to ask, being of the same mind as Becky. However Jamie felt, Cheryl would for sure be raising that issue with her boss. “Mind if I ask you a personal question?” “We’ve been doing that all morning,” Jamie tried to play it off. “You wear diapers now, don’t you?” She pointed toward the changing table. Jamie covered his eyes and rubbed his forehead, a little in embarrassment but mostly because he’d been so focused on his own appearance he hadn’t thought about the obvious piece of furniture behind him, and so focused on the diaper issue he’d forgotten to be embarrassed at all by the crib or rocking chair or the childish rug beneath his feet. “Y-y-yes.” “Do you need them?” “Some-sometimes. I ... I’ve been ... I sorta stopped noticing when ...” Cheryl closed the door behind her and put her arms around Jamie long enough for him to take a deep breath. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s still me; still Cheryl.” “I’m ... I kinda figured you wouldn’t judge, after our talk this morning. But I’m still, ya know, now that it’s ...” “Officially not a secret?” “Yes.” “Are you okay with it?” “It not being a secret?” “That they made you use diapers.” “I wasn’t at first, but now ...” “I can make it stop.” This part, admitting how he felt, Jamie did find embarrassing. “I’m fine with it,” he said. “Just fine? I need a little more commitment than that.” She didn’t mean to force him to say it, but she needed him to show it was what he wanted, both in order for to feel good about it and to feel it wasn’t something she had to pursue as his caseworker. She didn’t want to make him do all the work though, so she posed a yes-or-no question for him. “Do you prefer to continue this way?” Jamie turned his face away, quietly answering, “Yes.” He didn’t say anything else for a moment. “You want to know why.” “Only if you want to tell me.” “I guess I like the attention. It’s just ... another way they ... show their love for me. And it doesn’t ... after you get over what it is, it even feels ...” It was both harder and easier for Jamie to talk about then he’d imagined it would be. “Good,” Cheryl asked. Jamie nodded and said, “And I like the time I get to spend with them because of it; it’s intimate ... Sometimes we even have our most important conversations while they, ya know.” “Wipe your tushy?” The caseworker was done for the day, and the friend was on full duty again. “Don’t make fun of me. This is hard,” he said, sounding hurt. She took his hand. “I’d never make fun of you. If you like it this way, then I do, too. It even makes sense to me, what you said.” Or at least most of it did. She leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek. “You even look cute.” Jamie blushed. “Can I see your butt?” Jamie turned around. “See? Not much to see.” Except a partly square and very cute bulge. She gave him a swat. “Hey! Why does every feel the need to do that?” “It’s just irresistible.” “You’re really not ... you don’t even seem surprised.” “Like I said, I’ve been here before. You’re not my first client I’ve visited here and found in a diaper. I’ve interviewed returnees. I knew it was a possibility.” “More like a probability.” “Are you mad I didn’t tell you?” “Why didn’t you?” “Because I knew it ultimately wasn’t a big deal. I figured if it was something that happened and you weren’t okay with it, you’d either find a way to put a stop to it or tell Marcia ... Who I’m gonna talk to our bosses about ... Anyway, I thought it was more important that you come here, and I didn’t want to let something like this possibly derail that.” “So, basically, everybody decided diapers were best for me, on my behalf,” Jamie frowned. “You are mad.” Jamie sighed. “No, I guess not.” Cheryl opened her arms, and Jamie accepted the invitation for a hug. He decided to give her a playful swat on her butt. “Hey!” “Well, everybody does it to me! Since it’s not a secret, I’m okay sharing my crib if you wanna take a nap with me,” he said hopefully. In the kitchen, Amanda opted not to say anything about Cheryl’s discovery to her Mom. She wasn’t sure if her mom would even understand why it was new information to Cheryl, or whether she would just mentally skip over the questions it raised. Cheryl and Jamie walked into the kitchen. “Oh good, you guys put on socks. Sorry I forgot,” Amanda said. “I made you some warm milk, Jamie,” Becky said gesturing toward his place at the table. “Ooh, can I get one of those?” Jamie’s face cycled through eight shades of red before arriving at crimson. “It’s, uh …” “I know what it is,” Cheryl said, sparing him the embarrassment of saying it. “Do you guys have any formula?” “You’ve had formula,” Amanda asked in surprise. “I don’t think you bigs fully fathom how good that stuff is to us. I’m taking two cases of the powder home with me.” “You could probably make some money selling that on the street,” Jamie joked. “I should have it reverse-engineered and go into business. I’d be the richest woman in history by the end of the year.” “Why don’t you,” Becky asked. “Because any formula I have analyzed is formula I don’t get to drink.” “Coming up,” Amanda said, getting the canister of powder out of the cabinet. When lunch was over, Jamie said, “If it’s alright, Cheryl is going to share my crib with me.” “That’s fine.” The food and the milk and the walk and the warm house had Jamie drowsy. The synthetic version had Cheryl feeling pretty good, too. Becky filled a bottle with water for Jamie like she did at every nap time, it seeming that there were no secrets left to hide, and led both the sleepy littles to the nursery. She helped them each into the crib, surreptitiously, or so she thought, checking Jamie’s diaper as she did so. She meant to be discrete but couldn’t help herself; it just wouldn’t be right to put Jamie down for a nap in a wet diaper, and Becky liked to think Cheryl, as his caseworker, would think well of her for it. “Sleep tight,” Becky said as she turned off the light. “I recognize this little guy,” Cheryl said as she picked up Jamie’s bear. “You wanna snuggle with him? He won’t mind.” “I wanna snuggle with you.” “That’s the formula talking.” “No, it’s not.” She felt she was sitting on something, reached under herself and pulled out one of his pacifiers. She smiled at him. “You want it?” “I can do without,” he yawned, which made her yawn. “C’mere,” she said, opening her arms, “I wanna snuggle with Jamie Bear.” He scooched closer, and she made herself the big spoon.

My mom called. Her: "What're you up to today?" "Not much." "I thought you'd go hiking or something." "Guess I'm just tired." "You've said that for a while. Everything okay?" What I said: "Yeah, just been busy at work, need some down time." What I would have said if I was honest: "Yeah, I've just been spending all my free time since late February writing a 1,000-page novel that is emotionally comforting to a very small handful of people, erotic to a very small handful of people, and would be seen as transgressive even by people into some really kinky shit because I have this fetish that is considered edgeplay even by people who get off just beating the snot out of one another. Remember when I told you in 8th grade I started wetting the bed? Well, about that ..." ? ?

Part 17We pulled into the parking lot of the Target, April's usual go-to shopping spot. We still needed to pick up a "Littlewarming" gift for Lisa. We had been out much longer than usual with the extra trip though, and I had an uncommon problem for us."Um, April?" I called quietly, "My diaper is really wet and I need to go again... "April was a homebody, we didn't leave the house all that often. I wasn't even sure if we had spare diapers in the car."Can that diaper make it until we get home?""I'm not sure, it feels really squishy," I pressed on my crotch and felt a little liquid seep out of the padding inside the diaper, "I don't think so.""Well, that settles that - we're definitely getting a diaper bag today. This is two incidents today where it would have saved us a lot of trouble."The pressure in my bladder was building and I hadn't really tried to hold it in weeks now, I wasn't even sure I could."They have a vending machine in the ladies' room that sells diapers here, let's go get you changed before you leak.""Okay... let's hurry, I'm not good at holding it now.""Oh my, you weren't kidding, you're soaked," April said as she picked me up out of the carrier and hurried towards the store, "I'm wishing I had you in a thicker diaper right now.""I like these," I pouted, feeling uncertain. I'd never been changed in public before and I wasn't terribly thrilled at the idea. A big benefit of April being a homebody was the privacy. We hurried into the store and went straight for the restroom, which was right at the front. There were a couple of other ladies in the restroom, one changing a very messy Little girl who was sobbing quietly around a pacifier. April walked to the vending machine... which was out of order."Oh no!" she huffed, "Today has just been the worst day!""What's wrong?" a nice-looking Amazon "mommy" asked April. She was wearing a dark colored dress with a floral print, and she had a pretty beaded necklace on. She was washing her hands, standing next to a stroller with an unconscious Little boy in it. "Oh, the machine's broken.""Yes, and Kimmy was so upset this morning that I walked out the door without the diaper bag and she's positively soaked... ""Um, mommy... " I said softly, as I felt my bladder release a trickle. I was losing this battle. "I'm peeing... ""Here," the woman said and handed April a diaper that looked much too big, "James is bigger than your Little. Put this one on over her soaked diaper before it leaks.""Thank you!" April took the big diaper from the nice lady and laid me down on an open changing table. I could feel the diaper squish underneath me on the hard changing table. April lifted my dress and slid the clean diaper underneath me... and taped the bigger clean diaper on right over the soaking one. I blushed heavily, the bulk of this double-diaper was thicker than the crawler diaper the LittleGarden had put me in and I felt ridiculous."You are a lifesaver," April said to the lady, picking me back up. I finally lost the battle and felt myself flooding the over-saturated diaper I had on, and I felt it leak into the clean one. April sensed me getting upset and popped my pacifier between my lips, "I'm April and this is Kimmy. Can we buy you a cup of coffee in thanks?""I'd like that," she said, "I'm Julie and this little guy is James.""He's what, 18 months?""Good guess, 19. I have myself a handful. He will climb anything if you turn your back on him for an instant. He's a good boy though, I'm happy to have him. Yours is what, 9 months?""Dis many," I held out both my hands and showed my fingers. My legs were spread far apart by the double-diaper... I bet the extra padding would make me fit up front in a cart."Oh, well then," Julie laughed, "didn't mean to short you a month, you little silly. She's a funny one, I bet she keeps you very busy.""Oh, she does," April laughed along with her. The four of us went to the coffee shop that was built in to the front of the store, I was set in a highchair next to James' stroller. Julie sat with us Littles while April went and ordered the coffee. The double diaper felt pretty uncomfortable in the simple highchair.. it had no tray, it was just a tall wooden stool with a spot to thread my legs through I wasn't about to complain though, it was better than leaking everywhere and getting my dress all yucky. Julie was staring very closely at my eyes.. by the time April got back, it was starting to make me a little uncomfortable. The smell of the Amazon-strength coffee hit me as April delivered the two cups and sat down."Your Little is very cute, April. Her eyes are very bright, has she been fighting off the regression formula?""Oh, I don't believe in giving Kimmy any regression formula," April said. Her spine had gone completely straight."Really! She's so cheerful, I figured for sure you had her regressed," Julie laughed, completely oblivious to April's discomfort, "I keep James on a heavy dose, it makes him so much more pleasant. If he misses two days in a row, it's all complaining about needing to get back to his 'business'. I guess I'm just old fashioned. I'm not as bad as my friends back home though, their customs wouldn't even be welcome on this island.""Oh, you're not from around here?" April asked, "Which island are you from? What brought you here to Albion?""My husband is a food scientist - we're from Catalon originally. Your island spends so much on food research for Littles, figuring out what they like and what they don't like... it's my husband's passion so here we are. On Catalon, the flavor of what you fed your Little didn't matter, as long as they were healthy. It's funny how different things can be from island to island!"I was staying purposefully silent, I didn't want this woman's attention on me. April had stiffened visibly when she said 'Catalon', I figured I probably didn't want to know. I just had to wait for April to get us out of this conversation."Your Little is so cute already, I bet she'd be absolutely adorable on a light dose!""Kimmy is cute because she is clever, I don't want to dull that at all. I love her just the way she is.""Oh, of course you do honey - I just think you should keep an open mind.""I'll give it some thought. Thank you very much for the save back in the ladies' room - Kimmy and I are shopping for a Littlewarming present for a friend, we'd better get back to it. You have a great day!""Absolutely," Julie smiled, not noticing April's rapid retreat, "Thanks for the coffee, it was nice meeting you."--"What a day," April sighed, booping my nose where I sat in the carrier built in to the front of the cart. I smiled, I got to stare into April's eyes as we shopped, it was pretty fantastic. A big puffy, pink and purple diaper bag was in the cart. April wasn't really happy about that, but after the day she'd had.. I knew she didn't ever want a repeat. I felt guilty for causing a fuss in the other store, but she had said it wasn't my fault.We had decided on a pink unicorn sleepsack since Melanie liked being swaddled - it had internal sleeves that were sewn to the body. Once a Little was zipped up in this, they wouldn't be able to move at all.. and they'd look like their head was poking out of the neck of a cute pink unicorn! They'd be a Little-stuffed stuffie! The tail hid a zipper for a drop seat, so Lisa could change Melanie without pulling her out of the suit. It would have been a torture device if April had gotten it for me, but I just knew that Melanie would love it.I had suggested we get Melanie a pack of the super fancy, extra-extra thick girly diapers. They were a soft pink, and they actually had butt ruffles and lace on the disposable diaper. Once again, I thought it was silly but I had a feeling that Melanie would absolutely love it. We also got her a little purple kitten stuffed toy, which I had named Duchess Fuzzbutt. Mellie would probably rename it, but that was definitely the name I was going to use when we gave it to her."Let's get you home and into a fresh diaper, Kimmy - that doesn't look comfortable.""It's not," I shrugged, "but I'm your Little and diapers are part of the deal."April looked at me quizzically - she didn't look like she was sure how to feel about that one."I mean, I'm getting used to them. Even the thick ones. It's not so bad... the best part is," I smiled shyly, "how much you love me when you change me."April lit up at that, a big smile spread across her face. I hoped that a good end would erase some of the bad of the day.

Part 16I was a little heartbroken when I awoke the next morning in the crib, alone. I flooded my nighttime diaper immediately and looked around for Harry. I grabbed him and pulled myself up with the bars."April!" I called, "I wet my diaper! Can I wear shoes today? April!"I heard a laugh from the direction of the living room, and April was in the nursery shortly thereafter."Well good morning, my sweet Kimmy," I was released from the crib and changed into a blue knee-length sundress and a normal daytime diaper, the ever-present Silencer pacifier clipped to my dress, "We don't wear shoes in the house, but you can wear them when we go out. We need to get a Littlewarming present for Lisa and Melanie.""Last night was nice," I hugged April as she carried me to the kitchen, where I was given my favorite breakfast, bacon and a sippy cup of orange juice, "I really like Mellie, she's nice.""I agree with you, and you were a good girl last night, once you got to know Mellie a little bit." I blushed at the memory of making poor Mellie cry."How old is Mellie as a Little? She's taller than I am, and she walked to the door with shoes on with Lisa.""I'd wager she's either twelve or thirteen months, but I bet she'd trade with you in a heartbeat if she could.""Yeah," I said, between bites of bacon, "I bet she would. The grass is always greener on the other side of the playpen, I guess. April?" I asked cautiously, "Do you wish I were more like Mellie?""I wish you didn't fight being Little like it was such a bad thing sometimes, but no, I love my Kimmy. I don't want Melanie as my Little, sweetie, I want you.""I don't want Lisa as my Amazon, I want you," I echoed."Time for a trip to the store!" April smiled once my breakfast was done. April was in a really, really good mood.. better than she had been in days. She helped me get my velcro shoes on as promised, and I hoped that she would let me walk in the store, or that the store had the carrier-carts at the very least. The car-prep routine was familiar and comfortable, and before long I was buckled in and we were on our way."Let's see.. what should we get Little Melanie as a welcoming present? My mom got you your pacifier, which has been so helpful. I want to get something useful, but cute." April's eyes caught mine in the mirror, "You should probably pick something out for Melanie as well, sweetie. I want you to think about a thing you wished you had when you first got here."We pulled up to the store and soon I was being carried... in the carrier, she didn't even unbuckle me, into the store. "May I please walk in the store?" I asked as she carried me across the parking lot. "No sweetie, this store is enormous and you are tiny, it's not safe here," she answered. The sunshade was down so I could see, but as April fastened the carrier to the cart, I was sad that I wasn't going to be able to see her or look around as much."Do they have a carrier cart?""Aw sweetie, are you sad that you can't see me?" April asked as she pushed the cart into the store."Uh huh.""We'll make this a quick trip, I already have you securely attached, no sense in taking the carrier all the way back to the car."The inside of the store was huge - much taller than the stores we usually shopped at, I had never been to this one. Right at the entrance, they had a variety of restraining devices for walking Littles, leashes and harnesses made up to look like all sorts of things, from backpacks to animal costumes where the leash was the tail. This whole store was devoted to gear for Amazons to use on their Littles! April hummed one of the songs we played together and I joined in with her, humming along. Even though I couldn't see her, I felt like we were still connected and that felt nice."Let's see," April thought aloud, "What can we get for Lisa that she didn't already buy herself?" April's giant hand reached into the carrier unexpectedly and I found myself wriggling under her tickling fingers until I wet myself, but I didn't say anything. Instead I just sucked on the pacifier to console myself. "Maybe one of the newer Little monitors? The ones that give you all the vitals and monitor wetness... Hmm.. We know she has a teasing sense of humor, maybe we should get a pack of flavored pacifiers?"I could only see to the left of the cart as we glided along and I found myself looking at various displays. We stopped in front of a Little-sized hamster ball with a diapered Little manniquin inside."Oh my goodness! Lisa would love this," April laughed as I imagined myself being sealed up inside the ball and bumping into things... the relative freedom of movement sounded enticing, but at the same time I wasn't sure I liked the idea of that kind of captivity, "Too bad, she lives in an apartment, she'd never have a place to use this."We came to a section that had very large harnesses... it looked like they were intended to physically tie a Little to an Amazon. I suddenly had the urge to have my pacifier in my mouth, so I went with it."I don't think Lisa is the body-carrier type, she lets Melanie walk," April mused. She didn't stop there long and as she pushed the cart away, I realized... This was a thing I wanted to try! I loved the idea of being so close to April, and I'd be able to see much better."Pwease!" I pointed at the mannequin who had their Little tied to their chest, facing outward toward the world. That looked so much better than being stuck in a carrier in the cart."Sweetie, do you want to be carried? Hmm... I never really thought about it, it tends to be for Littles smaller than you, you're at the upper end of the range.""Pwease?" I asked again, this was probably the first time I was being denied something because I was too big, it was very frustrating. "Pwetty pwease?""We're not shopping for us, Kimmy," April laughed, but she tossed a box with a carrier harness in the cart anyway, "We're supposed to be shopping for Lisa. Help me find something for her, cutie!""Tanks!" I beamed, sucking loudly on the pacifier and wiggling my toes, which got my feet tickled. The cart went on."...about eleven years now, I think", I overheard a conversation as we approached a section that was showcasing walkers, "Which do you think would be best for Adam?""Let's see, if Adam hasn't walked in eleven years, you'll probably want to start him with this model." A salesman Amazon was helping a couple, a middle-aged Amazon man and his wife, who was holding a Little boy, who sucking on a pacifier and wearing a onesie with an obvious crawler diaper underneath.. something didn't add up. The Little looked younger than me, and I'd never seen a Little younger than their mid-twenties. If that boy had been with them for eleven years, how old was he really?My train of thought was interrupted abruptly by an unwelcome voice."INPUT 12 MONTHS CONFIRMED, STATUS: WALKER", the sound of the RoboNanny sent me into a panic."Oh no, I took a wrong turn. Close your eyes, Kimmy," April said to me as we found ourselves in the RoboNanny aisle."CURRENT SUPPLIES, SIX DAYS REMAINING.""Do you really think our sweetums would be okay in one of these for six days, dear?"I felt myself starting to hyperventilate as April pushed us through the RoboNanny aisle quickly. I clenched my eyes shut and listened to Amazons discuss long-term captivity of their supposedly beloved Littles. I could almost feel the RoboNanny's fingers on my wrists and ankles again, and I started to cry.Soon I was in her arms and we were sitting on an empty endcap, away from the RoboNannies."Oh my poor Kimmy, I'm so sorry," April cursed under her breath, "Why do I have to be so stubborn about diaper bags? You need your bottle and I didn't bring one, I am so sorry."She stroked my hair and rocked me."Please Kimmy, please calm down. Kimmy sweetie, we're getting looks. Be my good girl, please Kimmy."She held me tightly but my feelings were completely out of control, I couldn't seem to calm down. I couldn't stop thinking about the RoboNanny grabbing me and not letting me go!"Kimmy," April pleaded, "please... " April sounded really upset, then she started to sing softly and she whispered to me on a rest, "Sing with me sweetie, share your pretty voice."I hiccupped and sang one of the songs we had been practicing together, and I started to calm down. I could feel April's love pouring over me and I knew I was safe."Good girl, Kimmy," April said, putting my pacifier back between my lips, "Shhh, good girl.""Is everything okay ma'am?" a gruff voice came from overhead."Yes sir, everyting's fine," I heard April say, "I just forgot the diaper bag in the car and she was upset..""Ma'am, I need you and your Little to come with me please," April stood and held me tighter than she ever has at that, "I'll need to see your ID and your Adoption Card.""Everything's okay, she's okay - we're fine...""Ma'am, let's not make this difficult."The man led is back to the back of the store, April slipped my pacifier back into my mouth and I sucked on it furiously. She was scared, I was terrified.. but me freaking out is what got us into this mess and April worked very hard to get me calmed down. We sat down in a small stark white office and April handed some things from her purse to the man. He was scary, he was bigger than April and he had big hands and hairy arms, and a big moustache. He wore a button up shirt and slacks, and he looked like he might not have smiled in his entire life."It says here your Little is ten months, does she speak well?""Yes sir," April nodded, "Kimmy is very well spoken.""I'd like to interview.. Kimmy, is it? Is that okay?"The way that April was squeezing me, I could tell that it was not okay, but she handed me over to the man, who started to carry me away. I panicked and the pacifier fell out of my mouth. "MOMMY! I WANT MY MOMMY!" I screamed before I even realized what I was saying and I was reaching furiously for April."Shh," the big man said as he carried me into a back room and shut the door. He set me in a high chair and buckled me in, but I didn't get a tray. I was petrified at this point, I couldn't move.. "Kimmy," the man sat down in a chair facing me, his face stony. "Does your mommy ever hit you?""No!""Is she ever mean to you? Does she make you feel bad?"Suddenly I realized what was going on, those were the same questions Miss Michelle asked me. I stopped crying and sniffled."Is your mommy mean, Kimmy? You were very upset in the store, I want to know if you're okay. You can talk to me, you're safe.""My mommy is mean," I said, my wheels turning.. Miss Michelle didn't believe me at first when I defended April."What does your mommy do that's mean, Kimmy?""She's mean all the time, are you going to punish her? She makes me eat yucky peas and she won't let me eat ice cream for breakfast, and she wouldn't buy the diapers I wanted! Just now in the store, she said I couldn't have the pink paci because I already had 3! But I don't like the ones at home, I wanted THAT ONE!"The man groaned."Will you tell her she has to buy it for me? She has to! I want it!"The man stuck my pacifier in my mouth and inflated it. I crossed my arms over my chest in "fury" and huffed while he carried me out of the room.April was sobbing alone in the office when he dropped me a bit roughly in her lap."Ma'am, you need to learn how to discipline your Little. Kimmy here is possibly the most spoiled Little girl I've seen in my career, I legitimately thought you were hurting her from that tantrum. If you don't learn better ways to tell her no and control her, she is going to get you both in a lot of trouble. The only reason you're not already is because frankly," he frowned at me, "I feel bad for you. Littles need firm love, you can't give them everything they want or the end up like... " he gestured roughly at me and handed back April's cards, "that."April blushed and sputtered, mumbled something and slipped out of his office. I hugged her tightly as she carried me rapidly to our cart. She buckled me into the carrier, removed it from the cart and hurried to the exit, sadly leaving the body-carrier I had asked for behind.. but I wasn't surprised. As soon as the carrier was snapped back into place safely in the back seat of the car, April wiped her face and looked at me in confusion."What in the world happened in there?" she asked as she removed the pacifier from my mouth."He thought you were hurting me.. I asked a question at LittleGarden that made Miss Michelle think the same thing, they used the exact same words when they talked to me... Miss Michelle didn't believe me when I said that you were wonderful and nice, so I told that man you were mean to me all the time because you wouldn't buy me the things I wanted and made me eat things that I didn't like. I figured if he thought I was just a brat, we could go.""You are a clever Little," April stroked my cheek. I smiled at her. "You.. you called me 'mommy'. Was that part of your idea?""No," I blushed, "I panicked, I thought he was going to take me away from you... I... I don't want to be without you.""Oh Kimmy," April was crying again, but happy tears this time, "I don't want to be without you either."

Part 14 The next few days were wonderful. April introduced me to the ukulele, which is what the tiny guitar was... I felt silly because I knew what a ukulele was, I'd just never seen such a tiny instrument be so big before. She had a smaller version for me, but it was still quite large, almost the size of a standard guitar for me back home. We spent the days playing music, she taught me chords and we sang songs. Otherwise, I mostly stayed quiet, I kept myself to one word replies and I nodded or shook my head where that would do. The days were fun, the meals were simple, but at night I slept in the crib and I felt alone. Music wasn't all we did, but we did a lot of it and I was feeling pretty comfortable with the instrument after three days... I couldn't make sounds anywhere near as beautiful as April, but I was happy. We had something special to share, just she and I. I imagined most Littles didn't get to learn a musical instrument, and I took great solace in the fact that April had not decided the best course of action was to pretend to be something she wasn't... a standard Amazon "mother". In my alone times when April was busy, I was often in the playpen or the bouncer - I thought about Miss Michelle and Lisa, I hadn't seen anyone but April since that last day at the LittleGarden. Not that that was a bad thing, but I wondered how they were doing.On the evening of the fourth day, I found myself sitting on the floor, finally unconfined and finishing up my carousel... I was coloring it in. I was being meticulous. The dot-to-dot was incredibly detailed, when I was done it had turned out to be eight hundred dots, and I was determined to make it a masterpiece. I wasn't particularly artistically inclined, I had some fun with watercolor painting back home, but it wasn't like I had any other skills I needed to hone here, so I decided I was going to devote my free time and effort to art, one drawing at a time. They say you can become professional-level at anything if you put 10,000 hours into it and I knew that to be true from my computer programming work back home. I was really good because I devoted all of my time to it. Not that it would be of any use here, my main skills to remember here were being cheerful, talking in small sentences and timing my bladder and bowels for maximum comfort. I couldn't play with the ukulele unless April was playing too, so this was something else to do when she was busy, and it felt really good to build up two different creative skills."Make sure your tongue is at the perfect angle while you color, sweetie," April laughed as she passed by me. I realized I was sticking my tongue out of the corner of my mouth in concentration, it was an old habit. I laughed and popped the pacifier that was clipped to my shortalls in my mouth. I liked these shortalls, they had a big pocket on the front and flower embroidery around the legs. April dressed me mostly in what could be considered "childish" clothing rather than "babyish" clothing and I was very grateful. I had a yellow t-shirt on underneath with fairies dancing on it, and my daytime diaper was clean and dry. Today was a good day so far. Things were mostly back to normal, but I know that April was still trying to find some way to "socialize" me. She spent a little bit of time on the phone each day, looking for an activity for me to join so I could bond with some Littles. I know she had been on the phone with a tumbling place and a ballet class.. I really, really didn't want to do ballet. I shuddered at the thought of waddling around on a stage with a diaper bulge under a tutu while Amazons cooed at me.My thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing."Coming!" April called, when she opened the door she sounded very happy, "Lisa! It's so good to see.. OH MY GOODNESS IS THAT... " April cut off in a squeal of glee.I got up and walked over to the door to see what was going on. I peered around April's leg, she had her arms wrapped around Lisa, who had one arm around April.. the other hand was full. She was holding the hand of a Little! A Little girl with long brown hair with a big blue bow on top... she had big, pretty grey eyes and was sucking on a blue pacifier. She was wearing an Alice-in-Wonderland looking blue dress with the gauzy apron and everything, but it was very short and a very thick nighttime diaper poked out from underneath, covered by a pair of white tights. She had on shiny black shoes.. her expression was nervous, but not upset. She was pretty.. and taller than me by about 4-5 inches."Come in, come in!" April pulled Lisa inside and closed the door, then crouched down next to the new girl, "And who is this angel?""Mewanee," the girl said softly and quietly... and she curtsied!"OH My Goodness, that is so cute, Lisa," but April suddenly had a concerned look in her eye, "but did you...""Did I what?""I know I said I wouldn't tell you what to do with your own Little, Lisa.. but did you get her reprogrammed? You can't have had her very long...""What?" Lisa laughed, "No! No no, goodness no. Although I totally understand why you'd think that, is Kimmy okay? I read all those books you gave me.""She's fine," April said as she stood up and faced Lisa, "How long have you had a Little?""I honestly didn't plan on getting one so quickly, I just went down to register at the adoption office.. Melanie practically fell into my lap, we've been inseparable for the past week. I would have told you sooner, but we had to go through a quarantine. You have no idea how lucky I got, she's perfect for me!""Perfect for you?" April looked a little skeptical, "You're not exactly a girly-girl, Lisa.""I know, I know!" Lisa laughed, "I'll tell you all about it over a cup of coffee, but first let's introduce our girls!"Melanie had been glancing around the house while the Amazons talked, she seemed unsure of herself, but that was pretty understandable. If she'd only been here a week, she probably wasn't even used to being stuck in diapers yet and it looked like Lisa was keeping her in thick ones. I wasn't terribly surprised, seeing as how it was Lisa who wanted to see me in those awful tattletale diapers in the first place. I felt so bad for poor Melanie already. The Amazons looked down at us, I was practically hiding behind April's leg."Kimmy," April said, "introduce yourself to our guest." She was watching me closely since we hadn't made any progress on the "socializing" front. I thought hard for a moment about what the correct "Little" way to do this was."Um," I peered out from April's leg, "nice to meet you Melanie. My name is Kimmy, would you like to come color with me?""Awwwww," the Amazons melted at me, which made me blush."Hewwo Kimmy," Melanie said around her pacifier, still very quietly. I wondered if Lisa allowed her to take it out, "yes pwease."I started to walk back over to my activity book.. I wasn't going to let Melanie color on my carousel, but we could start a new picture together. I didn't make it very far before I was scooped up, however."Not so fast, Kimmy," April plopped me down in the playpen and pulled it over so she'd have a better view of it from the kitchen, "I don't want you and Melanie coloring alone just yet. I haven't seen my best friend in a week, we're going to go catch up while you play with her new Little in your playpen. I'm watching you, I expect you to be nice."I nodded and waited while Lisa lowered Melanie into the playpen too. I'd never had another Little in my playpen, or in this house.. I wasn't sure what to do. The Amazons dropped some toys in the playpen and I snatched Harry Otter quickly. Melanie just sat there quietly while April and Lisa went into the kitchen."Um, I like your dress," I said cautiously to Melanie. "Can you take out the pacifier so we can talk? Or is it stuck?"She took out the pacifier and let it dangle by its clip from her dress. Her legs were splayed wide from her thick diaper, she looked really nervous. Was she afraid of me?"So.. you've been with Lisa a week. She can be pretty fun.. has she been nice to you?""My mommy is a very nice lady... " Melanie said softly, but she was looking down at the ground."Are you scared, Melanie? I won't be mean to you, and April is a nice Amazon, you're safe here. Are you embarrassed about your diapers?"Melanie nodded and blushed seven shades of red. I pulled the leg of my shortalls to one side and showed Melanie my diaper, as best I could."It's okay, I have to wear diapers too, all Littles do. That's what they call people where we're from. We're so much smaller than they are, we're practically children to them. It's not so bad, you got a nice one - Lisa is my friend. Well, she's April's best friend but she's my friend too. None of us want to wear diapers, it's just the way it is. If it makes you feel better, mine is wet right now."Melanie mumbled something, still looking down. I couldn't tell what she was saying."Do you... do you miss where we came from?"Melanie looked up at me, her eyes a little glossy with tears, and I felt stupid. I shouldn't have said anything, it's so hard when you first get here."No," she said firmly, the loudest word she'd said yet. There was something off about her voice, "I like it here, I like my mommy. She's nice to me."Something wasn't right.. I was getting a very weird vibe from Melanie and I couldn't put my finger on what it was."Oh, I like April too, she's nice to me.. but I still miss my home. I miss cheeseburgers and drinks at the bar with the girls, y'know?"Ugh, why was talking to Littles so hard? Talking with people was never this hard back home. I thought hard about what April would want me to do, and I offered Harry Otter to Melanie."Melanie, I want to share with you. This is Harry Otter, he's my favorite toy, he makes me happy.""Harry Otter," Melanie laughed.. her laugh wasn't quite right either, there was something strange there, she took Harry from my offering hands and hugged him. "Thank you, Kimmy. You're real nice."My eyes were drawn to Melanie's throat... I saw a hint of an adam's apple bob."You're a boy!" I shouted, figuring out what seemed off. As soon as I said that, Melanie burst into tears, sobbing like I'd punched her in the face. Lisa came tearing through the door faster than I'd ever seen an Amazon move and swept Melanie up. I stared as Lisa sat down on the couch with Melanie and within moments, Melanie was latched on to Lisa's breast and was suckling away."Kimmy!" April towered over the playpen, "What did you do to poor Melanie?""I didn't do anything honest!" I pleaded, "I even shared Harry Otter!""Then why was Melanie crying like that?""I don't know, I.. um, I.. April, Melanie is a boy.""And why do you think Melanie would cry when you said that?" April had her hands on her hips, "How would you feel if someone said that to you?""Oh no," my body flooded with guilt and I stood at the edge of the playpen nearest Melanie, "Mellie, I'm so sorry.. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings! You're so pretty! Lisa, Lisa.. I'm sorry I was mean to Mellie."Lisa was talking softly to Melanie and stroking her hair, I couldn't tell what she was saying. April picked me up and I watched them. Lisa unlatched Melanie, who was calmer now and held her tight. April sat down next to Lisa, and soon Melanie and I were side by side, two diapered adults sitting in the laps of giants. I felt terrible for making her cry."Mommy says that the doctor is going to fix my voice and my adam's apple in two weeks," Melanie said softly, "I hate them. They make me feel ugly. I don't want anyone to see me before they're fixed.""Were you.. were you transgender before you came here?" I asked cautiously, not wanting to upset her again. Transgender people existed in my world, they had a hard time.. I knew a couple and was pretty good friends with one. It never even occurred to me to wonder how a trans person would handle being brought here. Melanie nodded, not looking at me. "I'm very sorry that I said that, Melanie.. you're so pretty, I couldn't figure out why you were being so quiet.""Mellie was afraid you wouldn't like her, Kimmy," Lisa said, stroking her Little's hair, "I told her all about you and how sweet you were. Melanie did not have an easy time in her world, she needs a lot of love now that she's here. Melanie is my baby girl and I love her no matter what her voice sounds like.""I love you, mommy," Melanie smiled up at Lisa. I felt a pang at how quickly and effortlessly Melanie and Lisa connected, I felt rotten that April and I had the rough patches we did. Melanie seemed to be a better Little than me..."Kimmy," Lisa said to me, "you get to pick the Littles' dinner. One of you will have a jar of baby food - peaches, and one of you will have a peanut butter sandwich. You get to pick, who is getting what?""Are you sure you want to do this?" April asked Lisa, "I know I said it was okay, but that was before Melanie got her feelings hurt."Melanie looked nervous, I felt on the spot... like I was in a test."I think it's okay, honestly.. I think this is good for both of them," Lisa continued, "Well Kimmy, what will it be?"I felt torn. The sandwiches were my favorite food here, getting one for dinner would be a treat, they were usually a lunchtime food. I really, really didn't want to eat baby food, but it felt really wrong to doom poor Melanie to that. I had avoided baby food this whole time and Lisa already knew how much I hated blended food. Was this a test to see how nice I would be to her new Little?I looked from April to Lisa to Melanie, trying to decide...