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Chapter 23: The Little That I Know Three Years Ago I now knew for certain that there were no pull-ups or diapers in the house. All I had managed to find were a bunch of Jackson's old baby items, but pacifiers and bottles held no interest for me. I may have wanted to wear diapers, but I didn't have the slightest interest in behaving like or being treated as a baby. There was so much that I didn't know and very few means of attaining the information that I sought. My fixation on pull-ups ebbed and flowed for the following year after I first learned about those bedwetting pull-ups from my cousins. It wasn't as though there was any point where I didn't want to try to wear one, but without any actual ability to do so, the desire would fade out of mind for weeks or months at a time until something would occur to spark those urges again. I would catch a glimpse of an advertisement for diapers on the TV or in a newspaper. I would be at the park when a toddler would run by with the waistband of a pull-up clearly sticking out the top of their shorts. I would overhear some of my mom's friends talking about struggles they had with getting their toddlers to potty train. And then my mind would be back at it again, fruitlessly searching for information until I once again gave up hope of ever getting my hands on pull-ups of my own. <><><> My mom kept me close at hand when we went shopping for groceries. Jackson was still young enough to sit in the cart, facing Mom as she pushed it down most – but not all – of the aisles in the grocery store. To my dismay, there were a number of aisles that we never seemed to go by anymore, ones that I wished I had paid more attention to previously but that had been before I had known what I wanted to look for. Slipping off to check out the baby aisle was never an option. Mom preferred that I stay within arm's reach of her at all times. I had to make do with attempting to discreetly peek down the baby aisle as we went by, taking in its distinct scents. But it was hard to make out much from a distance. There were so many brands and styles, and I wasn't sure exactly what I was looking for. That changed one day right at the end of summer break, several months since my interest in pull-ups had begun. One of my mom's co-workers was having a baby shower for her first baby, which she was expecting in a couple of months, and Mom needed to pick out some diapers and wipes as a present. I found myself standing smack dab in the middle of the diaper section of the baby aisle, completely overwhelmed by all the options, brands, and styles. All the bright colors and smells made it hard to concentrate on what I was looking for. I needed to find something that was meant for older kids my age, not toddlers or preschoolers. There were regular diapers and pull-ups and ones that seemed to be a mix of the two. On a few of the other packages where information about the sizing was available, it was again clear that none of the products were remotely close to my size, as if that wasn't clear from the age of the models on the front of the packages. I began to wonder if that scene with my cousins a few months back had actually been real. Could it have just been something that I dreamed up in the boredom of that vacation? Then I saw a package. There was a picture of a sleeping girl on it, more than old enough to be my age. Could that be it? But then I saw the phrase "nighttime underwear" beneath the brand name. That didn't make any sense to me. Why would they be selling underwear for girls in the baby aisle? That was just plain silly. "Maddy," Mom said. "You need to keep up with us." While I wanted to see if there was any other information to glean from the package, I didn't have any choice but to obey Mom as I turned around and dashed ahead to catch up to her shopping cart. What exactly did that package mean by "nighttime underwear," and why was it located in the baby aisle close to all the diapers and pull-ups? It would be a long time before I walked through the baby aisle again. <><><> An indoor water park in the winter made for a perfect vacation. Grace was busy lying on her stomach on one of the poolside chairs. Teenagers were weird. It wasn't like she could catch a tan inside. Mom was at least reading a book while reclining in her chair. Dad was munching on some snacks, keeping an eye on Jackson and me from off in the distance. I was playing with Jackson in the kiddie pool. The warm water only came up to our ankles, but there were tons of fountains, sprinklers, slides, and water toys to play with. Above us was a bucket connected to a swivel. It gradually filled with water before tipping over and emptying its contents onto whoever might be unlucky enough to be standing beneath it at the time. Jackson found the idea hilarious. Though for him it was more amusing when the bucket of water was dropping down on my head rather than his. I knew better than to look up to try to see if the bucket was close to overflowing. I had made that mistake once and wasn't interested in making it again. At this point, my hair was already thoroughly soaked, so there was no use in fussing over yet another bucket of water pouring over it again. The small clang the bucket made as it began to tip was the only warning I got. I closed my eyes and shut my mouth as the warm water – at least it was warm water – poured over my head. I opened my eyes to the sight of Jackson giggling and pointing at me like a maniac. "OK, it's your turn now," I said. I stepped away from the spot under the basket and motion for Jackson to take my place. It seemed to take the bucket a little under a minute to refill before soaking its next victim. But my eyes drifted away from Jackson. Her top was a normal swimsuit, but around her waist was an uncovered swim diaper, blue with a picture of a mermaid on it. It was absolutely mesmerizing. Jackson yelled at me to pay attention to him, and when I looked again in the direction the girl had run off in, I had lost sight of her. I knew that I wouldn't fit in a swim diaper made for a baby, but the site of the swim diaper still stirred up that longing that had gotten tucked away for a couple of months. Since that disappointing trip through the baby aisle, my interest in diapers had dropped off. With diapers on my mind again, I couldn't help but notice them everywhere I went at the water park, and over the course of the long weekend, I spent much more time playing with Jackson than I normally would have, much to the delight of Grace and my parents. It wasn't so much that I cared to spend time around my brother, but being in the kiddie pool gave me a chance to catch glimpses of diapered kids as they splashed around in the water, wishing all the while that it was me who was wearing those diapers and pull-ups instead. <><><> I learned not to leave the room during commercial breaks. I didn't care much about the cartoon show that my brother was watching on TV. I found it difficult to concentrate on my book with all of that background noise. Ever since coming home from the water park vacation, I had been obsessed with learning as much as I could about pull-ups and diapers, and I had discovered an easy way to do so. I endured the annoying shows my younger brother watched for one, and only one, reason. The programs geared toward kids his age often featured advertisements for pull-ups and diapers. I had become familiar with the names of all the brands and the different types of pull-ups and diapers they would sell, and all the new features they were constantly adding. I peeked at the TV over the top of the book I was reading. A new commercial break had just begun. The first two advertisements were disappointments. The first was for a cereal brand I absolutely detested. The second was for baby formula. A few commercial breaks had passed by already without any of the advertisements I had been looking for, and I was beginning to wish I had just spent the morning reading in my room instead when the next ad caught my eye. One of the brands I was familiar with was advertising a new type of pull-up. A boy and a girl around Jackson's age were both going through the routine of getting ready for bed with their parent's assistance. There was the familiar scene of the closeup shot of them sliding the pull-up over their waists. And then the lights went out, and the designs on the pull-ups were glowing in the dark. But I knew by now not to get my hopes up. The kids in the advertisement were Jackson's age. No matter how cool those pull-ups looked, they weren't for me, either. The ad continued by showing how to activate the pull-ups first by holding them under a light. The advertisement was over all too soon, and Jackson's show resumed. But instead of turning back to my book, I thought over again about what I had just seen. This didn't confirm that the pull-ups I remembered my cousins' wearing were real, but it did confirm one important detail. There were pull-ups made specifically for use during the night. I wondered again about the brand of nighttime underwear that I had seen in the diaper aisle nearly half a year ago. There was a word I had learned in class the other day. It was really long, and I didn't think I'd ever be able to remember how to spell it. The concept of the word – euphemism – was also hard to grasp, and the idea that a word might not mean what it actually meant was simply too confusing. It didn't seem right. It was so much easier when people simply said exactly what they meant, rather than the opposite of it. But it was like a lightbulb had gone off in my head. Could nighttime underwear actually mean something entirely else? I tried to recall the name of the brand I had seen that day in the baby aisle. It took several minutes for it to come back to me. I had to recite the alphabet silently in my head several times before I remembered it. I whispered the name of the brand silently to myself over and over again, like a mantra. With the name of what I was looking for now in mind, I kept my eyes peeled for any glimpse of it, but several more months passed by without any additional luck. I managed to catch a glimpse or two – or at least thought I had – of the packages of so-called nighttime underwear in the baby aisle. But that was only for seconds and from a long distance, so I wasn't able to glean any more information than from the time I had spent first looking at it. My remaining options were highly limited. There was absolutely no scenario in which I would look up that brand on the family computer or tablet. I couldn't have my parents question why I was seeking out that information. I knew instinctively that they would not approve of this quest. There was no way that query would escape Dad's notice, and I had no desire for the questions that would surely follow. And despite my continued vigilance in watching ads on the TV, I never managed to come across one for that nighttime underwear. <><><> About a year had passed now since the day I had worn pull-ups My biggest fear was that I was growing. I was quite a few inches taller than a year before. I wanted to believe that they made pull-ups for teenagers, but without any direct evidence to confirm that, my worry was that I would eventually get my hands on the bedwetting pull-ups, only to find that I had done so too later and would no longer be able to fit into them. I was once again on the alert for any information I could find about that nighttime underwear brand. It was a week after my tenth birthday. To celebrate, I had gone with Emma and Angie to an indoor trampoline park. I had put the thought of those pull-ups out of my mind for a while, as I hadn't recently come across any new information. The allure of the TV advertisements had faded. It was just the same old information re-packaged in different ways. Yes, I would still look up at the TV at the familiar sound of certain jingles, but I no longer went out of the way to stay in the living room as Jackson watched the TV. The smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies wafted upward through the air and to the second floor of the house. I followed the irresistible scent downstairs as it grew stronger and stronger until I came across a bunch of cookies spread out on old pages of yesterday's newspaper on the dining room table. To my disappointment, my parents only got the newspaper on Sunday. Mom said the only reasons she got it at all was for the advertisements that came tucked inside it, though all I cared about was pulling out the comics section from the middle, often wishing that I would be able to get the comics from the middle of the week as well. Mom was in the kitchen, putting one final batch of cookies in the oven. She gave me permission to eat two – and only two – cookies. I stared down at the newspaper pages as I tried to determine which two cookies were the biggest. None of the newspaper articles carried any interest to me. Reading the news was something that adults did. However, the newspaper pages also included a section with advertisements for the local grocery store that Mom preferred to shop at. There were ads for a variety of baby products. I glanced over at them, not really expecting to learn anything that I already didn't know. There were headings for different products that were on sale: wipes, formula, diapers, and pull-ups. I turned my attention to the images in the pull-up sections, which, according to the ad, were on sale for fifteen percent off this week. And there it was. The picture was tiny, but unmistakable. It was the same package of nighttime underwear that I had come across so long ago in the grocery store. And there was no mistaking what it actually was. It couldn't have been an accident that it had been listed in the pull-ups section. I squinted down at the newspaper as I removed a couple of cookies and put them on my plate. There was some tiny writing on the package, but it was indecipherable with how small the picture was. The text next to the advertisement said that the sale included small through extra-large sizes, but I knew better than to let that phrase get my hopes up. I had seen a couple of ads for extra-large pull-ups before, only to find that this just meant they were for preschool-age kids and not toddlers. I poured myself a glass of milk in the kitchen and slowly ate my cookie while considering this new revelation. I realized that the most important thing I had learned wasn't that these nighttime underwear were actually pull-ups. That was a discovery I had made on my own a few months back. No, what I realized was that there was another potential untapped source of information about these pull-ups. From then on, I made sure to skim through all the advertisements in the newspaper. These special bedwetting pull-ups didn't show up often, but each time they did, the same problem remained as before. The information contained in the ads was minimal, with nothing to suggest whether I would still be able to fit into these pull-ups or if I had already outgrown them in the past year. There wasn't any information about the weight ranges or clothing sizes that the pull-ups would fit. But with the confirmation that these pull-ups existed, I found it impossible to put the topic out of my mind. After that moment, not a single day passed where I didn't think about what it would be like to be wearing a pull-up once again. But actually getting my hands on one of those pull-ups seemed like an impossibility for the time being. It wasn't likely that I would be visiting those cousins anytime again soon, and I didn't know of a single other kid my age who was a bedwetter. It was time to take matters into my own hands. If I couldn't get a diaper of my own, perhaps I could make one for myself. --- Links to all my stories can be found at https://abdlwriter.wordpress.com/

I am self-employed and work partly out and about and partly at home. Mondays I am WFH all day except going to the bank in the morning. I love working at the computer or sitting on the sofa in just my nappy and a top/tshirt. Sometimes I have my dummy and bottle too but that's just occasional. I can answer my emails / the phone, do online or paperwork stuff all while nappied and no one knows Anyone else like this? Isn't it great

Academy II By Mia Moore "At the end of the world, there will be neither clamor nor calamity, neither echo nor epoch. It will be mired in silence and sleep, in deliverance and death. At the end of the world, there will be both patience and purpose, both temperance and time. Only then will it be graced with eternity, and from eternity, a chance." -The Source, in valediction Chapter (Last) One "Why..." Bala sat in the dark. A spotlight clicked on above her, forming a puddle of yellow light beneath her dangling feet. She was sitting in a high chair, with her head down on the tray. When she finally found the energy to sit up, another spotlight clicked on, six or so feet away from her. Ai was standing in the middle of the pool of light. She was naked. So was Bala. Neither of them cared enough anymore to dress themselves. In the indefinable vastness of possibility, clothes were a chore. Their bodies, however, were second nature. First nature, perhaps. "Why?" Bala asked again. "Why can't you leave me alone?" "You're one to talk," Ai said sharply, but her sharpness was that of a toddler's knife. Fragile, plastic, without an edge. Behind them, a wheel turned. An infinite, infinitesimal, contradictory wheel, decorated with time and fate. "Just stop it," Bala begged. Tears filled her eyes. Big, wet, floaty tears. They fell away from her without gravity, like a spilled canteen on a spacecraft. No, Ai thought. Because that was what she always said. That was how she always felt. But this time, the word was too heavy. She had pushed that word - "no" - up the hill so many times, for it to tumble back down. As she tried to shove the word out of her mouth, she was too weak to move it a single inch. "Whatever," Ai said instead. She sat down in the darkness and held her head in her hands. Behind her, a wheel turned. The two of them were each quiet for a moment, because they both knew that it didn't matter what they said. They were like oil and water, like the sun and the moon, like politicians across the aisle: understanding, empathy, and common ground were impossible goals. Ai and Bala were mutually exclusive, and both of them knew it. That fact was, perhaps, the only thing they'd ever agreed upon. "Out of all the places I've been, this is the worst." Ai finally mumbled, after a time that could have been a moment, a while, or forever. "Alone, in a room, with you?" Bala asked rhetorically. "Agreed." It seemed even the universe was tired of the two of them, and now they were in time out. A fitting punishment. As they waited in silence, an image flickered above them, grainy and jittery like an old overhead projector from an elementary school on a low budget. It showed Ai, and it showed Bala; as children, as friends. A screenshot of a reality that never existed, and for the two of them, never could. Bala looked up and watched the image melt into another, like a movie playing in the sky. Two little girls, ignorant of the complexity of the universe. Two little girls, playing in the din of inconsequence. Two little girls, purposeless. Two little girls, happy. "I tried to make this happen so many times," Bala said. She had no reason to talk to Ai. So she went on, to herself. "I tried to make us friends. I tried to make a world where there were no repercussions for anything." "A world where I didn't exist," Ai added. "A world where you didn't exist. A world where neither of us could remember anything." "A world frozen in time," Bala continued. "A world made up of nothing but emotions." "A world with big people and small people," Ai remembered. "A world where we were all specks of light." "A world of different worlds. Where everyone could have their own world." "A world where we were characters in a story. Remember that?" "I ran out of ideas, and I had to break the pattern," Bala sighed. "I still don't know how you got out of that one." Ai didn't answer. "I liked the world with all the map puzzles," Ai said. "You solved them faster than I could make them." Silence. "I liked the one with the pet people," Bala said. "Yeah, I was… a puppy girl or something?" Bala didn't answer. "I don't know what to do," Bala confessed. It was baffling to hear the will of God admit to such a mortal failing. "Trying to make sense of you is like trying to catch a deluge in a paper cup." It was silent. No time passed, because time did not exist. Behind them, a wheel turned. "Do you know why I'm strong enough to be here?" Ai finally asked. "Do you know why I can fight you like this?" "I know everything," Bala sighed, like everything was the worst thing to know. "That woman from the Academy--" The Academy. Those two words brought back a surge of nostalgia to the both of them. It was like hearing a nickname you were called as a child, a nickname you didn't particularly like. The movie above them flickered to disparate, inconsequential scenes from their pasts, interlaced in an order unorthodox. It was lifetimes ago, but Ai remembered. "Maria, she..." "Betrayed the Academy," Bala finished. Ai shook her head. Maybe Maria did betray the Academy, but she did more than that. She betrayed herself. Ai looked up at Bala, sitting naked in the high chair. And though she thought nothing of her own nudity, Bala looked incomplete. Had she always looked that way? When Bala looked down at herself, she was suddenly wearing a onesie with little angel wings and halos printed on it. Underneath it, the familiar feeling of a diaper. Bala looked up at Ai, sitting naked in the pool of yellow light. She had more thoughts in a single moment than all of consciousness through all of time, but it wasn't enough. A diaper and a onesie was not a malicious outfit, and nothing explained why Ai would afford her any kindness at all. Behind her, a wheel turned. "I hate you," Bala said flatly. "I know," Ai sighed. "You betrayed me," Bala said, and fresh tears floated around her head. The movie above them flickered to one scene in particular, when their stories overlapped. The moment when Bala was sent back to the Cold Room, and Ai was given all the answers she could ever want. "I know..." Ai watched the low-quality film reel. That moment was so long ago, and it was only a moment ago. Ai knew, even then, that she had made a mistake. Throughout every universe, every battleground, Ai justified her actions with a single doctrine: next time, she could do better. That moment with Bala didn't define her, no more than the thousands of mistakes before it or the million mistakes after. In time, she would learn. She would grow. She would change. But as she watched that movie, she realized... she hadn't changed at all. Maria betrayed herself and the institution she worked hard to build, all so that Ai could have some autonomy in the new world. And what did Ai do with it? She fought for countless lifetimes to be the same person she had always been. The same woman who walked away from Bala all those lifetimes ago. For the first time in infinity, Ai understood why Bala was doing what she was doing. Because it wasn't enough to trust in humanity's desire to grow. Change was hard. Change was long. And for so many people, they never bothered to start. Ai never bothered to start. Behind her, a wheel turned. "I'm sorry," Ai said. Big, wet, floaty tears filled her eyes. "I should never have treated you that way. I should never have acted like my needs were more important than yours." For a time - although time was nonexistent and incalculable now - Bala was quiet and still. Frozen in thought. A thousand universes could have been born and a thousand and one could have died in the moment that it took her to form words. "You're right. You shouldn't have treated me that way. You shouldn't have acted that way. You shouldn't have. But you did. And now look where we are." Bala remembered a thought she had a long time ago, at the end of one of her stories, and a thought she kept close to her throughout the incalculable iterations of the universe. "This is all your fault," Bala spat at her, eyes wet with tears. "I know..." Ai rubbed her eyes. She didn't want to cry in front of Bala. She didn't want to show weakness. But something about the space she was in, or something about her realization, was too much to mask. Tears dripped away from her cheeks, forming globules of glittering water that drifted around her head like planets around a star. For a while, in relative terms, Bala and Ai cried. Above them, the movie of childhood friends - the impossible universe left unmade - flickered onto the screen. The two little girls cried together, on opposite ends of a front stoop. They held themselves instead of each other. Ai racked her brain for some way to make it up to Bala, but it wasn't possible. She couldn't make up for millennia of suffering. She could never atone for bringing sin into Bala's worlds. All at once, her resolve began to crumble. Could she ever really change? At this point, would it even matter? Ai wanted to sink into her old ways. She wanted to slip into self-pity or self-hatred, old clothes she never had the time to wear anymore. She wanted it to be easy. Finally, Ai and Bala were on the same page. There was no reason to fight. If she let Bala have her way, all her sins would be erased. She could start over again, as someone perfect. She never had to know the feeling of wanting to be more than she was. Of not being enough. But Ai's catharsis lasted only a fraction of never. Ai looked up at Bala, crying in the high chair. Overhead, a new movie was playing. Moments of Bala, through her childhood. Through her job as a nurse. Through the Academy. Through universes, like pages of a flip book that didn't tell a story. But Ai knew the story. She'd known it for a long time. Ai remembered a memory of a memory. Behind her, a wheel turned. Ai slowly got to her feet, wiping the tears out of her eyes and splashing them into the ring around her head. It was a solid circle now, glittering in the spotlight. But it vanished along with Ai when she stepped out of the pool and into the darkness. Alone with an empty spotlight, Bala cried. She cried, because she couldn't do it right. And she knew, deep down, Ai wasn't the reason her universes kept failing. The truth was, Bala just wasn't good enough. Then Ai appeared in front of her, in her spotlight, and touched the tray table of her high chair. It evaporated into glitter. Bala looked up at Ai, and before confusion could wash over her face, Ai wrapped her arms around the crying girl. Above them, in the movie, one girl had moved to the other side of the stoop and hugged the other. "Shh..." Ai whispered. "It's okay. It's okay." "It's not." That was Bala's first thought, her first response, her knee-jerk reaction in the form of words, as instinctual as pulling away from a flame. Not an answer from her brain, but from her lips. How could things ever be okay again? There was nothing left but the two of them, and for anything else to exist, it was predicated entirely on Bala's will for it to be. How could she ever will someone to be part of her constant, unending failure? The truth was – to Bala, in her nothing – Ai meant everything to her. Ai was the only thing she couldn't control. Bala sobbed. Each tear had enough energy to birth a billion realities. Each heaving, choking, ugly cry took away so much potential that even entropy itself ceased to exist. Behind her, a wheel turned. "I'm lost… I've lost…" "You didn't lose anything," Ai said warmly, holding Bala tight to her chest. "They gave you an impossible task. To make a world where everyone is supposed to be happy? To make something perfect? It's not possible." "It is," Bala argued, because it had to be possible. Because otherwise, she never had a chance to succeed in the first place. And all this was for nothing. "It's not," Ai said again, softer. "It's not possible to be perfect. Nothing is perfect. Nobody is perfect. You... you can't be perfect." "I have to be perfect," Bala tried, sobbing into Ai's chest. She clung tightly to Ai's white dress, hand-embroidered with little flowers. She wanted to cling to a dress. She wanted Ai to be wearing it. And so she was. "No, Bala. You don't have to be anything. Not perfect. Not a baby. Not an adult, either. Not a god, or a nurse. And certainly not this. You don't have to be anything you don't want to be." But only one thing came to mind when Bala thought about what she wanted to be: "I want to be a good girl..." she cried. Ai knew how Bala felt, because Ai too wanted to be a good girl. Every girl wanted to be a good girl, and every boy wanted to be a good boy, and everyone wanted to be a good person. Because a drive for goodness was not the product of the Academy, but the product of humanity. A long time ago, something came into existence, and that thing was one thing. Be it consciousness or God, that was all there ever was. Then, something happened, and there was something else. This dichotomy led to discussion, debate, protest, argument, and war. Right versus wrong. Good versus bad. But at the root, good has always been nothing more than the thing you want to move toward, and bad has always been the thing you want to move away from. The difference may be subjective, but the purpose is clear: movement. At the end of a million worlds, with millennia of experiences behind you, it's not hard to see the truth. In that moment, it wasn't hard for Ai, and it wasn't that much harder for Bala either. Behind them, a wheel turned. "You're a good girl," Ai said, hugging Bala even tighter. "You're good, because you try to be better. That's all it takes." With each passing universe she created, Bala measured goodness by the starting point. She had to optimize the rules, not to allow for betterment, but to encourage stagnation, because the only way to go was down. If what Ai was suggesting was true, and it was movement that mattered, then Bala had created worlds without "good". How could she be a good girl in a goodless world? All this time, Bala had been thinking that, if only Ai would stop interfering, she could find the right answer. She could create the perfect world. But if Ai wasn't there to foil all her plans, would she ever be happy? Could she? The truth was, a long time ago, Bala had given up on ever finding happiness. That was why her mission was so important: it was her last chance to do something right. For the first time in time's nonexistence, Bala was at a loss. Behind her, a wheel turned. "I have to figure it out," Bala mumbled under her breath. "I… I gotta…"

 "And then what?" Ai asked. She broke her hug, but she kept the soft tones. "You'll always worry about it. Always think that you're doing something wrong. It's not fair to you, Bala. Everyone isn't your responsibility."

 Bala shook her head quickly.

 "You're just… trying to trick me. That's all you do, is trick me and hurt me."

 Ai hesitated. Was Bala wrong? Had Ai ever done anything for Bala, or in Bala's interests? She couldn't remember a single time, in all the universes they had shared together.

 "Listen…" Ai said quietly, taking Bala's hands in hers. "I know you don't have any reason to trust me. I know I probably shouldn't trust you, either. But you're not a villain. And neither am I. And, I'm starting to think… we aren't even the heroes. We're just people."

 Bala looked up into Ai's eyes, still blurry with tears. She had to be the hero. She had to be the martyr. She had to die on the cross, to save everyone else. She didn't have to be happy about it. Good and happy… she couldn't be both.

 "I have to…" Bala muttered.

 "I don't think so," Ai said simply. "But, I'm done assuming everything I think is right. So, if you really want to, then… make a new world. Try again. I won't stop you this time."

 Bala stared blankly, as if in all the impossibilities the multiverse had to offer, this was the least likely.

 "I don't believe you…" Bala said.

 "Well, I can try my best," Ai answered, because she figured it was about time she believed in someone other than herself. For better or for worse, Ai wouldn't make the same mistakes. There are two important facts about faith that worked in Ai's favor at that moment. The first: you have to be entirely without evidence to have faith, which was perfect for Ai and Bala, who had no evidence that either of them was worth trusting. The second: you're more likely to put your faith in something when you're desperate, and Bala was very desperate. Behind them, a wheel turned. "…what kind of world should I make…?" Bala asked. At first, Ai thought her question was rhetorical, like someone asking themself "what to wear…" in the morning. But, like an unanswered instant message, Bala seemed to be waiting for Ai to take her off Read. "Are you asking me?" Bala nodded sheepishly. Ai had absolutely no idea. She had spent the better part of existence in reboot universes. She'd seen everything there was to see. She knew how every single outcome of every single variable would play out. And so did Bala. But there was one pervasive feature that always seemed to come up, and Ai's curiosity once again got the best of her. "Do you actually like all this baby stuff?" Ai asked awkwardly. She quickly added: "No judgment." "I... I'm not sure," Bala admitted, looking up at the two children talking on the stoop. "I just don't want to have any more responsibility..." In a way, Bala was the caregiver to every soul in the universe. But before that - before the Academy - Bala liked having responsibilities. She liked feeling needed and valuable. She liked doing the right thing, even if it meant sometimes doing the wrong thing. Maybe she didn't even want to be a baby at all. She just didn't want to be a mom. Ai and Bala were quiet for a while, as each tried to think of the right answer to an unanswerable question. What ending would be satisfactory? What was a good conclusion, after such an impossible, incoherent series of events? How could either of them hope to make everyone happy? "What about that?" a voice said. Not Ai's voice, and not Bala's, but the voice of God herself. Ayoka Kanoska stood a few feet away, dressed in something impossible. She was pointing up at the sky, where a movie was playing. The two little girls weren't on the stoop anymore; they were playing hop-scotch with sidewalk chalk. Whatever turmoil had them crying just before… it was gone now. Behind Aya, a wheel turned. "It's not possible," Bala sighed. She'd spent so many eternities with Aya that even her sudden presence wasn't a surprise anymore. Her hopeless optimism, her unflinching generosity, her unbearable kindness. And what had Bala done with it? Mutated her. Abused her. Took her for granted. More tears spilled from her eyes and began to orbit around her head. "It's okay," Aya said warmly, resting a hand on Bala's back and kissing her temple. Ai took an awkward step backward, and the spotlight around them grew to accommodate. "How can you say that? Don't you have any self-respect?" Bala shouted. But her voice was no louder than a hatpin hitting the carpet. And Aya's voice was full of every star in the universe. She was true power, and Bala was as fragile as the human will. "We chose this together," Aya said simply. "We've sacrificed everything, you and I. I don't regret it." "How can you not?" Bala laughed, rubbing tears out of her eyes. In that moment, all three of them knew the same truth of Bala: that when Maria gave her that gun, she wished now that it had killed her. Behind her, a wheel turned. Aya took Bala by the hand and helped her to her feet. The high chair was gone, as if it was never there to begin with. Then Aya wrapped her arms around Bala in a hug. For no good reason other than there was no good reason not to, Ai stepped forward and joined in. "I don't regret it," Aya said again, "because I would rather be here with the two of you than nowhere at all." That hug lasted forever. It still goes on, to this day. It transcends space and time and everything known and unknown in the universe, and it has nothing to do with Aya or her power. It lasted forever because hugs between friends always do. In front of them, a wheel turned. "What about that?" Aya said again, pointing up at the sky where a movie was playing. The two little girls were still playing hopscotch. The little girl next door came over to play with them. "It's not possible," Bala said again. "I've tried." Ai watched the three of them jumping from one square to the next, taking turns. One and two and three four and… she fell. The little Indian girl, with dark hair and wet eyes. She looked up at the other two in a panic. Afraid of… something. But they each took a hand and helped her up. She tried again. "No…" Ai said quietly. She finally understood what Aya was saying. "Not a world where we all get along, or a world where we can be friends. But that world." Ai pointed up at the sky where a movie was playing. "That's… no way." Bala shook her head in a panic. "I have hundreds of requests! I promised I'd do it right, I promised, and they're gone now, so I have to–" "You don't have to," Ai reminded her. She took Bala's hand. "You can always say no, and you can always change your mind," Aya said. She took Bala's other hand. Once upon a time, Bala Khatri would do anything to honor someone's choices, even if it went against her values or beliefs. Now, she was asked to do that again: to honor her own right to choose, even though it went against her values and beliefs. In front of her, a wheel turned. "We don't know anything about that universe," Bala muttered. "It could be a horrible world. Death and famine and hatred… if I could take a look, tweak it…" "You'd never stop," Ai said with a sad smile. "I've seen you do it," Aya concurred. Bala watched the movie in the sky, as the child that could be her readied herself to once again hopscotch across the sidewalk. Her friends on the sidelines cheered her on. "She doesn't even know…" Bala said, with fresh tears floating down her cheeks and collecting in a circle above her head. "That girl, she doesn't know what I am. What we are. What we've done…" "We don't have to be this," Aya reminded Bala and Ai both. Then she gestured at the movie playing overhead. "We can be that, if we want to." "And what? Forget everything? Pretend we're not the creators of this universe?" "It's not pretending," Ai said to herself, working through everything she had learned. Everything Maria did, everything she failed to do. Then she said: "We can just choose to be different. We always could have." Bala was at a loss for words. Ai and Aya were proposing ego death, to cease to be. To willingly give up parts of who they were, for a chance at being something different. To… change. At the heart of it, that's how change works. A part of you has to die for another part to live and grow. That's why change is so scary. That's why nobody ever wants to do it. Not until it's too late, and things are too terrible. Nobody ever changes… until they can't stand not to. "I don't want to be in charge of everyone…" Bala finally said. "I don't want to have all this power," Aya added. "I don't want to keep fighting all the time," Ai finished. All three of them looked up at the movie and watched it together. They stared at it for so long that they started to believe the girls in the spotlight were a dream, and the girls in the grainy, low-budget movie were real life. In front of them, a wheel turned. Eventually, Aya looked at Bala. Eventually, Ai looked at Bala. Eventually, Bala looked at the floor. With enough time, no wall can stay up forever, not even the bonds that hold together the human soul. All three of them were on the same wavelength, and all knew what was coming next. Bala slowly nodded. It was time for this to end. But then she said: "I want to check on something first." "No," Ai and Aya both said in unison. "One thing," Bala begged. "One thing, I promise. And… in return, you can each check on something too." Ai and Aya both looked at each other. Three rules. Three rules, and everything else was left up to chance. "What do you want to look into?" Ai asked. "If the Academy exists," Bala said simply, "because I don't want it to." Everyone agreed. No one should have power over another's fate. Ai was next. She could have anything in the new world. She could be rich, or she could be powerful. She could have her fiancé back, but she'd had thousands of fiancés. Thousands of life partners. And each one was as special and important as the last. In the new world, whoever she found, she knew they would be exactly what she needed. So Ai thought of something else. "I want everyone to always have the opportunity to grow, no matter what happens." "Are you sure?" Bala asked skeptically. She had known Ai for a long time, longer than anyone knows anything, and Ai's request felt out of character. So she challenged it: "Even Maria Porter?" Ai sighed. She didn't like to think about Maria, because she couldn't help but think the worst of her. But the woman who came into the Memoriam and apologized, that wasn't the Maria that Ai knew. Whatever happened to her, whatever made her change… it was nothing short of a miracle. Ai wanted a world where miracles could happen. "Yeah, sure," Ai shrugged. "She deserves a chance to be happy." "That's very gracious of you," Aya smiled. "Hey, I'm not actually a demon!" "No, you're an angel," Aya said, and tapped the halo of tears circling around Ai's head. Ai blushed. Bala reached above her own head and smiled to herself. All that crying, all that emotion, had formed a halo. Maybe she had been a good girl after all. "What about you?" Ai asked Aya. "Last one." "Hm…" Aya put her finger to her chin in thought. In every universe, she always had exactly what she wanted, even when what she wanted wasn't good for her. She had power beyond even her own comprehension. But power wasn't enough. Even the Source knew it: one person alone couldn't reset the world. It had to be two. It had to be together. Aya looked at Bala, her connection to humanity. Her chariot, pulling the sun across the sky. While Aya sat at the lead, Bala did the work. She was the guide, like Virgil through the afterlife, writer of myth and creation. Aya looked at Ai, her connection to reality. Her magician, a polymorph spell, a serpent in defense of fate at Delphi. While Aya was young and naive, Ai followed her instincts. She was the challenger, full of mistakes and questions as juicy as apples. Never once did Aya see evil in either of those two girls. Perhaps because there was never any evil to begin with, or perhaps because Aya couldn't find any within herself. In her soul, there were no shadows; it was full of fire, of destruction and light. But Aya chose to never nock an arrow. She never found evil beyond redemption, and that was a choice anyone could make. "No matter how powerful any one person gets," Aya decided, "I want the world to be everyone's responsibility." The rules were set, the choices made. Three girls, three wishes, and the dawn of something new. A place where they could be less of what they had to be, and more of what they wanted to be. A place where I get to put down this pen and do the same. They got three rules; I get three more sentences. With nothing left to do and no time left to do it, God hugged her angels goodbye and hello. In a dark room, lit by a single spotlight and the glow of an old movie, the world came to an end for the last time. But that hug will last forever. [End.]

First and foremost, I want to thank @Sophie ♥, @Pudding, @Personalias, @bigred0603, @Lyra Silver, @PeculiarChangeling, and @bbykimmy for their installations in Academy II. When I decided to write seven different worlds for the finale, I admit, I found the task incredibly daunting. And when it was suggested to me that I should instead let seven other authors write those worlds, I admit, I found that to be even more daunting. I am so used to being in control of everything in my life, lending out something as important as Academy Works - especially for the finale! - felt so dangerous. But they brought the worlds to life in ways I never could have. They created their own art within my art, and I will be forever grateful to have worked with such incredible writers and such incredible people. I believe that Academy Works is stronger for their involvement, and I believe it will make this next chapter all the more powerful. Secondly, I want to thank everyone who has been reading this series. When I started writing Academy Works, I wanted to prove to everyone that I was good at something. That I could write some kind of huge epic baby smut story that had something for everybody. Something people would want to show their friends, something they would be inspired by. I wanted to go down in history as one of the great ABDL authors, just like all the people who worked on A:2 with me. Just like Ai, I wanted to find my purpose. But now that it's ending, I realize that I don't care what happens next. If my story ends up forgotten along with all the others on this website, if nobody ever talks about it again, that would be okay. Because writing Academy Works has taught me so much. It's given me so much. Wonderful friendships. Camaraderie with other writers in my field. A readership that thinks and cares and speculates and treats my words like they are important. A sense of competence. Academy Works is also the reason my girlfriend and I are together. So... to everyone who read this series, and especially to those who have left comments, thank you so much for showing me that the journey is more invaluable than any destination. Anyway... The end of Academy Works has always been in the back of my mind. I imagined a world after countless worlds, where everyone was too tired to keep on going. Where they had to stop and think for once. To talk. To connect. For those who have played Xenogears, I took a lot of inspiration from the second disk. But I didn't know how it would truly end until I started writing it. Until I read all of the A:2 stories from the authors listed above. I saw the puzzle come together and the pieces fall in place. And I ended up with... this. I hope this is good enough. I'm terrified that maybe people will read the ending and hate it. How am I supposed to wrap up everything at this point? How can I possibly make everyone happy? Well... I guess I can't. I'm not perfect. But I hope I'm perfect enough for all of my fans. Once more, in valediction... thank you all so much. ~Mia Moore~

After being diapered off and on basically my entire life and missing the days where I'd frequently wet the bed when I was a kid, I decided to just start wearing and using premium diapers 24-7 in December 2023. I also recently started following the 12 month diaper training guide that gets mentioned here quite often and now in April 2024 I'm proud to say that I'm wetting frequently with strong sudden urges but not much comes out and also dribbling involuntarily post void. I also woke up to a wet bed last night without remembering peeing for the first time in many years and I couldn't be more proud of myself. This stage seemed to come recently and out of nowhere for me after only feeling like I needed to pee sooner than before and that was it for a long time. I'd wake up needing to pee, frustrated that my body woke itself up to do so, peed myself then went back to sleep. This is finally starting to change. So don't get discouraged or frustrated if you're trying to accomplish the same thing I have. Be patient, stay hydrated and wet yourself no matter what as soon as you feel the urge to pee. You have to act like you don't have any choice. It's a mental barrier that you must break because we were trained at a very young age that it's not okay to pee yourself. Tell yourself that it is okay even if you think you might leak. I'm Looking forward to continuing down this path and I'm looking forward to the point of no return. To those that think that it isn't possible to make yourself incontinent, my nose and sheets are saying otherwise right now...

Not since I bought the ball gag.

Chapter 22: The Night Before I returned downstairs to find that Hannah had resumed watching the movie without me. Like before, she was sitting on the floor. Emma remained absorbed in her smartphone on the couch. "You were in the bathroom for a really long time," Hannah said as I took a seat behind her on the couch. Emma groaned at her cousin's lack of social etiquette, though she still didn't look up from her phone. I didn't respond at all to Hannah's comment. Anything she might think I had been doing in the bathroom was better than what I had actually been doing. I hoped that I had managed to put everything back into the suitcase exactly like I had found it, and that the pull-up I had tried out wouldn't show any signs of having been worn. I wasn't able to pay attention to the TV. It didn't matter that this was my favorite of the Harry Potter movies. I simply couldn't sit still and focus on it. The diapers I'd discovered in Hannah's suitcase both worried and intrigued me. Why was it that she would need to wear those to bed rather than the pull-ups? There was only one explanation that made sense. The pull-ups must not work well enough for her at night. There was no question from when I was holding the diaper that it had significantly more absorbent padding, but it seemed to follow that it would be more effective at absorbing urine. But I struggled to understand why that was the case. The pull-ups seemed to work perfectly fine for Hannah during the day. Or did they? When Emma had mentioned that her cousin had peed all over the couch the other day, I had simply assumed that she must have not had a pull-up on at the time. But what if that wasn't the case? What if she had been wearing the pull-up, and it hadn't been able to completely absorb the accident? Maybe those pull-ups didn't work one hundred percent of that time? What would that mean for my own fake bedwetting once my parents got the pull-ups for me? I, of course, would be wetting them, but what would happen if they leaked all over the bed? I couldn't see my parents wanting to continue getting pull-ups for me if that were to happen. They wouldn't see them as having any value if there were still wet sheets to deal with, anyway. Would I end up needing to wear diapers as well if I were to continue faking the bedwetting? And did I want to wear diapers rather than pull-ups? That was a question I didn't know the answer to at the moment. I hadn't ever remotely considered the possibility of wearing a diaper rather than a pull-up outside of the makeshift diaper I had attempted to make for myself once a couple of years back to disastrous results. Would a diaper feel as good as wearing a pull-up? Would it feel better than wearing a pull-up? That wasn't a question I could answer without having tried one on, but there hadn't been an opportunity to do so. From the windows looking out over the backyard, I could see that the rain hadn't let up a single bit. I checked my phone. The forecast said the downpour wasn't supposed to stop until sometime overnight. The movie finally came to an end. Hannah wanted to move on to the next one immediately, but not before taking another toilet break, as her watch had just gone off a couple of minutes earlier. "I need to put my foot down," Emma said, though she remained seated on the couch with her legs curled up to the side. "I'm not watching another one of these movies this weekend." Hannah was gone a lot longer than before. It was hard to tell since it was raining, but I thought I could hear the sound of someone going upstairs and walking around. When she finally returned, she didn't take kindly to Emma's decision to move on to any activity other than watching the next Harry Potter movie. Hannah stomped her feet and ran off when Emma refused to hand over the TV remote to her. Hannah returned a few minutes later with her mom, who tried to helpfully suggest that perhaps we could make some TikTok videos with Hannah instead. That seemed to test Emma's limit on wanting to do anything but watch another Harry Potter movie, but she agreed. There was still another hour or so before Mom was going to come and pick me up. We managed to get a couple of someone choreographic dance videos made that Emma promised Hannah that she would post to her account, though when Hannah went off to use the toilet again, Emma whispered to me that she was going to delete it all once Hannah was gone, saying that she didn't want to ruin the vibe on her account. The doorbell rang a few minutes later. It had to be Mom coming to pick me up. Hannah stayed behind in the living room as Emma and I went to the front door. Mom was chatting casually with Emma and Hannah's parents in the entryway when we arrived. "Are you excited about summer break?" Mom asked Emma. "I will be when Angie is back from her road trip," Emma said. "I'm looking forward to the sleepover on Maddy's birthday." Mom nodded in response to Emma's statement and shifted her gaze over to me. And just like that, I was caught. Mom wasn't supposed to have known that I'd already invited Angie and Emma to have a sleepover on my birthday next weekend. "Where's Hannah?" Emma's aunt asked. "I don't know," Emma said. "Maybe in the other room." "Can you go grab her? I'm sure she'd want to say goodbye since we're leaving early tomorrow morning." Emma trudged back off toward the living room. I caught her rolling her eyes once she was at an angle where her parents couldn't see it. A little while later, there was a loud patter of feet running along the wood floor, and Hannah sprinted around the corner. I couldn't help but once again find my eyes drifting down to her waist. As she came to a stop, her shirt lifted up briefly, giving one final half-second glimpse of the pull-up beneath her shorts. "Bye!" Hannah said with a wave at me. And just like that, she was done, having turned back around to sprint off toward the living room. We continued to make small talk about plans for the summer for a few minutes, and then it was time to head home. I closed the door behind me after getting into the passenger seat, bracing myself for an awkward conversation. Mom turned on the ignition without saying a word and watched the rear-view camera as she carefully backed out of the driveway. Once we were out on the road, the questions began. "Why does Emma think there's going to be a sleepover on your birthday?" she asked. She had me there. It was stupid bad luck that Emma had thought to say anything about that to Mom. Mom had shot down the idea of an all-nighter, and she had made it clear that she wasn't going to OK the idea of a sleepover unless the anti-bedwetting pills had worked. I really didn't want to answer Mom's question, even though it wasn't as though she likely knew the answer already. "I told Angie and Emma that a sleepover was the plan for my birthday." "Madelyn, you know that I had said that wasn't an option unless we managed to figure out what was happening with the bedwetting." I nearly did it. Even though I had planned to bring up the topic of pull-ups tomorrow, I nearly went forward with the speech I had rehearsed about how it might be good to try them. But I instead fell back on a more vague excuse. "I just figured that maybe the doctor would have something that would stop the bedwetting so I could still have the sleepover. I didn't want to tell them that I couldn't do it." "That doesn't leave a lot of time," Mom said as we turned onto the road that led back to our house. "I want to make sure any solution actually works before letting you do a sleepover. Maybe it would be best if we just postponed it. Your friends can stay until it is time to go to bed. It's not as though you'd really miss anything while being asleep." That was the last thing I wanted, especially after having already told my friends that a sleepover was going to happen. "Please don't tell them that it is canceled yet. I don't want them to think anything is wrong." Mom was silent for a bit as she pulled into the driveway and waited for the garage door to open. "That's fine for now," Mom said at last. "But if we don't find a way to deal with the bedwetting before then, it isn't going to work to have the sleepover." <><><> Another night. Another set of pills to take before bed. At least this was going to be the last time. Despite my pleas to get out of taking the pills tonight, Mom insisted that I should give it one more try before going to the doctor's appointment in the morning. "I don't want you staying up too late tonight," Mom said. "The appointment is first thing in the morning, so you need to make sure you set your alarm for eight." Great. Pills. No more water for tonight. No chance of peeing the bed this evening. And I had to get up early in the morning. I held out my hand, and she dropped the two pills onto my open palm. I grabbed a glass with a small amount of water in it from her as well. Mom watched as I popped both of the pills into my mouth. I resigned myself to the possibility of dealing with an actual headache tomorrow morning as I began to raise the glass of water to my lips. Some loud yelling in the distance – which sounded like my younger brother, Jackson – suddenly grabbed Mom's attention, as she turned around to look in the other direction. Mom's back was turned as she headed down the hallway in the direction of the tantrum that Jackson seemed to be throwing. That wasn't common behavior for him, but when it happened, it usually took both of my parents to rein my six-year-old brother in. This was my chance. I pulled the two tiny pills out of my mouth and placed them in my pocket before quickly chugging down the small glass of water. With my plans for the evening suddenly looking much more positive, I didn't throw a fuss at going to bed earlier than I normally would have on an evening during summer break. I made sure to use the toilet while my parents were helping my brother get ready for bed, making sure they would know that any bedwetting would be happening in spite of all the precautions that were being taken. I flushed the two pills down the toilet, watching carefully to make sure that they didn't resurface. The best part about having avoided taking the pills tonight was that I wasn't going to have to avoid drinking anything afterward. My mouth had been so parched the past several nights when I had gone to bed without sneaking a drink from the sports bottle I had tucked away in my bedroom. Alone in my bedroom, I raised the bottle to my lips. I couldn't believe that I was somehow actually excited about the idea of drinking lukewarm tap water. The likelihood of being able to wet myself in bed tonight allowed me to manage to set aside my disgust at the bitter taste of the water. The problem of going to bed this early was that I still had plenty of time to kill before midnight. I tapped open the web browser on my phone, trying to recall the name of the website Hannah had mentioned reading those Harry Potter fanfiction stories on. I couldn't recall the exact name, but a quick Google search of the acronym she had mentioned brought up a link to the website. I tapped on the link, and then I groaned as a new pop-up appeared on my phone, one that was unwelcome but familiar, a message that the website was blocked due to the parental restrictions on my phone. Well, that was just great. Defeated, I set my phone down on the bed. It wouldn't be the first time that an otherwise appropriate website had been mistakenly blocked by the software. If it was something Hannah had access to, I couldn't imagine that it was actually anything that bad or inappropriate. I would need to ask Dad about the website tomorrow, and he would be able to update the permissions on the parental controls like he had done for me before, though perhaps I should consider coming up with a reason for wanting to access the website other than wanting to read Harry Potter stories. A sense of melancholy struck me as midnight approached. This might be the last time of wetting myself like this. Going forward, I would be wearing a pull-up to bed every night for the foreseeable future. I had first wet the bed nine nights ago. And tomorrow I would be going to see a doctor. I was amazed at how quickly everything had progressed. I'd tried to put off thinking about what the doctor's appointment might mean for me in the morning. What tests would they end up running? What theories would they have for why the bedwetting might be happening? Was there anything I had done that might cause them to suspect that I was actually wetting the bed on purpose? One thing was clear. Regardless of what happened at that appointment, I was going to need to find a way to broach the topic of pull-ups with Mom tomorrow. With any luck, tomorrow night, I'd be going to bed while wearing a pull-up identical to the one of Hannah's that I had tried out earlier today. Having managed to avoid taking the anti-bedwetting pills, I didn't have to struggle at all to manage to wet the bed, and I took in the sensation of the warmth spreading beneath my waist. Even though everything had gone right so far, even though I was still completely on track for my plan to succeed, another thought began to fill me with a new worry as I lay on top of my thoroughly soaked bedding. What if the pull-ups didn't work for me? --- Links to all my stories can be found at https://abdlwriter.wordpress.com/

Daniel is a young man kept in permanent babyhood. When a chance discovery reveals the truth of the world and his position in it he is determined to "grow up". The question is whether his adopted mother and sister are ready to let him... --- Writing is my passion and my only source of income. If you enjoy my stories you may be interested to learn that you can see every update I post one week before the rest of the world with a $5 pledge on Patreon. For $10 you can see everything early AND 50 full length stories that can only be found on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages! The money I get goes to paying bills and putting food on the table so I appreciate all of my patrons and would appreciate anyone who might be interested in supporting me to check out my Patreon ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Training Daniel By Elfy Daniel rolled over and let out a little grunt as he stretched his legs. He could feel the diaper between his legs pushing his thighs apart, the padding was swollen from another night in his ever-present crib. Beneath him, underneath the soft cotton, a plastic sheet crackled as he moved. It was the usual noises of his nursery in the morning. “Wakey wakey, sleepyhead.” That was another familiar sound in Daniel’s nursery. It was his Mommy, Sarah. She was usually the one to wake him up in the morning which was fine with Daniel, it was preferable to his mean sister, Amber. They weren’t his real Mommy and sister, of course. Daniel’s real parents had been killed when he had been very young and it was Sarah, a friend of his biological mother who had taken him in. It had all happened when he was very little so he didn’t have any memories of his parents and his Mommy was never keen on discussing his family. Daniel slowly opened his eyes. The curtains had been opened and he was left blinking in the early morning sunlight as he adjusted to the world. The familiar white bars of his crib towered over him on all sides, above him a mobile which featured various farmyard animals wearing capes like superheroes. Beyond Daniel’s crib was his nursery. Something that hadn’t changed in his twenty years of life. It was primarily baby blue and white. His crib was on the opposite side of the room to the door, behind his head the long changing table stretched out underneath the window. On the opposite side of the room next to the door was his toys. A big chest filled with all the toys that he had accumulated, above that was the shelves filled with books for bed time. By the foot of the crib was the chest of drawers and closet filled with his clothes. “Did you have a good night?” Sarah asked as she stood on the release and lowered the side of the crib. Daniel nodded his head as he rubbed his sleepy eyes. He felt his mother leaning into the crib and instinctively spread his legs for the morning diaper check. It wasn’t a surprise to anyone that he was wet. He wet in his sleep every night, it was no big deal. There was something different about today though. Normally Daniel’s diaper checks involved a quick poke and a prod but today his mom’s hand lingered. As he finished rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he looked down at his crotch. His mom’s large hand was massaging the front of the diaper, the wet padding rubbing against his skin. “Mommy?” Daniel asked in a little voice. “That’s right, baby.” Sarah smiled warmly as her hand continued to dance against the padding, “It’s your milking day.” Daniel felt his heart leap a little. He had never been taught things like the days of the week, he never really knew what the date was or even what month fell in what season, he had only really learnt a little about the time of day from watching clocks. No one had taught him things like that, things men didn’t need to know. So Daniel never really knew when his scheduled milking days were, he had to just wait until they happened. The rubbing continued until Daniel let out a little moan and then it stopped abruptly. He sighed, it was always the way. His Mommy and sister liked teasing him at the best of times but it went into overdrive when it was time for his milking. It was as frustrating as it was exciting. They had started around the time he was eighteen and continued seemingly at random ever since. It was one reason he was kind of glad he didn’t live with his actual family because it would make all this a lot weirder! A lot of that frustration was down to the “toy” that was kept almost permanently locked on to Daniel’s private parts. A rubber chastity device wrapped around his penis like a cocoon. It was flexible enough but it prevented him from getting too excited, it meant that whenever he was teased in that area he could only feel a small amount of the sensation. The clear rubber was designed to only encase his dick though, the balls underneath were left uncovered and it was that area that the two women always seemed to focus on when teasing him. By the time Sarah had finished rubbing the front of the wet diaper Daniel was feeling a lot of frustration. His poor little penis strained against its rubber prison without being able to break out. The side of the crib came rattling down and Daniel held his arms out to be picked up by his Mommy. Daniel was clutched tightly to Sarah’s chest as he was taken across to his changing table. It was a little awkward with Sarah’s large chest meaning Daniel couldn’t lay flat against his Mommy. He wrapped his legs around her middle and his arms around her neck. With a grunt of effort Sarah lifted Daniel and sat him on the edge of table. He scooted back and laid down for his inevitable diaper change. He looked out of the window as the tapes were pulled away from the shiny front landing panel. The diaper slackened in stages until the last tape came free and the padding slid down a little. Sarah then opened the diaper up to the cool air of the nursery. Daniel had gone through more diaper changes than he could count. Not that he could count particularly highly, he always started having trouble when it got to double digits and he ran out of fingers to use. Usually the next stage would be the baby wipes but today was milking day and that meant there was a slight change of plans. With a gasp Daniel felt his Mommy gently rubbing the skin of his ball sack. He was always kept completely shaved down there for hygiene reasons and his skin was baby smooth. He closed his eyes as felt his Mommy’s fingers, they were so delicate at times it was hard to feel that they were there at all but the electric excitement was always present. “Do you like that?” Sarah asked happily. Daniel nodded his head. It was embarrassing but he couldn’t deny how it made him feel. Perhaps it was because his milking days often seemed so distant to one another but every time someone touched him between his legs it felt incredible. It was no wonder men were kept in diapers, they had to keep this whole area locked away in case someone brushed past them by accident. For several minutes Daniel was left writhing on his changing table as he was fondled by his Mommy. He wondered if other men had such strict milking days like he did, maybe he was one of the lucky ones and some people didn’t get milkings at all. That would be a disaster, it was one of the things Daniel looked forwards to most. “We better get you all padded up before we have an accident on our hands.” Sarah said when she finally pulled her hand away from Daniel’s crotch. Daniel sighed. He almost felt like he could feel his balls throbbing after all the attention, he ached for more but he knew from past experience that he could only expect further teasing until the prison around his penis came off. A fresh diaper was pulled off the small shelf below the padded top. Daniel heard it crinkling as it opened and as his legs were lifted up like they weighed nothing he turned to look out the window. There were a lot of downsides to men being inherently weaker than women but they certainly made diaper changes easier. When Daniel’s hips were lowered it was on to the open padding. The familiar feeling of a thick diaper wrapped up between his legs and over his caged genitals. Sarah flattened out the plastic over Daniel’s tummy and then taped it closed. The routine continued as Daniel lifted his arms again, he was picked up and sat on the edge of the table. With one hand on his chest to stop him from falling Sarah turned to some clothes that she had prepared from the previous night that were hanging over the back of the rocking chair in the corner. “A special outfit for a special day.” Sarah said. Daniel didn’t recognise the clothing. It must’ve been new. Whilst a lot of clothing was store bought a lot of his clothing was also made by his Mommy at home, she’d grown quite good at it but this was clearly one of her creations. Firstly a t-shirt was pulled over Daniel’s head. It was plain white and not particularly notable but the shortalls that came with them were very much created at home. They had once been plain but Sarah had been doing some embroidery. Now the large chest piece, rather than being blank was stitched with the words “Baby’s Milking Day!” “Isn’t it wonderful?” Sarah said effusively as she slipped Daniel’s legs into the correct holes and put him in the infantile clothing. “Yes Mommy.” Daniel said with a smile, “Thank you.” Daniel saw his Mommy leaning down to him and he instinctively lifted his arms. He was picked up under the arms and sat on his Mommy’s hip. He yawned and rubbed his eyes as he was carried downstairs, his legs dangled uselessly as the pair of them descended the steps. With everything in the house designed for the much taller females Daniel had always seen being carried around as a lucky privilege. Trying to climb up or down these stairs would be like trying to scale a mountain. The living room was already occupied when Daniel was carried in. Amber was sat on the couch. She was a couple of years older than Daniel but the differences between them made it seem much larger. She was seven feet tall and had inherited her mother’s large breasts. She was pretty but mean, especially towards Daniel, and seemed to take great pleasure in embarrassing him whenever she got the chance. She always seemed to go even harder on milking days. “You play in your pen alright?” Sarah said as she placed Daniel into the fenced area. She walked over and turned on the television. Bright cartoons starting dancing across the screen, “I’m going to get breakfast ready.” “Yes Mommy.” Daniel replied. As Daniel settled into place in the pen he reflected on life and the society that he really didn’t see a lot of. He was small, even for a male, at five-feet tall he was towered over by his Mommy and “sister.” Women were always taller than men but in this family it seemed to run to extremes, the women were taller than average and the men were shorter. Amber was seven-feet tall and Daniel’s Mommy was eight-feet. The difference in height was only made starker because Daniel was always on the floor. He was too weak to walk and he was kept that way on purpose. He very occasionally saw men walking on television but his Mommy assured him that was the exception rather than the norm. Most men were kept weak and were treated like babies. They also seemed to be kept at home a lot, Daniel had rarely been allowed to explore beyond the backyard. Whilst Amber went to school throughout her childhood Daniel was kept at home, beyond the absolute basics like speech Daniel was kept ignorant. Daniel didn’t like the way things were if he was honest. He always felt so jealous of Amber whenever she went out with friends or to work. His days consisted of sitting around in his diapers, playing and watching cartoons. A monotonous life that was occasionally broken up by special events such as… “Milking day, huh?” Amber said with a sneer, “Lucky boy.” Daniel blushed a little and looked down at the floor. He always felt embarrassed when people brought up his “milkings” even if he looked forward to them a lot. He especially didn’t like when Amber brought it up. Amber stood up and walked around to the playpen’s gate. She helped herself inside and Daniel tried his best to ignore her presence. She walked around until she stood in front of him and put her hands on her hips. Daniel looked at some of his toys on the floor and tried not to let his sister know how he was so intimidated. It didn’t work. Just as Daniel was starting to wonder what was going to happen he felt Amber’s foot against the front of his shortalls. The foot rested on the bulging front of his diaper and he immediately winced, it didn’t hurt because Amber wasn’t putting any pressure behind it but that didn’t stop the clear threat. “It’s a good thing we keep this locked up.” Amber stated as she prodded down with her foot a couple of times, “I bet it would be going off everywhere if we didn’t.” Daniel didn’t think that was fair but all he could do was scoot backwards on his padded rear to get away from the foot. He turned away from his sister with red cheeks and looked over to a simple jigsaw puzzle. He pulled it over, anything to get away from Amber’s mocking. He couldn’t go far, of course, the bars of the playpen made sure of that. “I think I’ll go out for a walk today.” Amber said airily. She made it sound like an idle thought but Daniel knew it was aimed at him, “Maybe meet some friends and go see a movie. Ooh, I hear Damage Limitation are in town, maybe I could score some tickets…” Daniel ducked his head. One of Amber’s favourite games was taunting him by talking about what she could do and what he could not. All he could do was pout and hope his sister got bored soon. When Amber suddenly stepped up to him and reached over his shoulder he was surprised, he nearly fell over as her hand went down to his diaper and squeezed the front. “Or maybe I should stay in after all.” Amber said with a small giggle, “It is your special day after all. Who knows when the next one will be?” Daniel tried to suppress a small moan as he felt Amber’s hand rub against him. The rubber toy encasing his sensitive parts did a good job of stopping most of the sensations getting through but he could still feel the pressure. His balls in particular enjoyed rubbing against the soft and smooth padding of the inner diaper. “Ugh…” A small moan escaped Daniel’s mouth. His little man was trying to stand at attention but the toy made it difficult. It wasn’t painful but it was uncomfortable. “Breakfast is ready.” Sarah called out from the kitchen. Amber withdrew her hand. She laughed as Daniel reached out his hands to be picked up, it would be a lot better than having to crawl all the way out to the dining table. He was disappointed as Amber shook her head and walked away. Daniel scowled after her. He had no option but to get on his hands and knees and scurry out towards the kitchen. Everything was so much bigger than Daniel already but when he crawled around like this it was more pronounced than ever before. He went down the long hallway to the kitchen where Amber was already sat at the table, she was leaning back in her chair and smirking as Daniel came in. He crawled around to his highchair and waited on the floor, there was no way he could climb up into it without help. “Upsy daisy.” Sarah said as she lifted Daniel up. --- If you've enjoyed this and want to find out what happens next you can do so RIGHT NOW on the links below! https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/luzh7bq3yj/chapter/2b197e1d-bf4e-46d5-a3c2-1e93f4a6a0fa https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1268609

Cool!😃 Big hugs!

I'm getting my nappie change tomorrow . Really looking forward to it

I think most adult babies would prefer having their diaper changed, legs lifted tush wiped clean and giving a nice diaper pat when your all diapered clean and sucking your paci the whole time

I guess it'd feel more babyish

You've answered your own question: Burning “good” in the pursuit of “better” is a risky strategy 🤣 In my more cynical moments (and my baseline level of cynicism is fairly high to being with) I suspect that the secret to a successful marriage is low expectations. Whilst I myself know for a fact that I am a tungsten monument to perfection 🤣, I accept that my befuddled beloved may misconstrue her bedazzlement at my wonder as flaws on my part and yet she (largely) overlooks them. For my part, I’ve learned to accept that there are aspects to her that will simply never, ever improve. For example, irrespective of lecture, learnings or lived experience, she has zero mechanical sympathy for any device that she uses and consequentially is continually breaking stuff (cue the standard disclaimers: “It just fell off”, “It was like that when I found it” and “Why does everything bad that happens have to be my fault?”) We put up with each other’s imperfections and look at the relationship in terms of its overall balance sheet. If we’d expected an uninterrupted “hearts and flowers” frolic through a field of perpetual nirvana-like state of bliss the union would have carked it on the first rubbish bin night. The nappies are a huge number in the "debit" column however. She’ll trash a washing machine and a mattress every year and nymphomania sounds like a lot of work to me 🤣 Well it's a bit better if you're not the only idiot on the special bus to crazy town 🤣 I'm trying very hard not to regret it but my beloved has other ideas.

You’re a realist. Not me, I’m convinced there’s a gorgeous, bed-wetting, nymphomaniac in my future. Just have to keep my eyes open.

Sorry for the delay again. I guess I should not write checks that I can't cash when it comes to self-imposed deadlines on posting chapters that I have not even begun to write yet. I probably should have said in my first post for this story that there will be some strong language in this story at times. If I had to give this story a TV rating overall, it would be TV-M for language. Other than that, I would consider it SFW. Chapter 7 I woke the next morning to Rachael asking if I needed more morphine. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I nod yes. Rachael injected me with the syringe of morphine, and another syringe of the nausea medicine, and started my feeding tube. I turn to my left to see that both my parents are already here. My attention snaps back to Rachael saying, “Will, you have a busy day ahead of you, let’s go ahead and get you weighed and measured.” “OK,” I said. I started to slowly get out of bed and my dad was already by my side to get my I.V. situated and helped me to my feet. I felt a weakness in my legs and was struggling to move this morning more than in the past few days. My mom, seeing me struggle, asked, “Will, how do you feel this morning?” I said, “I just feel really tired and weak.” “I'm sorry you feel so bad, hopefully, the doctors at the Mayo Clinic will help you get better soon,” my Mom said. “I hope so too,” I said. We made our way to the nurse station and Rachael weighed and measured me. Before my dad could ask Rachael said, “Alright Will, you weigh a 112 pounds and are 5 foot 4 and ½ inches tall this morning;” pausing for a second, she said, “We should be getting you ready for transport in the next hour or two. I will come check on you in a little bit to flush your feeding tube and get you ready.” I slowly make it to my room with my parents on either side of me. I gingerly get back into bed as my mom plugs my I.V. pump back in for me. My mom turned to me and asked, “I was going to pack up all your belongings to bring to the Mayo Clinic with us so you don’t have to worry about it while being transported there. Is there anything other than your backpack and toiletries that I am missing?” “Besides my stuff on the table, that is everything,” I said. She said, “OK, I will make sure I have everything to bring to the other hospital for you.” I said, “Thanks, I'm going to go ahead and brush my teeth before you pack everything up.” I got back out of bed as my mom unplugged the I.V. pump again for me and slowly made my way into the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and as I was brushing my teeth, I noticed that my nails were very long. Looking in my toiletry bag, I found my nail clippers and was able to get my nails down to a manageable length. I sat on the toilet seat, pulled my socks out, and saw that my toenails were in need of trimming too, and decided to trim them while I was at it. I came back out of the bathroom to my mom waiting to help me back into bed. Once getting settled in bed I watched as my mom started packing all my belongings up. My dad then spoke up saying, “Will, is there anything in particular that you want to watch on TV?” “No, not really,” I said. My dad then said, “Sports Center it is then.” I lay in bed half-heartedly watching TV and dozing in and out of consciousness. Sometime later, I was alerted to Rachael walking into the room. “Alright Will, I’m going to flush your feeding tube and disconnect your I.V. to make it easier for being transported to the Mayo Clinic,” Rachael said. I nodded and watched her flush my feeding tube, disconnect my I.V., and throw everything away. Rachael then said, “Someone should be here soon to bring you downstairs to an ambulance for transport.” I said, “OK” “Will, I hope they find out what is going on and you get better soon,” Rachael said. “Me too, sorry about the whole bathroom and pain medicine incident the other day,” I said. In a serious voice, Rachael said, “Will, that was nothing to be embarrassed about, I have to deal with a lot worse and would not be a nurse if I could not handle it.” I said, “OK, thanks for looking after me.” “Certainly Will,” Rachael said with a smile. My mom then chimed in, ”Thank you, Rachael.” “No problem, I hope you all have a better week this week than last,” Rachael said. Around 15 minutes after Rachael left, an orderly came into my room pushing a wheelchair. He asked, “Are you William Gauss?” I said, “Yes.” “OK, I’m here to bring you downstairs for transport,” he said. I nodded and slowly started getting out of bed. My parents were already up and by my side. My dad hugged me and said, “We should be at the Mayo Clinic shortly after you get there. I love you.” My mom then hugged me and with a kiss on the cheek said, “I love you, sweetheart, we will see you in a little bit.” As I was sitting down in the wheelchair I said, “I love y’all too.” My parents both waved to me as I was being wheeled out of the room. The orderly wheeled to the elevator and we rode it down to the ground floor. He then pushed through the back of the emergency department to what looked like an exit. Waiting for me at the exit was a stretcher and a tall paramedic wearing a dark blue uniform with EMS patches on the shoulders of his sleeves. As the wheelchair came to a stop he said, “You must be William Gauss, my name is Matt and I will be your ride to the Mayo Clinic.” I nodded and he and the orderly helped me out of the wheelchair and onto the stretcher. As the orderly was leaving, Matt turned to me and said, “I’m going to strap you down so we don’t have to worry about you falling off the stretcher during transport.” I nodded and Matt processed to run a strap over my sternum, my waist, and then my thighs. Matt then said, “You're all set, let's get you loaded up for transport.” He pushed me through the double doors and out into the bright Arizona sun. As my eyes adjust to the harsh light, I see the ambulance parked about 30 feet from the doors and a short Latino man also wearing a paramedic uniform walking towards us. As he met up with us he said, “My name is Ernesto and I will be your driver today.” They both loaded the stretcher into the back of the ambulance and as it was pushed all the way in I could hear and feel what must have been it locking into place. As Matt was getting into the back to sit beside me, Ernesto said, “We should have you at the Mayo Clinic in about 30 minutes, if you need anything let Matt know.” He closed the back doors and a few seconds later I could hear what must have been the front driver door opening and closing. Moments later I could feel the ambulance start moving forward. Matt turned to me and said, “Do you prefer to go by William or Will?” I said, “Will is fine.” “Alright Will, just relax and we will have you there in no time,” he said. Nodding, I relaxed my body against the restraints and let my mind wander as I felt the movement of the ambulance and the sound of the tires against the road. Sometime later, I felt the one thing that I didn’t want to feel on this trip, I had to poop. Thinking to myself ‘CRAP!’ as I turned my head to Matt. I asked, “How much longer until we get to the Mayo Clinic?” Matt said, “About 10 more minutes, is there something wrong?” “I have to go to the bathroom really bad,” I said. Matt then said, “Try and hold it if you can but if you have an accident it will be OK.” I nodded but turned my full attention to holding back my bowels. The minutes seemed to drag on as I put all of my energy into clenching my butt cheeks together. I felt the ambulance turn and with that motion, some poop slipped out; moments later the battle was lost as I felt my body force the rest of my bowels out. I could feel it spread out all over my bottom, moving up my lower back, forward in my underwear covering my genitals, and down my thighs. I turned to Matt with flushed cheeks and said, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold it.” Matt gently placed his hand on my shoulder and with a look of concern and pity, he said, “It’s OK Will, as soon as we get to the hospital, we will help you get cleaned up.” I nodded but looked away in shame, as I lay in what felt like a gallon of pluff mud and smelled like a paper mill. A couple of minutes later, I felt the ambulance come to a stop, and moments later, Ernesto was opening the back doors. Matt hopped out the back and they both pulled the stretcher out of the back of the ambulance. Matt took over and quickly pushed me into what I imagine is the ambulance entrance to the emergency room at the Mayo Clinic. As we make our way through the double doors into a hallway, we are met with an average-height Latino woman with shoulder-length hair, in gray scrubs. With a smile, she approached us and said, “You must be William, my name is Rosie and I will be your nurse.” I just nodded and looked down at my lap. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Matt gesture to Rosie and they both stepped away to have a quiet conversation. A few moments later, Rosie walked back up to me and said, “OK Will, Matt, and I are going to take you straight to your room on the stretcher, once there, I will help you out of your clothes so you can take a shower.” I just nodded and continued to look at my lap. A second later, Matt was pushing the stretcher and following Rosie down the hallways. After a few turns and trying my best to avoid eye contact with passers-by, we arrived at an elevator. We got on the elevator and luckily it was only the three of us, but in the enclosed space, the smell was back with a vengeance. A minute later we were off the elevator and going down another hallway. After passing what I assume is a nurse’s station, I was wheeled into a room. Matt immediately started undoing the straps, while I saw Rosie place what looked to be a large incontinence bed pad on the floor beside the stretcher. Rosie and Matt then helped me off the stretcher to stand on top of the pad. Rosie said, “Matt, at the nurse’s station, is cleaning supplies and you can throw the fitted sheet away there.” Matt said, “OK, Will, I hope you feel better soon.” Matt rolled the stretcher back out of the room and shut the door behind him. Rosie then turned to me and said, “Will, your clothes are a lost cause so I’m going to cut them off of you and then help with a rough cleanup before letting you take a shower.” In a quiet voice, I said, “OK.” Rosie took some scissors out of her pocket and then cut the pants leg of my sweatpants from the waistband all the way down to the cuff. My pants were discarded in a pile between my legs and then she did the same with my underwear. She grabbed a bunch of large wet wipes and then began to wipe down my back, butt, legs, and embarrassingly my genitals too. She let my hospital gown fall back to my knees again and then said, “Let's go into the bathroom so that you can get into the shower.” I followed Rosie into the bathroom with flushed cheeks and she started the shower, then said, “Alright Will, there is soap and shampoo in the shower already, towels and washcloths are right here,” pointing to the towel rack beside the shower, “you can leave your gown on the floor and I will have another gown and socks for you on the counter waiting for you by the time you are done.” I nodded with my cheek still flushed from what was one of the most embarrassing moments of my adult life. Rosie walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I immediately stripped out of the gown and threw it on the floor, then pulled my socks off and threw them on top of the gown. Testing the water with my right hand, I stepped into the shower once the temperature was warm enough. I let the water cascade down my body as I watch as slightly brown water goes down the drain. Once the water was relatively clear, I took a washcloth and soap and scrubbed my body thoroughly from the neck down. Once the soap was rinsed off, I turned the water off and grabbed a towel to dry off. Stepping out of the shower, I see that Rosie has left the new gown and socks on the counter. I put the gown on and struggled to tie the ties in the back. After finally getting the gown on right, I sit on the toilet seat lid to put on my socks. I stepped out of the bathroom to see that my parents made it here. My dad walked up to me with a pair of folded pajama bottoms and underwear, and said, “Well, I always said you were full of crap when you were a teenager, but I never meant literally.” My mom quickly shouted, “George!” Smiling at my dad trying to make light of an embarrassing situation, I said, “I'm surprised that my eyes haven’t turned brown yet.” With a chuckle, he handed me the pajamas and underwear, and I turned back around to head into the bathroom. Closing the door, I slipped on the underwear and as I was trying to guide my feet into the pajamas, I lost my balance. Like a sack of potatoes, I landed straight on my left shoulder and yelled out in pain, “MOTHERFUCKER!” As I am lying on the floor in pain, my dad comes rushing into the bathroom. “Will, are you alright!” my dad said in a scared voice. In an angry voice, I said, “Yeah, I just lost my damn balance trying to get dressed.” “Let me help you and get you into bed,” my dad said. My dad then put a hand under each of my armpits and lifted me from the floor to my feet. He then helped me pull my pajama bottoms up to my waist. We walked out of the bathroom with my dad having one of his arms wrapped around my torso, guiding me to the bed. Looking at the bed, I see that the covers are pulled back and there is an incontinence pad lying over the fitted sheet. Thinking to myself, ‘I guess they don’t want to chance it after my grand entrance,’ I get into bed and pull the covers over me, hearing a slight crinkle from the pad as I shift around to get comfortable. I looked around the hospital room and saw that it was not much different than the room at St. Luke’s. The room is a little bigger, and there is a couch that is up against the windows to my left, a recliner directly to my left that my mom is sitting in, and a straight-back chair to my right. As my dad was taking a seat on the couch, my mom said to me, “Will, I know you are not having a good day today. I just wanted to let you know that I called the math department and spoke to someone named Amy. I let her know what was going on and that you were at the Mayo Clinic. She said that she would talk to all your professors and let them know. She also told me not to worry about your assistantship either. Depending on how long it takes for you to get better, she said that we could do a medical withdrawal and you can return either this summer or fall if need be.” With a sigh of relief, I said, “OK,” pausing for a second, I asked, “What are you doing about work?” “I’m taking PTO right now, but if I have to, I can file for FMLA and get up to 12 weeks off. But don’t worry about me and since your father retired early last year, we plan on staying here until you are better. I already got Stanley to check on the house for us and get the mail. Just worry about you right now. OK,” my mom said. “OK,” I said. A few minutes later, Rosie walked in carrying a bag of fluids, a bag for my feeding tube, and a couple of syringes. Setting everything down on a small table to my left, she said, “Will, I’m going to start your noon feeding and start you back on fluids. How are your pain levels right now?” “The morphine is starting to wear off and it probably doesn’t help that I fell on my shoulder early,” I said. With a look of concern, she said, “You fell, what were you doing to fall?” I said, “I was trying to get dressed and lost my balance.” She then said, “I will be right back,” and walked out of the room. A minute later, Rosie was walking back in. “Will, with you falling earlier, I am going to have to classify you as a fall-risk patient. Can I see your left hand?” I held out my left hand and Rosie put a bright yellow plastic bracelet around my wrist with the words ‘FALL RISK’ written boldly on it. Rosie then said, “Please make sure someone is with you anytime you need to get out of bed. If your parents are not here, please press the call button and someone will be here as soon as possible.” I said, “OK.” Rosie then turned to my parents and said, “Please make sure you help Will with getting dressed, or me or another nurse could help. We do not want him to get hurt.” My mom responded, “Of course, his father will help from now on.” Rosie turned her attention back to the table of supplies and started to hang the I.V. fluid bag and feeding bag. She hooked the fluids to my I.V. and connected the feeding bag to my feeding tube. She then took the two syringes and injected them into my I.V. After throwing the two empty syringes away, Rosie said, “Your team of doctors should be seeing you in a couple of hours. Let me know if you need anything in the meantime.” On that note she walked out of the room and with the morphine taking full effect, I fell asleep. I woke up to my mom lightly shaking my shoulder and saying, “The doctors are here to see you.” I look at the foot of my bed and see three doctors. The first one is a woman who looks to be in her late thirties with long blonde hair and blue eyes. The second doctor is a tall man in his early forties, that looks to be Indian with short black hair and brown eyes. The third doctor is a short man with balding brown hair and brown eyes, that looks to be in his fifties. The Indian doctor spoke first and said, “I’m Dr. Kutner and I specialize in diagnostic medicine.” Pointing to the woman on his right, he said, “This is Dr. Cameron and she specializes in autoimmune diseases.” Pointing to the man on his left, he said, “And this is Dr. Taub and he specializes in genetics.” Dr. Cameron then asked, “Will, we have been reviewing your case and would like for you to go over your symptoms with us again.” I then spend the next ten minutes going over all my symptoms and what has happened to me over the past week. Dr. Kutner then said, “I'm going to do a physical exam of you, is that alright?” I said, “Sure.” He proceeded to listen to my heart and lungs and poke and prod all over my body. At the same time, Dr. Taub turned to my parents and said, “You all must be Will’s parents?” My mom responded, “Yes I’m Elana, and this is his father, George.” Dr. Taub said, “I wish we could be meeting under better circumstances, but it is nice to meet you all.” Dr. Kutner, now finishing his exam, stepped back and said, “Will, I not seeing anything abnormal in your physical exam and your lymph nodes feel normal which confirms that we are still most likely not dealing with an infection.” My dad asked, “What is the plan for figuring this out?” Dr. Kutner said, “We plan on drawing some blood samples today to begin running tests. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day for Will. He will have a full body CT scan and X-ray done, to see if anything changed since his last. He will also have an MRI of some key areas of his body and I will be performing a biopsy on a few of his joints tomorrow afternoon.” Dr. Cameron followed up with, “With the blood samples, I will start looking at other types of autoimmune diseases that Dr. Wilson could have missed and with tomorrow's tests, could shed light on which direction we should be looking in.” “With one of the blood samples, I will start sequencing Will’s DNA, and see if there are any genetic abnormalities that pop up. Hopefully, if there is anything to find, we can find it quickly, but with how large the human genome is, it could take some time,” Dr Taub said. “I will be supporting both Dr. Cameron and Dr. Taub, but I also will be exploring other avenues in trying to diagnose what is causing your symptoms. Do you have any questions?” Dr. Kutner said. I said, “No.” “Get some rest, Will, we will see you tomorrow,” Dr. Kutner replied. As they were walking out of my room, my mom said, “I feel better already after meeting the doctors.” My dad then said, “Yeah, it seems like they have a game plan together and are attacking this from all angles. How do you feel, Will?” I said, “Better, I still hope they figure this out quickly.” A moment later Rosie walked in carrying a caddy of empty vials, and what looked to be a needle and tourniquet. Walking over to the right side of my bed, she sat the caddy on the bed beside me and said, “Will, it seems that the doctors want a lot of blood samples, I’m going to draw blood from your right arm, OK.” I nodded and held out my arm and Rosie tied the tourniquet around my upper arm and began to draw vial after vial until the whole caddy was full of blood samples. After throwing the used needle and tourniquet away, Rosie said, “That should be the last of the blood samples that they would need today. I will be back at 6 to start the last of your feeding for the day and give you more morphine if you need it. Let me know if you need anything else before then.” Rosie walked out of my room with the caddy in hand and it did not take me long to fall back asleep. I woke up twice before the night, one to go to the bathroom with the help of my dad, and the other to get more morphine and the last feeding of the day. I fell back to sleep shortly after getting the morphine. I woke up to it being dark outside and my joints screaming in agony.

Chapter 21: Beyond My Imagination I wasn't in a hurry as I biked back home from Emma's place after saying my goodbyes and setting up a tentative plan for me to come over tomorrow afternoon. My feet pedaled slowly as my bike meandered down the side of the road, but my mind was racing. I simply couldn't get the image of Hannah's pull-ups out of my mind. It was one thing to see pictures of the pull-ups on all the advertisements I had spotted in magazines and newspapers. It was something entirely else to see what they looked like in person. And the pictures had not done them justice. I had been unable to take my eyes off Hannah every time her skirt had lifted up to reveal what she had euphemistically referred to as her absorbent underwear. I simply had to have them. Yes, I had managed to wait about three years so far, but even waiting another three days now felt nearly impossible. When I'd followed Emma up the driveway to her house, passing the spot where Hannah had seemed to have stopped and peed herself, the black pavement had been completely dry. I'd seen Hannah drink enough water that she must have had a sizeable accident, but the pull-up seemed to have been more than absorbent enough to handle it. While the size ranges listed in the ads for the pull-ups had suggested that I wouldn't have any issue fitting into them, there was now zero doubt that the pull-ups would work for me. I estimated that Hannah's pant sizes were one or two larger than mine. Any fears about having grown too big to wear the pull-ups were now fully assuaged. I was going to see Hannah one more time tomorrow, and then, who knew if our paths would ever cross again? If I had met her in any other way, if Hannah hadn't been my best friend's cousin, perhaps I could have discussed bedwetting with her, even in spite of the discomfort I felt around her weird behaviors. But that topic had to be off-limits with her. I didn't have any faith that Hannah would be able to keep that secret from Emma. Perhaps, like that time with my cousins all those years ago, I could corner Hannah for a bit while she was alone and see if I couldn't manage to dredge out some more details about her bedwetting, daytime accidents, and pull-ups. For the briefest of moments, I actually toyed again with the idea of wetting my pants during the day in front of my parents. There was no way that couldn't result in being required to wear pull-ups during the day like her. But I realized now that hiding that I was wearing pull-ups in the day would be incredibly difficult. Even if I avoided shorts, skirts, or other things that might make the pull-up become visible, the crinkling sound alone could be a dead giveaway to someone familiar with that sound. Time was running out quickly. I would need to get the pull-ups soon enough before my birthday so that I could prove to my parents that they worked. I needed them to allow me to have the sleepover, and I couldn't quit bedwetting now, not after all the progress that I had made. But with Mom's comments the other night about how she wasn't ever going to force me to wear diapers, I had no choice but to take the initiative if I was to ever get those pull-ups. As the bike ride home continued, I silently mouthed my way through a half-dozen different scenarios before I turned to pull into the driveway, desperately searching for the magic phrase that, if used on my parents, would convince them to purchase pull-ups for me without any hesitation. But none of my arguments felt quite right. I had to find good excuses for the questions I was asking. It couldn't be that I was asking for pull-ups out of the blue. I had to have an explanation for what inspired the request. The only thing I'd settled on so far was that the movie we had watched the other night would be the ideal way to open up the discussion; I could act as though that had given me the idea that this was even something that could be done to handle bedwetting. But how to get from that to the specific bedwetting pull-ups that I wanted to wear? I suddenly had an idea. Once I was back in the driveway, I tapped in the five-digit code to open the garage door so I could put my bike away. When I entered the couch from the garage, which led right into the kitchen, I ran across Mom prepping something for dinner. She was hunched over a cutting board in the corner of the room. "Mom," I asked, "I didn't have a chance to finish that newest Reader's Digest? Where did you put it?" She answered without looking up from her work, though she did stop chopping with her knife. "It's in the basket next to the couch." I retrieved my prize and retreated to my bedroom. With the door closed behind me, I flipped rapidly through the tiny magazine until, at last, I came across the advertisement I had seen earlier in the week. My parents knew that these pull-ups were an option. But they were so adamantly against them that they had even gone to the length of reassuring me that they wouldn't make me wear them. Was it simply that they thought I didn't want to wear them? Had my sister perhaps reacted negatively to the suggestion of wearing pull-ups a long time ago? If that was the explanation, perhaps all I had to do was indicate to my parents that I would be OK with trying out the pull-ups. But even then, I had to go about it in the right way. I couldn't have my parents thinking that I wanted to wear those pull-ups, but perhaps I could frame it as wanting to go on a sleepover so badly that I'd be willing to try anything to make it happen, even something I wasn't keen on, such as pull-ups. That could do. That could be a successful angle of attack. I would use the movie we had watched the other night as an opening to bring up the topic of diapers, then I would conveniently mention the ad I had seen in the magazine. I'd have to make sure I didn't sound thrilled about the idea, but if I could come across as desperately willing to try anything so that I could have the sleepover, that surely had to be enough to win my parents over. But first, I needed to wait until the pills had run their course. Two more nights of wetting the bed should do the trick for that. Then, once the doctor's appointment was over, I would make my move. Perhaps, if I was lucky enough, the doctor would bring up the idea of pull-ups unprompted. I breathed a sigh of relief and flopped backward onto the bed, stretching out on my back. I didn't mind the crinkling sound that the new mattress made. It reminded me in a way of how the pull-ups had sounded when I had been wearing them three years ago and of the sounds I had heard all yesterday afternoon when Hannah had been walking or running next to me. Everything would be simple once my parents were buying pull-ups for me. Continuing the ruse of bedwetting would be as easy as peeing in a pull-up most nights, rather than the charade of going down to the basement after midnight to toss in my bedding. And there would be no need to fake that I was having headaches from the anti-bedwetting pills in the morning. For times when I was away from home – whether for sleepovers or for the soccer camp I'd have later in the summer — I could leave whatever pull-ups were packed with me safe in the bottom of my suitcase, letting my parents think that the bedwetting issue was resolved without actually needing to risk having anyone discover my secret. And I wouldn't have to wet the bed every night. I could allow for a few nights a week when I would remain dry, but then I could save those unused pull-ups to be used during the day to continue the experiments I wanted to conduct with wetting my pants while I was awake. And I'd have the house all to myself to do that. <><><> My nighttime routine followed the same pattern as the past couple of days. My water intake was heavily monitored. I wasn't given quite as much to drink after dinner and only was allowed a small amount to sip on afterward. I made up for it by drinking from my tap-water filled bottle in my bedroom. And I was again given the anti-bedwetting pills. Mom stayed in the room, watching as I placed them in my mouth and washed them down with a small glass of water. I had considered the idea of faking that I had taken the pills and just flushing them down the toilet, but that wasn't possible with how she had stuck around to make sure I had actually taken my medication. If I could have avoided taking the pills, that would have allowed me to wet the bed normally. Mom again reminded me that I was to not drink anything more than the tiniest sip of water now that I had taken the pills. The sternness of the warning was such that there wasn't any scenario where I was going to disobey her. And then there was the reminder to use the toilet before bed. With Mom and Grace around when that reminder was given, there was no way to fake using the toilet, either. All of that meant that there wasn't any way I was going to be able to actually pee in the bed tonight. That was a supreme disappointment. It felt like forever since the last time I had actually peed myself, though in reality, only a little more than a day had passed since I had intentionally wet my pants while in the laundry room on Friday afternoon. I weighed my options: toss everything in the washing machine tonight or wet the bed when I woke up in the morning. As much as I didn't want to deal with having to take my wet bedding down to the basement in the morning, the urge to sleep was irresistible. <><><> The prediction of Sunday being a rainy day turned out to be correct. As Grace was out with her friends, Mom drove me over to Emma's place. I had woken up to an actual headache this morning, and for once I didn't have to fake how miserable I was feeling until the Tylenol kicked in. I didn't have any issues with getting myself to pee when I woke up, and I found myself once again lying in a puddle of urine in my bed for about twenty minutes until I decided that it was time to head downstairs. I nearly managed to take my bedding to the laundry room without running into anyone, only to have Grace unexpectedly pop out around the corner after I had gone down the stairs to the basement. I had attempted to at least wrap up my sheets so that the wet spots weren't visible on the outside, but in my surprise at coming across my older sister in the basement, I dropped everything I was holding, and the sheets unraveled to reveal the spots where they had gotten soaked with urine. That had led to an awkward moment as I scrambled to pick up the evidence of my wet bed while Grace awkwardly excused herself to head past me and go upstairs. "How are you holding up?" Mom asked, once I had gotten into the car. She was all buckled with the key in the ignition, but she hadn't taken the car out of park yet. "Fine." "How's your head doing?" "Better." Mom sighed. "We've got your doctor's appointment setup first thing Monday morning. I'm sure they will be able to figure out what might be causing the bedwetting you've been dealing with." "It better be something that doesn't give me headaches in the morning." "Just one more night of the pills, and I won't make you take any more if they don't work, OK?" I nodded in response, and Mom finally shifted the minivan into reverse and backed out of the driveway. The drive over to Emma's place was quick, and nothing further was said about the bedwetting or the doctor's appointment. Mom pulled up as far as she could in my friend's driveway, so that I would have to be out in the rain for long. <><><> Hannah was wearing another Harry Potter-themed shirt this afternoon. It made me begin to wonder if she had anything else in her wardrobe. She was already holding open the front door for me as soon as I was getting out of the passenger side of the minivan. I managed to not get completely soaked during my short sprint up the front steps and into the house. I had wondered if it would be difficult for me to tell if Hannah was wearing a pull-up today since, from Emma's tale about how Hannah had peed on the couch, it seemed as though she didn't necessarily wear them all the time. But it became obvious right away that Hannah was wearing a pull-up. Her Harry Potter T-shirt barely made it down to her waist. She was fine if she was just standing still, but as soon as she reached up to hold the door open, the shirt lifted up to reveal about an inch of the pull-up sticking out above her loose-fitting shorts. "We're all set. Emma helped me get the movie set up on the TV," Hannah said as soon as the door shut behind me. "This is all your fault," Emma muttered to me after Hannah had raced off toward the family room where the TV was located without waiting for a response from me. "What is all my fault?" I asked as I slipped out of my shoes. "I'd finally managed to convince her that I wasn't interested in Harry Potter, and then you had to encourage her yesterday and she hasn't shut up about it since. She's already gotten through the first two movies this morning. All she's done today is sit in front of the TV." I followed Emma toward the family room. I said hello to Emma's mom on the way over. She was talking with two people who I assumed were Hannah's Mom and Dad. "Does Hannah have any siblings?" I asked Emma. "No. Thank goodness," Emma said. "I couldn't handle more than one of her." Hannah was sitting in the middle of the room in front of the couch when Emma and I walked in. Her eyes were already glued to the TV, where the movie adaptation of the third Harry Potter book was queued up to start. I figured this wouldn't be so bad. I didn't enjoy the movies as much as the books, but they were still a fun way to pass the time. And it would certainly beat the interrogation I had gotten from Hannah yesterday afternoon. But I wasn't even able to enjoy the movie. Hannah didn't seem to have the ability to stay quiet for long. She was constantly talking over the movie, either sharing trivia about it or commenting on how she didn't like some parts that weren't similar to the book. Emma was instead focused intently on her phone. I could see her scrolling through TikTok from the corner of my eye. She didn't even have her headphones in, either. Even though the volume was set low, I could also hear the annoying music from whatever she was watching. I found myself picking absentmindedly at my nails again. I was getting really annoyed. All I wanted to do was watch the movie in peace and quiet. I found my eyes drifting downward to where Hannah was sitting in front of me. Her shirt wasn't doing a good job of hiding the pull-up. Even though I had previously foresworn the idea of looking for her pull-ups at Emma's house, and even though I was on track to potentially have pull-ups of my own in a few days, I couldn't help but want to get my hands on some as soon as possible. Every warning I had given myself about it being too much of a risk was washed away by an intense, uncontrollable urge to find and put on one of Hannah's pull-ups. I wanted nothing more than to put one on, and I simply couldn't wait any longer. All I needed was to find the right excuse to have a chance to explore Emma's bedroom upstairs. If that is where Hannah was sleeping every night, there had to be pull-ups in her luggage there. We were forty-five minutes into the movie when it was interrupted by the now-familiar sound of Hannah's watch going off. "Pause it," Hannah yelled to her cousin as she went off toward the bathroom. I realized right then that this was my chance to do a little exploring. With the bathroom on the main floor occupied, I had an excuse to head upstairs to the other bathroom there. "I really need to go, too," I said as I stood up from the couch. "I'm going to run upstairs." Emma nodded silently, but didn't look away from her phone. The layout of Emma's house was exactly the same as mine, as if the company that had developed our neighborhood had simply hit copy and paste hundreds of times as the homes were built. But that also meant that I knew where everything was. I hadn't completely lied to Emma. I did need to pee slightly, but not nearly so badly as to need to rush all the way upstairs to do so. What I wanted to do was take a look in Hannah's suitcase, which I assumed would be in Emma's bedroom, where Hannah had been sleeping on the floor. But first, there was something I wanted to check in the upstairs bathroom. After arriving upstairs, I discreetly peeked into each of the bedrooms, confirming that I was completely alone. I set a timer on my phone to make sure I remembered to head back downstairs in a reasonable amount of time. I stepped into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet without lifting up the cover and cautiously opened up the lid to the trash can set next to it. At the top of the pile of garbage were a half-dozen wet wipes and one of the bedwetting pull-ups Hannah had been wearing the other day. The pull-up hadn't been rolled up particularly well. I could see inside it easily. The previously white padding had expanded and turned yellow. I wondered how frequently she was having accidents. But what caught my eye was what was beneath the pull-up. I shook the trashcan a little so that the pull-up moved away to the side. No way was I actually going to be reaching in to touch anything. Underneath the pull-up was a diaper, one different from anything I had seen before. One thing was immediately clear. This was not a baby diaper. That was obvious because it didn't have any of the colorful designs that had been on the diapers my younger brother had worn. There were no pictures of smiling animals or cartoon characters wearing their own diapers. Instead, the diaper was mostly white. The one similarity it shared with the baby diapers Jackson had worn was that there was a wetness indicator running down the middle, and if I was reading it correctly, the diaper had most certainly been wet before it had been discarded. But there were other signs as well. Unlike every diaper and pull-up I had seen before, the material of the diaper didn't appear soft. There was a silky-smooth plastic look to it. I wondered what it would feel like, but couldn't bring myself to touch it. The most obvious sign that this wasn't a baby diaper was how large it was. There was no way this would have fit on a baby – and there weren't any in this house. This had to be a diaper for someone my own age. For Hannah. In a single moment, all the questions I still had from yesterday had been answers, and another million ones had been created. I hadn't known what to make of Emma's statement that Hannah's mom had to help her daughter put on a diaper for bed. It didn't seem as though putting on a pull-up would be too challenging, even considering Hannah's disabilities, but I could see how a tape-on diaper would require assistance. Emma's comment about thinking Hannah should have been put back into diapers during the day after the accident on the couch was also brought into a new light. Had she been insinuating that her cousin should have been wearing these diapers during the day as well, rather than her pull-ups? I listened closely as I continued to stare down into the garbage bin. The stairs in Emma's house were as noisy as the ones at my place, so I would have ample alert if anyone was to come upstairs after me, but I hadn't heard the telltale signs of footsteps. I slipped out of the bathroom, trying to walk softly down the hallway so that everyone below me wouldn't realize how much I was wandering around. The door to Emma's bedroom had been left open. Unlike me or my sister, she didn't do much to protect her privacy. A whiff of a strange scent hit me as I stepped into the bedroom. I paused while I tried to consider what it was. Emma had complained about how her bedroom smelled like pee because of her cousin's bedwetting. Was that what I was smelling? That brought an immediate rush of embarrassment and concern. Despite the efforts I had taken to freshen up my room with fabric sprays, is this what my bedroom smelled like? Had I simply not noticed it before? And would Emma be able to tell the next time she came to my house? I was sick with worry for a moment, but those concerns dropped away as soon as I laid eyes on what was obviously Hannah's suitcase up against the wall, next to a balled-up sleeping bag and pillow. The suitcase was already unzipped, and there was a pile of dirty laundry sitting next to it. To no surprise, a lot of the clothing was Harry Potter themed. I pushed aside the guilt of prying into Hannah's personal belongings and lifted up the lid to the suitcase. I found what I was looking for right away. There were more than a dozen pull-ups tucked along the side of the suitcase. But that isn't what drew my interest. Instead, there were nearly a dozen diapers matching the ones I had come across in the bathroom. I pulled one of the two diapers out of the suitcase. It crinkly loudly in my hands, much more so than a pull-up. I gently unfolded it, taking a peek at the interior padding that was far more extensive. All I could think about was how it must be able to absorb an incredible amount of pee without leaking. It was simply beyond anything I could have thought to imagine. I'd never once seen the remotest hint that a product like this could exist in all the advertisements I'd perused over the past three years. I checked the timer on my phone. Only seven minutes left. There simply wasn't enough time. I had to set aside all my thoughts about the diapers for now and do what I had come upstairs to do. I reluctantly set the diaper back into the suitcase, which was exactly where I had found it. Taking a diaper simply wasn't an option. I didn't have enough time to figure out how to get it on. But I would have no issues with putting on a pull-up myself. Besides, I as attempted to remember, that was what I had come up here for in the first place. I was torn momentarily between the two designs – one with pastel stripes and one with floral pattern – before finally deciding to grab the one with the stripes. I tip-toed back to the bathroom, pull-up in hand. I looked at my phone again as I entered the bathroom. I had initially given myself thirteen minutes. Being in upstairs much longer than that would only risk making Emma and her family get suspicious. I still had six minutes left. After double-checking that the bathroom door was indeed locked, I hastily stripped off my pants and underwear, my hands shaking as I did so. My disappointment at not being able to try on the diaper melted away as soon as I began to stretch out the sides of the pull-up as I prepared to put it on. Three years. How had so much time gone by so quickly? I was once again holding a pull-up in my hands, and it felt as though no time had passed at all since I had last done so. Only this time, the pull-up was perfect for me. This was one meant for teen girls. The pull-up slid up my legs just like a regular pair of underwear, except that it felt entirely different once I had it on. It was as if I was reliving the best dream of my life. Each moment replayed itself like those scenes from years ago that I had worked so hard to re-capture. I examined myself in the mirror. The fit was perfect. All my worries about the pull-up not working for me had been for nothing. But time was slipping by way too fast. I couldn't hide away in the bathroom forever, but I couldn't stand the thought of having to remove the pull-up after only having had it on for a few minutes. Could I get away with wearing the pull-up back to my place? I put my underwear and leggings back on over the pull-up. My leggings at least rose up enough on my waist to easily cover the waistband so I wouldn't be exposing myself like Hannah had. I turned around, examining the outline of my bottom in the mirror. If only I had thought things through and worn an outfit that could actually have covered up my bottom, perhaps I could have risked wearing it. But there wasn't any way to hide the outline of the padding beneath my leggings, even if this outfit seemed to have somewhat reduced the crinkling sound. Defeated, I removed my leggings and underwear a second time. The timer on my phone now said that there were four minutes remaining. I ran my hands all over the outside of the pull-up, mesmerized by the crinkling sound, the way it hugged my waist, and the feel of the padding between my legs. It was exactly as I had remembered. It was so completely perfect. I wanted nothing more than to see what it would feel like to wet the pull-up, but there was no way to get away with doing so. An extra pull-up in the trashcan would risk raising some awkward questions, and I couldn't think of any way to discard the pull-up discreetly after peeing in it. I let another couple of minutes pass as I stood in the bathroom, anxiously watching the timer on my phone continue to count down. It was over all too soon. I removed the pull-up carefully, making sure not to rip any of the sides, and checked that the inside padding had remained clean. I folded the pull-up back up the way it had come out of the suitcase and tucked it back into place. I managed to hit the pause button on my timer three seconds before it went off. I hurried back downstairs, hoping that my absence hadn't been so long as to raise any questions. --- Links to all my stories can be found at https://abdlwriter.wordpress.com/

Introduction What would happen if, no matter how old you are, your parents found your stash? Well, on an already miserable day, that’s exactly what happened to Tom. How will both he and his dad handle it? Chapter 1 - Rejection ‘Well, thank you for coming in today, myself and the panel will discuss the interview and the recruiter will get back to you in due course’. Tom could see in the eyes of the interviewer it was going to be another rejection. He couldn’t understand it, just over a year ago he’d graduated with a 2:1 in Architecture. He thought he’d walk into a job, but he’d applied to every company he could find, and had 15 interviews never getting further than the second round. He couldn’t understand it, what was he doing wrong? Whatever it was it wasn’t how he presented himself. He looked gorgeous in his grey slim fit suit and smart tan shoes. He is 5’9, short jet black hair, with beautiful bright blue eyes, but I guess it’s what you say in interview which is important, not how you look. He stood up, grabbed his posh leather bag his dad had gotten him for his graduation, shook the panel’s hands and made his way out into the busy London street. No sooner had he stepped out the building a rough looking man bumped into him with a cigarette burning a hole right into the shoulder. ‘Hey!’ said Tom. ‘Fuck off, prick’ cursed the man as he hurried on. It was the final straw, a tear rolled down Tom’s face. He couldn’t take much more of life at this point. Everything was falling apart, or that’s how it felt. 23, no job, no friends who are local, his mum has passed away and he’s still living with his grieving dad Steve. After travelling back by train Tom let himself into the house and rushed straight upstairs to his room. ‘How’d the interview go?’ called his Dad from his study. ‘Crap’ shouted back Tom. Once in the room he started to undress. He hung up his suit jacket and inspected the burn. Maybe it could be repaired? Probably not, now he doesn’t even have a suit if he gets another interview. Nevertheless he took off the trousers and placed the suit in its special bag like always, before putting it in the wardrobe. He grabbed his joggers and a t-shirt and turned to lay on his bed, but as he did, he saw something which made his blood run cold. Could this day get any worse? His worst nightmare was lying in front of him. His heart thumped in his chest as if it was about to exit it. His face flushed red, sweat started to bead on his forehead, panic started to set in. Lying there in front of him was one of his adult nappies, and on it a note. “Hey son, let’s talk, love Dad”. Tom had bought these nappies a few months back from a medical supply company whilst his Dad had been away for work. He’d been interested in them for a while. He’d enjoyed the few he’d tried but he’d not had the courage to wear them once his dad got back. He’d hidden them under his bed in a carrier bag, but clearly his dad had found them. He couldn’t believe it, how could this happen? For an hour he sat there thinking of excuses he could make, plausible stories he could tell. “They’re not mine”. “I’ve been having bedwetting problems”, “I…” none of them seemed convincing. He didn’t feel like he could leave the room. After at least an hour and a half his dad called ‘dinner!’ Heart thumping and head racing he made his way down the stairs. He was physically shaking. When he saw his Dad at the table, he froze. ‘So you don’t think they’ll ask you back?’ asked his Dad. ‘No’ Tom tried to say, but nothing came out. ‘No’ he said eventually in his third attempt. ‘Sit down it’s getting cold’ said his Dad gesturing to Toms dinner. Tom made his way over and sat down in silence. For a short while they both ate, but Tom really wasn’t hungry, if anything he felt sick. He just shuffled his food around. When his dad had finished he reached out and put his had on Tom’s. ‘Talk to me Tom’ he said gently, trying to make eye contact. Tom was physically shaking, he couldn’t speak, he was living his worst nightmare. His Dad lent across to him. ‘I found your nappies mate’ he said. Just hearing that out loud drove through Tom like a train. ‘They’re not mine’ he blurted out. It was like a reflex, he heard himself say it, but he didn’t think he’d actually processed what he was going to say yet. His dad gave him a soft smile. ‘I know they’re yours son’. He said softly. ‘Tell me why’ he asked. Tom put his shaking hands over his eyes, tears now starting to well up. ‘Please talk to me son’. ‘I’m sorry Dad, I’m such a failure. I’ve got no friends, I don’t have any hobbies, I can’t get a job, I’m going nowhere. I’m a disappointment. If mum were alive she’d be heartbroken at what a useless adult I’ve become’. ‘Oh don’t be silly’ said his Dad. ‘You’re going through a tough time, I know, we both are, but you have your whole life ahead of you. You’re only 23’ Tom couldn’t look at his Dad, he still had his hands over his eyes. ‘I just wish things were like years ago, when mum was alive, when I was carefree and….happy’ sobbed Tom. ‘Is that why you bought the nappies?’ His dad asked gently. ‘I dunno, I dunno why I bought them’ said Tom regretfully. ‘Do they take you back, to a happy place? Are they a stress reliever for you or something?’ His dad enquired. ‘I guess so, I’m sorry, I’ll throw them away, please don’t think I’m a weirdo or a sicko dad, please’ said Tom. ‘I don’t, I understand, if they relax you and you want to wear them that’s fine. I wore them myself for a bit when I was your age’. Tom immediately pulled his face out of his hands. That was an unexpected sentence. ‘What?’ Said Tom in shock. ‘I wore nappies as a stress reliever, to regress for a few years, never did me any harm, better than drugs or booze’. Said his dad dismissively. Tom didn’t know what to say, he just stared at his dad in shock, and in a strange sense, relief. His dad got up and gestured to Tom to get up and give him a hug. Tom obliged, got up and put his arms around his Dad. ‘You’re still shaking’ he said. ‘This might be the perfect time for one of those nappies’. Chapter 2 - Relief When Tom went back into his room the nappy was still there laying on the bed. Half of him desperately wanted to put it on the other half wanted to throw it out the window. Eventually the half that wanted to wear it won out and he started to unfurl it. After he’d just had permission to hadn’t he? He slowly pulled down his joggers, pulled down his boxers and sat himself on the nappy. He laid back for a moment and stared at the ceiling. “What am I doing?” He repeated to himself, but his desire to carry on pushed through and he slowly and carefully applied the 4 tapes of his Tena Maxi adult nappy. He slowly closed his legs. The nappy popped and crinkled as it resisted. The feeling was amazing, he could feel the stress of this bizarre day drain away. After a while his dad called up. ‘You can come down you know, I want to watch Traitors’. Tom and his Dad had been watching it on catchup together each evening. Tom stood up, his nappy crinkling, not overly loudly, but noticeably in a quiet room. He pulled the joggers over it and looked in the mirror. It wasn’t noticeable from the front. He made his way down and quickly sat in the chair, so his dad couldn’t notice or tell. Tom was hugely into the Traitors on TV, but his mind was elsewhere tonight. As his dad commented on it, he just managed the occasional “yeah” instead of the usual debate. Eventually it finished and his dad switched off the TV. He looked across at Tom expectantly. ‘So did you put one on?’ He asked. Tom paused for a moment. ‘Yeah’ he said shyly. ‘Feel better now?’ asked his Dad. Tom breathed out slowly. ‘Yeah, I guess I do’. He said eventually. ‘Good’ said his dad. If that’s all it takes to relax you, just wear them son, I won’t judge. ‘Can I ask a practical question though?’ ‘What?’ asked Tom uncertain. ‘Do you, wet yourself?’ His dad asked plainly. ‘No!’ exclaimed Tom, as if it was a ridiculous question. He’d worn three on his own, and it had not remotely occurred to him to wet them. It was just the feeling of the bulk he liked. He wasn’t about to start wetting himself! ‘I mean, it’s not a crazy thing to ask Tom’ his Dad said. ‘You’re wearing a nappy and I ask if you wet yourself’. There was an awkward pause. ‘Well, if you do have an accident, I’ll put some bin bags in your room. Take it off, ball it up, put it in the bag, tie it up and put it outside your door, I’ll get rid of it. Don’t put it in the bins in the house, they can smell after a bit’. ‘Oh for god sake dad, I don’t wet myself!’ Repeated Tom as he got up to leave the room. ‘Hey’ called his dad grabbing his arm. ‘Don’t walk off on me, I’m being understanding and supportive. ‘It was a perfectly reasonable question and I wanted to make sure we have a plan for it’. ‘I know, sorry Dad, it’s just weird that’s all’ said Tom genuinely. ‘I guess I’m just embarrassed, y’know’. ‘Yeah I get that son, wearing a nappy is embarrassing, but it’s nothing to be ashamed of, people wear them for all sorts of reasons. As long as they’re helping you, it’s all good, I’m proud of you for talking to me about it at all and doing what makes you happy. I don’t think I could have handled it so well with my dad if he ever found mine’. Tom thought to ask his Dad if he ever wet his nappies, but it just felt too weird. Chapter 3 - The bathroom problem Tom stood in the bathroom cleaning his teeth, then habitually turned to the toilet to do a wee before getting into bed. As he went to grab it his hand slammed into his pad, not his boxers, opps. He reached inside and tried to pull it out the top, but he’s not that well endowed and it wouldn’t reach well enough even with the nappy pulled right down, he’d just pee all over himself. He tucked himself back down, squatted and reached into a leg guard. The guard was tight, but he managed to get the head out and point it to the toilet. He tried to go, but the pressure of the leg guard was stopping the flow. He squatted even more, and eventually wee squirted out, some in the loo, some up the wall and some in the bath. It was very awkward, and it had made a huge mess, but eventually he was done. He hurriedly started to clean up bathroom. Once in his room, he dropped his joggers, took off his t-shirt and looked at himself in the mirror. Like before, half of him thought he looked good with the nappy on, the other half thought he looked like a freak. For a moment he planned to take it off, but ultimately decided against it, he didn’t have many, he didn’t have any money and he didn’t want to waste it. He pulled on his pjs over the top of it. It took a while before he fell asleep, the feel of the nappy seemed somewhat overwhelming. It was keeping him awake, but eventually he did drop of. … He looked over at the clock with one eye, 3:10am. He woke up for a wee at this time every night. For a split second he thought about going in his nappy, but it was just a second. He made his way to the bathroom, where exactly the same thing happened as earlier, except worse, because this time he was half asleep. Like before he hurriedly cleaned up, to what he thought was a good standard, and made his way back to bed. … The following morning, he woke as usual and made his way downstairs. ‘Jam on toast?’ asked his Dad? ‘Yes please’ said Tom still a little sleepy. As his Dad made breakfast, he turned to Tom. ‘Ok, here’s something I gotta say’. He said. ‘If you’re going to wear those nappies in my house, I’d much rather you wee in it and cleanly dispose of it, than wee all over the bathroom’ he said waving the butter knife. ‘Sorry, I thought I cleared up’ said Tom in a bit of a panic. ‘I just need some practice, sorry’. ‘Tom’s’ dad turned around. ‘If you want to wear, but still use the loo. I’ll get you some pull-ups, but if you’re in those it’s just not really practical, unless you remove it, which of course pretty much ruins it. Tom thought again about asking his dad if he’d wet his, but like before it just felt odd and creepy to ask his dad that. ‘I’ll try sitting next time’ said Tom. Chapter 4 - A Subscription! It may surprise you to know that after his shower that day Tom put on regular underpants. He’d had his fill, in fact for the next 2 days, no more nappy and it was only mentioned a couple of times by his dad, gently enquiring whether he was wearing one or not. That doesn’t mean Tom hadn’t thought about what had happened virtually every waking minute. It was just that after the initial rush it just felt too awkward to go about his normal daily routine at home, in front of his dad, with a nappy on. That initial confidence had been lost. Tom was at his computer at about 11am, his Dad was in his study downstairs working. He’s a self employed accountant, he works from home most days, only occasionally going into the city to meet a client. There was a knock at the door. “Sign here please mate” Tom heard the delivery driver say, before several thud sounds. Tom made his way down curiously. In the hall his Dad was positioning 3 large boxes. ‘What you ordered?’ asked Tom. His dad stepped back with a big proud grin. ‘Open one’ he said. Tom stepped forward and pulled the tape off of the box on top and flapped it open. ‘Nappies!?!’ He said in shock. ‘Why have you ordered nappies?’ Tom said with a look of confusion on his face. ‘Because you told me you like to wear them, so I’ve ordered you them for you.’ Tom looked at the huge pile. 21 per pack, 3 in a box, 3 boxes. 189 nappies! ‘Well how many are you expecting me to get through?’ He asked incredulously. ‘I don’t know, but you save on delivery if you spend over £80 and get 10% off if you sign up for a subscription, so I got 3 cases’. ‘A subscription!’ Tom said almost shouting. ‘It’s ok, I can cancel it, there’s no commitment’ said his dad waving it off. ‘Look they’re there if you want one. You feel stressed, or just want one they are there. Take a pack up to your room, I’ll store the rest in the spare room’. Tom walked up to his room carrying his bag of nappies. He couldn’t decide what he thought about it. It had been great that his dad hadn’t freaked out, it had been a huge relief his dad was so supportive, but buying him 3 cases without asking? As Tom looked at the nappies in the pack on his bed next to him, he had an odd feeling. He wanted to put one on of course, but he also now felt this uncomfortable expectation from his that he would, and that if he didn’t his dad be oddly disappointed that he’d wasted his money. He put the pack to one side and made his way downstairs. He tapped on his dad’s study door. ‘I’ve got to ask dad, why have you ordered me three cases of nappies without asking me if I want them?’ His dad turned around on his office chair and took off his reading glasses. ‘Because son, if I’d have asked if you wanted me to order them you’d have said no, and I know you want them deep down. You can’t afford them, and you’d not order when I’m here even if you could, so I just ordered them for you. Save you the anxiety. You’re under no obligation, they’re there if you want them’. Chapter 5 - No obligation Tom’s days were not as full as they could be. He’d get up, have breakfast and then go on the job hunting sites. If there was anything to apply for, he’d apply for it. Generally though he was done by lunchtime and scratching around for something to do. Today was one of those days, he’d applied for one job, he didn’t really like the sound of it, but it was that or apply for nothing. He went over to the pack of nappies that had just arrived and pealed them open. They were the same make as the ones he’d bought, but these were the highest absorbency ‘Ultima’ version. He pulled one out, and held it. Just holding it in his hand gave him a buzz. He un furled it and felt the contrast been the smooth plastic outer shell and soft padded inside. It gave him a magical, warm and excited feeling inside. He slowly pulled down his jeans, then his boxers and laid himself on the bed. Slowly and carefully he pulled the nappy up snuggly between his legs and securely taped it on. Instantly the day went from empty and dull to a whirlwind of emotion. He no longer felt bored, he felt excited. The nappy, that his own dad had bought him no less, sat comfortably and reassuringly between his legs. He reached down and felt it. The bulk was considerable, his man parts locked away beneath the thick padding. He laid on his bed in just his t-shirt and nappy, just enjoying the moment for a while, before lifting himself up from his dreamlike state to stand. The nappy pushed between his legs. As his walked over to his mirror he could feel its presence with every step. He looked at himself in the mirror. He liked what he saw, he thought it looked both cute and smart all at the same time. … “Knock-knock” ‘Hi son I’m done, fancy a walk?’ Called his dad through the door. Tom dived to the floor to grab his jeans and then tried to pull them on in a panic. As he did, his door started to open. Before long he was standing there in front of his dad, trousers half up in a t-shirt and nappy. ‘Ah, you tried one’ said his dad. ‘Like em?’ ‘Err yeah’ said Tom. ‘A bit thicker’ ‘Yeah, I thought well, if you do wet yourself, these will last you a bit longer’. Replied his dad. Tom didn’t know how to reply to that. His instinct was to say ‘I don’t wet myself’ like before, but in truth he was thinking about giving it a go, given how difficult it was to use the loo. ‘I can’t go for a walk in this’ said Tom, pointing to his nappy. ‘Why?’ asked his dad. ‘Err, why do you think?’ Replied Tom. ‘No, genuinely Tom I don’t know why’ his dad replied. ‘Tell me’ ‘People will notice!!’ said Tom. ‘Who’s going to notice?’ said his dad incredulously. ‘You can’t tell it’s there under clothes’ he said confused. ‘It’s a private thing, no one knows what underwear you’ve got on, get over yourself’. Tom finished buttoning up his jeans. They were actually a little tight with his Tena Ultima nappy underneath. ‘I’m going to take it off’ he said as he started unbuttoning again. ‘Right’ said his dad authoritatively. ‘I’m supportive, but to a point. I won’t have piss all over the bathroom and I’m not having you waste nappies by putting them on, then just taking them off again moments later. They’re expensive. Do up your bloody trousers and stop being silly’ Tom didn’t really know what to say. He stopped unbuttoning. ‘Does it really not show?’ ‘No son, it doesn’t’. Now come on it’s a nice day, let’s get some fresh air. … As Tom walked along the bulk of the nappy was present with every step. Both he and his dad were fast walkers, but in his nappy and tight jeans he was struggling to keep up a little. It was a beautiful day. They went to the park, had an ice cream and on the way back walked past the local pub. ‘Fancy a cheeky pint?’ Asked his dad. They often went into the pup together. ‘Yeah, why not’ said Tom. They both had a couple of pints before it was time to leave. They didn’t talk about Toms nappy at all, mostly about the Traitors on TV. ‘Ok, I’m going to pop to the loo and then we’ll head off’ said his Dad. ‘Ah yeah, me too’ said Tom. His dad stopped and looked at him. ‘You do make me laugh, why are you doing it to yourself? You can’t wee all over the floor in a public bathroom, it’s rude and disrespectful’. Tom looked at him, kinda accepting that he had a point. Whilst it felt so crazy to wet himself, as his dad became more accepting and as Tom was waddling around in the nappy anyway, it felt increasingly silly to not use it for what it was designed for. ‘The thing is son’ said his dad. ‘They deteriorate after 4-6 hours anyway, so you gotta change it whether you use it or not, you may as well use it. Tom stood and waited whilst his dad went to the loo. He was breaking his neck, but he couldn’t go. Something in his brain was telling him no. He couldn’t just wet himself right there in the middle of the pub! As they walked back, Tom was getting increasingly desperate and his dad noticed. Tom was walking quicker and quicker and couldn’t stop grabbing his crotch. His bladder felt like it was going to burst. ‘Stop walking a minute’ said his dad, stopping himself. Tom stopped, the urge unbearable. ‘If you don’t let it go you’ll hurt your kidneys. That’s what I did, it was agony for days. That’s why I’m trying to help you. Just go, you don’t have to be embarrassed in front of me’ With that Tom’s bladder burst, right there in the street. Wee poured uncontrollably into his nappy. He stared desperately at his jeans in the full expectation that wee would be pouring down them, but it was not. What he could feel though was his nappy expanding and getting larger and tighter in his jeans. After what felt like forever, he stopped. ‘Come on then’ said his said. As Tom walked on the nappy felt completely different to before. It was much much bulkier, oddly to him though it didn’t feel at all wet. It had clearly absorbed all the wee and left him dry, which was pretty amazing actually, who’d have thought they’d work so well? It felt so strange yet at the same time so comforting to have had an accident and been protected by his nappy. It also made him feel small, having just stood there in front of his dad and wet himself. As they walked along his dad turned to him and chuckled. ‘So I guess that answers my question. You do wet yourself.’ Chapter 6 - Something awkward Over the next few days Tom had worn a nappy on and off, even when wearing all but a couple of very carefully managed wees has been in the toilet, with great difficulty. He was really conflicted about whether to wear one or not. Even though his dad was fine with it, almost encouraging it, he was still embarrassed to talk about it, and felt a little silly with it on. Things had been reasonably normal. His dad had enquired occasionally as to the state of his nappy, but it wasn’t often. Just things like. “If you’re wet son, don’t forget to change regularly”. His dad had also bought him some powders and creams and impressed upon him the importance of good skin care and hygiene. “Wearing nappies isn’t dirty or gross son, but you do need to up your game on hygiene and skin care” he’d said. … As they sat and watched tv that evening, Tom decided he’d do a wee in his nappy. He stood and after a few odd movements he started to wet himself. ‘Good lad, I notice you’re getting better at that’ said his dad. Tom stood a while longer until he’d finished, then sat back down in his now wet nappy and finally said something that was increasingly bothering him. ‘Dad’ he said. ‘Can I ask you something really awkward?’ His dad switched off the tv and looked at him with suspicion. ‘Okaaay’ he said slowly, Tom took a deep breath. ‘Do you like me in nappies?’ He eventually asked. ‘What do you mean?’ asked his dad. ‘Well, like just then, and other times, you seem to be encouraging it. Like you want me to be in nappies and wet myself and stuff’ asked Tom. His dad moved his gaze away for a moment thinking about what he was going to say. Eventually he returned to Tom. ‘It’s not about me, it’s about you son. I just want you to have what I never had, an understanding parent during this part of your life. It’s obviously in our genes to like this. I’ve passed it on to you. I want it to be as easy and enjoyable as possible for you to go through. Not like my experience. I’d have loved my dad to have accepted my nappy wearing, but I never got it, and I never got to find out what he would have done or said.’ ‘I see’ said Tom. ‘Granddad never knew?’ What would you have wanted granddad to do or say?’ Asked Tom. ‘I’d have liked him to say it’s fine, I’d have liked acceptance, I’d have liked….to have…well it doesn’t matter’. ‘No do say’ said Tom. ‘Heck, we’re beyond holding back aren’t we?’ Tom’s Dad paused for a considerable time. ‘I’d have liked him to change me. BUT that doesn’t mean I’m asking to change you!’ He blurted out Tom sat there, looking at his Dad. ‘Do you want to change me then?’ He asked gingerly. ‘No, No!’ said his dad definitely. ‘That’s not what I meant, I wish I’d not said that’ ‘You don’t want to, or you feel like you don’t want to ask?’ ask Tom. His dad looked increasingly uncomfortable. ‘I can’t do this’ he said starting to stand. Tom grabbed his arm like he had his a couple of days before’. His dad sat back down. ‘What do you want from this?’ Asked Tom. ‘Why are you so supportive? Why are you buying them for me?’ Asked Tom ‘Son please’ said his dad desperately trying to end the conversation. ‘No, come on dad, we gotta have this discussion’ insisted Tom. His dad started to claw at the said of the chair. ‘Because I remember how much I wanted to go back into nappies, and if I’m honest a part of me still does want to occasionally. I remember bottling it up for years, the anxiety of trying it, hiding it, feeling wrong and weird. When I discovered you’d inherited this from me I decided I didn’t want you to go through what I did. I wanted you to be yourself, be happy, fulfil your desires, be content in yourself’. Tom didn’t know what to say. His dad went on. ‘And if I’m completely honest, I want to share in your joy of it, in a way I never got to. Sorry I know that’s selfish, I don’t want to put you under any pressure, this mustn’t be about me’. ‘I really do appreciate that dad, thanks so much’ said Tom as he came over for a hug. ‘Have I got it right?’ His dad asked ‘What do you mean?’ Asked Tom ‘Do they make you feel how I think they do?’ ‘They do make me feel happy and relaxed’ said Tom. ‘A kind of contentment I’ve not felt in a long time’. ‘Then tell me son, tell me why you shouldn’t wear them as much as you want?’ After a long pause ‘When I say I’m not asking to change you, please don’t think it’s because I wouldn’t. If you asked I’d be right there for you, but I’d never put you under any pressure to, you know that don’t you?’ ‘Yeah I know that dad’ said Tom. ‘I’m not sure that’s something I could handle, at least not now’.

Cody couldn't believe the humilating position he found himself in. After finding out his college roommate Vincent wears and uses diapers. He told all his classmates. Unfortunately the next morning he found himself strapped down to the his bed naked and standing next to his bed was his college roommate in just a thick diaper. Vincent told him how Cody humiliated him and everybody was calling him diaper boy. Also had girls slap his padded ass or pull back his pants waistband to give him a diaper check. He told Cody how much he loved diapers but it was supposed to be a secret. Now that it was out Cody's roommate decided it's time for some revenge. So he told Cody that now it's time teach him a lesson and that now they will becoming much more closer then just roommates. Vincent was now going to be Cody's master. Cody saw Vincent holding something his hands and then saw it was a chastity cage. Cody's roommate laughed then slowly started to attach the device to Cody's member. Vincent said from now on Cody will do what he says if he ever wants to make cummies ever again but unfortunately Vincent wasn't done with Cody just yet. He climbed on top of Cody then planted his diaper butt right infront of Cody's face. Cody then heard rumbling but it wasn't coming from his tummy. It was Vincent's tummy. Cody knew what his roommate was about to do. Vincent looked back at Cody and smiled then said "I made sure to have a big nice breakfast today. Some taco bell breakfast! Now your going to get a front row seat and get to take a nice whiff of my stinky butt". Cody begged for Vincent not too but it was too late. He heard a huge loud fart echo from Vincent's diaper then heard a big slush of mess enter the diaper. Vincent's diaper butt expanded getting closer and touching Cody's face. Then Vincent lifted up and said "smell the roses" then plopped hid stinky butt on Cody's face! Cody smelled the terrible odor coming from his roommates diaper. After smelling his roommates diaper. Vincent got up and then said "I got a special treat for you. Well two I should say so let's start with a nice warm enema. You better hold it in too. No going or il put my filthy dirty diaper around that head". Vincent grabbed Cody's legs and lifted them up and exposing his butthole. Vincent smiled "Here let me help lube it up" Vincent then tounges Cody's butthole making Cody squirm and get hard. Cody's hard dick strains against the cage and starts to precum like crazy from the rim job. "Daww looks like somebody loves their butt getting attention. If you love that you'll enjoy my toys but we can do that later time for your treat. Bottoms up" Vincent laughs sticking the enema inside Cody and then releasing all into Cody's tight ass. Cody could feel it filling up. He couldn't believe how real this was. He was a Dom not no sissy sub boy. Vincent then took out the enema and then could see Cody squirming. "Now now you better hold it in. Be a good boy for me. You can release it all out once we get your fresh diaper on" his roommate chuckled. Cody eyes widened and begged Vincent not to put a fresh diaper on him. Vincent smiled "hmmm ok fine I won't put you in a fresh diaper then if you say so". Cody felt relieved. Vincent then took off his messy filthy diaper and Cody almost gagged from how bad it smelled but then Cody noticed Vincent lowering the dirty diaper on the bed. And lifting Cody's legs in the air. In Cody's horror he saw Vincent place the monster filthy diaper underneath his butt. Cody then yells "Wait I don't want to wear yours! You said you wernt going to diaper me! Please don't do this!" Vincent then laughed "Well from your words exactly you said you didn't want to wear a fresh diaper. So im giving you what you want. Putting you in a "DIRTY" diaper haha". Vincent then lowered Cody's butt into his messy diaper. Then tapped Cody up. He then untied Cody and them lifted him up and planted Cody on his knee and bounced him just like a baby. So diaper slut how do you like my dirty diaper. Cody didn't say anything he was too grossed out from what was happening but something felt good. He couldn't help but moan. Something about the filthy dirty diaper felt so good. He couldn't explain why. He tried to not enjoy it but his dick strained and precummed more. He just started moaning more and more. "My my somebody really loves my dirty diaper. This is new. I was not expecting you to enjoy this so much. Btw Cody turn around and smile for the camera" Cody turned around and saw a friend of Vincent holding a camera aiming at him and his dirty pampers. Cody tried to cover his face but it was too late. Vincent laughed "Now lets see we got footage of you enjoy my poopy diaper and expressing it on camera. So here's the deal Cody! Your going to be my sissy diaper slut from now on. Every day after class I will diaper you up in a diaper or if your lucky my dirty diaper. And we will have lots of diaper play! If you don't do what I say then the whole school will see this video of you enjoy my dirty diaper! So do we have a deal?" Cody couldn't believe his roommate blackmailed him but he couldn't exact say no. So he agreed to the conditions of his new life to save his dignity. Unfortunately Cody felt a stranger sensation. He forgot about the enema that was given to him and held his tummy. Vincent noticed then said "oh perfect timing looks like you ready to add your own mess to your diaper. Well let's get you to the couch and get the camera set up. One video isn't enough. Got to have a backup just incase. But before that let me just quickly draw on the back of your diaper" After Vincent drew on Cody's diaper, he took him to the couch then Vincent put on his pup hood. And place Cody over his lap. Then the camera started recording and perfectly on time. Cody started to fill his already filthy diaper with his own stinky poo. The diaper surprisingly held it all. Then Vincent started to rub Cody's diaper butt squishing all the poo that was mixed against his butt. The mess started to move towards the front. And Cody started to moan from the rubbing. The camera captured it all even the drawing on Cody's diaper butt that said "diaper loading" with a bar half colored in with a 79% written under the bar. Cody couldn't believe that this was his new life now! He better be lucky that Vincent doesn't start making him wear diapers to class.

https://www.letsrecycle.com/news/japan-launches-worlds-first-horizontally-recycled-nappies/

Only cloth-like are being sold in country, and no import. Since covid, most has stopped selling from warehouse. I'm gonna try a few road trips, to pickup diapers and see the "world" (Just Norway and Sweden) But it wont be until June and maybe August and later. Wont really save that much since diesel is expensive. The "funny" thing is that there is no import duties on diapers, just tax, but Norway wants its tax and its to be paid as you pick up the packet or pay as you order. Just entered some quick info and its almost double the shipping fee as ABU has. Worst case, I'll just buy more expensive diapers, use more cloth-like, and use less diapers. Cloth-like is fairly cheap.

This was a great story. I'd love to find a woman like this.

*hugs back*

I hope my daddy gets the chance this weekend to lay me down and change me!!!

I know one of these for once - is it Mary Had a Little Lamb? https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/62316-mary-had-a-little-lamb-re-post/#comment-1449181

Bro ,no adults changed like that . It maybe nostalgic but it’s not practical or efficient to do that with adults .trust me my Aide changes me like 9X’s a day , those days are just cobwebs in the brain bucket . Infants and toddlers are easily changed that way adults not so much unless Lou Ferrigno or Arnold Shwartnegger happens to be your daddy .

Hey @diaperdl actually, yes! First off, sorry for the long time between posts, it's been almost a year! Still going strong with the untraining at night. A few things have happened. - I have had several nights since the new year where I have had dreams of just randomly wetting my self, only to wake up to a wet diaper! (and a few times a wet bed). This seems to be VERY inconsistent and if I think about the dreams before going to bed it's almost a guarantee that it will not happen. -If I do wake up at night dry, or needing to go. I just empty into the diaper. This happens much quicker than when I first started "untraining". - I don't think I posted this in pervious updates, but something that has helped speed up the "process" is whenever I'm home and need to pee, I would instead of going to the toilet I would just strip down, get in bed then pee in the bed. For a few days sitting up once that was easy, then lying down. No diapers. No underpants. Just strip down naked and I guess as my username suggests soak the sheets first on my back, then got use to doing it on my sides (both sides). Didn't bother laying on my front as that's not something I do when sleeping. My mattress is completely covered with a plastic covering (and I have 3 extra mattress covers) so this wasn't a big deal other than the time it takes to do it and time to clean it up. I obviously started doing quiet a bit more laundry but this really drove home the point consciously that a bed is just as good as a toilet. After about 3 weeks of doing this, I started introducing diapers into the same routine. Would start to fill the diapers which obviously (when they do their job well) cut down on the clean up after. -I have completely stopped carrying who knows about my bed wetting. At first I tried to hide everything when friends came over, but one of them discovered it last year and I was just like, it's a medical problem I've been working on (technically not a lie 🤣) and played it off as no big deal, so did they. Now I just leave my supplies in the closet and when people come over I don't really think about it anymore. My original goal was to be a complete bed wetting within 12 months (December of last year). So I didn't meet that goal, but that's okay. I'm still going strong and especially since the new year am very happy with the continued progress I've made. I am now hoping to continue to get increased wettings and remaining asleep when wet. I have thought about just soaking my sheets with water before going to bed to get used to the wet sensation so my body hopefully wouldn't even notice any longer if I had wet or dry, however the one time I tried this it was very unpleasant (obviously) and would probably take the most getting used to of anything I've done this far. I'll be back to update more frequently. I promise it will be less than a year until I post again!

Your flashback here could have been my own from my childhood. I remember looking through the ads for diapers, magazines for goodnite advertisements, and also the huggies and pampers sites as they became a thing. Enjoying this tale, looking forward to seeing more!

I don't know if I drink more, but I know that I pee more often (with/without) a diaper on when I drink tea or coffee than when I drink water or milk. But I also know that I pee more often when I wear a diaper, probably because over the years my body got used to not having to "hold" when I wear a diaper. But whether or not I pee more liquid over time when the diaper is on, I'm not sure about.

I typically drink more when wearing a diaper.

Well, yes. I'd like to thank both of you for your company and support along the way. I was going that way anyway, I'm sure, but it's made a big difference to know I wasn't doing it on my own, and that there were the two of you with a similar approach and family situation doing pretty much the same. It's now 5 1/2 years since I went full-time during the day, and 4 years since I went into nappies full-time at night as well. I still just love it, and I can't believe I've never regretted it for a minute.

Since I don't get to wear often, or long, I do try to drink a lot more. I just like being in wet diapers!

Absolutely a huge no for me. What you are describing, even with no physical sexual component, has a strong emotionally intimate component and that's not something I want to share with a relative. That wmotional connection is something I want to share with a partner, not someone related to me.

Chapter 10: Lila Gets an Older Sister (Part 2) Lila woke up in her crib, her eyes still feeling groggy and full of sleep. She could taste the aftertaste of the delicious dinner that her sister made for her. They both ate the same children’s TV dinner. A few chicken nuggets with crinkle cut fries, some mixed vegetables, and a brownie for dessert. Lila ate everything her older sister Angela ate, only Angela cut the nuggets, fries, and brownie into little pieces so that it was easier for Lila to eat. To wash everything down, both of them drank apple juice. Lila’s was in a baby bottle and Angela’s was in a tall plastic cup. The whole dinner was good and they both really enjoyed it. Lila noticed that it was still dark, so it was not time to get up yet. While Lila still felt dry in her Pampers Swaddlers Overnight Size 3, it was actually half soaked. Since she had already drank the bottle of milk that her older sister made for her, she holds her empty bottle and made her usual wish that she makes each night when she’s thirsty. “Oh, how I wish that this bottle is filled with my mommy’s breast milk!” The magic diaper flashed, giving her a tickle of approval. The bottle refilled with her mother’s milk. As Lila began drinking down that milk, she smiled when she thought of her sister. She felt bad that her sister developed a bedwetting problem. It was no different than what Lila had to go through when she was five. And with her sister going through the same struggles, she could totally relate to the frustration that she had to deal with every night. Even though being five was just a distant memory to her, she could never forget all of her frequent accidents that she had ever since her little brother was born. The magic diaper changed everything, and she never had to experience those frustrating accidents again. Lila then thought of the wonderful way that she helped her sister. With the three mega-sized boxes of Pampers Size 12 that she wished for, two of them were Pampers Cruisers and one of them were Pampers Swaddlers Overnights. Lila wanted to make sure that Angela had extra protection for the night time, and with 80 diapers, she had plenty of protection. Lila’s eyes began to squint with sleep and she yawned. Her bottle of milk was empty once again, and it was already having its effect on her. She began to fall asleep, as a very strong BM began inside of her… Angela woke up, gasping in a cold sweat. It was only 7:03. She was still tired from the night before. The dream that she had was still fresh in her mind. It was the same dream that she had almost every night. The dream where she wet the bed, and was put back in diapers by her mother. She inspected her diaper and smiled. While it was fairly soaked, it still had some room for a couple more normal wettings. She immediately thought of her baby sister who made these giant baby diapers a reality. “Thank you, Lila,” she whispered. “My magic diaper princess…” Angela knew that her bedding would be soaked again if it wasn’t for Lila. Granted, her sister’s smaller diapers did the job, but they were always so soaked that they were almost leaking. But these Size 12’s were something else. Angela happily sat there in just her night gown and diaper and felt the squishy gels inside it. She then began playing with her diaper and felt a sudden feeling inside of her. Her heart beat sped up and she began breathing very fast. Moments later, her heartbeat started to return to slowly return to normal. Angela’s face turned red as she smiled with ecstasy. This was the first time that she has ever pleasured herself in a diaper, and for a moment, it felt good. Right after she did this, she thought of Lila. “I am so not doing this in front of her!” she quietly said to herself. Just then, her cellphone began to vibrate. She saw the name Camden appear, with the option to accept or decline the call. She swiped the green accept button and put it on speaker. “Hello little bro? What do you need?” “I need you to pick me up!” the voice sounded breathless and in tears. “Oh Camden! What’s wrong?” “I peed my whole sleeping bag! I’m in my change of clothes, but all the kids are making fun of me…” “Oh Cammie Bear! That is just horrible! I’ll be right over to pick you up! Bye!” Angela hung up the cellphone, feeling devastated about what just happened to Camden. I need to get Lila up, now! Angela changed out of her nightgown and put some baggy pants on. She then put on a larger shirt and grabbed the keys to the Chevy Impala that sat on her nightstand. She slipped on some sandals, grabbed her purse off the nightstand, and swung the door open. She hurried to Lila’s room and opened the door. Lila was still fast asleep, in her crib. She was smacking her lips, as if she were having a good dream. Angela scooped her baby sister up, waking her out of a sound sleep. The strong stench made it clearly obvious. “Time for a quick change, kiddo!” she told Lila. Lila’s eyes were still a little groggy. She picked the sleep out of her eyes and looked up at her sister, who was in the process of setting a world record for the fastest stinky diaper change ever. Two wipes did the job. A third one got everything else. “What’s going on?” she asked her big sister. “What’s wrong, Angie?” Angela looked at her baby sister, as she rubbed in the Aquaphor, following it by powdering a new diaper. She then lifted Lila up and laid her on the new powdered diaper. And then, she powdered all of her diaper area. “It’s Camden!” she told her. “He just called me to ask to pick him up. He soaked his sleeping bag.” A look of deep concern filled Lila’s eyes. “A-again? Doesn’t he do this at home?” Angela folded the diaper forward and fastened both tabs snugly to the landing zone. She slid an orange skirt on Lila with a light purple Garanimals graphic t-shirt with the words “just be NICE”, with a smiling and winking white daisy forming the “I”. She already had the dirty diaper all wadded up, so she threw it into the diaper genie in the far corner of Lila’s room. She ran back to Lila and nodded. “Yes Lila, and it’s starting to get worse. Cammie Bear is starting to do it more often.” Lila smiled. “Cammie Bear? I like it when you call him that.” Angela hugged Lila and picked her up. “He’s waiting for us. All of the kids over there are making fun of him right now.” Lila frowned. “Those meanies! It’s not his fault that he has accidents…” Angela nodded, as she hurried outside to the garage. She exited the door and locked it. Angela then gasped. “Wait! Mom and dad usually take you around, so I don’t have a car seat!” But Lila smiled, as she pointed down at the magic diaper beneath her skirt. “Not yet you don’t! Oh, how I wish that a car seat my size was in the back of my older sister’s car!” Lila was tickled again with the light and a car seat appeared in the middle back seat. Lila giggled as she looked at her sister. “Let’s go get Cammie Bear!” Angela smiled and patted her baby sister in her diapered butt. “Now that we have a car seat, we can be on our way! Are you ready, my magic diaper girl?” Lila nodded and giggled. “You’re funny!” Angela opened the door and picked up Lila. She placed her in the car seat and fastened the buckles. She closed the door and entered the driver’s side. In seconds, they were off. Right after they pulled out of the driveway, Lila gave her older sister a funny face. Angela saw her in the rearview mirror and frowned. “What is it, Lila? Do you already need to be changed?” Lila shook her head. “I don’t, but I have a question. Are you still in the same diaper that you went to bed in?” Angela nodded. “I didn’t have time to change into a new one. Plus, these were for night time. I don’t really need them during the day.” Lila frowned. “What about yesterday?” “Yesterday? I just wanted to try them out! They sure hold a lot!” Angela glanced at the GPS on her phone, which had directions to the house where Camden was spending the weekend at. Lila glanced around. “Where’s Mr. Stuffykins?” Angela grinned. “Your favorite stuffed rabbit? I don’t know. Why don’t you wish for it?” Lila nodded. “Oh, how I wish I was holding Mr. Stuffykins in my arms!” The tickle happened again and Lila was holding her favorite stuffed animal in a split second. She then looked back up at Angela. “You’re not just going to wear them at night. You’re going to wear them more…” Angela’s face grew red. “N-no, Lila! I only need them at night! I already told you!” “But you like them!” Lila told her. “You already told me that you do. Why do you think that I wished for so many of them?” Angela’s body began to twitch again. “E-enough Lila!” Lila shook her head. “I did this to help you. You love them. You tell me that you’re not going to wear them, but you’re going to keep wearing them secretly. Don’t make it a secret. I know you love them…” That was it. Angela began to fidget as her bladder began to lose control. A sudden fast rush of pee began to fill her diaper while she was driving. When she finished, her diaper was soaked, and almost at the point of leaking. She then looked back at Lila and pouted. “Look what you made me do!” Lila nodded. “That’s why you need them. Would you rather have an accident in your seat?” Angela shook her head. “No. I’m actually glad that I’m wearing one now.” Minutes passed. They arrived at the house where Camden’s friend was at. The moment the car stopped, Camden came running out with the mother of the friend following him. The mother looked at the driver’s side of the car as the window rolled down. “I’m very sorry that he has to leave. Mrs…Watson?” Angela grinned. “I’m the daughter. I got my driver’s license a few months ago. Mr. and Mrs. Watson are away for the weekend…” The mother nodded. “I talked and reasoned with all of the boys. Even my own son. And they won’t stop teasing him about it!” Camden looked at the mother with his face red. “Stop talking about it!” He then looked at his older sister. “C’mon sis. Let’s go home!” Angela nodded, and look back at the mother. “He doesn’t need to be embarrassed anymore. I get the idea. Goodbye Mrs…” “Patterson!” the mother responded. She waved and made her way back inside the house. Camden entered the car and plopped his sleepover stuff on either side of where Lila was sitting. The soaked sleeping bag, his pillow, and his wet clothes were inside a black garbage bag. Still despondent, he looked at Lila, who had a somber look on her face. “Are you going to make fun of me? C’mon! I wanna hear it! ‘Cammie wet bed! Cammie wet bed! Cammie wet bed!’ That’s what you usually do…” But Lila shook her head, and a few tears rolled down her eyes. She pointed at her shirt. “No Camden,” she told him. “Why would I tease you about that? I wanna just be nice! Like my shirt! See?” Camden scowled. “So little Lila can speak in complete sentences now? Why would you tease me? Because you always do it! You’re such a brat! Mommy always spoils you and pays no attention to me!” That hit Lila hard. At that moment, Lila knew that she would be just as miserable as Camden if she never found the magic diaper. Instead of Lila making fun of Camden, Camden would be making fun of Lila. She could almost hear the words of a two-year-old Camden chanting “Lila wet bed” over and over again, with her seven-year-old self being ridiculed by a spoiled little brother. She knew that would’ve happened, which made her cry all the more. Lila shook her head and pointed to her “just be NICE” shirt again. “I’m not a brat anymore! Don’t you want your little sister to be nice to you?” Camden sighed, and looked at Angela. “Did you put her up to this?” Angela shook her head. “I did not bribe her or convince her. This is Lila’s own choice!” Camden looked at Lila again, who was giving him a nod of approval. “It’s her choice? Her choice to be NICE to me? What made her decide to become nice all of a sudden? She’s only two! And when did she start talking in complete sentences?” Lila looked at Camden and moved her strapped arms in vain. “I would hug you right now, but the seatbelt straps are in the way,” she whispered in his ear. Camden was still in disbelief. “My baby sister…being nice to me?” Lila quietly nodded, as she hugged Mr. Fluffykins. She didn’t want to say anymore to Camden right now, as he was still upset about the accident that he had at the sleepover. All she knew is that she wanted to do everything to be a nice sister to him right now. She knew the kind of life that she would lead if she was in Camden’s place. So, she wanted to do everything necessary to undo the hurt that she caused him the first couple years of her life that she relived. While the magic diaper turned her into a spoiled brat, she was ready to use it the right way this time. With all the wishes that she granted that came true, she was used to getting exactly what she wanted, and it spoiled her rotten. It took the magic diaper to scold her for her to see the rotten brat that she has become. A brat that always got what she wanted. And she was cruel towards everyone that loved her back. Her mom, her dad, her older sister, and even her older brother. When she started to help others, she recognized just how good it felt inside. Her sister’s reaction to her helping was priceless, and now it was her turn to help Camden. To share the spotlight that she stole from him by becoming the youngest Watson in the family. Camden looked at Angela and cried. “I…I don’t want to go to school anymore!” Angela glanced at the rearview mirror as she stopped at a busy intersection. “Camden, I know that you just want to run away from those kids that are bullying you, but you can’t run away from them forever. Sooner or later, you will have to face them.” “Let’s just go home!” Camden pouted. “Aren’t we going home? This isn’t the way home!” Angela smiled. “How about some McDonald’s? My treat!” Lila’s face lit up. “I LOVE McDonald’s! Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba! I’m lovin’ it!” Angela grinned. “I taught you that one, Lila Loo…” This made Lila giggle, causing her to pee her diaper a little bit. Camden sighed. “All my friends think I’m a baby now. Who still wets the bed at seven years old?” Angela looked at Camden and looked at the road in a half smile. Try sixteen, Camden. Every night, for a whole month! She thought. It then hit her. If she has to pee at all when she’s at McDonald’s, she will have to find a bathroom, and quick! The red chevy Impala pulled into the McDonald’s parking lot, finding a spot near the entrance, right by the handicap parking spaces. Angie was about to touch the buckle that was on Lila’s car seat, but Camden was already unbuckling Lila from her car seat. “I got it,” Camden told her. “If my baby sister is really serious about wanting to be nice to me, I want to give her a chance to prove it.” He unbuckled the last of the buckles holding Lila in her seat and lifted her out. “There you go, little sis.” Lila was now out of the car and she remembered what she told Camden. She gave him a passionate stare in the face. The kind that a little sister would give to their older brother. She ran up to him and gave him the tightest hug that she could. “Camden,” she whispered. “It’s going to be alright…” This made Camden begin to cry again. “You’re…” he stammered in tears. “You’re doing it. You’re being…nice!” Lila smiled, as she pointed to her t-shirt again and smiled. “Just be nice, Camden! I get it now.” Angela looked at the two and nodded. “Yes Lila!” she told her. “Why do you think I picked that shirt out? Now everyone, let’s go in and have a McDonald’s breakfast!” Both entered with Angela, Lila still looking much more excited than Camden. The three entered and Angela made the orders. She got herself a Sausage McMuffin with Egg with one hashbrown and a medium orange juice. She got Lila a hotcakes Happy Meal with a hash brown, a yogurt, and small minute maid orange juice. She got Camden the same thing that she got herself, since Camden didn’t want a Happy Meal. When they all began eating their food, it all got quiet. That is, until Angela felt that her bladder was full again. Not wanting her diaper to leak, she figured that it was a good opportunity to get Lila’s diaper changed. She looked at Lila with a grin. “Lila, do you need your diaper changed?” Lila’s diaper was beginning to sag and was getting soggy. She looked back at Angela and smiled. “No. I’m still dry!” Angela shook her head. “You’re such a kidder, Lila! Let me check!” Lila was thinking of making a wish to make her diaper dry, but she didn’t want to be mean to her sister. So, she sat there, her diaper sagging as she peed in it just a little more. Angela squeezed the diaper area between Lila’s legs and felt a squishy and soggy consistency. “Still dry, huh? Looks soaking wet to me! Come Lila. Let’s get your diaper changed.” Angela grabbed the diaper bag and took Lila by the hand. She then looked at Camden. “Camden, if you have to go potty too, you should go. You should try. Okay?” Camden’s eyes began to tear and he stood up immediately. He hurried to the men’s restroom, while Angela entered the woman’s restroom with Lila. Just as Angela entered the restroom, she felt her bladder again, and she began to do the “potty dance”. “Lila, hurry!” Lila looked at Angela and smiled. “Just go in your diaper!” she whispered. Angela shook her head and whispered. “Lila, it’s full! If I go anymore, it will leak!” Lila looked at her sister and whispered. “Why didn’t you tell me? If you needed a new diaper, you should’ve asked!” Angela scowled. “Lila, I’m right next to a toilet! Do you think that I’m just going to go in a diaper?” Lila smiled. “You have to change me first!” Angela shook her head. “My bladder is about to burst.” Angela then noticed something that made her heart sink. The handicap stall that had the changing table was occupied. She looked at the next two stalls. Both occupied! “Lila!” she whispered. “I’m about to pee my pants again. What am I going to do?” Lila smiled, as she knew that she was wearing a magic diaper underneath her skirt. “I know what I’m going to do, but what are you going to do?” Angela’s face turned red. “Please Lila. You can make whatever wish you want with that thing! Empty a stall!” she whispered “Nope!” Lila told her, whispering. “That’s breaking a rule. That would remove someone from it against their will!” “Well, do any other wish that doesn’t break the rules!” Angela whispered. “Just hurry!” Lila grinned and whispered into Angela’s ear. “I could make another diaper for you, and for our own private bathroom. We could do that. You’re probably not going to make it.” “Yes Lila!” Angela whispered in desperation. “Make the wish! Make the wish!” Lila sighed and then whispered into Angela’s ear again. “I don’t know. I know how much you like diapers but you’re not telling me the truth. I want you to tell me that you like diapers. Why are you so ashamed to tell me? I like them, and I know that you do, too. Tell me that you like diapers first!” Angela sighed and whispered again. “Lila, remember your shirt. Are you just being nice?” Lila nodded. “I am, but I need my older sister to be nice too, and honest! Do you like diapers? Please answer, Angie. I don’t want you to have another accident.” Angela nodded and whispered wildly in agreement. “I do, Lila! I like diapers! I love them! I love them!” Lila gasped, as she saw her older sister wildly shaking, her fidgeting and potty dance becoming more intense. She leaned down and whispered again. “You are about to pee in your pants again. There is no time for you to change into a new one, so I am going to make this wish instead. Oh, how I wish that my older sister was not in a leaky diaper and was in a dry diaper that fit her instead!” The bright light tickled Lila. No sooner that Lila made that wish that Angela’s bladder released. She let out an intense flood into her dry diaper that lasted a while. When she was finished, her diaper was half soaked again. She hugged Lila again and smiled. “Thank you, Lila!” she whispered. Angela glanced at all the stalls. They were all still occupied. “And the other wish?” she whispered. Lila whispered her next wish. “Oh, how I wish that there was a door that led to our own private bathroom that only we can see and use!” The light tickled Lila again and a door appeared. They entered the door and they were in a private bathroom complete with a toilet and a changing table. “We don’t have to whisper anymore!” Lila told her. “This bathroom is private, and all the walls are soundproof!” Angela grinned. “They are?” Lila nodded. “Of course they are! It’s my wish! And you wanna know what’s cool?” “What?” Angela asked. “Whenever we go to this McDonald’s again, this secret bathroom will still be here. Right in the woman’s bathroom. Only we can see it and only we can use it!” Angela nodded. “Now to change you, Lila loo…” Lila laid down and had Angela pull her skirt up. She undid her diaper and did all of the cleaning process. She wiped her, applied Aquaphor on her, and powdered her diaper area. She then fastened the two tapes to the center. She pulled Lila’s skirt back down. Lila looked at Angela again. “Are you going to be honest now? I like having a nice sister, but I want an honest one, too!” Angela felt her diaper and nodded. “Yes Lila. I promise I will be more honest with you. From that incident, I think I’m going to need protection a lot more often.” Lila giggled. “How about all the time!” Angela nodded. “It’s looking like that. The whole point is, Lila, is that I’m being truthful with you. I do only want to wear the diapers at night, but that incident just happened. I almost peed my pants again! I do it when I’m nervous or embarrassed. And I can’t lie! I really do like the way diapers feel on me. They’re so comfortable and I feel safe and secure in them.” Lila nodded. “I feel the same, Angie. In my first experience with returning to diapers, I was just an infant! I basically traded places with my brother. He became five years old and I became three months old. After that, I wore for a very long time. I even made a wish to figure out how long I have been wearing diapers ever since I found the magic diaper. I found out that I have been wearing diapers now for six years and five months. And with me being only five when I found the magic diaper, I have been wearing diapers longer than I have originally been alive. So of course, I love them, and I enjoy being in them. I would be a preteen right now, but I never want to grow up. I just don’t want to yet!” Angela nodded. “And you don’t have to, yet. You have that magic diaper, Lila. You can grow up whenever you want to. What makes me so happy is that you’re not acting like a brat anymore. You want to help me, and now you want to help Camden!” Lila nodded and pointed at her Geranimals t-shirt again. “I find that being nice is a lot more fun than being mean. I just have such a good feeling inside of me when I’m doing something good for someone else.” Angela gasped. “We can’t keep Camden waiting! When we get home, we need to let Camden in on our secret. I mean, he’s not the only one that wets the bed you know…” “I know,” Lila told her. We’re all bedwetters in our family! Hee hee. But I think diapers is going to help all of us. Do you think that Camden will like them?” Angela shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know Lila. I hope he does.” Angela picked up the diaper bag and left the private bathroom and public restroom with Lila. Camden was standing right outside the door, looking very impatient. “What took you so long?” Camden asked them. Camden then noticed the glow coming from Lila’s magic diaper. It was the same glow that he saw from his sister’s diapers ever since she was born. Since the magic diaper could allow children to see it, Camden could always see the glow, when the adults couldn’t. He gasped. “Is it Little Lila’s glowing diapers?” He looked at Angela with a curious look. “Can you see the glow? Mom can’t.” Angela nodded. “I can see it, and it’s something that we can talk about when we get home. Your baby sister is very special and she has something very awesome to tell you. But it will have to wait until we get home.” Camden nodded. “It’s her glowing diapers, right? Every one of them are glowing! And mom cannot see them? It frustrates me every time. Let’s get home! I can’t wait to talk about it! Angela, Lila, and Camden all went back to the red Chevy Impala. Just as Camden helped Lila out of her car seat, he helped her get back in it. He sat Lila in the seat and buckled all of her restraints. The car was quiet all the way home, as Lila was tired and she fell asleep, cuddling with Mr. Fluffykins. A gentle stream of pee began to fill Lila’s diaper after she did this. The red Chevy Impala pulled into the driveway. Camden unbuckled Lila out of her car seat and helped her out of it. Camden grabbed his sleepover stuff and the black garbage bag full of the evidence of his failed sleepover. They all entered the house, and Camden was excited. He couldn’t wait to find out this amazing thing that Lila had. Why did every diaper that my baby sister wear glow like a nightlight? Camden was about to find out. Angela, Lila, and Camden all sat on the long sectional that curved around the 75-inch 4K TV that was mounted in the center of the living room. Lila looked at Camden and smiled. “Is everybody ready? Angie already heard all of this, so I’m just going to be telling you, Camden…” Lila stood up in the center of the living room, in front of the TV. Camden nodded. “Please tell me, little sis. I have always seen that light coming from your diaper and mom never sees it!” Lila grinned. “She can’t see it! Only children can see it.” “Then why can Angie see it?” Camden said, frowning. “That’s what I’m going to tell you.” Lila told him. “But first, I have a question for everyone in the room. And be honest!” She said, giving Angie the stare. “Who in the room is a bedwetter? Raise your hand if you are!” Camden closed his eyes and scowled. “Lila! You told me that you were going to be nice to me! How is this being nice? I’m the only one in this room that’s going to have my hand raised!” Lila saw that Camden had his eyes closed. “Just open your eyes, Camden! I want you to see everyone else’s hands in the room!” “I don’t need to look!” Camden told her. “They’re all going to be down!” “Camden,” Lila said in a softer tone. “Please open your eyes. I’m not trying to make fun of you. I promise!” Camden sighed. “Oh, all right!” Camden opened his eyes and to his surprise, he saw both Lila and Angela with their hands raised. “Now you’re all making fun of me!” Angela shook her head. “No Camden. This seriously started happening to me more than a month ago.” Camden gasped. “You too?” Angela nodded, with her face turning red. “I’ll tell my story but I think that Lila wants to tell hers first.” Camden sighed. “Lila, how can you wet the bed? You wear diapers! And you don’t even sleep in a bed! You sleep in a crib! You’re only two, Lila…” Lila shook her head. “I wasn’t always like this. I wet the bed when I was five…” “But you’re two!” Camden argued. “Does this have anything to do with those flashing diapers that you wear?” Lila nodded. “It has everything to do with that. Yes.” Camden eyed her curiously. “Okay then. Tell me why your diapers always flash!” “Camden,” Lila told him. “All of my diapers flash because I’m wearing a magic diaper!” Camden gasped. “Magic? Like a magic show?” Lila nodded. “It’s better than a magic show. This magic diaper will grant almost any wish that I want!” Camden frowned. “Almost?” “Yeah!” Lila nodded. “There are rules that I have to follow and if I don’t follow them, the magic diaper will leave me forever.” Camden looked at his baby sister, still in disbelief. “Okay. So, grant a wish! If it grants almost whatever wish you want, make one!” Lila nodded. “I’m trying to think of a good one. Okay. Oh, how I wish that I had a hot fudge sundae!” The bright light tickled Lila and her wish was immediately granted. A hot fudge sundae appeared in her hands. Camden’s eyes lit up and he leapt out of his seat. “A hot fudge SUNDAE?! I LOVE hot fudge sundaes! They’re my favorite!” Lila grinned once again referencing her Garanimals “just be NICE” smiling winking daisy shirt. “I know. That’s why I made that wish. This is for you, Cammie Bear!” She said, after grinning with a smirk. Camden smiled and grabbed the hot fudge sundae out of his little sister’s hands. He then looked at Angela for approval. “Is it okay if I eat this?” Angela nodded. “It’s Lila’s wish! Enjoy the special snack, Cammie!” She then frowned at Lila and teased her. “Where’s the spoon, Lila! He can’t eat that with his bare hands!” She gave her little sister a soft playful jab in the groin. Lila made a funny face and it turned a shade of pink. “Hey. Stop it!” She then looked at Camden holding just the sundae with nothing to eat it with. “Oops. Time for another wish! Oh, how I wish that Camden had a nice spoon to eat that hot fudge sundae with!” Another flash and another tickle happened. A fine silver flatware spoon appeared in Camden’s hand. Camden began eating the hot fudge sundae at once. “Wow! Thanks Lila!” He then glanced at the glow coming from underneath Lila’s orange skirt. “So that diaper grants you whatever wish you want, huh? Well, except for the rules that you have to follow. Kind of like the genie in Aladdin?” “Nope!” Lila told him. “The genie only gave Aladdin THREE wishes! This magic diaper will grant me unlimited wishes. So, it’s like the genie only way better.” Angela nodded. “Camden, Lila just made two wishes. If she was bound by the genie’s rules, she would only have one wish left. How many wishes have you made with that magic diaper, Lila?’ Lila thought for a moment. “I made a wish like that before, and the answer that I got was really big. I don’t know what it is but it would have to be thousands.” Camden gasped. “So my little sister has a flashing magic diaper and has been making thousands of wishes since she was born?” “Before I was born!” Lila corrected him. “Before?” Camden said, looking shocked. “How is that possible?” “I already told you!” Lila told him. “Didn’t I tell you that I was five?” “But you’re two!” Lila nodded. “I AM two, but I wasn’t always that age. Camden, this is the second time that I have been born. During the first time, I was five.” Camden gasped. “So, you were five before?” Lila nodded. “And you were three months old! You were my little brother!” Camden gave Lila a weird look. “But you’re my little sister!” “Camden, I know!” she told him. “Do you remember what I’m wearing? I made a wish with the magic diaper and we switched places! I became the younger sister and you became my older brother.” Camden took another bite of his hot fudge sundae. “Why Lila? Why did you switch places with me?” Lila’s eyes began to fill up with tears. “Cause you were getting all the attention and mommy was ignoring me!” she wailed. “I was the little sister before you were born. But since you were born, mommy didn’t pay any attention to me! It was always ‘Look at Cammie! Isn’t he so CUTE?’ Or ‘Is Cammie a little wet? Better go change him!’ “ Camden’s tears began coming out as well. “What do you think it was like for me? Look at Little Lila! Ain’t she CUTE? Oh no! Lila’s diaper is wet! Time for another one! You may have traded places, but I’m the miserable one now while you get all those unlimited wishes with that magic diaper…” Lila wiped more tears out of her eyes. “I would’ve been just as miserable, Camden. So you wanna know why I raised my hand, Camden? When mommy started to ignore me after you were born, I started to wet the bed almost every night. Every night, I had a dream, and every time I woke up, I was totally soaked! Why do you think I was so upset about my baby brother being doted on by my mommy?” Lila began to weep louder, with more tears flooding out. “Oh, mommy doesn’t have time to take care of my soaked bedding ‘cause my little brother has another soaked diaper!” Camden was just as upset, and kept crying. “How do you think that I started wetting the bed, Lila? I had a lot of accidents when I was five like you, but they started to get better as I got older. Then, I start having accidents again! The first one was a month ago. Then, a week ago! Then, I have this accident in front of all my friends at a sleepover! I thought I was done with bedwetting!” Lila then began to think of the magic diaper. This was the magic diaper that solved all of her problems the one night where she felt neglected and unloved. She wanted the attention and the magic diaper gave that to her. “Camden? Can I tell you the whole story? I think that it may help you feel better…” Camden began to wipe more tears out of his eyes. He was still crying, but not as hard now. “Tell it, Lila. I want everything to make sense…” Lila nodded and looked at Camden, who now had an empty glass where the hot fudge sundae sat in, with small drops of vanilla ice cream and chocolate syrup settled at the bottom. “This may sound like a night that you experienced when I was your age. It may even sound like your sleepover. But let me tell you everything. Please don’t interrupt.” Camden nodded, and Lila began her story. “Now Camden,” she said, looking at him. “I know that in this family that I’m the youngest and that I’m only two. But that wasn’t always the case. Before I found this magic diaper and made a single wish, YOU were the youngest!” “When all this started, you were only three months old and were my little brother. I was the oldest and was five. Angela, I know that you are the oldest now, but you already know why, and I will get to that. That night when I was five, some crying woke up. It was my baby brother Camden again and he needed a diaper change. My mommy took care of it as usual while I tried to get back to sleep. I finally did, and I had that dream…You know? The dream where you have to go to the bathroom?” Camden nodded. “I had that dream and I used the toilet and everything. When I woke up, I was once again soaked. I wasn’t going to stay in a soaked bed for the rest of the night! I entered mommy’s room and told her that I had an accident. She then took me to the bathroom to clean me up. I got my clothes off while she went to change my bedding. I was told to wait there so I waited. I then noticed a glow of light coming out of the trash bin below. I opened up the cabinet that had the trash bin below the sink and found a white sack that mommy threw away. The glow was coming from there. I reached into the glow and pulled out a diaper. Why was it glowing? It was a Huggies Little Snugglers Size 1 diaper. Mommy forgot to use this one!” Camden gasped. “Sorry for interrupting, Lila. But couldn’t I have had this magic diaper if mom would’ve used it on me?” Lila shook her head. “No. The bag was empty! I have asked the magic diaper about this before. The bag was empty when mommy threw it away. It heard my crying. It heard my tears…And that’s when that empty bag began to flash…And the empty bag wasn’t empty anymore.” “I put the diaper back in the white bag and closed the cabinet door. I waited for mommy to clean me and we took a shower together. I got new jammies and sheets. Mommy tucked me in and I waited for mommy to go to her room. Then I went back and grabbed the diaper out of the white plastic bag. I took it into the room with me. I didn’t know what to do with it. I finally decided to hold it. I thought of everything that I went through, and I made the wish. I wished that I was the little sister instead of you being the little brother. That’s the wish that changed everything. That’s why I’m the younger sister now…” Camden nodded. “That makes sense. But why were you so bratty? Was it that magic diaper?” Lila nodded. “Uh-huh! After I knew I could make wishes with it, I made one where every diaper that I was changed with was the magic diaper. That is the oldest wish that I made that is still coming true to this day. I then made many other wishes. I wished for a babysitter, to be old enough to walk again, to be different ages, and finally to be at the very moment I was born. I experienced birth once again and the first diaper that was put on me at the hospital was the magic diaper. Over the next two years, I made every kind of wish that I wanted. I was so used to getting everything that I wanted. The magic diaper changed me. I acted like a brat and I wasn’t nice to anyone. To me, I was just having fun! But how many other people were having fun around me? The magic diaper then scolded me like mommy and daddy and that’s where I learned about all the rules. And I broke so many of them! After it talked to me, I wanted to use the magic diaper differently. To love my family and help them. And you know what, Camden? It felt good helping my sister…and it’s going to feel good helping you too!” A few tears began to appear in Camden’s eyes again. “So, what were your new wishes after that?” Lila pointed to Angela. “I wished for an older sister. I wanted one that was old enough to babysit. After that, you were no longer the oldest. Angie was.” Camden hugged Lila and smiled. “Little sis,” he told her. “I’m glad that you found that magic diaper. Now I want to know about Angie…” He looked at Angie with a serious look. “You also raised your hand! How did you become a bedwetter?” Angela’s face reddened again. She wasn’t as nervous as she was before, but she still ended up peeing her diaper a little bit. This time, she didn’t even realize that she was peeing. “How Camden? Over a month ago, I had a dream where I wet the bed. While I was wetting it, I became four years old again. Mom then punished me by putting me back in diapers. I actually kind of liked it…Wait! Did I just say that out loud?” Both Camden and Lila nodded. But Lila gave Angela a reassuring smile. “It’s okay to like that. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Angela nodded. “Anyway, after I woke up from that dream, I was soaking wet! I ended up having accidents over and over and kept wetting my bed for the next four days! On the fourth night, I didn’t even have that dream and I still wet the bed. So, I took my baby sister’s diapers and used them as protection for the next month. So Camden, most of us Watsons are bedwetters. Lila was one, I am one, and you are one. Hope that helps you feel better…” Lila gave Angela a funny face. “And…? You left something out, Angie!” Angela grinned. “I told him everything!” Lila shook her head. “No! You promised to be honest! Do you want me to tell him or are you going to tell him?” Angela sighed. “Fine. To help with my bedwetting, Lila wished for some diapers that I could wear to help me with that. Two jumbo boxes of Size 12 Pampers Cruisers and one jumbo box of Size 12 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights. I’m glad that I’m wearing because it’s more than half full. It does feel good when you go in it…Did I say that too?” Camden nodded. “Yes. So you need diapers now? You and your sister may be wearing diapers but I don’t want to wear any!” All of a sudden, Camden felt a strong pressure on his bladder. It was so strong and so sudden, that it was very hard for him to hold it. Then, it happened. A steady stream of pee flowed out and Camden was sitting in a puddle of pee in seconds. “NO! Not again! I’m not even sleeping!” He gave Lila an angry stare. “You didn’t wish for this, did you?” Lila shook her head. “I made no wishes! Not for you or Angela!” Angela nodded. “She’s right. Mom had night time accidents when she was growing up. It runs in the family.” Lila then looked at Camden with a concerned look on her face. “Camden, do you want some diapers?” Camden scowled. “Are you making fun of me now? No Lila! I don’t want any diapers! I’m not a baby!” Angela sighed. “Camden, she’s not making fun of you! She’s trying to help you! You should put one on. It will help you with your accidents. It’s very comfortable too.” Lila looked at Angela and exchanged glances with her. She then mouthed the words to Angela “Should I just make them for him anyway?” Angela looked at Lila and mouthed back the words “You should. He might change his mind.” And with that, Lila looked at Camden with concern. My poor brother. Now he’s having accidents too? Oh, how I wish that Camden had diapers that could fit him! The flashing light tickled Lila and her wish was immediately granted. Three mega sized boxes of Size 6 Pampers appeared in his room. Two Pampers Cruisers and one Pampers Swaddlers Overnights. She then wished for two packs of baby wipes, two tubes of Aquaphor, and two containers of baby powder. Angela took Camden upstairs to clean him up while Lila wished for the stain to be removed on the couch. Meanwhile, Angela was getting Camden situated in the shower. “Let me know when you’re done!” Angela told him, as she closed the bathroom door. “I will!” Camden shouted. Angela entered Camden’s room and smiled. She opened a mega-sized box of Size 6 Pampers Cruisers and grabbed a pack of baby wipes, a tube of Aquaphor, and a container of baby powder. As much as Camden doesn’t want to be put back in diapers, she feels like this is the best option for him right now. A few minutes later, Camden walks out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. When she saw Angela holding the diaper with all the supplies, he shook his head. “Angie, Lila wears a Size 3, not a Size 6.” Angela nodded. “I know her size, Cammie Bear. This diaper is not for her. It’s for you. Go lay down in your room and I will change you.” Camden shook his head. “No! I am not a baby! I am not wearing that diaper!” Angela gave him a serious face. “And I am NOT going to deal with anymore wet bedding! If you don’t wear that diaper and pee your bedding tonight, you are sleeping in wet bedding tonight! Do I make myself clear?” Camden thought of the wet sleeping bag and sighed. “Okay! Are you going to treat me like a baby too?” Angela shook her head. “Not at all, Camden! Just think of it as protection to help you not have accidents. I am hoping to grow out of this. And until you do, you will need them.” Camden sighed. “Well, you’re wearing them too…I wonder if mom had to wear when she was little?” Angela scratched her head. “I don’t know. I’ll ask her later.” Camden reluctantly entered his room and laid down on the floor. Angela came in and rubbed the Aquaphor and powder on Camden’s diaper area. She then folded the front of the Size 6 Pamper and folded the tabs snugly into the landing zone. “There, Cammie Bear!” she said with a smile. “You’re good to go!” Camden quickly got some pants and put them on. A noticeable bulge was showing from behind. “I can’t wear these to school,” he said, frowning. “All the kids are going to make fun of me…” Angela sighed. “If they do, they do. If your accidents keep getting worse, you may need to wear diapers on a regular basis.” Camden shook his head. “I don’t wanna wear diapers! Can’t Lila wish that I was potty trained, or that I stop having accidents?” Angela smiled. “If Lila wants to do that, she will. It’s her wishes!” Lila just entered the room. “I just heard Camden ask about my wishes. Can I make wishes that you’re potty trained? I know every rule, and I don’t think I can make those kinds of wishes. It has something to do with your learning being replaced with magic. If you want to be without diapers, you will have to train your muscles without magic. The same goes for you, Angie.” Camden looked at Lila, and then at the magic diaper underneath his baby sister’s skirt. “Lila, could you wish for another magic diaper that I could wear?” Lila shook her head. “Sorry! There can only be one magic diaper, and it chooses the child that is miserable. It’s against the rules to wish for another magic diaper.” Camden put a blue shirt on and looked at his younger sister. “Do you want to go and watch Bluey with me, Lila?” Lila’s face lit up. “I love Bluey!!!” Camden grinned. “So, do I. Let’s go watch some Bluey!” The two ran downstairs, leaving Angela in Camden’s room. Angela felt her diaper and it was very squishy. There was not a dry spot left in her diaper, as it was soaked from front to back. She walked back towards her room. It’s time to change into a new diaper… Angela entered her room. She pulled down her baggy pants and pulled up her oversized pink shirt. She undid her diaper and wadded it up into a ball. She then got out the wipes and wiped everything good. She did the same with the Aquaphor and the powder. There were no rashes so far. She laid on a new Size 12 Pamper and folded it forward. She snugly fastened both tabs into the landing zone. All of sudden, Angela felt a strong urge to suck her thumb, so she began to suck it. She put her jeans back on and pulled her pink shirt back down. She took her thumb out of her mouth, as she didn’t want Lila and Camden to see this. She gracefully waddled downstairs, finding Lila laying by Camden, watching Bluey together. Angela approached Lila and winked at her. Lila, looking back and Angela wondered what the wink meant. She then smiled. “Did you change into a new one?” Angela happily nodded. “Yup!” She glanced at the TV. “Oh! You’re both watching Bluey! I’ll watch it with both of ya…” Angela smiled as her eyes began to focus intently on the TV. As the show continued, she was totally consumed by the wonderful characters and the stories in each bite-sized episode. As the episodes continued, she began to suck her thumb again. She was so focused on the show that she didn’t even realize that Lila and Camden were watching her do this. Lila gasped when she saw her older sister suck her thumb. “Wow. Now you’re sucking your thumb too?” Angela snapped back into reality and gasped when she realized that her thumb was in her mouth. Her face became a shade of red and she removed it. She then peed her diaper a little bit as she looked at Lila. “Um…You didn’t see that. Okay?” Camden made a funny face. “Big sis, we both saw it! You’re busted!” Lila then whispered into Angela’s ear. “It’s okay. I’m a thumb sucker too. If you really like sucking your thumb, I have something to give you later. I’ll just wish for it!” Angela nodded, as she finished peeing a little more in her diaper. This made her do a check on Lila and Camden. She pinched the part of the diaper between Lila’s legs. It felt damp, but not soaked. She didn’t want to embarrass Camden, so she just asked him. “Cammie Bear, do you need a diaper change?” Camden shook his head. “I barely went in it! Maybe I’ll need one when I have something to drink later…” Angela nodded. After that, they watched a few more episodes of Bluey. With it being lunchtime, Angela made them some lunch. Some Spaghetti O’s with goldfish crackers and some Cinnamon Teddy Grahams. And to wash everything down, she poured apple juice for everyone. A baby bottle for Lila, a small glass for Camden, and a taller glass for herself. She brought the food out to the living room on standup TV trays and they all enjoyed the food and juice while continuing to watch more Bluey. The Bluey marathon continued, until Lila felt a massive BM forming inside her. Right after this, a flow of warm mass emptied into her diaper and began filling it. Lila didn’t say anything. She just happily sat in her mess, while continuing to watch Bluey. The smell then began to fill the room, getting Angela’s attention. Angela looked at Lila with a sense of urgency. “Uh, Lila? Hoo man! I think you need a diaper change, dearie. Let’s go get one, you tinky girl…” Lila then squirmed, spreading the mess around some more. “I no smell anything!” Camden paused the show and laughed. “I do! And it SMELLS! Angela found a sack of Pampers Size 3 Cruisers and some changing supplies by the end of the sectional under a coffee table. “Can’t smell anything? Come on, you cutie pie. Let Big Sis Angie change you out of that stinky butt.” Lila grinned. “Otay!” Camden grinned, noticing that his baby sister slipped back into her little space. He didn’t say anything, as he wanted to treasure the moment. Angela laid Lila on a changing mat and pulled off her orange skirt. She then undid the diaper and quickly wadded up the stinky mess. She cleaned Lila with the wipes, Aquaphor, and powder and got her into a fresh new Size 3 Pamper. She put her orange skirt back on her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Lila joyfully cooed as she was in a new magic diaper. She knew that she was still in her little space, but she didn’t want to leave it quite yet. She saw Bluey still in freeze frame and pouted. “Mo Bwewy! Mo Bwewy!” Camden nodded and unpaused the show. Bluey continued, and they all sat there, completely mesmerized by the show. The Bluey Marathon continued into dinnertime. Angela was going to get up and make dinner, when she saw Camden with an uncomfortable look on his face. “What’s wrong, Camden?” Camden squirmed, and began to do the “I have to go potty” dance. “I really have to go!” Lila then smiled at Camden. “You’re wearing a diaper! Just go!” Angela nodded. “You should. By the time you get to the bathroom, it will be too late.” Camden sighed, as he felt a warm rush of pee flowing into his diaper. The SAP powders began turning into gels as the hot pee began filling the diaper. Camden let out a happy sigh as he felt everything emptying into it. He then whispered into Lila’s ear. “I can see why you wanted me to do this, little sis. It feels good.” Lila nodded and whispered back. “I know what you mean. Just don’t wait until it gets cold and icky. It’s better when it’s warm.” Camden nodded as the pee flow stopped. He then stood up, and began to walk towards the staircase. Angela stopped him in midstep. “Where are you going, Camden?” Camden frowned and pointed at his groin area. “My diaper is soaked. I’m going to change into a new one.” Angela shook her head. “If you’re going to change into a new one, I’m going to do it. Upstairs Cammie Bear…” Camden went upstairs and Angela cleaned him. She then changed him into a new Size 6 Pamper. They both went back downstairs and Angela looked at Camden. “Go play with Lila while I make dinner. We’re having Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, mini hot dogs, apple sauce and Little Debbie Fudge Rounds for dessert! Camden nodded and went into the living room, where Lila was playing with building blocks. He joined her and they built a little town. Lila then destroyed the town with one of her stuffed animals. The playtime continued while Angela made their dinner. Finally, it was dinner time. Everyone ate their dinner and washed it down with milk. After dinner, they all watched a Disney Movie. They watched Frozen, since it was one of Lila’s favorites. After Frozen was over, it was time for bed. “Time for bed!” Angela announced. “Camden, brush your teeth and pick out your pajamas. Then wait in your room and I’ll change you into a new diaper. I’m getting Lila ready for bed and then I’ll help you. Sound good, Cammie Bear?” Camden nodded and went upstairs to brush his teeth while Angela took Lila up to her room to get her diaper changed. Angela took a whiff and gasped. “Another stinky? Let’s get you out of that one and into your nighttime one, Lila Loo…” Lila nodded, as she was placed on the changing table. She grabbed her pink pacifier that was nearby and began suckling it. That’s when she remembered what Angela did earlier. She was sucking her thumb. At this, she smiled as Angela began to remove her stinky diaper. Since my sister loves sucking her thumb so much, I want to give her something special. Oh, how I wish that my older sister had her very own pink pacifier that’s in her size! The tickling happened and Lila’s wish was immediately granted. Angela wadded up the stinky diaper and began cleaning Lila. She then gave Lila a funny look. “Lila,” she said. “I have a personal question to ask you, and it has to do with you wearing diapers. I don’t have a problem with peeing in my diapers now. What is it like to mess in them? It sounds gross to me. I can’t bring myself to do this.” Lila nodded. “Messing? You mean pooping? It’s like peeing, only it smells really bad when it comes out. I’m so used to it that the smell doesn’t even bother me. I mean, after being in diapers for more than six years, I’ve pooped my diapers many times.” Angela nodded. “Okay. I don’t think I’m quite ready to mess yet. It just sounds gross. Not to mention the cleanup.” Lila gave her a curious look. “If you want to, I can wish for bigger wipes. Just in case you want to, you know?” Angela nodded. “Don’t make the wish yet. I will let you know.” Lila happily smirked. “Otay!” Angela finished cleaning Lila and rubbed the Aquaphor in. There was a mild rash forming on her tiny rear. She was then powdered and put in a Size 3 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights. She then put Lila into a pink onesie, since it was hot out. She lifted Lila into her crib and laid her next to Mr. Fluffykins and her empty bottle. She then eyed Lila curiously. “No naps today? You must be tired!” Lila nodded. “I wished that I wasn’t tired so I could spend more time with Camden! I will take a nap tomorrow…” She stuck the pacifier back in her mouth and continued suckling it. Angela grinned. “Okay Lila!” she said, kissing her on the cheek. She then looked at the empty bottle. “Are you going to wish for some more milk?” Lila nodded. “I do it when you go!” Angela smiled. “Good night, my sweet little princess…” She closed the door to Lila’s room and walked into Camden’s room. Camden was laying on his bed in just his soaked diaper, ready for Angela to change him into a new one. Angela changed him while he remained quiet. She knew that he was still embarrassed about being in diapers again, so she kept quiet while she changed him. Since there was no mess, it was a very easy change. “All set, Cammie Bear!” “Thanks Angie!” he shouted. “Good night!” “Good night!” Angela shouted back. Angela left the room, leaving Camden laying there, in the pajamas that he picked out. Camden thought about everything that happened that day. His mind still returned to the embarrassing accident he had early this morning. The accident that resulted in all of his friends making fun of him. Every one of them called him “Baby Camden”, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He then thought of Lila and the mysterious flashing diaper that she wore. He finally found out that it was a magic diaper that could grant her every wish. This made things easier for Camden, as he didn’t have to sit in wet underwear anymore. At the same time, he was concerned about how things were going to happen at school. Is he going to have to change himself? How would that work? He loved how he watched Lila transform from an entitled brat to a loving and caring little sister. A little sister that really wasn’t so little. A five-year-old living in a two-year-old’s body. He loved just how nice his sister was, and how much they got along. Even during playtime, he noticed just how kinder and more polite she was around him. And watching Bluey nonstop with Lila was the highlight of the whole day. When he did this, he didn’t even care that he was in diapers. He just wanted to enjoy his favorite cartoon with Lila. And it seemed like Angela was really enjoying the show, too. He can’t help but admit that it was weird to see his older sister sucking on her thumb. But then he thought about the thing that they all shared in common. Because of them all being bedwetters, they all needed diapers in some capacity. With it almost being summer break, he had just one more week of school to go. After that, he didn’t have to worry about diapers at school until the fall. Lila happily laid in her crib, cuddling with Mr. Stuffykins. She thought about the ways that she helped Camden today. In the same way that she helped Angela, it felt really good when she was helping her older brother as well. She wished for her empty bottle to be filled with more breastmilk and she began suckling the bottle. She thought about pacifier in Angela’s room and smiled. I hope she likes it! Lila finished her bottle and her eyes became really heavy and full of sleep. Within minutes, Lila was fast asleep. Angela was sitting in the living room on her cell phone. She was talking to her mother, who just called her recently. —Begin Phone Call— Angela: Hi mom! Cynthia: Hi sweetie. How are things going with you and Lila? Angela: Correction mom. Camden is with us too. Cynthia: Oh, is he? Wasn’t he supposed to spend the whole weekend at his friends? What happened? Angela: Camden soaked his sleeping bag. I had to pick him up around 7 in the morning. Cynthia: Again? Camden just wet the bed a week ago! Angela: And a month ago too, mom. I know. Cynthia: So, did you get him some Pullups? You should put in Pullups at night if he’s starting to wet the bed again. Angela: He’s actually in diapers. He would totally soak a Pullup overnight. Cynthia: Diapers? I know that Camden is small for his age. What about Goodnites? Angela: Mom! I think he would soak a Goodnite too so I have him in Size 6 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights. Cynthia: Okay. I would keep him in diapers at night until he’s dry every night. That’s what I did with you when you were four. Remember? Angela: Mom! Do you really need to bring that up? Cynthia: I do, honey. You know, I wet the bed until I was seven. My mom kept me in Pullups every night until I was no longer wet. Angela: Every night, mom? Well, Camden is seven so I guess that makes sense. Cynthia: Yes. Us Millers have quite the history with nighttime accidents. Just ask your grandpa about it. Angela: Mom! I’m not going to ask him! Cynthia: Okay. Are they all in bed? Angela: Yes. Both Lila and Camden. Cynthia: So, what did you do today? Angela: I took them to McDonald’s for breakfast. Then we watched Bluey when we got home. I made lunch and they watched more Bluey. Then it was dinner time and we watched Frozen after that. Cynthia: Ah, Frozen! That’s Lila’s favorite! Angela: Yup. How about you? Cynthia: Me and your dad had a fun time at the lake. We took the speedboat out since the fish weren’t biting very good today. Angela: So no fishing boat? Cynthia: Not today. We went cruising around the lake and met up with a few of our friends. Stacy, Rob, Pete, Veronica… Angela: Oh. Them? They’re a lot of fun, mom. Cynthia: They are. We got to see their kids too. Tonya is a such a cutie. She’s Stacy’s daughter and she’s Lila’s age so I think they would get along very good. Alex is the older brother at just six years. He’s very nice to Tonya. It’s so cute. Angela: Was Bradley there? Cynthia: Bradley? Your little crush? He was. I saw him on the jet skies with his friends. Angela: Mom. Stop… Cynthia: Well, he is dear. I see how you act around him… Angela: Okay. What about Veronica’s kids? Cynthia: You mean Tiffany and Andrew? They were both up too. Tiffany just turned three, and little Andy is just eight months old now. It’s so cute to see Tiffany act like the big sister. Angela: I would imagine mom. What else happened? Cynthia: We invited them back to our cottage for dinner. We all ate and now we’re just relaxing. Make sure that house looks good because we’re coming back home tomorrow before noon. Angela: Before noon? Don’t worry, mom. I will! Cynthia: I’m going to let you go now. Enjoy the rest of your weekend! Angela: I will, mom! Thanks! Bye! Cynthia: Bye! —End Phone Call— Angela smiled as she placed her cell phone in her pocket. It was now time for bed, but she decided to watch couple more episodes of Bluey before she did that. She sucked her thumb again while she was watching them. After that, she drank a glass of milk and went upstairs to brush her teeth. She entered her room and closed the door. She looked at her bed and gasped. Laying on top of her bed was a pink pacifier. She picked it up and stuck it in her mouth. It fit around her mouth perfectly. She took it out and smiled. “Lila…my magic diaper girl…” She laid the pacifier down and began to take her clothes off. She removed her pink shirt and took off her baggy pants. This caused the diaper she was wearing to sag down. It felt heavy, like she was carrying a weight. She was peeing her diaper again while she was on the phone with her mom. She removed the diaper and rolled it up. It felt like a water balloon and she could barely roll it up all the way. She wadded it into a ball and got out another Size 12 Pampers Swaddlers Overnights, since she just opened that box last night. She did the usual cleaning routine on herself and powdered the inside of the diaper. She then laid on it and powered her diaper area before folding it over and fastening the tabs snugly on the landing zone that hugged her waist. She joyfully cooed and put a new night gown on. It was a yellow one, instead of the pink one that she wore the night before. She got into her bed, grabbed her new pink pacifier and began suckling it, while quietly thanking her little sister for the new gift. Angela woke up to the sound of a car engine running. Her diaper felt damp. She would say barely half full, with still plenty of room for more wettings. Having slept with the pacifier in her mouth, she took it out and looked out the window. Mom and dad were home. She checked the clock. 10:42 a.m. Time to get Lila and Camden up. Angela was about to approach Lila’s room when Camden tugged at Angela’s nightgown. “Yes Cammie Bear?” Camden looked at her with a needy expression. “Can you…um…change my diaper? It’s almost completely soaked.” Angela shook her head. “Mom and dad just got home. Maybe she’ll change it for you. Get a shower.” Camden nodded and entered the bathroom. Angela entered Lila’s room and scooped her out of her crib. At that moment, she heard her parents from downstairs. “WE’RE HOME!” It was her mom. Lila grabbed Mr. Stuffykins as Angela picked her up. Her face lit up. “Is mommy home?” “Yes,” she told her. “And I need you to act like a two-year-old. For now, mom can’t know about this. Okay?” “Otay!” Lila shouted in her two-year-old voice. She then whispered in her older sister’s ear. “Did you enjoy the pacie? We can talk later when mommy’s not around…” “Yes, Lila Loo,” she whispered back. “Thanks for the pacie…” She exited the bedroom and saw her mother standing there. “Hi mom!” she said, while holding Lila. “I was just getting Lila up…” Mrs. Watson nodded and took Lila from Angela. “How’s my little Lila doing?” Lila smiled. “I gud mommy!” Angela went downstairs with her mother and Lila and they entered the living room, while Mr. Watson was unloading everything from the car. After everything was unloaded, Camden came downstairs in his clothes for the day and the whole family sat down in the living room. After a brief moment of silence, Mrs. Watson glanced at Angela. “So…” she finally said. “How did the weekend go? I did hear a little last night, but how did it go? Did you all have fun?” Angela smiled, as she began to slowly pee in her diaper. “We all had fun, mom. And I’m gonna tell you all about it.” Angela began telling her mother about the fun weekend that she had, leaving out the important details regarding Lila and her magic diaper. This weekend was indeed a fun weekend. A weekend to remember. And Lila glanced up at her big sister. The sister that she loved so dearly. From the time that she first appeared, Lila could definitely agree. This was, without a doubt, one of the best wishes that Lila has ever made. A wish for an older sister was benefit to not just Lila, but to the entire family. It didn’t matter that Angela had a bedwetting problem, as this was common on Cynthia’s side of the family. All that mattered was that Lila had an awesome sister that loved her and she was able to love her back in return. As she heard her older sister recount the entire weekend, she held Mr. Stuffykins close as she suckled her pink pacifier. From the discipline that the magic diaper gave her, she quickly learned all the rules and she understood every one that she broke. She would no longer abuse the wishes and let them alter her DNA. While Lila’s intention was to just have fun with the magic diaper, it turned her into a spoiled brat. And the discipline was effective in altering her behavior. Lila gave up her bratty ways and became a loving sister. At first, she did it to keep the magic diaper. But it became more and more genuine as she acted nice more and more. Lila looked at her older sister fondly, as she laughed with her parents about the Bluey marathon they all had together. This was, indeed, the best wish that Lila ever made.

Nothing voluntarily for me but in the summertime I do have an affinity for watermelon. I do love eating really good watermelon and the better it is 5he more I eat. Need I say more?

My younger daughter and I were the victims of a rather hilarious verbal attack last night, although I think she was more insulted than I was. She was supposed to be getting ready for bed, although at this point her bedtime is rather fluid, and I will note here that when it suits my wife, she's more than happy to take a relaxed approach to this particular rule - if they're sitting in bed watching some female-oriented drama where everyone is either cheating on each other, or has cancer, or both, then if my daughter stays up an extra half hour, it's no big deal. But last night, my wife was tired because she had done a lot of driving (for her) during the day, so there was no TV viewing scheduled, and she'd asked my daughter to get ready for bed. I ended up engaged in a game with her where one of us hides somewhere close to where we know the other is about to appear, and then we jump out and yell "Boo" and try to scare the crap out of the other person. We do this all the time and laugh our butts off, but last night my wife was finding it irritating, even though we were playing out in the hall and our bedroom door was closed. After my daughter got me when I was coming up the stairs with the dog, she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth, so I hid inside the doorway to the guest bedroom, and jumped out when she was coming up the hallway towards her bedroom, yelling the requisite "Boo!" and causing her to jump. She then attacked me physically, attempting to shove me back into the guest bedroom so that she could pull the door closed and then hold it shut (I know her tactics because they are my tactics). So, I was resisting being shoved into the bedroom, and both of us were laughing, which I guess had the dog, who was in our room with my wife, barking, because he wanted to get in on the action. So, my wife came shooting out the door of our bedroom, and yelled "APPARENTLY I'M SURROUNDED BY CHILDREN!" My daughter said something like "Chill, mom, I'm going to bed in a second..." And then my wife responded by pointing to her and then to me in succession, and saying "YOU"RE wearing a diaper, and YOU'RE wearing a diaper - I'm the only adult in this house right now, apparently, so I guess I have to be the heavy. GO TO BED!" Then she stomped away. This got both my eyes and my daughter's eyes wide, because my mother-in-law is staying with us and was somewhere in the house. Had she heard the exchange...? (One saving grace is that her hearing is not great...) My daughter gave me an indignant under-her-breath "What the hell... anyway, I'm not wearing a diaper, it's a pull-up...", and then we disengaged and I followed her to her room to turn out the lights. I, of course, was wearing a diaper, although under my jeans, because I'd just come back in from walking the dog, but I didn't want it announced, like a toast at a wedding, to my mother-in-law...

Either I'm not sensitive enough back there or I'm doing something wrong. I've tried several prostate massagers and a few plugs but none of them could ever make me orgasm like others seem to. I can get generally erect and that's it. Doesn't even seem all that stronger of an orgasm after other stimulation either.

I have not found dependency an issue for me. I wear during the day because I want to not because I have to. That may have helped. But, for me, I have become a non-reliable bedwetter through time and patience. It was a combination of good diapers, hydrating before bed, and riding it out. In about six months I was sleep wetting a few times a week. That’s about where I am now 8 months in. Looking forward to more frequent and heavier wettings as time goes on but I’ll just wait and see. But, I don’t worry about an accident if I choose not to wear during the day.

The ride was long and when she had tried to speak the officers had ignored her. She was bored, and eventually she fell asleep. "Hello sweetie! Its time to wake up." An overly cheerful voice said as mary grogilly woke up then gaped. The building that stood before her was huge. But that wasn't what made her gape. What made her gape was the fact that it was set in the center of a college campus. The building was a pink mansion with a large sign brightly declaring "katies orphanage." Mary tried to stand up but the girl who had woken mary up simply pushed her down into some kind of chair. Before Mary could react, the girl started straping her legs and arms, Mary was to dazed and confuzed to put up much of a fight. By the time she had even realized what was going on she was trapped in the adult sized stroller. "H-" before she could finish the girl attempted to shove a pacifier into Marrys mouth. Marry kept her mouth closed. She would not let herself be degraded further. Without warning Marry felt a jolt of pleasure from her loins. She looked down to see the girl hands stroking her crotch. Marry tried not to, but the girl was skilled. In no time she opened her mouth to moan involuntary and the girl took iniative. Shoving the pacifier into Marrys mouth, tieing the childish gag around her head. Marry tried to spit out the pacifier but found she couldn't. Wothout further ado the girl began to wheel her to her soon to be new homr.

Chapter Six "What do you two think you are doing?" Ms. Lady's voice was sharp and loud, like the sound of breaking glass. Her timing was the opposite of impeccable: only seconds after Ai twitched and spasmed, splattering the inside of her diaper with cum. Her timing was sinful. "Oh, Ms. Lady!" Rin said through labored breaths, struggling to her feet. "I was just, uh... this new student here—" Like the crack of thunder, the ruler came down on the side of Rin's thigh. Ai squinted up at the bleary lights, at the fresh air... she was dizzy and in disbelief. "Both of you, to the principal's office. Now." "Y-yes ma'am..." Rin reached down and helped Ai off the ground. Ai tried to pull away, but she was weak and malleable after her first orgasm. Before she could defend herself to her teacher or her classmates, Rin had dragged her haphazardly into the hall and Ai almost fell down. The diapers between her legs felt thicker than ever, and her mind was fuzzy with conflict. When Ai finally came to, she was sitting in a wooden chair in a long hallway. The door in front of her said "Principal's Office", and Rin was in the chair beside her. When Rin looked over, Ai quickly dropped her gaze. She didn't know what to say... what to do! Ai had no experience with something like this, and her face was burning with embarrassment. "I can't believe you got me in trouble..." Rin's voice was different to the cocky bully in the classroom; she sounded a little pouty, actually. Maybe without an audience, she didn't have any reason to keep up the persona. Or maybe she was genuinely worried about getting in trouble. "You got you in trouble," Ai muttered, trying to argue with Rin in a way that wasn't technically a lie. Everything they had done together, Ai had liked. She hated that she liked it. "Ah, so you're playing it that way," Rin sighed, rolling her eyes. "Well, that isn't what I'll be telling the principal." Ai was so angry, but she didn't have the energy for it. Her body and mind were spent, and Rin was still trying to make it worse for her. But before anything could get worse, the door opened and a head poked out. "The principal will see you girls now." The principal's office was mostly wood decor. The walls were a polished wood, and the large desk was wood as well. It had windows, with soft light streaming through them. Ai wondered where her exit was, and how she would get there. She had to get her compass back. But for now, the principal demanded her attention. He was taller than Ai, but most people were. He was also older, but not by much. Above everything else, he was attractive. "What has gotten into the two of you?" he said with disappointment dripping in his tone. Both Ai and Rin shrunk a little, standing in front of the desk. "She started it," Rin pouted. "I was trying to help her learn her manners, and—" "You're in here once a week," he said to Rin. "It feels like you can't stay out of trouble. But this is the first time I've seen you, Miss..." "Uh... me?" Ai was too distracted by everything that happened to remember why she was here in the first place. "I'm Ai Sinclair, sir. And I'm not from here. I'm trying to get to a different bubble." "Blah blah blah," Rin mocked. "Just another lie to get out of trouble." "I'm not lying," Ai said firmly, but her cheeks were still pink. "Look, she's blushing," Rin teased. Even in front of the principal, it didn't seem like she could behave. "She's loving all this attention. She wants this to happen." "I do not!" Ai said a little louder, and her cheeks took on a bit more color. "You can't assume that stuff just because my face is red! If you'd just... listen..." Something was wrong. Suddenly, everything around Ai was muted and grey, like looking through foggy glass. The room was a little darker, and the expression on Rin's face was frozen mid eye-roll. The principal behind the desk was also frozen, looking a little annoyed. But Ai wasn't frozen, and she was still the same colors as before. "Um... hello...?" Neither of them answered. Ai got a little panicked. "Rin? Hey, Rin?" Ai took a step toward Rin, reached out, and touched her. Suddenly, Rin's colors returned and she took stock of the grey room. "Oh, hey," Rin said, noticing Ai. "Should I be less mean? I feel like I'm being too mean." "I... what? What are you..." Ai shook her head, trying to shake away the nonsense of the situation. If she could just think for a moment... "I can come clean with the principal if you want," Rin suggested. "I'll get in trouble, but that's kind of the point, right?" The confusion on Ai's face must have been evident, because Rin started to become confused too. "You safe-worded, right?" Rin asked. "I... I don't know what you're talking about!" Ai sighed, angry and exhausted. "Woah, hey! No playing in Safe Space. You have to be real." Now Rin seemed annoyed. But as she watched Ai's frustration build, as tears filled her eyes, Rin hesitated. Her annoyance dripped away. "Hey... you know what's going on, right?" Rin asked. "I mean, no games. No pretend. You opened this Safe Space, right?" "I don't know what that means," Ai said again, just as angry and exhausted as the first time. But this time, she sounded a lot more defeated. "Oooh boy. Oh boy oh boy. Shit. I'm so sorry, I should have checked! I just, we don't usually have people who don't understand how things work here. I am so sorry." This wasn't the same Rin. Well, she was the same Rin, but her attitude and demeanor couldn't have been more different. This was a concerned young woman who was realizing that she'd just pushed the limits of someone who didn't know the rules of the game, and she felt awful. But more importantly, this was a person who wanted to make sure that Ai understood everything, and that was Ai's favorite kind of person. "Are you okay? I was really rough with you in there, and if you didn't know that you could safe word that's hugely negligent of me." "I'm... fine? I guess? What are you talking about? What safe word?" Ai's frustration was beginning to wane, though her confusion was not. At least it felt like someone was finally listening to her. "You said 'red', remember?" Rin asked. Had she? Ai tried to go through her own dialogue, but she couldn't be sure. "When you say 'red', it sets up the Safe Space," Rin explained. "You can take any time you need, and anyone you touch enters the Safe Space with you. That way, you can talk about what you need, or what you want to go differently, or whatever. And it doesn't ruin the scene." "This is... a game...?" Ai asked, starting to puzzle it out. "You're all playing a... a weird... dress-up diaper game?" "Uh, yeah..." Rin blushed a little and twirled the ends of her hair. "For some people, it's just a way to play and relax. For others, it's kind of like a kink? Sexy, you know?" "I don't know," Ai said bluntly. "Why would I know this!" "Well, you were put in the brat classroom!" Rin said in her defense. "I just thought... I mean, you were really convincing..." "Convincing that I didn't want to be treated like that?" Ai asked rhetorically. "Yeah, because I didn't want to be treated like that!" "Look, I'm so sorry! It's not usually my job to check stuff like that; we have staff. But when you didn't safe word, I should have known. I'm... I'm not trying to shirk my responsibility here. I'm just trying to explain." Ai hesitated. She wanted to hate Rin, but she seemed so sincere. And in retrospect, looking back, it all seemed so made up. Like a play. Of course it was a play... but Ai had never been to a bubble like this one before... "Okay... I believe you," Ai finally said, crossing her arms. She looked down at her own outfit, then up at Rin's. They were both still in their diapers, and Rin's was full. Thankfully, the time-stop seemed to prevent the smell from getting through. An important stipulation, surely. "I can talk with the others and let them know that you weren't informed, and they won't ever mention that scene again. It will be like it never happened. I'm really upset that nobody told you. I was having a great time, and I thought you were too, and now… well, I just feel so guilty. And like, I'm not blaming you for that! I just wish whoever dropped the ball… well, hadn't." "No, um... it's... a misunderstanding, I guess..." Probably the biggest misunderstanding of Ai's life, but sometimes that came with the territory of bubble hopping. Now that everything was starting to make more sense, Ai felt a little twinge of embarrassment. "It wasn't so bad," Ai admitted shyly. "I don't know why I acted like that... and I don't even know why I'm bringing this up." "Safe Space does that," Rin explained. "It tries to coax the truth out of you, so you can express yourself. And since you opened this Safe Space, I'm actually more inclined to listen and believe you. Which... is maybe why I didn't listen before..." Rin paused a moment, lost in thought, then continued her explanation. "As for your feelings when we... uh... ya know... don't be too embarrassed about that. A lot of feelings are amplified at Ageplay Academy, like how it feels when you wet a diaper. Or if someone touches you in one. It's like turning up all your feelings to eleven. Even the teachers and caregivers feel it, but it's different for them." "Right... so even if I don't like any of this stuff, the rules of this bubble make me like it?" "Well, no, it should just amplify it..." Rin paused for a moment. To her knowledge, a Big didn't feel the same things a Little did. Rin herself had experimented with different roles, but nothing ever felt as good as bratting. "Well, maybe something went wrong," Rin shrugged. "You came into this bubble in a diaper already, right? It could have messed with things." "Yeah, that makes sense..." But if Ai thought too hard about it, she would find that it didn't really make sense at all. Something else was pulling her strings. "We should explain all this to the principal," Rin urged. "Just touch him and it'll draw him into the Safe Space. And when you are ready to close it, when you feel safe, just say 'green'." Ai nodded. She still had a lot of explaining to do.

Chapter Four When Ai woke up, everything felt heavy. A welling anxiety filled her up, and just as easily as it came, it slipped away. She was with Mommy and Daddy. She was okay. Then Ai woke up again, and everything was still heavy. A welling panic itched in the back of her mind, and she tried to shoo it away. She was with Mommy and Daddy. Everything was wonderful. Ai woke up a third time, and everything was still heavy. But there was something more than anxiety, more than panic... she slowly rubbed her eyes and the mittens jingled. Jingled? Mittens? Ai managed to open her eyes. She expected to find the morning light, and Mommy unbuttoning her shirt for another meal. Or Daddy's thick, heavy words, telling her how to be a good girl. But it was dark. Dark? Nighttime. Ai remembered what that was. Night and day. Like yesterday and today. Everything was night and day... ever since nursing on... The milk. It was like Daddy's voice. It was so entrancing, and... wait, why did she wake up in the first place? Because Ai had to pee. Ai laid there for a few moments, looking up at the canopy, like waking up from a dream. Which reality was real? The one where she needed to get up and use the bathroom, or the one where she wet her diaper? So many realities in diapers... so many realities without them... which one was real…? But as it often is with dreams, Ai started to find her footing in one reality. The reality where she was lying between a man and a woman who had taken her in and made her their baby. The reality where she had somewhere to be, somewhere she belonged. And it wasn't here. There was a window in the bedroom, and outside the sky was growing brighter. Black changed to a deep, deep, deep blue. Sunrise was coming. Ai was running out of time. But when she tried to get up, her mittens jingled and the queen beside her stirred in bed. She had to silence the bells, but she didn't have her hands. What did she have? Her feet? Her mouth? Teeth? Maybe... Ai wrapped her lips around one of the little metal bells, like she had with Mommy's nipple the night before. She closed her lips around the bell and bit at the stitching. It took a while, but it finally popped off the mitten with a muffled jingle. Ai tucked it into her cheek and started gnawing at the next one. When Ai was done, she had four bells in her mouth. She was too scared to spit them out, in case they made any kind of noise. Then, with more care than she had ever put into anything in her life, Ai slinked her way to the end of the bed. Finally free of the king and queen, she tip-toed over to the corner where her backpack was strapped to a chair. Ai tried pulling the straps up, to sling the bag over her shoulder, but it caught on the heavy wooden chair. She tried once before, wiggling the bag a little, but no luck. Finally, she noticed that one of the straps had been woven through the wood slats. Intentionally. Fuck. Quietly, Ai slid to the floor and fumbled with the clasp on her bag. It was such an easy thing to latch and unlatch, but the mittens made it impossible. And she couldn't gnaw the strap off without spilling the bells all over the stone floor. The sky outside was red and pink, welcoming the coming day, and Ai was no closer to getting her backpack. Then something squeaked loudly behind her. Ai nearly screamed, but she had been holding her mouth closed tightly for the better part of the hour. She turned and saw the king roll onto his side, so that he was staring right at her. If his eyes had been open. The memory of the spanking from a few days before ran through Ai's head, and her heart started to race. If he saw her, if he caught her like this... not only would she never have another chance to escape, but she would go over Daddy's lap again. She would rather die. Honestly, truly, she would rather die. Ai gave her backpack one last glance. All the gifts from her friends, all the things she loved... Ai made one of the hardest decisions of her life, and got to her feet. She had to leave. But as luck would have it, on her way out of the room, she saw the compass on the dresser by the door. Even with her hands in mittens, she was able to scoop it up with both hands and squeeze her way out of the room. In the doorframe, Ai glanced back at the bed, at her sleeping 'parents'. The first parents she'd ever had. They were awful. But that feeling in her heart when she saw the queen's sleeping face… Sometimes love just doesn't make any sense. Ai raced down the stairs. Through hallways she hadn't memorized. She hugged the walls of open rooms and didn't bother with any door that had a handle. Thankfully, in defiance of security, most of them were pull-rings without latches or empty archways. Finally, Ai found her way to the drawbridge. She thought for sure Rupert would be waiting to catch her, but the bridge was empty. She walked the center of the drawbridge, to avoid any water nymphs, and hurried into the woods. The first thing she did was spit out the bells. They jingled to the forest floor, but the tinny sound was so much quieter in the outdoors. Then she bit and tore at the mittens with her teeth, but the fabric was a much higher quality than the bell thread. That was the first time Ai really thought about what she was wearing. A diaper, a nightie, and locking pink mittens. And she had abandoned all of her other clothes. She was really kicking herself for that one. But right now she had bigger problems than her outfit. She fumbled with the compass and, with a combination of her mittened hands and her teeth, managed to get it open. It pointed to the left of the castle, so she went right. That early morning walk through the forest was the most scared Ai had ever been. The trees seemed to lean in and grab at her, leaves flitting off the branches like an early winter storm. The wind pushed against her, causing her to stumble and fall into the dirt and grass. The thick diaper between her legs made it difficult to run, and every rustling bush or snapped twig made her jump. By the time Ai came to the edge of the wood, she could hardly breathe. She looked up at the steep hill in front of her and checked the compass one more time. This was it. "Ice and Claire!" The voice was faint, in the distance. But even the sound of Rupert's voice was enough to trigger Ai's panic. She scurried toward the hill and tried to run up the side of it. Halfway there, she put the compass between her teeth and ran up on all fours. When she reached the top, she didn't look back. She ran headlong into the shimmering wall and the countryside vanished. Suddenly, Ai was on the landing of a staircase. Inside. In a building? She had only appeared inside a building once or twice before. Behind her, there was no shimmering veil, but a solid wall. She reached out to touch it, but Ai stopped herself. She didn't want to risk going back. Ai slunk down to the floor and tried to catch her breath. The ground was wood. Nice wood. On one side, a staircase went up and a staircase went down. And the stairs were wide - this wasn't someone's house. A public building? Ai's panic wasn't subsiding. The new place didn't feel safe, and she was still dressed in her silly baby girl outfit. So she got to her feet and decided to go down instead of up. At the bottom of the staircase was a vending machine, filled with brands Ai didn't recognize. Even the currency cards weren't familiar to her. She poked her head out into the hall, and Ai knew immediately where she was. A school. On one side of the hall, there were classroom doors. On the other, a series of windows spanning the entire wall. Outside was a field, with soccer nets and a running track. By the look of it, Ai was on the second floor. Then, out of the corner of her eye, Ai saw someone open a door. She quickly ducked into the stairwell, behind the vending machine. She heard the tapping of shoes, but they faded away. "I'm scaring myself," Ai said aloud to herself. "This is a new bubble... there's nothing to be afraid of." Ai looked down at the compass in her mittened hands. She had been clutching it tightly. "But just in case..." Ai leaned down and set the compass on the ground. It was the last thing she owned, and arguably the most important. She wanted to keep it safe. So she gently pushed it under the vending machine for safe keeping. "Now to find a way out of these clothes…" Ai was halfway down the hall when she heard a voice behind her: a young man's voice. She turned around and tried to decide if running or hiding was the better option, but the logical part of her brain reminded her that this was a different place. A safe place, hopefully. The man in question was about Ai's age, or maybe a little older. He had short cropped hair, dyed in different rainbow hues, and lots of earrings that matched his lip and nose piercings. He was also a little shorter than Ai, which was not a very common trait others had. When he caught up with Ai, he said: "Well, who let you out? You shouldn't be out in the hall without an escort." When Ai didn't know what to say to that, he asked: "What's your name? I'm West." "Uh... Ai," Ai answered, blushing a bit. The way he looked her up and down... she unconsciously tried to tug down the nightgown, but the mittens didn't let her. The best thing she could do at that moment was explain herself. "I'm not from here, as you can probably tell," Ai tried to laugh, but her embarrassment got the best of her. "The bubble I came from, they dressed me like this... I barely got away. Do you think you could help me find something to wear?" The man tilted his head as he listened to Ai's plight, like he was trying to puzzle her out. It made Ai nervous. But in the end, he nodded and smiled. "Oh totes, absolutely, for sure. I know where we can get you changed. Come on." West confidently took Ai by the hand - well, by the mitten - and led her down the hall. "Here we go, boo," he said, stopping in front of one of the doors. He turned the doorknob with his free hand and half-pushed Ai inside. She stumbled into the room, but it wasn't wasn't a changing room or a closet or a wardrobe or anything. It was a classroom. Or, at first glance, it was a classroom. There were rows of desks, occupied by a dozen or so students. They all wore matching uniforms, regardless of gender, with button up blouses and short plaid skirts. At the front of the room was a heavy desk and an older woman with thin glasses and her hair in a bun. But on second glance, each of the students was seated in a very specific way. Their hands were bound in front of them and tied to a hard point on the desk. Their ankles were spread wide apart and buckled to the legs of the desk. And under every skirt, on full display, was a diaper. Ai felt a heavy sinking feeling and turned to rush out, but the man who led her there shut the door with a smile and stood in her way. She turned back to the class; all eyes were on her. "I... I think there's been a mistake..." Ai tried to explain in a panic. "Oh, there's certainly been a mistake!" West agreed, still smiling. "Walking around the halls all alone, without supervision? Tsk tsk. But I'm sure Ms. Lady will help you behave." Ai didn't know what to say to that. The bizarre circumstances of her situation were too difficult to wrap her head around. "Go on, don't be shy," West said. "Introduce yourself to Ms. Lady and the students." One of the students stifled a laugh, then gave up trying to hide it all together. She bursted out with the words: "Your diaper is so thick that it's got its own zip code!" Ai didn't know what a zip code was, but she knew how obvious her diaper was to the classroom of strangers. But before Ai could explain herself, the woman at the front of the class - Ms. Lady - strode down the center aisle toward the disobedient student. Ms. Lady seemed to produce a ruler out of nowhere, which came down sharply on the top of the student's thigh, just below the hem of her skirt. The student let out a whimper and leaned over the desk. "What was that, Rin?" the teacher asked sharply. Even her tone made Ai's blood run cold. "Nothing, Ms. Lady," Rin muttered, twisting a little in her chair. Ms. Lady didn't return to the front of the room, however. She laced her hand in Rin's curly hair and held her tight and upright. Then, she gestured to Ai with the ruler. "Go on." Ai was frozen for a moment. The suddenness of it all... it reminded her of the spanking that Daddy - er, the King, Ai corrected herself - gave her. And all the students were wearing diapers, and... "I... I'm in the wrong place," Ai tried explaining again. "Um, I'm not from this bubble... I just got here and—" "Then why are you dressed like that?" one of the boys asked, smirking like he'd just trapped Ai in a legal argument. "That's... the last bubble I was in, this king and queen, um..." "Put you in a diaper?" someone else asked. "Put your hands in mittens?" another student spoke up. "Yes!" Ai said a little too loudly. Defending herself was overwhelming when she had to do it in front of a dozen people. "Yeah, Ms. Lady," Rin said, craning her neck to look up at the woman holding her hair. "That's what happened with me too! I don't know how I got here, but I just want to go home!" "Well you know what you have to do to leave, don't you, Rin?" "Yes, Ms. Lady," Rin said quietly, the teasing tone fading from her voice. "But you won't do it, will you, Rin?" "No, Ms. Lady." Rin muttered, a bit of color on her cheeks. "So maybe you want to be here. Maybe you want to be dressed in a diaper. Maybe you want to be trained to be a good little girl." Rin didn't say anything else, and the teacher knew she had won. She turned her attention back to Ai. "There is a seat in front," she said. "Sit your padded butt down there and I'll be there in a moment." Ai had absolutely no idea what was going on. That other student kept undermining her, and none of the class seemed to believe her. So Ai took a step toward the teacher instead - Ms. Lady - and tried to keep her cool. "Listen, if we could just talk about this..." "Good girls don't talk out of turn," Ms. Lady declared. Ai found that to be a rather unfair rule, but it was followed with: "Unless you're a bad girl. Then I'll have to discipline you in front of the class. Is that what you want?" Ai hesitated. The threat of discipline had a whole new meaning to Ai, and she knew that she had to work within the customs of the bubble. But it was just too serendipitous, too on the nose. After everything that happened in the King's Kingdom, and now this... Ai took a deep breath and decided to play smart. So she went over to the chair where she was instructed and took a seat. When she did, the buckles around her ankles latched onto her and spread her legs apart. Then, like magic, the rope on the desk unfurled, bound Ai's wrists, and pulled them tight to the tabletop. "Of course," Ai muttered under her breath. Most of the bubbles had magic of some kind, but the animated object stuff was some of the most annoying. She had lost count of the amount of magical ropes that had restrained her in the past, for one reason or another, and there wasn't anything she could do about it. Just like that, Ai was one of the students in the weird classroom. The only difference was her outfit: a pink nightie, instead of a school uniform, and her hands were still in mittens. Arguably, her outfit was even worse than the uniform. Ms. Lady turned to the chalkboard and wrote something on the board: a series of letters and numbers. Then Ms. Lady turned to the class and tapped her crop on the desk. "You all should be able to solve this math problem. Who is going to try?" No one raised their hands - in part because no one could - so Ms. Lady pointed the crop at one of the students. "Henry," she said. The boy looked nervously at the chalkboard and down at his desk. Even if he knew how to reason through the problem, his hands were bound; he would have to do all the arithmetic in his mind. "It's unsolvable, Ms. Lady," Henry guessed. "Is it, Henry?" "Yeah, uh huh." Henry seemed adamant in his lack of answer, and his confidence seemed to grow with each passing second. He even pulled on the ropes a little, trying to sit up straighter than before. "You're just giving us stupid questions to trick us!" he said, which elicited a few murmurs from the students around the room. Ms. Lady slid the drawer open from her desk in a threatening manner, and pulled out a marker. The whole room fell deadly silent, including Ai. She could feel her body tense up and her heart pound as the teacher walked over to Henry with the marker in hand. "Um... I'm sorry, I'll be good. I swear, I'll be good," Henry tried, leaning back in his seat, trying to pull away from the desk. "Maybe numbers are just too hard for you," Ms. Lady teased. "Is that it? The little boy who still wears diapers to school doesn't know his numbers?" "No, I do, I... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" Henry tugged harder on the table and Ms. Lady uncapped the marker. The tip was... felt, like an ordinary marker. Ai didn't know what she expected, but it wasn't that. Suddenly, her anxiety felt a little silly. "I think numbers are just too grown up for you, Henry. Maybe you should be demoted back to daycare, what do you think?" Henry shook his head, and he actually had tears forming in his eyes. Everyone else was silent as Ms. Lady took the marker and leaned down to draw on his desk. Ai leaned up to see... a simple number sign. It was actually kind of anticlimactic. But Henry's tear-filled eyes glossed over. A few tears dripped down his cheeks, then he shook his head in disbelief. "I'll give you another chance," Ms. Lady said, returning to the front of the room. This time she put a number on the board: 4. "Tell me what number this is and I won't kick you back to daycare." All eyes were on Henry now, as he looked at the board. He blushed a little and bit his lip. The tension in the room was heavy. "Um... eighty...?" Henry tried, and it was clear that he truly did try. A collective sigh erupted through the classroom and Henry looked a little panicked. "West, could you please take Henry back to daycare?" Ms. Lady asked. "Yes Ms. Lady, gladly." Ai watched with a mixture of confusion, anxiety, bewilderment, and paranoia as West approached Henry's desk. With the snap of his fingers, the ropes came undone and he helped Henry to his feet. On the way down the aisle, West patted Henry on the butt - which crinkled loudly - before saying to the class: "Say goodbye to Henry. Next time you see him, he'll be a little mushy-bottomed toe sucker." That made Henry really start to cry. But West closed the door behind him and the classroom was quiet again. Ms. Lady waited for the dread to sink in, then tapped the board one more time. "Ai, solve this," she said, pointing to the original problem. Ai felt the floor drop out from under her. "I'm not really good at math..." Ai muttered. She debated bringing up her explanation once again - that she wasn't from here - but it felt like a dangerous move. "Maybe you could ask someone else?" "I'm asking you, Ai," Ms. Lady repeated. "Are you telling me that you don't know numbers either? Just like Henry?" She still had the marker in her hand. "No, I do! Um. I know my numbers. I'm just... I don't know the problem that well, and, well... I never actually went to school. I mean, I did, for a semester. At, um. A cooking school? I'm still not great at cooking. But, uh... math, uh..." "So you've never learned a bit of math?" Ms. Lady sighed. "Well math is different in different bubbles..." Ai tried to explain, but the truth was exactly as Ms. Lady said. The more immutable facts at Ai's disposal, the more complicated her travels became. It was like holding onto trinkets, each weighing her down a little more than before. Truth was so subjective, and any presumptions she took with her were dangerous. Ai had learned the hard way that nothing was universal. "Can you give me one good reason why I shouldn't move you to one of the younger classes, so you can learn math?" Ai didn't really have an answer to that, but she did have an opportunity that sprung to mind. "Well, um, if you'd just listen… I'm not from here, so none of this makes any sense to me. I'm not supposed to be in any classroom." "I do not tolerate bratty girls," Ms. Lady said flatly. She took two steps toward Ai's desk, which was all she needed. She uncapped the marker and drew a number sign on the desk. Ai panicked and pulled at her restraints, the same way Henry did, but she didn't cry. She didn't understand the consequences of any of this. Ms. Lady went to the board and wrote a new number. She tapped it with the marker, but Ai was looking down at her desk. The number sign the teacher had written was beginning to fizzle at the edges, like soda pop. Henry's hadn't done that. Ms. Lady had to tap the board once more with the marker to get Ai's attention. "Final chance," Ms. Lady said. "If you can't tell me what number this is, you're going back to kindergarten." "Ten?" Ai guessed, seeing a one and a zero on the board. Hopefully that was ten in this bubble. Then she glanced back down at the desk, but the number sign had all but faded away. Tiny specs of black ink shivered and disappeared. "That's..." Ms. Lady looked at the board, then at Ai, and nodded her head. "That's correct," she said, a little confused. But even someone who didn't know their numbers could have guessed at random. The chances were slim, but it was possible. Ms. Lady decided to let Ai have her win. "Perhaps I underestimated you," Ms. Lady said warmly. "Let's talk after class about where you belong." "Yes ma'am," Ai said brightly. Finally, someone willing to listen to her! "Just be good and quiet until then," Ms. Lady said with a little more assertiveness, and Ai nodded. Class went on. It ranged from incredibly mundane to weirdly abusive. Rin got four more swats with that ruler in ten minutes, and one of the boys had to write lines with his hands tied. As for Ai, she was contending with her own problem. She really had to pee. She woke up that morning needing to use the bathroom, and then she had to escape. She still had her mittens on, and finding a bathroom was the least of her troubles. But sitting there in class, she couldn't stop thinking about it. The pressure in her bladder. The way she squirmed in her diaper. The ache, the need to let go... Ai looked up at the clock. It was only eight minutes until the end of the hour. Most bubbles had the same timekeeping methods. Maybe class would end then; that seemed reasonable. But every time Ai checked the clock, it was still eight minutes until the end of the hour. She even counted the seconds in her head, but she lost track around thirty. Sure enough, the clock hadn't moved. Meanwhile, the feeling of desperation in Ai was only building. Her squirming became active wiggling, and she couldn't sit still for more than a second. She knew she was in a diaper, but she didn't want to wet it! That felt like she was just giving the queen what she wanted. But Ai was feeling something else, as well. Along with the rising desperation, the ache in her bladder, the discomfort... Ai felt twangs of excitement. Of curiosity. Of panic, but in a good way? Could panic be a good thing? She couldn't seem to sort out this particular feeling. So, when she was at the end of her patience, she interrupted Ms. Lady mid-sentence. "Excuse me. Um. Is class almost over?" "Class is over when I say it's over," Ms. Lady said with a touch of annoyance. Perhaps that was why the clock wasn't moving? Was that how it worked here? A contest between the inexorable march of time and the teacher's sense of authority? Time didn't seem to march at all; it meandered, milled about, putzed around. Class wouldn't end until Ms. Lady said it would. Ai couldn't even cross her legs, because they were forced apart by the restraints and by the diaper. Her bladder ached and strained to hold it in. All the while, her cheeks continued to redden. She waited for as long as she could, but waiting wasn't working. She interrupted Ms. Lady again, but her desperation was peaking and her words were a little breathless. "Excuse me, could... could I please use the restroom?" This got a few head turns from the other students. Rin mumbled under her breath, a seat behind and to the right of Ai: "What a bottom." Ai didn't know what a bottom was, but her indignation boiled up all the same. Rin had been nothing but an annoyance since Ai got to the classroom, and her commentary was not welcome. But her opinion didn't matter anyway; it was Ms. Lady she needed to convince. "Why would a diaper brat use the restroom, Ai?" Ms. Lady asked simply. That caught Ai off guard. What the hell did diaper brat mean? And why did Ms. Lady think Ai was one of them? "I'm not a... that," Ai tried to argue. "I am trying to tell you, I don't belong here!" But as Ai's desperation increased, so too did the volume of her voice. She couldn't get into a debate right now! "You're in a diaper," Ms. Lasso argued, without Ai's reservations about a debate. "You're acting like a brat, interrupting class with your silly fantasies of using the restroom." "That's—" But this time it was Ms. Lady's turn to cut off Ai in the middle of a sentence. "You're in diapers because you belong in diapers. Now be quiet and stop causing such a fuss." "I'm not... I don't belong in diapers!" Ai's patience was too thin to shut her up, and she couldn't stop wiggling in her chair. She tugged on the rope around her wrists. "Just, listen! I'm trying to tell you!" "Clearly you need to be the center of attention," Ms. Lady said dismissively. "Class, everyone pay attention to our new student so we can get on with the lesson." The entire class turned their heads to stare at Ai, and nobody said anything. Every single student, even Rin. Ai caught each of their glances, one by one, until she got back to Ms. Lady. Her arms were crossed, like she was bored. "No, that's not…" Ai's voice was the only sound in the silence. All eyes were on her as she struggled to keep her diaper dry. She looked down at her desk, to pretend it wasn't happening, but she could feel them all watching her. "Please...! Please, please, please..." Ai begged and pleaded, struggling in her chair. Every second or two, pressure would threaten to break through her lifetime of potty training. And every second or two, she would just barely fend it off. Until she didn't. Until it felt like she was just frozen on the brink. And a second later, it pushed her over. Ai let out a deep exhale as she flooded her diaper. A steady stream of relief. Heat between her legs. Soft, squishy padding, absorbing and expanding, forcing her thighs further apart. She couldn't stop wetting herself. She didn't even want to.

Chapter Two Suddenly, everything was different. The evening sky turned mid-afternoon. The snow vanished and the fluffy grass beneath poked up. The mountain wasn't so steep anymore, more like a hill, and all the mountains on the horizon were replaced with thick, autumn trees. But one thing stayed the same: Ai's momentum. The canvas sled skipped across the grass a few times before friction got the best of it, and Ai was thrown off. She landed on her hip and tumbled down the hill on her side, eventually sliding to a halt near the bottom. "Ow," Ai said to herself, struggling to sit up. She rubbed her shoulder, which broke some of her fall. Then she wiggled her fingers and toes, just to make sure everything was still working okay. Other than a few scratches and a lot of sore muscles, Ai was just fine. "Well, where am I now..." Ai said to herself, fumbling for her compass. It pointed back the way she had come, up the hill. She turned and looked at the forest in the opposite direction. Under the canopy, the grass was littered with fallen leaves, orange and yellow and brown. A gentle breeze would sometimes pick them up and scatter them around, like moving around paint on a canvas, trying to cover up every blade of grass. There was a crispness in the air that made Ai think about apples. She hadn't had an apple in a long time. Ai took her first step into the forest, because her compass told her not to and for no other reason. The forest was tranquil and lively at the same time, and Ai immediately took a liking to it. Unlike the last bubble she was in, this one had animals. Deer. Deer with antlers. Rabbits. Rabbits with antlers. She had never seen a rabbit with antlers before. She offered one an M&M, but it ran into the brush. With a shrug, Ai continued onward. As the day went on, the wind brought a gentle song to her ears. The leaves were swept around and set down once again, leaving a path of yellow and green grass. Without thinking too much about it, the path and the song led her to the edge of the wood. In front of her was a river of sparkling blue water, and on the other side, a large stone castle. Ai's admiration lasted only a second before it was swiftly interrupted by a rumble at her feet, and vines sprung up around her. They twisted themselves with impressive speed into a tight cage, trapping her inside. The melody on the air fell away, and was replaced with a woman's voice. "Trespasser!" it boomed, and a woman rose up out of the river in front of Ai. Her skin was blue and shimmery, almost translucent, and her clothes were barely clothes at all. They were made of water, with rushes of bubbles to cloud particular parts of her body. Another woman dropped down from the trees behind Ai. She had green skin, her clothes were made of leaves, and her hair was decorated in flowers. She also had antlers on her head, just like the animals in the wood. They both looked annoyed and curious at Ai Sinclair. "Who are you?" asked the woman who came from the trees, though it sounded more like she was demanding an answer than asking for one. "I'm Ai Sinclair," Ai said. "And I'm not trespassing. I'm walking through. "Walking through without permission is trespassing," said the woman in the water. Ai sighed to herself. She had been in bubbles like this before, with magical denizens. Ai used to have magic too, a long time ago, but she gave it up for other things. Exploration. Possibility. "Please, I'm just trying to get to the other side of your kingdom," Ai explained. "If you'd let me go—" "Let you go?" the woman in the water gasped. "You've broken the law. You have to be sentenced by the king!" "Yes, the king," the woman from the trees agreed, and suddenly the wooden cage began to shake. It tumbled forward into the river with Ai inside. "Hey! Watch it!" Ai shouted, trying to kick at the cage. But whatever magic the forest nymph used was strong. The water lurched and spun the cage, causing Ai to sink underwater, only to bob back up again for air. She clung the wooden bars of her cell for dear life as it drifted along with the river current. All the while, the two women laughed. It wasn't long before the cage arrived at a stone bridge. Water rose up underneath Ai and she fell roughly on the bridge, cage and all. She coughed up water and rolled onto her back, vines and sticks digging into her coat. "This is why I hate magic," she said more to herself than the two women. "It makes people so entitled." "Us? Entitled?" the woman in the water said. "You're the one trespassing!" the flower-dressed woman added, standing on the grassy bank. "Good point," Ai sighed, not wanting to fight with her captors. Maybe once she met this so-called king... "Oh, and what's this one?" The new voice was one of a young man in armor. He stood in the castle doors, looking down at the sopping wet girl. "Trespasser," both women said in unison. "Well, I'll take her to the king," the man said, staring curiously through the wooden bars. "Free her." Sure enough, the wood unraveled itself and left Ai in a puddle on the bridge. She struggled to get to her feet, completely waterlogged. But her freedom from captivity was short-lived, because the man in armor quickly forced her wrists into cuffs. Ai groaned. "You're new to the King's Kingdom, aren't you? Well, ignorance is no excuse when it comes to The King's Law." His tone was stern and serious. Then it softened. "Although The King is in a good mood today; this morning's harvest of honey was particularly to his liking. What is your name?" "Ai Sinclair," Ai said, without any deference in her voice. She'd been to enough "King's Kingdom"s in her travels to know the type. Arrogant, bossy men who liked to tell people what to do, thinking that what they wanted was always best. And often Ai was just another way to assert their dominance. "Well, Ice and Claire, that is an unusual name. But I'm not here to judge. I'm Rupert, and I'm Junior Squire to Lady Errata and a member of The King's Royal Guard. It's very nice to meet you, and I'm sure that once justice is dispensed you'll have a pleasant time here." Ai didn't believe in Rupert's prediction; lands like this one were always her least favorite, and she wasn't looking to stay long. But she knew to get what she wanted, she had to play the game. The castle was unsurprisingly empty. Though each world had a lot of space, they often only had a handful of people. There were exceptions, like the City in the Sky; Ai only stayed there for a day, but she guessed there were something like five hundred residents. Rupert led Ai through a large set of doors and into the throne room, where a tall man in fancy robes was sitting. Beside him, there were two chairs: one had a woman in it, who was nearly as tall as the man and dressed in equally-but-different fancy robes. The other chair was empty. "Your Majesty," Rupert said. "This is Ice and Claire. She was found trespassing in your wood." "Pardon me, Your Majesty," Ai said kindly, putting on a fake smile. "I am new to the kingdom, and I meant no disrespect." "Mm... and where were you going?" the king asked. His voice was oddly warm and deep, lulling even. Ai felt his words in her chest. "To another bubble," Ai answered honestly. Then, on the rare chance the king didn't know what she was talking about, she added: "A different land." "And what is wrong with my land?" the king asked. "Nothing, Your Majesty," Ai asserted. "But it isn't my home. I am trying to get home." "Mm... and have you a compass? You should have one, if you left home." "I do, Your Majesty. It's in my bag." The king snapped and Rupert unclipped Ai's backpack from her back. Ai let out a sigh of mild irritation, but she couldn't do anything but acquiesce. The king opened it up and sifted through, as if it was his own. "This bag is quite deep." The king sounded almost impressed. "It's enchanted, Your Majesty. A friend gave it to me, to help me on my journey." "Mm... yes, you have quite a lot of things in here." "For travel, Your Majesty." Ai was getting really tired of saying 'Your Majesty'. The woman on the king's side - perhaps Lady Errata - leaned in and whispered something to the king. The king nodded his head. "Well, you must be disciplined for trespassing," the king said, and that deep, velvety voice echoed in Ai's ears. "Um... yes, Your Majesty," Ai managed to say. As soon as she resolved whatever discipline he had in store, then she could leave. "I believe that twenty sets of ten ought to be sufficient; you're a first offender, after all." The king looked to the woman for her opinion, maybe her approval, which the woman gave with a small, understated nod. Ai didn't know what the king was talking about, but he said in a smooth voice: "Come here", and Ai did just that. With Rupert at her side, Ai approached the throne until she was an arm's length from the king. He reached out, took her by the handcuffed hand, and lifted her up onto his lap. At first, Ai was stunned. The man was at least a foot taller than her, but he picked her up without any effort at all. He didn't make any comment about how her wet clothes were soaking his robes. Then Ai was confused because the king was adjusting her over his knee, the way a child might adjust a doll. But when the grown man tugged down the seat of Ai's pants, flashing her wet underwear to the queen beside him, her confusion turned to deep embarrassment. A familiar sinking feeling filled Ai's stomach, but she didn't know why. "Hey! What are you doing?" "Administering justice, as is my duty as the king." The king acted swiftly, bringing his hand down in quick succession over Ai's wet behind. A wetness that certainly exacerbated the sting of his very large hands. "Now dear," the woman, Queen Errata smiled with faint amusement, "you must count, or they don't." "I... what... I'm..." The pain was nothing compared to the sheer shock. Ai's whole body tensed up in a panic, and her mind whirled with a thousand feelings she couldn't explain. Another spank on her bottom pulled her out of her shock, and another reminded her exactly how much it really hurt. And it really hurt! "One?" Ai asked, after the third hit. She should have started at three, but she didn't. Something in her head told her to start at one. "Good girl!" Queen Errata cooed. "And what comes next?" Another spanking came next. The pain radiated through Ai's bottom, up her spine, into her head. Her whole body was trembling. "T-two..." Ai tried to hold it together. Counting, ignoring the pain, ignoring the embarrassment. She'd never been spanked before - she didn't even know what spanking was! - but it filled her with such heavy feelings. "T-ten..." Ai finally stuttered, and the king stopped. Ai was quivering in his lap, the skin on her bottom red and angry. She was dizzy from the flood of emotions. "A little break then," the king said, gently rubbing Ai's bottom with his hand. "I... I'm sorry I... um... please... lemme up..." Ai begged the king, but his hand on her butt felt nice. Comforting. It made her heart warm. "Now now Miss Ice and Claire, there's no hurry. Your justice will be delivered swiftly and regally, as I, the king, see fit. Enjoy your reprieve, and no more squirming now, understand? There's a good subject." "I'm not a subject," Ai said sourly, kicking her feet and trying to get off the king's lap. There were limits to her willingness to follow the rules in someone else's land, and those limits had certainly been crossed. "I said no squirming," the king said sharply, and a heavy fog filled Ai's mind. She hesitated on her words and her body stilled. The king clearly had some kind of magic of his own, and Ai wasn't able to contend with it. "I think that's enough time," the king said, and loosed his palm onto Ai's bottom. She did her best to count, but the second set was so much worse than the first. Humiliation was waning away, and the sheer amount of pain in her body made her eyes fill with tears. By the time he got to ten, Ai was spent. She couldn't take another round. "Please... your majesty... I've learned my lesson, please..." "If you had learned your lesson, Miss Ice and Claire, you wouldn't be begging me to stop." "You'd be begging him to continue," Queen Errata offered smugly. Ai shook her head. She knew what kind of behavior the king wanted, and she had been determined to give it to him, but this was too much for her. Even as he rubbed the seat of her panties, Ai was so anxious about the next set that she couldn't stop crying. "One," Ai managed. Tears spilled down her cheeks. Each spank was so powerful, and she was in agony. Two, three, four. Five and six were slow and slurred. And after that, her wailing of numbers was indecipherable. Her brain had turned off entirely, and her base instincts kicked in: bawling like a little baby. "My king," the queen whispered, looking forlornly at the bawling woman in her husband's lap. "Perhaps let's wait for the rest." "Mm..." The king looked at Ai, then the eyes of his wife. He nodded. "What do you think of that, Ice and Claire?" the queen cooed. "We will postpone the rest of your discipline until you are ready. And until then, you'll be our honored guest." Ai quickly nodded her head. She was only catching every other word through the ringing in her ears, but Ai knew that the queen was offering to end the spankings. "But you must do what you are told," the queen said sternly. Her voice didn't have the same command as her husband's, but it was just as serious. "Any disobedience, and we will add more discipline. Do you understand?" Ai didn't hesitate. Her higher thoughts had shut down, and the concept of cause and effect was a wistful memory. Above all else, Ai needed the spankings to stop, and she would do anything to make that happen. "Yes, Your Majesty..." Ai fumbled, mispronouncing every syllable of those words. "Good girl," the queen said. "But from now on, you'll call me Mommy."

Thanks for your comment. He indeed is enjoying all attention he have. It's indeed not the adults' intention but there's a flow everyone is following. Chapter twenty-one Heleen woke up well rested. She wondered what Jasper would look like asleep, remembering how cute he had looked in his pyjamas the night before. Heleen crept quietly over to Dries’ room and opened the door as quietly as she could. She was disappointed to see the two boys reading a comic book in bed. But even though they weren’t asleep, she was touched by the way they were lying. Both of them on their stomachs in Dries’ bed, concentrating on the comic they were reading together. She couldn’t see very well because of the way the boys were lying and where Heleen was standing, but she thought Jasper had his thumb in his mouth again. The thickening at the level of their buttocks was well in evidence on both boys. She must have made some noise because both boys looked back to see Heleen standing there. “Good morning Heleen,” they said almost in unison. “Good morning Jasper, good morning Dries,” she replied. “I’m going down, are you coming?” asked Heleen. “Yes, that’s fine,” Dries said and got up. Jasper followed, took two steps towards the door and then seemed to think of something. “Your mum and dad don’t want us to go downstairs with a wet nappy.” Jasper grabbed his chest with his hand, noticed that the zip was not there and then went to his neck to open the zip there. “I can’t get it out,” Jasper said with disappointment in the tone of his voice. Heleen heard this and quickly turned to jump in. “I’ll help you, Jasper.” Dries went to the bathroom on his own and helped himself, pyjamas off, bodysuit off, nappy off, freshened up and pyjamas back on. It was all done very quickly. Dries immediately went downstairs to wait for Jasper and Heleen. Heleen took her time with Jasper. She opened the zip on Jasper’s back and pulled Jasper’s hands out of his sleeves. She pulled the onesie off until it hung around Jasper’s waist. Jasper had held it back so it didn’t fall to the floor. Now she pushed Jasper back a little until his legs were against the bed. “Just lie down,” she said as she guided Jasper until he was lying nicely on the bed. She pulled the onesie down a little further until she could remove the snaps from the body. She pulled it open and then peeled off the tape from the nappy. Jasper immediately felt a cold shiver run down his spine. From being snugly and comfortably wrapped up, almost everything was now open and exposed. Heleen noticed. “Are you cold?” Jasper nodded yes. Seeing an opportunity to practice putting a nappy on him again, Heleen suggested, “Shall I put another nappy on you for the cold?” Jasper hesitated for a moment, but thought it was a good idea and nodded yes. “Great, then I can practice to learn how to do it properly,” Heleen said pleased. She covered Jasper with the blanket and went into the bathroom. Almost dancing with joy and excitement, she went around to collect all the things, to the bathroom to get a washcloth, a towel and a clean nappy. As she collected the things, she mumbled to herself, repeating all the points of attention her mother had already given her. She wanted to do it right, without forgetting anything. Heleen helped Jasper completely out of his onesie and body, laid him on the towel on the bed with his arms up, opened his nappy, pulled it away from Jasper’s bottom and freshened up his private parts. Heleen worked hard to make sure not a single detail was forgotten. When she had cleaned and freshened everything up, she removed the wet nappy and put a new one under Jasper. Paying attention to all the important points, such as the position of the wings, she placed Jasper on the nappy. . “Stand up and turn around so I can see properly,” Heleen ordered. Jasper stood next to Heleen and turned around so that Heleen could look around to see how everything was. “Is it all right?” she asked Jasper gently. “It’s usually a bit tighter with your mum. Now I have the feeling that it could easily slip off,” Jasper said. He found it hard to say anything bad about Heleen’s work, but he also wanted to be honest. “Thank you for telling me, go lie down again and I’ll see what I can do about it,” Heleen said. Jasper got back on the towel. “Breathe out as much as you can,” Heleen said, thinking that might work better. Jasper did his best to exhale as much as he could and suck in his stomach as much as he could and Heleen opened and closed the two tapes again. They were getting a lot closer to each other now than they had been before. "Better now?’ she asked Jasper. Jasper didn’t answer right away. He stood up and turned around again, feeling the nappy with his hands. “I think so,” Jasper said. Heleen looked at the leakproof borders again and thought it was good too. Heleen helped Jasper back into the bodysuit and onesie, and they walked down the stairs together. “Finally,” said Dries, who was waiting downstairs. “Sorry, it wasn’t easy to help Jasper with his nappy,” Heleen said. “Jasper, are you wearing a nappy again?” Dries asked in surprise. “Yes, I was cold and Heleen wanted to practise to do it well.” Dries shrugged. “Girls…” he muttered to no one in particular. Luckily Heleen had not heard the remark. “Shall we make breakfast for mum and dad to thank them for going to Fort Fun yesterday?” suggested Heleen. Dries looked doubtfully at Jasper to see what he thought. Dries didn’t really feel like working, he preferred to play. Jasper nodded enthusiastically; anything he could do to make Heleen happy was good. He adored her. The three children began to prepare breakfast together. Jasper and Dries set a beautiful table with fresh flowers from the garden, Heleen cooked eggs for everyone and put chocolate bread from the freezer in the oven. They then made coffee and poured glasses of fresh fruit juice for everyone. Koen and Kathy had woken up when the children started messing around in the kitchen, and when breakfast was ready they both came down to the kitchen dressed. They were pleasantly surprised by the breakfast. The whole family, plus Jasper, were at the table for a long time, enjoying the bounty of the breakfast table. As they had got up late and were sitting comfortably at the table, it was almost midday when the doorbell rang. Dries opened the door and Jasper came along, curious to see who it was. “Mummy!” called Jasper when he saw that Celine was at the door. “Call her in,” Koen shouted from the kitchen, having understood from Jasper who was there. Celine brought in a bag of clothes. She lifted it up to show everyone. “I noticed this morning that we haven’t provided any clothes for today, so I’m just dropping in with a set,” she said. “That’s nice, they will come in handy indeed.” Kathy said. “Would you like to have some coffee first?” Another chair was quickly pushed into place and Celine ate a sandwich for the comfort of it. “Jasper, making breakfast like this is something you should do at home,” she said, enjoying the atmosphere in the house. “How was Fort Fun?” she asked. As she drank a second cup of coffee, Celine listened intently to the whole family’s story. She enjoyed all the highlights and sympathised with Jasper about the less pleasant ones. The bottle that Jasper had received in the restaurant the day before was also discussed in detail. She thought it was strange that the restaurant had given Jasper such a thing, but she also understood that they hadn’t said anything about it because it might come in handy; a bottle that wouldn’t leak when lying flat on the bed. With other bottles it can always happen that the cap is not closed properly and then they leak. “It’s time to go home, Jasper, we’ve enjoyed Koen and Kathy’s hospitality for too long.” Celine said. Jasper thought it was a shame that he had to put an end to the good times. “Time to change, Jasper.” Celine continued. Jasper stood up to carry out his mum’s orders. He turned undecidedly. “I can’t take my pyjamas off by myself, the zip is in the back,” he said. Celine took a closer look at the onesie. “It looks nice and warm,” was the only comment she made. “Come on, I’ll help you,” she said and pulled the zip of Jasper’s onesie all the way down, freeing Jasper from his confinement. He could do the rest himself. With the zip open, Jasper took the bag of clothes to Dries’ room and changed. “He looked so cute. It reminds me of the past.” Celine reflected nostalgically to no one in particular. While Jasper was undressing, Kathy entered the room to help Jasper collect his things. “Let me get you a washcloth to freshen you up, Jasper.” Kathy said. “Don’t worry, the nappy’s still dry,” Jasper said. “I’ll keep it on.” Jasper was sad to have to end the weekend. He went to get changed. Kathy saw something was wrong and sat down on the bed. “Jasper, what’s wrong?” she asked. “It’s been so nice, I don’t want to go home.” “Dries is home all week, so you will have lots of opportunities to play with him. And soon we are going on holiday together. Do you remember?” “Oh yes,” said Jasper. He was immediately in a better mood. It might have been a nice weekend, but there was still a lot of fun to look forward to. Jasper put on his regular clothes and a moment later he was ready to head home. Jasper happily said goodbye to Koen, Kathy, Heleen and Dries and hopped home next to his mother. Two days later, Jasper was sitting in the garden with Dries. It was a sunny day and the children enjoyed being outdoors. They had played a lot, but they were bored with what Dries had to offer in the way of garden toys. They wanted to go to the playground; “Mummy, can we go to the playground?” Dries asked. “I don’t have time to go with you Dries, I have too much to do today.” Kathy replied. “But if Heleen wants to come, that’s fine with me too.” Jasper and Dries exchanged a quick glance. “Are you going to ask Heleen?” Dries asked Jasper. “I think she will agree with you much more quickly.” Jasper’s eyes sparkled. Could he really manage that with Heleen? Cautiously, he and Dries made their way to her room. Jasper knocked gently on the door, suddenly a little shy. “Come in,” he heard from her bed. She was reading a book. “Heleen?” he began carefully. “Hmmm?” she replied. “Would you like to go to the playground with us?” “Hmmm.” Jasper looked at Dries questioningly. What did she mean by that? “Keep asking.” Dries urged Jasper in a whisper. “Can we go now?” Jasper asked. Now he got a little more reaction from Heleen. “Sorry Jasper, I wasn’t listening. What do you want to do?” “Do you want to go to the playground with us?” Jasper asked. “Mum can’t.” Dries interrupted. Heleen looked doubtful; the book was exciting. “Why don’t you just go with us to the playground and continue reading there?” Jasper proposed. “OK, that’s fine, I’ll go with you.” Heleen was convinced. A little later, Heleen, Jasper and Dries had arrived at the playground, and Jasper and Dries immediately shot their way to the play castle that was there, and captured it from hundreds of invisible enemies. Heleen saw her friend Mila, who was also at the birthday party, sitting on a bench. Mila was bored and staring at nothing in particular. “Hello Mila.” Heleen said happily as she sat down next to her. “Hey, hello Heleen.” Mila said, looking much happier now that she was no longer alone. “On the babysitting service too? I’m in charge of my little brother Billy,” she said with a nod to a boy who was a bit further away. “Yes, I am on the babysitter service too. My little brother and Jasper, do you remember him from my birthday?” “Yes, that cute little boy. Both boys enjoyed the party. Where are they now?” Heleen pointed to the castle that was there. “Dries has just finished the slide and Jasper is waiting up there. Where’s Billy?” “Billy’s over there with that group of girls. They’re playing hopscotch.” “A boy playing hopscotch? That’s weird,” Heleen said. “No, it’s quite normal for Billy. He plays a lot with the girls. It seems he feels better with them, that he fits in better.” “Doesn’t he feel all right then?” asked Heleen, who always got worried when she thought there was something wrong with someone. “I don’t know.” Mila said. “He always seems so depressed all the time. He seems to be feeling bad, but I don’t know what it is. When I ask him, he doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, he says.” “It’s holiday now, maybe that will do him some good.” Heleen repeated what she had heard many others say. “I hope so, we are going to Portugal by plane in three days. I am really looking forward to it. It’s my first time flying.” “Sounds nice. We are going to the south of France by car. The resort we’re going to is nice, but I don’t feel like driving for two days. A plane sounds much nicer.” Mila nodded enthusiastically. Dries and Jasper paid no attention to Billy; they didn’t know each other either. Only their sisters knew each other. Dries had discovered a nest of spiders under a shelf in a corner and was looking at it with fascination. It looked like a hundred spiders all together! Jasper crouched next to it and watched. He also found it interesting to watch. Three spiderlings seemed to be leaving the nest, and Dries blew gently at them to guide them back to the nest. But that didn’t seem to help and Dries blew again with full force. Suddenly, hundreds of baby spiders shot out in all directions! Amazed by the reaction, the children stopped to see what was happening, but the baby spiders did not return. For the rest of the afternoon, the children walked around the playground looking for more spider nests, but they were unable to find any more. It was almost dinnertime, and Heleen and Mila bid each other farewell, wishing each other a happy holiday. Heleen went over to Jasper’s house to drop him off, and then returned home with Dries. “Dries, are you coming to play with me tomorrow?” Jasper asked. Helga heard what Jasper was asking and intervened. “That’s not possible, Jasper. There’s a sale at the clothes shop and I’m going to go shopping with you tomorrow.” Jasper was disappointed. “Okay Mum.” Buying clothes was not his favourite pastime. “Are you coming the day after tomorrow?” Jasper asked. Dries nodded that it would be fine. “Bye!” he waved to Jasper. “Bye!”

A bit like Kaliborio above me, I've never been treated 'like a baby' but my needs have meant I needed babyish things. Doctors told my folks to expect me to never learn to be able to do many things for myself but to try anyway, so they did. They changed me until I was 12ish, then less and less. One difference was that pullups had been introduced and I could look after myself for short times in those. The other was I eventually learnt to change myself. Until then they changed me, aunties, grandparents, friends - all sorts. At home, I was never shy about nappies and those and long t-shirts were pretty comfy wear. I tended to get lost in what I was doing and was very in the habit of being checked rather than asking. It was never presented as 'baby' just, 'Rosie'. My folks still put a plastic mat under the chair where I eat when I visit them and i still favour spoons to eat with and ask for my food to be cut up for me. If going out to a restaurant with friends I'll ask them discretely. I have a 'splash zone' in my own place where I eat. I had a lot of toys for younger children to try and practise my hand-eye skills, general co-ordination. Shape sorting and bead stringing and that. I've always had an overactive imagination, playing with teddies and dolls and things till I was 15/16. Then starting again when I was in my mid-twenties.

I wouldn't say my parents "treated me like a baby." I would say they treated me in a number of ways as if I was younger than I was, occasionally to the point of treating me similarly to a baby. I think the two are different. The reason I think the two are different is that I think to be "treated like a baby," not otherwise specified, would entail a broad, general positive (i.e. active, additive) offering or imposition of babylike things — counting blocks, stuffed animals, etc. — rather like what an AB might do for themself to make it easier or more comfortable to regress. My parents didn't do that. They were pretty happy to treat me appropriately for my age in terms of academic achievement, household responsibility, etc. Typically, they treated me like a baby by either: not preventing me from doing childish things which normal kids my age would have been taught not to do anymore; or subjecting me, or allowing me to be subjected, to rules that would be normal for babies and toddlers but not older kids who were my age. Important context is that I spent a huge part of my childhood without continence and in diapers, due to a very protracted precontinence (i.e. pre-toilet-training phase) and then a separate period of incontinence a couple of years later. Without that context, much of this would never have happened. However, I think if I had a kid and my kid had the same problems, I would avoid doing pretty much everything my parents did. Here are some of the more outré things I can think of. Fair warning that a lot of tea is going to be spilled which is extraneous to the diapers but which is vital to understanding my family. They didn't advocate for medical attention. At about 4yo, after a couple of separate toilet training failures, my parents took me to a paediatrician who assessed me as incontinent due to developmental delay. That's all well and good but then they just sort of treated it as a permanent fait accompli and didn't try to take any further action until my school put them in touch with a clinician when I was 6. Similarly, when my incontinence kicked in at 10, after a few paediatric consults they kind of pretty quickly assumed that it was going to be a permanent thing and stopped trying to fix it. I dunno if their approach here is objectively objectionable or neglectful, but it feels weird. They had weird ideas about modesty. Everyone is familiar with how parents let their toddlers wander about in a T-shirt and diapers. Typically that would stop at about 2 or 3. I was dressed that way most everywhere for the warm half of the year until I was about 4, and I was still dressed that way in most extended family private spaces and some public spaces right up until I left diapers. I have pretty much only ever seen 1 other person to whom this happened in my entire life. In my parents' defence, I think at least the "extended family" element of this may have been instigated by my extended family in an attempt to play some kind of weird power game. I am one of the few people in my extended family diagnosed autistic, and the only one I know of with any significant continence issues. I think my relatives liked to lord that over my parents and remind them of that. I very rarely got to change my own diapers. This is partly not directly my parents' fault. All told, I was wearing some form of incontinence protection through late third grade and from mid-sixth-grade through early-to-mid-ninth-grade. In that time, I went to one kindergarten, two primary schools, and one high school. Everyone except the high school had a blanket policy saying students with continence issues could not change their own diapers. The high school's policy was written in such a way that if I had been less severely incontinent and/or wearing lighter protection at the time of enrolment, I probably would have been able to change my own diapers, but I wasn't, so I wasn't. My parents' direct involvement was that I did not get to change my own diapers at home at all during my first stay in them. I got to do it very rarely during my second stay; essentially, if I needed a change between coming home from school and going to bed, I could handle that, but otherwise my parents handled any other changes not handled by the school. If I had still been in diapers at 13 I would have taken over responsibility for them then, but as it happened, by then I was in pull-ups, so I never needed to do that work or learn how to change cloth diapers. I am going to throw the responsibility for that part directly at my parents. Bitching at me about how difficult and disgusting it was to have to change my diapers, while not actually letting me learn to do it myself, was a dynamic that kept repeating itself in every other interaction we had right up until I broke off contact with them. They didn't help me maintain continence. During my second stay in diapers, I did have partial control which would have been strong enough to make it to the toilet under some circumstances. However, I was in traditional square cloth diapers. They are pretty much impossible to use as pull-ups, and because I didn't know how to change myself, I couldn't just take them off to use the toilet and then put them back on. As a result, in a lot of situations where I could have used the toilet and where it would arguably have been helpful for me to do so, I had no option but to use my diapers. — In practice, pretty much all of these things were kind of messed up and draining to experience, and I'm still carrying a fair amount of resentment about them.

The baby stuff is fun but that comes with the fact that I need the constant care of a caregiver.So even before we added the baby touch to it I was pretty much living the life of a baby/toddler in a somewhat sort of way because I had to rely on the constant care of someone else for all of my needs. That is pretty much what a baby has to deal with. We just made it a bit more fun in the past 3 years.

Chapter 24: SOMETIME THE NEXT morning I became aware I was too hot. I felt Ivy’s strong arms squeezing me tighter as I tried to get loose from her gripping me like a teddy bear. “Morning Princess,” she told me and let me wriggle free. I looked at my watch and saw it was after lunch time. “Wow… it’s late.” “Yes, it is, we should probably get moving. Definitely need to get that diaper changed before you leak on Mommy’s bed!” I sat up and stretched as she got out from the covers and picked me up. “Actually, Mommy needs to go pee, why don’t you go wait by the changing table?” She sat me down pretty quickly and I wondered, ‘How close was she to an accident?’ I grinned thinking about the sweet justice of a Big having one! I followed her directions though and toddled my way to my nursery. I definitely needed a change! My diaper inflated enough that it made me waddle! I poked at it for a second and then wandered around my room wondering how long she was going to be. She was quickly there though, and scooped me up to change me. “The rash is looking better already,” she told me even as she had applied more of the cream. I wasn’t a huge fan of it because of the weird odor, and it seemed to stick a bit to the fabric of the diaper. She carried me to my closet and said, “What do you want to wear today?” “Are we going anywhere?” I asked her. She shook her head, “No, not planning to.” I looked at the wardrobe options and pointed at a one-piece creeper outfit that I knew was pretty comfortable. It was pink and had a lacy top section by the collar. It snapped all the way down the front through the crotch. It provided a small amount of material, almost like an ultrashort pair of shorts at the end. It was really babyish… but it was also really comfortable. Soon I was eating leftover pasta in my high chair. When I was done, she had cleaned me up, and I figured she was about to suggest nursing and a nap, when the doorbell rang. “Who could that be?” Ivy asked and picked me up. She placed me on her hip and walked to the door. I leaned with her as she looked through the peephole, “There’s no one out there?” She unlocked the door and we looked down to see the leader of the Hellcats wearing a set of BDUs. “Hi, what can I do for you sir?” “I’m Colonel Jackal, may I come in?” the man asked. “Umm… sure,” she told him. “I was hoping to speak to you two…” he told us as he walked in the door and Ivy closed the door behind him. I could feel him examining me from the top down as we sat down on the couch together and he sat on the opposite end after easily scaling the couch. I blushed at this ‘adult’ viewing me as a ‘baby.’ “Sure, what can we do for you?” Ivy asked. “First I want to thank you Doc, you managed to save a lot of lives yesterday.” “Not all of them,” I said sadly. “If you’re thinking about the terrorist, I urge you not to feel guilty. He made his choice, and you made the only one possible to save that baby. We would not have been able to save the baby if he’d been left alone.” I nodded, “Mentally I know that… Emotionally that’s going to take some time.” “Well regardless of the next thing I want to talk about, we have some people we can put you in touch with to help you deal with that. PTSD is a real thing and I would be shocked if you don’t suffer from it at least a little bit after this.” I nodded, “Thanks…” “You wanted to talk about more?” Ivy asked. “Yes… Look, normally I don’t come in and talk to adopted littles and their bigs about something like this. Usually we only recruit from free littles.” “Recruit?!?” Ivy asked suddenly. “Yes, recruit. Doctor Nickerson, Doc here is an incredibly talented doctor with a good head on her shoulders… We’ve done some checking and we think it’s a waste of her abilities to just leave her in a daycare pretending to be a mindless baby.” I thought for sure with something like that Ivy would tell him to ‘get the hell out of her house…’ “I agree Colonel,” Ivy told him. “What?!?” I said suddenly and turned my head up towards her. “I agree, I’ve felt guilty about this for weeks… but I don’t have an answer. Holly you’re adopted and if I just free you, it is exceptionally likely you’ll just be adopted by someone else… Someone that would be more like Bob…” she choked up then. I looked back at the man. “What are you offering her Colonel?” “Holly’s freedom. She would come with us and go through our boot camp… it’s all of the physicality of a normal military boot camp, along with intense potty training for a little like Doc. When she passes, she gets assigned to our hospital on the base, and she’ll have occasional deployments to be on scene for emergencies on ops.” “What about her adoption?” Ivy asked. “This agreement would render it invalid, and her credentials as a member of the Hellcats would prevent her from ever being legally adopted in the future.” “What about Ivy?” I asked softly. “Her claim on you goes away.” I looked up at her and the tears streaming from her eyes and realized I really had grown to genuinely love her. With no family in the other dimension there was nothing keeping me there… but here? I looked at my clothes and over at his BDUs and wondered if I really wanted a military life. Yes, I would be free… I could probably even get my body set to have a puberty and become a full-grown woman with kids of my own there… “How soon do you need an answer?” I asked him. “Preferably in the next week since we’ll have transport in the area, but this will be an open-ended offer,” he replied. “Length of my term of service?” “Two years minimum,” he told me. “Give me your contact information please?” I told him. We traded information and he left. Ivy sat down on the floor to where she was closer to my level. “Why didn’t you just tell him yes?” “Two reasons…” I told her standing at my height and realizing even then I wasn’t close to her shoulder. “One, making a snap decision led me here… maybe not the best of ideas…” I giggled. She gave me a thin grin, “Maybe not…” “Two… I’m not sure if that’s what I want...” I paused and sighed, “I’m… I’m also not sure I want to leave you…” With that she gave me a big hug and asked, “why don’t we go ahead and give you some boob milk and then maybe take a nap?” I nodded and waited for her to shrug her shirt out of the way. I was soon latched on and trying to figure out what I wanted to do. IVY LOOKED DOWN at Holly sleepily nursing from her second breast. There was a different sensation when she was really asleep and auto-nursing as she thought of it. It was like when she was nursing a pacifier instead, and she had definitely reached that stage now. ‘Why didn’t she just take that offer?’ she wondered. ‘It can’t be as simple as me…’ She carried her to the nursery and changed the damp diaper before placing her in her crib to nap. She grabbed the monitor and walked to the living room. As an afterthought she stopped and grabbed her phone from her bedroom and took it with her to sit down. She was just about to turn the TV on to watch something when the phone rang. “Hello?” “Hi, Doctor Nickerson?” “Yes?” “This is Marcus Wethington, I’m on the board of directors at the hospital?” She thought back to the fancy meet and greet fundraisers she’d had to attend and said, “Yes sir, I remember you. What can I do for you?” “Well first, how are you and your little… Doc is her name? Today?” “Her name is actually Holly… Mostly okay so far. Yesterday was a bit rough on both of us.” “Of course, sorry the news is calling her Doc... When they interviewed some of the littles parents from inside the daycare, she was all they could talk about.” “Oh? I haven’t watched any TV at all… I didn’t want to upset Holly if she saw it.” “Well at some point you should probably at least get a copy of the newspaper. She is being considered the biggest heroine ever for littles.” “Probably should be…” she told him, “I still can’t believe what she pulled off in there.” “Neither can we to be honest. Look, myself and the board really need to talk to you as soon as we can. Is there a chance we could stop by your house?” “Umm… I guess. If Holly needs something though I’ll have to take care of whatever she needs.” “Of course! Would right now work?” ‘What the hell is going on?’ she wondered to herself. “I guess…?” “You’re still at the address we have on file at the hospital?” “Yes sir,” she responded nervously. “Great, we’ll be by in ten minutes.” ‘Ten minutes?!?’ She suddenly realized she was still in her pajamas! She jumped up and ran to her bedroom and quickly put on some jeans and a t-shirt thinking that would be okay since she was at her house. She made a quick look around the house and saw there was too much stuff out for caring for a little… ‘No way am I going to have this house spotless…’ she thought. She did quickly move the swing, playpen, and walker out of the way to her bedroom. She had a few folding chairs she kept on hand for company, that she dug out in record time. She was just about to check on Holly really quick when the doorbell rang. ‘Good thing I soundproofed her room to where the ring doesn’t reach inside there…’ she thought as she hurried to the door. Standing at her door was the full board of directors… all eleven of them remaining after Bob was killed. “Good afternoon Doctor,” Marcus Wethington said as he led the way into her house. She grabbed the kitchen table chairs to add to the others in the living room. “Can I get you all anything?” “No thank you Doctor, we’re not planning on taking up too much of your time,” an older woman she remembered was Sylvia Pinkerton, one of the wealthiest women in town. “Well… umm… what can I do for you?” “Well… it’s more what we want to do for you,” Sylvia said. “Okay…?” she responded, ‘stop sounding like an idiot!’ She admonished herself. “We’d like to offer you Bob’s position,” Marcus said. “Me? Shouldn’t you be doing a search committee? CEOs are never just hired…?” She asked incredulously. “Normally yes… but in this case we believe we already have the best candidate. You’ve been running Pediatrics very smoothly for several years now. We’re sure that you would do a good job with the hospital as a whole. Add in the fact that the staff loves you, from the other doctors, to the nurses, to the custodial staff – absolutely no one has a negative thing to say about you.” “I’m sure there’s somebody,” she thought thinking of how many times she’d chewed out an incompetent person. “Not really,” Sylvia added her two cents. “Well…” she thought for a second. “I would have a condition…” I WOKE UP and found I was in my crib. I sighed as I thought, ‘If I took him up on that offer at least I wouldn’t have to be trapped when I sleep…’ I sat there thinking about the offer some more until Ivy must have seen me awake on the monitor. She came in and asked, “Awake now?” I nodded, “Change me please?” “Of course,” she told me and had me laying down on the changing table and in a new diaper. “How about we have a movie marathon for the rest of the day?” “Another one?” “Did you have something else you wanted to do?” I shrugged as she pulled my legs up into the air, “Not really…” “You showed me one of your fantasy movie series from back home, how about I show you one of ours?” “That might be kind of cool,” I acknowledged. “But… you like that genre?” with some surprise in my voice. “I’m a bit of a geek at times,” she told me with a smile as she wiped me. When she was done putting on the new diaper, she dressed me in another one-piece blanket sleeper instead of my previous outfit. “Pajamas already?” I wondered. “Don’t worry, I’ll go put mine on too. Then we’ll order some Chinese food for dinner?” I nodded, “Okay, sounds a bit like undergrad…” She smiled, “Yeah it does.” The night went by pretty quickly with a trilogy that would have been appreciated back home. Elves, dragons, and orcs were all enemies of humans in it. There was a love interest then with a human and an elf princess… Well, it was pretty good all things considered. My only issue with them is that apparently along with longer days, their ‘adult’ movie length was also longer. The trilogy lasted a couple hours into the new day and we were once again up waaaay too late! I fell asleep nursing that night trying to think of what I wanted to do about that offer. ‘I have a feeling that if I want to do it the Hellcats wouldn’t let Ivy say no over it…’ ‘I don’t know that I want to be in a military force though…’ THE NEXT MORNING came way too quickly for my tastes after the two consecutive late nights. Both Ivy and I looked like hell as she got us both ready that morning to visit her parents. She dressed me in a pretty, but really short, yellow dress with an attached onesie. I liked it for being able to hold up my diaper as it got wetter. ‘I’ve learned droopy diapers suck…’ I mused. Ivy liked it because it made me look like her adorable toddler. In the driveway of her parents’ house I counted the same number of cars from the last time we had come a couple months ago. For some reason Ivy had avoided all of these gatherings since then… ‘Why?’ I wondered. The last time had been really awkward with poor Janice’s situation. And, Kelly being a brat… And, Katie being whatever she was… As she stepped through the front door it was obvious that a lot of changes had indeed taken place since we’d come last. The biggest was a playpen in the middle of the room that held Janice sitting in a onesie and sucking on a pacifier. Her face looked all red, like she’d been crying. ‘He decided she would be a baby after all?’ I wondered. The person drawing my ire though was one of the first to greet us. “Hi Ivy, Holly,” Jonah came and gave us a hug. “Hi,” I said timidly. “How are you doing?” He asked me sincerely. I shrugged, “So far I haven’t had the nightmares I expect to happen.” “When they come, don’t be too afraid to ask for help,” he told me in a voice that was different than I remembered him using towards me on my previous visit. “I’ll remember that,” I told him, “Thanks. Ivy’s dad came over and greeted us with a kiss on the forehead. “There’s the hero!” he said to me. I blushed, “I don’t know about hero…” “I do,” Jonah spoke up. “The news definitely thinks you are…” he added. “News?” I asked. I looked up at Ivy. She shrugged, “We haven’t honestly watched it at all,” she told me. “I have…” her dad said, “Somehow they got a video of the takedown you did.” I felt my stomach turn a bit with that, “How much…?” “How much did they show?” Ivy finished for me. “All of it,” Jonah said. “Even…?” I asked. “Yes… most stations put up a blur over you two.” “Not all?” I asked “No, two local and one national just warned viewers,” her dad said. I felt my stomach doing weird things and swallowed back the vomit that threatened to come out. I think Jonah sensed that and decided to change the subject, “You want to set her down with Janie for a little bit?” “Why’s she in a playpen?” “Kelly and Janie haven’t been doing too well together on Sundays, so I offered to bring her pen. She chose to sit in it instead of playing with Kelly today.” I looked over at her again, then over at Kelly, who was bossily trying to get Julie to crawl by moving one hand and leg then another… Unfortunately, there was no way that would work thanks to the butchery Katie had done to the poor girl. Ivy looked at me and I nodded, “Sure for a little bit.” She hugged me and whispered, “I won’t go far and I promise it won’t be long.” “Thanks,” I whispered. The ‘adults’ moved to sit around on the couch on the other side of the living room. I looked at Janice and whispered, “Janice, what happened to you?” “Whadoyoumean?” she said around the pacifier. “You’re an adult?” I suggested. She shook her head and pulled her pacifier out. “Nuh-uh, my boss decided Daddy was right that I was just a baby… so she told me I needed to stay home with him.” “She fired you?” “Nope, I’m a baby! Babies can’t work! I get to go to Auntie Katie’s daycare now. It’s lots more fun! You should come! We could play and have so much fun together!!!” She smiled and moved the toy rattle she had up and down. I shook my head, “Umm… I have my own daycare my mommy takes me to…” Her larger frame meant that the playpen appropriate for her was a bit larger than mine at Ivy’s house. Even with the larger sized pen though, she was big enough that there wasn’t a ton of space in there. I ended up leaning with my back against the side of the mesh where I could look at her and also keep an eye out for Kelly. She was now talking to Ivy and showing her big girl panties off for some reason. It looked to me like she’d grown quite a bit just since we’d seen her. Her dad grunted as he picked her up and talked about how big she was getting. I looked back at Janice, “So umm… what about being married?” “Daddy adopted me, I can’t be his wifee no more,” she said. ‘So, he did do it…’ I thought. I was debating what else I could do to kill time when Janice stood up and crouched in what I had learned from experience was a poopie crouch. “Umm, Janie do you need to go potty?” I asked. “Janie goes potty in her diapees like all good girls,” she said with a giggle as she filled the back of the diaper. The smell hit me and I wanted to gag. I looked over at Ivy and made eye contact with a motion towards Janice. She stood up and came over, “Peee-eeeew,” she said, “Someone over here is a stinky baby!” She made a point of picking me up and sniffing me, “I know it’s not you,” she whispered, “I’ll get her changed…” “Not my Princess,” she said. “Janice are you stinky?” “Stinky!” she exclaimed and then happily sat down on her poop to smush it. She picked her up and said, “Jonah, your baby needs changed.” She definitely emphasized the word baby in such a way I could tell she wasn’t really happy about it. “She likes her poopies,” Katie said, “Just let her play in her diapee for a bit. It’s good for her to accept her place.” “She’ll get a rash or a UTI,” Ivy said angrily. “Well then you change her,” Jonah said. “I’m with Katie on this. If you want to change her, I left her bag upstairs.” “Ugh,” she looked at Janice, “Well since they’re too lazy, I’ll get you to being a pretty smelling girl again.” She moved her to her right hip and then reached down and managed to grab me and placed me on her left hip. “Definitely glad you’re an only child…” she said as she made her way up the staircase. She sat me down in the nursery and went to work on the oversized baby. “You knew?” I asked her as she undid the diaper. She tickled Janice a little to get a giggle and nodded at me, “It’s why we haven’t been coming on Sundays. I can’t stand to know they’ve done this to her.” “What all have they done?” I asked softly. “Hypnosis, the potty training went with drinking breast milk several times a day… that’s it so far I think.” “She’s that far gone from hypnosis?” I asked as she acted every bit as babyish as the brainwashed littles at daycare. She wiped her bottom for a few moments before saying, “Holly, if I wanted to, I could make you behave like a little newborn with our hypnosis tapes alone… You’d forget you could walk, talk, or even crawl…” “Thank you for not…” I told her as she balled up the poop filled diaper and put it in a diaper genie they had in the nursery. She had to push her shoulders back down on the changing table, “Not done yet Janie,” she told her. I watched her dig into the pink diaper bag that said ‘Daddy’s Baby Princess’ on the side of it in large, glittery letters. A huge new thick diaper was pulled out, and I could tell it was different than the ones she had been wearing before. “Is that a crawler diaper in her size?” I asked. “Yes… it is,” she said as she did both tapes. She picked her up and sat her on the ground on her feet. Janie held herself upright for two seconds and then happily fell down on her bottom and giggled. “You need changed yet?” she asked me. “I’m probably okay,” I told her feeling the padding. She reached over and did the same, “Yep, I bet you can make it through lunch.” “How long are we staying after lunch?” “Not long,” she told me. “I think neither of us really wants to stick around, right?” I nodded and looked over at Janice, “She’ll be like that forever?” “A long time at least,” Ivy told me. “I would say until my brother gets tired of her poopy diapers, but it’s pretty obvious Katie is telling him just to leave her in them so he’s probably not changing them often.” “Why is she so happy in them?” “One of the first things that Katie does at her daycare is condition her littles to happily stay in poopy diapers for half a day or more.” “How is that not abuse?” I asked. “I don’t know… It’s one of many reasons why I won’t send you there.” “What are we…?” I was about to ask when her dad came through the door. “Your mom says dinner’s ready,” he told her. “Okay. Can you grab Janice so I can carry Holly down?” “I’ll be happy to grab Janie,” her dad said. He tickled her bare foot as he picked her up and proceeded to throw her in the air a couple times as we followed them downstairs. Ivy carefully sat me down into the high chair and buckled me in the normal harness. I looked over at Janice being buckled into a high chair now just like Katie’s two littles were. Only her head was left free, her ankles and hands were both strapped down. That was the first time I saw some sort of mental recognition in her eyes as she looked at me with worry. ‘I’d guess she’s very close to being past the point of no return…’ I thought morosely. During lunch I stayed quiet, remembering the rules from before. ‘Her mom doesn’t seem so bad on her own… I wonder why she’s like this on Sundays?’ They all talked around me, and in a way I was grateful for not being asked about the terrible incident. Towards the end of lunch her mom said, “Looks like everyone is ready for dessert?” “Yep!” Jonah said. She disappeared for a few moments and brought out a cake with ‘Congratulations Ivy and Holly!’ on it. “Why does it say that?” I asked Ivy. She sighed, “Well… It’s up to you still what you want to do about the offer you were given yesterday… but I have a counter offer for you.” “Counter offer?” I asked hesitantly. “While you were napping yesterday the hospital board of directors came by.” “I slept through that many people coming over?” “I had your room completely soundproofed before you came,” she said with a smile, “It’s why I always have the baby monitor… Anyway,” she said, extending out her syllables on ‘any.’ “They came by to make me an offer…” “What offer?” “Taking Bob’s place as the CEO of the hospital.” “Wow! Congratulations!” I told her, “That’s huge, why didn’t you say something last night?!?” “Because I wanted to surprise you with this - and I needed Jonah’s help to expedite it with the city.” She handed me a greeting card envelope. ‘Congratulations to a Super Heroine!’ it said with a diapered figure that reminded me of Supergirl back home. I opened it and a document greeted my eyes, ‘Work Permit.’ I read through it and realized it was like a work permit for a teenager back home. This particular one was for any minor, including adopted littles, and with the signature of the judge who had signed it gave me permission to work any job for up to eight hours per day, six days per week. “What’s this for?” I asked while I moved it aside and looked at the space behind it. I looked up at Ivy as she said, “I refused to take the job unless they promised me something.” “What?” I asked her. “That if I could get a work permit for you, they had to let you join the staff of the hospital as a surgeon in the pediatrics unit.” “I thought…” “You couldn’t?” She laughed as she pulled the tray away and pulled me to her lap. “You couldn’t before… but when you saved the life of that baby - and single handedly probably saved half or more of the lives in that room? Let’s just say it gave you some bargaining power.” “How does that work though?” I asked. “The Hellcats said I would have to potty train before I could join… wouldn’t I have to do that at the hospital?” “They asked you to join?!?” Jonah interrupted from across the table. I nodded, “Open ended offer…” I turned back to Ivy, “So…?” “So, part of the deal is that the diapers are a non-issue. If we can’t retrain you - as long as you’re wearing a diaper - it’s fine. We’ll have some nurses who will certainly be willing to change you if I’m not around.” “That’s kind of scary,” I admitted to her… “If I’m doing this… what surgical team would even listen to me?” “The ones that were there that day for certain, but probably the whole hospital now.” “She’s right,” Jonah said, “I heard more than a few comments about that while I was standing around there.” “So… what… I become like Janice was?” I whispered so she could hear me only. “Yes, you’ll do what Janice used to do,” she replied to me louder. “Only you don’t have to worry about me pulling you out of your job.” She hesitated, “Unless you start doing a bad job…” I shook my head, “I wouldn’t… Will my degree and license cover certifications here?” “As of this morning they will,” she said and nodded to her mom who brought over a gigantic wrapped package. I carefully ripped the paper while Ivy steadied it, revealing my medical school diploma next to a certificate to practice medicine there in this state. I was crying by then, “Really?!?” “Really,” she told me. I hugged her as best I could after she sat the picture down. “Thank you, Mommy!” I told her. “I can’t believe you think she can do surgery…” Katie said, “I sure as hell wouldn’t trust her…” “Just shut up Katie,” Jonah told her. “No, this is stupid… why in the hell would you let her work? You figured out that Janie had no business being a big girl… now you think that her baby should be doing surgical procedures?” I watched as a surreal scene occurred then. Jonah stood up, grabbed Katie, sat back down, and proceeded to pull her dress up and started spanking her! When she began crying, he kept going for a while longer and then pushed her from his lap. “That little girl may be the size of a baby, she may even piss and shit her pants like a baby, but I guarantee you she’s more mature than you sis. So just shut the fuck up.” He looked at Janie then who was crying, “I’m sorry sweetheart… Maybe this is a sign I shouldn’t be listening to sis anymore.” He picked her up and began rocking her back and forth while Katie stormed out of the room in tears. “Jonah, next time let me be the one to spank Katie if she needs it,” his dad said. “That being said, she needed it.” “So…?” Ivy asked me. “I would really be able to do procedures? No daycare? Parents would trust me?” “I guarantee it,” she said. “There may be some that will ask to have another surgeon… and we’ll respect that, but I think you’ll have more than enough respect once they know you’re the famous ‘Doc’ who saved lives last week. I leaned into her and thought for a second, “Okay… but you promise? It almost seems too good to be true…” She laughed, “I promise this time you’ll be working your butt off as a full-time surgeon on actual patients.” “Shake on it??” She held her hand out and I shook the massive hand of the CEO who ran my new workplace. *********************************************************************************************** Well folks, that's the final full chapter. There's a small Epilogue that I'll post tomorrow to finish it off. Thank you to everyone who has commented and liked the posts along this journey! Please let me know your thoughts with a comment and/or a like!