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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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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…”

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

What is wrong with traveling. She is famous for traveling by train whenever possible, the least carbon intensive way possible. I see this all the time, "you are protesting the wrong way." It's a really easy way to dismiss the argument without ever having to even consider it. So THAT is what you meant when you implied that she would poison polar bears! Clearly I am not smart enough to understand that this is a stand in for potential childhood exploitation and capitalizing on fame! I am sorry. I was not smart enough to see it! I've think I have finally figured ot why I found this entire thread abhorrent from start to finish. The very premise of looking for diapers on public figures strikes me with the same energy as people looking at "Trans watch" conspiracies. Why does it matter? What do you gain? Why is it your business? Furthermore if she is wearing a diaper now what? If she needs it medically you're a dick for making fun of a disabled person, if she is using it as a tool, you're a dick for wishing that people should suffer, and last but not least, hypothetically she is an abdl going into a stressful situation and it is comforting. I would HOPE that a bunch of people on an abdl forum could muster the tiniest bit of empathy. I have been disappointed. I'll stick to my original statement.

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

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

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.

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

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

Chapter 4 : A Date?!!! Rather than just flat out tell you, you are just going to have to wait for me to get to that part of the story. Don’t worry, my JJ Little besties. Good things are worth waiting for. After my shower, I noticed that my sister wasn’t out of the bathroom yet. Out of curiosity, I approached the other bathroom. I had my hair tied into a ponytail. No braids. Nothing special. Just my hair in a hair tie. I knocked on the door. “Enter…” my sister said, granting me permission. I noticed that my sister was all dressed, but she was working on her hair. She was finishing braiding her hair into two dutch pigtails. They both hung down the back of her head, making her look extra cute. I could also smell the perfume that she already sprayed on herself. “What’s the occasion?” I asked her, realizing that I already knew the answer. Jen finished her braids and looked at me. “What’s the occasion, Jill? I’m going over to Joey’s house and we’re going to go on a date…” I let out a sad sigh and looked at my sister. “I know that Joey is awesome and everything, but do you have to go on a date today?” Jen nodded. “Yes Jill. Since I picked you up, this has been the longest time since I have dated Joey. Before I picked you up, we saw each other almost every night! Well, we always see each other at work, but that’s different…” What a way to make me feel miserable again, Jen! What’s this about Joey introducing me to his friends? I guess I’ll be all by my lonesome here today. Thanks sis for not caring… But my sister maintained her smile. “Jill, I want you to do something productive while I’m gone. You can have fun and play more video games, but just do something worthwhile, okay?” I was almost in tears. She has her boyfriend. What about me? “Okay,” I said, trying not to bawl my eyes out. Oh, there goes a few tears! But my sister just kept smiling. “I’ll be back later…” she told me. “Have fun!” She grabbed her purse and made her way towards the exit of the apartment. Yeah. I’ll have fun. Being here all by myself…Thanks AGAIN, sis! About 20 minutes later, I heard the “Shallow” song playing again. What does my sister want?! “Yeah…” I said, sounding a little annoyed. “Jill? I just realized that we’re out of Special K Red Berries. Do you think that you can go to the store and get some? I know that you don’t like that cereal, but get something you like while you’re out!” “I will!” I said, smiling. I still had $79.87 after buying the diapers yesterday. So yeah! I’ll get my cereal and her’s at the same time! “Thanks Jill!” she told me. “Have fun!” I smirked when she told me that. Since when is going on a trip to the grocery store FUN? “I will…” I told her. “Bye.” I hung up and got my purse. I got the key fob to the 2012 Chevy Impala and left the apartment. I got to the parking deck and entered the car. For being 11 years old, it still ran pretty well. Jen really took good care of this car! I put the directions in Google maps to the nearest grocery store, and it gave me Trader Joe’s on Arch Street. The directions took me down 15th Street, around South Penn Square past the Philadelphia City Hall, turned onto East Penn Square, Juniper Street, and then finally onto Arch Street. I parallel parked and got out. I entered Trader Joes and grabbed a shopping cart. Knowing what I wanted, I went right to the cereal aisle. I saw my sister’s cereal and put three boxes into the cart. More importantly, I saw my cereal, Golden Grahams. I put three boxes of Golden Grahams into the cart. “Buying some cereal?” A voice called from behind me, which startled me. When I saw who it was, I gasped. Yeah, it’s him. It’s Gary! What is he doing here? Does he need cereal too? I saw him standing there with neatly combed hair, a clean shaven face, and a red short sleeve polo shirt with a pair of jeans. I then smelled something that gave off a pleasant scent. Is that…cologne? I looked at him, both scared and flabbergasted. I didn’t know what to say! I was so shy… “Nice cereal!” he said, looking inside my shopping cart. “Golden Grahams? I love Golden Grahams! I’m down to my last box, and I like to have spares in the house…” I nodded as I gazed into Gary’s beautiful eyes. “S-spares? Yeah!” My heart rate increased and my face grew red. “I like…Golden Grahams…too….” Gary looked at me and smiled. “Hey. I can tell that you’re a little uncomfortable. So is this your tactic? Are you going to scare me away after that?” I laughed. “Scare YOU away? Who told you this? Joey?” Gary nodded. “Yeah. To be honest, I’m not that good with girls. When I work with my clients, it’s different. It’s strictly business. But with someone like you, yeah. It’s not always easy…” I looked at Gary’s empty cart. “Sooooo…Are you going to get some Golden Grahams too?” Gary nodded. “I like shopping at this Trader Joes! I’ll get four boxes of Golden Grahams. That should keep me plenty stocked…” He then fixed his gaze on me. “J-Jill?” “Yeah?” I said, my heart skipping a beat. Gary grinned, and then continued speaking. “Would you…like to…go on a date with me? I would like to get to know you. Plus, we can go to my place and I can show you my video games! It seemed like you really enjoyed Mario Kart 8 Deluxe the other night!” I nodded. “Yeah!” Gary offered his hand to mine. “So Jill, do we have a date?” My face grew red and I nodded. “Yeah! It’s a date Gary!” Gary grinned, like he just won the lottery. “Well, we can finish shopping, and then I’ll let you drop the groceries off at your sister’s apartment. “My apartment too!” I corrected him. “My sister added me to the co-lease!” “She did?” He gasped. “My mistake. We’ll drop the groceries off at you and your sister’s…um…the Jenners Twins apartment!” I continued shopping with Gary, and watched what he put in his cart. He seemed to like a lot of the food that I did! We each bought pizza rolls, 2% milk, and Sriracha. I bought a few other odds and ends that I needed as well. Gary bought a few desserts. Some Little Debbie snacks and some glazed chocolate doughnuts in the bakery. Then he did something at the checkout that freaked me out. He PAID for my groceries! “What?!” I gasped. “You’re buying them?” Gary nodded. “Sure Jill! I’m treating my lady today. I got this!” Gary got out his credit card and swiped it. He did this for my groceries and his. Wow. I never had a guy pay for my groceries before… After that, I drove back to the parking deck, Gary following me. Since he doesn’t usually park there, he did what he did last weekend and paid for his parking. I didn’t have to because of the annual pass. There were plenty of vacant spots so I pulled in one. Gary pulled right next to me. I glanced at Gary’s car. It was a Black Lexus LS, and it looked expensive. I walked up to Gary’s car and he rolled down the window. “Yes?” “So that car is a Lexus?” I asked him. Gary nodded. “Yup! A Lexus LS Sedan with the full trim package! Every option is on this thing. I love it. Well? You can go in and take care of your groceries.” I had a better idea. “Um Gary?” I told him. “That’s not being courteous to a lady…Would you like to help me with the groceries?” Gary’s face grew red. “Um, sorry. Let me help you with that…” I nodded as I glanced at Gary’s face. He must not really date, so I’ll give him a pass. I guess I’ve never dated either so we’re even. I grabbed a few groceries and he grabbed the rest. He followed me to Metro City Apartments and we took the elevator to the 22nd floor. I got out the app on my cell phone and unlocked 2202 and we both entered. I nodded and motioned him to wait by the door. “I got this,” I told him. “You don’t know where everything goes. Having been with my sister for a week, I kind of know this. I can put them away.” Gary nodded, and let me put all the groceries away where they belong. I put the six boxes of cereal in the cupboard. I put the 2% milk in the fridge and I placed the Sriracha in another cupboard that had things for cooking. I then acted like I had to go to the bathroom, so I entered my sister’s bathroom. I really did have to go, so I went first. After that, I sprayed some of my sister’s perfume on my face. If Gary’s going to smell nice, I’m going to smell nice for him! I wish I could’ve braided my hair. I don’t want to keep him waiting, so I’ll save that for another time… I walked over towards the entrance of the apartment, where Gary was waiting. When he saw me with my keys, he shook his head. “No Jill.” He told me. “I’m driving you today. I’m taking my date out for lunch and then back to my place. How does that sound?” I smiled. “Sounds good, Gary!” Gary offered me his hand and I grabbed it. We both walked out of the apartment and back to the parking deck. We entered his luxurious Lexus LS and I closed the door. Wow. It reminds me of my sister’s Mercedes-Benz… Gary started up his car and the speakers blared a familiar song. Is this…Muse? “Muse!” I shouted. “You listen to Muse too?” Gary nodded. “Yeah. I also like Lo-Fi, video game soundtracks, and some dub-step. How about some Taco Bell? Do you like crunchwraps?” I gasped. I get those all the time! “Yeah!” I shouted. “I like your taste in food!” Gary grinned. “Yeah. I eat this stuff all the time. We’ll pick it up on the way home.” And that is what we did. Gary drove me out of downtown Philadelphia and out to a nice suburb called Devon. We stopped at a Taco Bell at King of Prussia before entering Devon. He got us each two crunchwraps with a couple of Cheesy Gordita Crunches in case we were hungry later. He pulled down the street and entered the driveway. Gary pressed a button and he pulled the car into the garage of his house. Gary has a whole house? And he has a yard, too! This is a nice area. Gary turned off the car and we looked at each other. I could tell that I was going to enjoy my date with Gary today. And from what I saw on Gary’s face, it looked like he was going to enjoy this day as well. I helped Gary take all of his groceries into the house. Along with all the groceries, he carried the Taco Bell that he ordered for all of us. He put all of his groceries away and he got a couple plates out of the cupboard and we started eating our two crunchwraps. We of course made sure that we didn’t forget the Fire and Diablo sauces. Those crunchwraps were sooooo good and they really hit the spot! “So…” Gary said, after letting out a light burp. “So, uuuuurp?” I said, laughing, imitating Gary’s burp. This made Gary and I laugh even harder. After recovering from the laughter, Gary grinned. “So, would you like to play some retro video games? I have a bunch of old ones that came out before we were even born!” I gasped. How old are these games? I don’t know much about video games, so all this was still new to me. Gary took a couple of cans of Mountain Dew out of the fridge and handed me one. I LOVE Mountain Dew! How much more similar can we be? This keeps getting better and better…I happily grabbed the can of Mountain Dew and snapped the drink open. I take a few sips of this awesome soda. It was icy cold! I followed Gary into the living room, where I saw an awesome TV with speakers and what looked like different video games in different wooden cabinets. “This is my home entertainment system.” Gary explained to me. “It has surround sound speakers and a lot of my older video game consoles are set up here.” Gary pointed to a video game console that was grey colored. “That NES was my dad’s. He gave it to me when I moved out. Believe it or not, it still works!” I smiled. “So that old grey box plays video games?” Gary nodded. “Yup! I love retro games and have played them a lot. Believe it or not, this is all they had back then. That, and Atari. Plus the numerous other failed consoles that flooded the video game market in the 1980’s…” I quietly nodded and watched Gary turn his big Ultra HD TV on. He turned the channel to channel 3 and pressed the power button on the NES video game console. I then saw the title screen and a black flash. A title screen and a black flash. “What’s wrong?” I said with a frown. Gary pressed the power button and opened the hatch. He pressed down on the big plastic thing and then pulled it out. “You have to blow on it to make it work. That’s what my dad used to tell me…” Gary blew on the circuitry on the inside of the plastic thing and stuck it back inside the NES. He pressed it in and pushed it down. He then closed the hatch and pressed the power button. The title screen was showing this time without the black flash! “Super Mario Bros.?” I said, gasping. “The graphics look HORRIBLE compared to what I played last week!” Gary laughed. “Jill, this is what they had in the 1980’s. They didn’t have the state-of-the-art graphics of Mario Kart 8 Deluxe! Consider earlier inventions. Every single one had a humble beginning…” I nodded. “Fair enough. So, how do I play?” Gary gave me a controller that was attached by a cord to the NES. “That directional pad lets you move left and right. Pressing down on the pad will let you crouch. Press B while moving left or right to run. The A button lets you jump. The start button lets you pause and unpause the game. The select button is only used on the title screen, for selecting between 1 player or 2 players. We will be playing a 2 player game. You will be Mario, and I will be Luigi, okay?” I nodded, feeling a little unsure of how to play this old video game. Gary selected 2 players and gave me the controller. “Press Start.” He told me. I pressed start and I was in WORLD 1-1. I pressed down on the right side of the directional pad. I saw this little guy coming towards me. “Jump!” Gary shouted. It was too late. Mario jumped into the air and fell off the screen. “Oh no!” I shouted. “Mario died!” Gary grinned. “But you still have 2 more lives. Here. I will show you what you need to do to dodge that goomba.” “Goomba?” I said in confusion. “It’s that creature that killed your Mario.” He said. He took his controller and ran towards the goomba. He then skillfully jumped over the goomba effortlessly. To my surprise, he ran directly into the goomba! “Why did you do that?” I asked him. “I want you to learn this game at your pace.” Gary told me. “If I would have played at my full skill level, I would have beat this entire game before you could even get another turn. Now, don’t forget to jump over the goomba!” I tried again with Mario and began to jump over the goomba. But instead of jumping over it, I jumped on it and flattened the goomba. “I squished the goomba!” I said, smiling. Gary then instructed me to hit the ? Block. I did this and a mushroom came out. I got the mushroom and my Mario doubled in size! I then tried hitting the bricks. They shattered apart! I continued through the level, finding these walking turtles that Gary called koopa troopas. I then hit a ? Block and got a flower. I collected the flower and my Mario changed to a light tan. Gary told me to press B. I was shooting fireballs! I then hit one of the bricks and got a star, which made my Mario flash! Gary told me to run into the goombas and koopa troopas and they all died as I did this. So as long as Mario is flashing, I can kill enemies? Mario stopped flashing and I finished the level. I ended up dying in WORLD 1-2. I couldn’t make a jump and I fell off a cliff. “Mario only has one life left!” I said frowning. Gary nodded. “Collect the coins! 100 of them will get you another life!” Gary skillfully ran Luigi through the level, collecting everything, getting what he called the “fire flower” and the “Starman”. Gary then progressed through 1-2 and died on purpose where I did. We played Super Mario Bros. for a couple more hours. I got a few Game Overs, but Gary was very patient with me. He never exceeded the point I got to and let me practice. I learned how to run and jump better and managed to get to 5-4 before I died. At this, we finally decided to stop playing and take a break to eat the rest of our Taco Bell. After finishing our Cheesy Gordita Crunches (With fire sauces of course! We were out of Diablo…), I just looked at Gary and he looked at me. I got closer to him and gave him a hug. “Is it okay…If I hug you?” I asked him. Gary nodded. “It’s fine, Jill. I’ve never been hugged by a woman like this before. Yeah, Joey tells me of all the fun times that he has with your sister, but having no girlfriend myself, I always felt left out…” I smiled as my face was now near Gary’s. “But now you have me…” I told him, feeling lovestruck. Since I couldn’t resist, I gave him a tender kiss on the cheek. “Thanks Jill…” He gave me a soft kiss back on the cheek. “Hey. Just to let you know, the clothes stay on. I don’t want any sexual relations with you unless we get married, okay?” I nodded. “To be honest Gary, I don’t feel comfortable doing that right now. I mean, I hardly know you! I really like you,, but let’s keep getting to know each other, okay?” Gary nodded. “Okay!” He glanced at the NES. “It was really fun showing you how to play Super Mario Bros. Now, if you want to play that on your own, you can. Your sister has Nintendo Switch Online! All you need to do is go to the Nintendo Entertainment System…” I gasped. “I remember seeing that on the home menu!” “Yup!” Gary told me. “If you select that, you will be able to pick from a library of NES games. Don’t worry. Every title will load the first time. No blowing on the cartridge required!” I laughed. “Okay! I’m going to have to get good to get past WORLD 5-4…” Gary nodded. “The virtual console version of NES games are a little easier, Jill. You can press the ZL and ZR buttons. These are the back two buttons on the Switch Pro Controller. This will open the suspend menu and let you create a new save state or load an older one. You can also rewind gameplay by pressing ZL while you’re playing! This should greatly help you practice…” I smiled. “Wow! I can REWIND gameplay? So if I die, I can go back before I died? Man! That’s going to make things a LOT easier! Thanks for the tip, Gary!” “Anytime Jilly Jill!” I smiled. “Jilly Jill! It’s okay! I like the cute nickname…” Gary looked at his cellphone. “6:45! I start my stream in 15 minutes!” I looked at him weird. “What is a stream?” Gary took me by the hand and guided me upstairs. “Come up here and I’ll show you!” I followed Gary upstairs to his bedroom, which had a nice computer set up with his Nintendo Switch nearby. He had a laptop with a second monitor that was more than 30 inches! I also saw his Nintendo Switch setting underneath the TV. Gary turned on the lights to his room and showed me a website called Twitch. “Jill, this is where I run my streaming channel called GaretheBear. I have different emotes and incentives people can get if they subscribe to my channel!” I smile. This all sounds very awesome. But I wanted to clarify something. “Soooo…” I began. “Does that mean that you get paid for people to watch you play video games?” “Yeah!” He told me. “It doesn’t pay a lot. I still run my accounting business during the week. This is a side hustle. A hobby…” I nodded as I saw Gary getting his microphone and round thing set up near the microphone. “What’s that?” “That?” Gary said, pointing to the thing I asked about. “That’s a pop filter. It reduces noise so you don’t hear my breathing in the microphone. It also keeps my microphone clean. You’ll see when I get this started. GaretheBear has 200 subscribers and just over 3,000 followers. It’s very chill. Only good vibes are allowed. I don’t swear. I try to keep it family friendly. And above it all, my streaming community is awesome! We chat on Discord after. It’s a blast…” I remained quiet as I saw Gary continue to set things up for his stream. When 7:00 came, he clicked the broadcast button and loaded a video that kept repeating the same music. “That’s my intro screen…” Gary told me. “I keep it on that screen until I’m ready to go live. I’m going to get some water, and we can get started.” “Wait!” I shouted. “What are you going to play?” Gary grinned. “What else? The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom! That game has been out just over a month! We usually talk for about 20 minutes and then we get started. Sometimes it’s 30 minutes. It all depends on the conversation. Now I’m going to get my water. Be right back!” I watched the loading screen and what looked like a chat room. I’m guessing that all this chatting was Gary’s “audience”. It reminded me of YouTube only this was live. Moments later, Gary came back with his water. “Do you want to be on the stream?” he asked me. “You don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable. You can just watch!” I shook my head. “I’ll just watch.” And that’s just what I did. For the next four hours, Gary did his GaretheBear stream. He spent his first almost 40 minutes talking to his streaming “audience”. I kept hearing video game music and graphics showing up, which Gary announced as either a new follower or a new Subscriber. When Gary was actually playing Tears of the Kingdom, something happened that he called a “raid”. What is that? I’ll have to ask him when he’s done with the stream. From this “raid”, I heard the follower and subscriber announcements for the next 10 minutes. After that, everything died down. Gary was just going around this large outside area, using a parachute a lot and freezing time every time he shot his bow in the air. His skill was amazing. I didn’t see him die once. He listened to his chat whenever they suggested something useful for him. Surprisingly, he didn’t take a break once! He also entered these small buildings called “shrines” which looked a lot bigger on the inside. They had puzzles, which looked a lot of fun. He then collected these orbs at the end. He collected at least eight of them during his stream, which he traded for a heart and something called a stamina vessel. After four hours, he ended the stream and went off the air. That’s when I look at him with my most important question. “Gary,” I asked him. “What’s a raid?” Gary laughed. “Oh, a raid? A raid is where a bunch of followers and subs from another streamer goes to my stream and invades it. They usually have a special message that the other streamer has prepared. I didn’t do it this stream, but I usually have a countermeasures video used to welcome my fellow raiders. Tonight was crazy. I got 50 new subscribers from just that raid alone! And another 100 followers!” Gary got a few external hard drives, along with a adapter and gave them to me. “Here. If you want to start your own stream, I can help you with that. I can come over tomorrow and we can set up your streaming channel. How would you like that? You get to choose the name!” “Hmm…” I said grinning. “I don’t have a name yet! I’ll let you know when I do…” Gary grinned and looked at the cell phone. “I need to get you home! I’ll come over tomorrow. It will probably be the early afternoon, okay Jill!” I nodded, as we made our way to Gary’s Lexus. I entered it and Gary drove me home, with the adapter and the two external hard drives, which he told me each held 1 Terabyte. We had a wonderful discussion on the way home regarding his stream tonight and the fun I had with Super Mario Bros. I was starting to love video games and I wanted to learn everything about them. More importantly, I loved Gary! I can’t believe how much progress I made! This morning, I was too shy to even talk to him! Now, he can’t shut me up! I romantically sighed as I happily stared at Gary. About a half hour later, Gary was in downtown Philadelphia and he took me up to the parking deck. As I got out of his car, Gary opened the door and kissed me good night. I waved goodbye to him as I walked towards Metro City Apartments… I opened the door to 2202 and saw that my twin sister Jen was already home. She had the biggest smile on her face. “So…” she said, looking at me. “Did you have fun?” I stared at my sister, dumbfounded. “Wait…” I said, gasping. “Did you set this up?” My sister laughed. “Yes. We did. Both me and Joey. Joey needed a way to set you and Gary up on a blind date. Gary kind of knew about this plan already. He just didn’t know when Joey was going to do this. We all had this planned since the day after we ate with Joey at the Capital Grille the night before. We decided on this Saturday, since Gary wanted to see you first last week before he decided to date you. Did you have fun with Gary, Jill?” I grinned. “Did I have FUN? Oh Jen, I had so much fun with him. You will not believe how much we have in common! Well, except for him knowing everything about video games. We like the same food. The same cereal and even the same fast food!” Jen nodded. “Yes. That was something that Joey and I discussed regarding you. Joey’s concern was that Gary’s taste in food was different than mine and his. Since I knew how much you loved junk food, it made Gary a much easier option than Mark…” I sighed when I heard the name Mark. “Yeah. I didn’t seem very drawn to Mark last week. Gary was so funny today. He had me laughing sooooooooo much…” Jen grinned. “Well, Joey and I had fun too today. We did have a nice lunch at a café. After that, I drove to his place and I watched him play Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom. I kept telling him where to go in the game, even though I had no idea what was going on. It was fun. Finally, he let me play for a little bit. I wasn’t that good, so I gave it back to him. I’m so glad that you had fun with Gary today…” I looked at the clock. 12:15 a.m.! “We should be going to bed…” Jen nodded. “We can do that after we change the…wait. We don’t need to do that! You bought those diapers!” That’s when it hit me. I had so much fun with Gary today that I totally forgot that I had to wear diapers to bed. “Oh man…” I sighed. Jen grinned. “Well Jill, would you rather wake up with wet sheets and pajamas, or just a wet diaper? And it’s really not all that wet for the most part, since the SAP powders gel up in the core and wick all the moisture away from your skin…” I scowled. “Enough. I don’t need another science lesson on how diapers work. Good night, Jen…” Jen hugged me and nodded. “Sorry about dwelling on the subject. Just trying to help! Good night, Jill…” I did my routines and grabbed my cup of cold water. Before I got into bed, I pulled off my pajama bottoms and underwear. I then did my third routine that I hated the most: The diapering routine. I diapered myself and pulled my pajama bottoms back up. I drank my cup of cold water. Minutes later, I fell asleep, romantically thinking about Gary…

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

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

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

I Second what @spark says! I am disabled, and through school, I had an IEP that basically laid out things that I was supposed to do, and it also laid out what the school was to do to help me succeed. They would always have us use "passes" to go places, and that also means when you use the bathroom. They would INSIST that the pass be returned by the person who used the pass last, and we used to get in trouble if we went without that stupid bathroom pass. I also agree that students are usually on the run from about 5AM in the morning until maybe 10PM at night. Throughout the day, they have to get ready for school, and try to eat something, and then go through 7 HOURS or more of school, then do work or practice, then homework, and then it repeats. You basically are busy from early morning to late night, and that is a challenge in and of itself. Most students that attend school want to follow the rules, and they want to be able to do the things that their peers do, like their peers do it, but sometimes that is not possible: because of the limitations they face, and even with those limitations, I try to do what i CAN do, and NOT worry about what I CAN'T do: The problem I had in school was that I was WAY behind because of having to understand things that the same pace as my peers, and most times I was trying to make my mark on the wall, but some fool would ERASE the mark, and that made me have to redo and relearn everything at least twice. It is hard work to get through the school day, but even harder when you have to do things over and over, or when you just don't get it, and you lose your cool: I've done it myself, and I can tell you it is awful to have that happen, and have people laugh because you don't understand, or THEY don't understand why you don't understand. That's what makes school harder for those who have challenges: but, you learn ways to cope, and I am very fortunate to have friends that helped me, and I am grateful for that As @sparksays, there is not enough time between classes to be able to even GET to the next class, let alone the time to be able to use the bathroom. I figure if a kid is not responsible enough to be able to move about the building and USE the facilities or be TRUSTED that he will be where he is supposed to be when he is IN the building, than he should have to deal with the consequences of those misdeeds. This should NOT take rights away from students to use the restrooms or any other place in the school. Appropriate sanctions can be fashioned so that you are NOT taking rights away - Everyone needs the bathroom. and as spark says, he will go to the restroom for a breather, and it does NOT matter whether you are Students, Staff, or Faculty: They all need the bathroom! What they should not do is to control when a kid can use the bathroom. Schools that would do things like putting up locking gates, or anything placed there to stop the use of that bathroom are, in my mind, VIOLATING the Law! You cannot deny children (or adults) the right to the bathroom, and you cannot ignore when someone needs the bathroom when you are teaching: The ADA protects the disabled, and I am quite sure that in America, NO ONE can do this to a student. Also, being a former IEP student, I know that you basically can add/change/delete things to your IEP after a meeting with those on your team, and your parents and teachers. I am not sure what other countries laws and rules and regulations say, but I would LOVE to take these rule making people, and MAKE THEM have to do a whole day without using the bathroom once. I'd go one better to have them use a wheelchair like I do, and live a month in it, and use the bathroom with aides and help, and/or use diapers during that month: IF these rule makers could NOT use the bathroom at times it may be needed, and they were inconvenienced because they had to use the bathroom and couldn't and used a diaper instead, they'd understand that you CANNOT deny that we have to use the bathroom. I taught that lesson to a couple friends when I had to be in a wheelchair, and they were saying how "cool it was to be able to ride in a chair, and all this....." I reminded them that I have friends that have to use chairs, and they need assistance in bathing/toileting/dressing,etc. When I said that they wore diapers, they QUICKLY change their tune, and they then understood that others have challenges too. My Point: when you are disabled, and have mobility challenges, you have to do things with your classmate and friends: When you have to worry about a stupid PASS to return BEFORE you can use the bathroom, it adds an UNNECESSARY step to the process. It became a problem when I had to RUN to the bathroom many times WITHOUT the pass, and then would get PUNISHED for doing it, because I was expected to HOLD it, and that was a problem a few times: I wet myself a couple times in school BECAUSE of these insane rules, and the school was MAD, but I TOLD them that "When I SAY I have to GO, I MEAN I have to GO!" I had to get my case manager, my teachers and support staff to listen to me and my MOM who said EXACTLY what I said, and I actually had to have it WRITTEN into my IEP that I could go to the bathroom when I NEEDED to go, without fear of punishment, without the pass, and without question. I already understood that I had a responsibility to myself, and I was NOT gonna deal with a bunch of foolish idiots that thought I was lying or trying to get away with something. With the help of the IEP Team, they "educated" my teachers that a pass is NOT always required, and that sometimes, rules like this can and should be modified or not enforced. Me wetting OR messing myself in school is and was embarrassing, and it takes time away from me being able to get stuff done, and so, I am glad that when I was RIGHT, I pushed it, so that I had what I need. The idea here is NOT really to start issuing diapers to those who don't need them BUT for this ridiculous rule that makes bathroom usage and availability at the discretion and whim of the administration. I say that this is WRONG and is a violation of rights! Who the hell make rules like this? Kids do what kids do: They will do things that are illegal or things that peers push them to do, they will do things that are good, they may do things that are wrong, but if they have an appropriate role model, they usually do OK. You also have to use your HEAD: If you know what is RIGHT and what is WRONG, you do your best to stay clear of those issues, and you always TRY to help others steer clear of them as well. I'm not saying that all kids are troublemakers, but the vast majority of them are good kids, do their best in school, and they follow the rules, and are role models for others to look up to. I had a few friends that I looked up to, and i still do that today - we all have challenges and I have had mine too, and I have helped many as worked through them, but I always knew that my friends always had my back Brian

I'm afraid there is no quicker way to determine the right shape and size for your body. There is no "one size fits all". I would start by using two separate curved lengths of (plastic) tubing, one for each bend in the stent. You can move the pieces in the silicone tube closer together or further apart, just to determine where in the stent they seem to fit best in your urethra. Then take it out, take measurements, and apply those measurements to the one-piece inner tube. For the bend in the bladder I would start with a 75 degree angle to the center section with a length of about an inch past the curve.. For the bend past the outer sphincter I would start close to 90 degrees with a length of about 1.2 inches past the curve. I hope this helps.

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

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

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.

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