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Daniel has been left at home with his "sister" which means some rather unusual babysitting techniques. Daniel finds out things can always get worse before a very filling lunch indeed. --- 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 --- Daniel pouted. It felt far from a perfect fit to him. Everything was being squeezed and pulled and pinched. As Amber got a fresh diaper out Daniel reached down to see if he could adjust the new chastity device, it was absolutely not going to move and there wasn’t a millimetre of free space. “I suppose I should test that your punishment cage works before taping you up.” Amber said thoughtfully as she put the folded up diaper on the edge of the table. Daniel wasn’t entirely sure what Amber meant as she walked away from the table. Daniel was helpless on his back and could only watch as Amber went back to the chest of drawers. He saw her pull something out and then heard a small vibration. His eyes grew wide as he realised what was going to happen. “You don’t need to do that!” Daniel whined, “It works! It works!” “Better safe than sorry.” Amber replied with a devilish smile as she turned around. There was a tube of lube kept on the shelf underneath the padded table top and Amber now popped open the top. Daniel bit his bottom lip anxiously as he watched the thick clear liquid squeeze out of the tube and on to a long, thin red vibrator. The pointed end became covered in the slick lube and it slowly ran down the plastic as it spread. When Amber dripped some lube on her finger Daniel knew where it was going. Putting the vibrator down on its base to let the lube continue to run down Amber stood to the side of the changing table. She hooked her arm underneath Daniel’s knees and rolled him backwards until his butt was sticking out and his knees were up near his head. The helpless man’s anxiety spiked as he now couldn’t see what was happening. “Make sure to stay relaxed.” Amber said. That was easier said than done for Daniel. He felt Amber’s finger against his puckered hole. It circled a couple of times before experimentally pressing in. Daniel closed his eyes tightly as Amber’s finger slipped inside him, the lube causing the digit to rather effortlessly go in. Once the lube had been spread the finger withdrew and a couple of seconds later Daniel heard the vibrating start up again. Daniel let out a gasp as he felt the tip of the plastic sex toy press against his entrance. He tensed for a second before forcing himself to relax. The vibrator slipped into his butt with ease thanks to the slippery lubricant. The vibrations pushed deeper and seemed to go through his whole body, he could immediately feel his confined genitals trying to get larger. “It should be right around… here.” Amber said as she angled the vibrator and pushed it in a little more. “Ah!” Daniel’s gasp of exclamation was breathy as the toy hit the magic place inside him that felt so good. Unfortunately for Daniel he was in his punishment cage and there was no room for any excitement. Almost immediately he felt pain as the tiny rubber teeth bit into his penis. It felt like he could feel his balls swelling because nothing else could. “There it is.” Amber smiled mischievously. Daniel was moaning wantonly as he felt his sister push the toy against his prostate and then pull it away again. The constant small thrusts being met with gasps of arousal. Daniel lowered his hands to his private parts as he felt rubber confines mercilessly squeeze against him. He wanted to rub himself but his dick was completely encased, his hands went to his testicles where there was exposed skin. “Take the cage off?” Daniel said the sentence as a hopeful question. “No.” Amber said as she pulled his hands away, “You know you aren’t allowed to touch yourself there.” Daniel groaned. He put his hands to his sides and clenched them into fists. The combination of pain and pleasure was very confusing and when he moaned he wasn’t quite sure which feeling was dominating. Every time Amber slid the toy forwards and pressed it against his pleasure button he tensed a little around the plastic and tried to push his butt out for better access. Even though his penis was confined he could still feel his excitement growing and just when he thought he might be about to make milkies the toy stopped vibrating. He moaned as Amber pulled it away from his prostate and finally all the way out of his body. “That’s enough of that.” Amber said as she put the toy to the side. “Please…” Daniel said quietly, begging Amber to start it up again despite the pain caused by his prison. If Amber heard him she didn’t respond. She busied herself with completing the diaper change. The fresh crinkly disposable was opened up and this time when Daniel’s legs were lifted the diaper was slid underneath him so the cool table top was replaced by the soft and fluffy underwear. Powder was sprinkled over his crotch and then the front of the baby pants was pulled up and taped closed around his crotch. He was slightly out of breath after everything that had happened and when Amber picked him up he put up very little resistance. Daniel was held against Amber’s chest-to-chest and his head ended up pressed between Amber’s voluptuous breasts. With his head practically encased by Amber’s boobs he couldn’t see where he was going, that wasn’t unusual though since both Amber and Mommy had large chests and when he was carried around his head often found itself nestled between the women’s breasts. Daniel was carried down the stairs and into the living room. When he was pulled away from Amber his legs kicked out a little before he was lowered into the playpen. He didn’t try to stand on his weak legs and dropped down on to his padded butt. “Be a good boy and play with your toys.” Amber directed. Daniel watched as Amber sat down on the couch and started reading a magazine. Inside his diaper Daniel could still feel his junk throbbing slightly, at least they weren’t feeling so constricted now. It was common for him to be “teased” but it was always worse on his milking days. To distract himself Daniel pulled over a small stack of pop-up books and opened the first one. He had never really been taught to read but he enjoyed looking at the pictures and playing with the images that popped out at him. After playing with the books Daniel moved over to do some colouring and after that he went to his building blocks. Throughout the whole time he was playing Amber remained on the couch flicking through various gossip magazines and books. After a few hours Daniel was sure it must be approaching lunch time. He could feel a rumbling in his tummy and his diaper was damp again. He looked up at Amber but she didn’t seem to be preparing to go make him some food. “Amber… I’m hungry.” Daniel said as he looked up from his spot on the floor of the playpen surrounded by toys. “OK.” Amber replied without looking up from what she was reading. Daniel scowled. He had hoped Amber would get his none-too-subtle hint that she should make lunch but she didn’t move from her spot on the couch. He knew what she wanted him to do but he was determined not to give in to her. The minutes seemed to stretch out and Daniel was only getting hungrier. He tried to distract himself but it seemed like as soon as he noticed how hungry he was it was all that he could think about. He couldn’t concentrate on his toys or the images on the television. He occasionally caught Amber looking at him, she was waiting and he wasn’t going to be able to deny her what she wanted for long. Eventually Daniel sighed and crawled to the edge of the playpen nearest Amber. “Please can you make some lunch?” Daniel asked as nicely as he could. “You can do better than that.” Amber smiled. Daniel threw his head back and sighed. This was another of his Amber’s favourite games. Instead of just making him lunch like his Mommy would Amber would make him beg for it. He didn’t know why she liked that but it sometimes seemed like she just enjoyed showing that she was bigger and more powerful than her brother. “Please, please, please could I have lunch, Amber?” Daniel asked. He attempted a genuine smile, “Please, please, please!” “Aw, how could I say no to that cute little face?” Amber smiled. Hers was a lot more real than Daniel’s had been. Daniel sighed with relief when Amber got up and opened the gate to the pen. It wasn’t uncommon for Amber to keep that “game” up for a lot longer than that. Sometimes Daniel would have to be begging for half an hour or longer. This time she seemed happy to end it quickly. As soon as Daniel had crawled over to the gate she reached down and scooped him up into her arms. Instead of carrying Daniel towards the kitchen Amber went back to the couch. Daniel frowned. As Amber sat down and laid him across her lap he realised what was about to happen. He went red in the face, this was something his Mommy did a lot more often than Amber. “No…” Daniel protested weakly, “I want my bottle!” Amber laughed at Daniel’s infantile request as she unbuttoned the front of her blouse. Daniel stared up as the thin blouse fell off Amber’s shoulders revealing the white bra underneath that seemed to be straining to contain the huge breasts within. Daniel bit his lip, he couldn’t help but feel his mouth water knowing he was about to be fed. A trickle of drool came out the corner of his mouth and Amber laughed again. Amber reached behind her back and unclipped the bra. She let the straps slip down her arms and the cups dropped away from her breasts. Daniel’s eyes opened wide as he saw the huge orbs fall free of their confines. The nipples stuck out and Daniel could already see a drop of milk forming at the end. He started salivating even though he really preferred drinking from a bottle rather than this much more embarrassing method. Amber leaned forwards and at the same time lifted Daniel’s head until his face was brushing against the skin of her swollen breast. The engorged nipple pressed against Daniel’s lips and he tentatively opened them to let it inside his mouth. “That’s it.” Amber encouraged from above Daniel. He couldn’t see her face now with the breast filling his vision, “Have a nice drink from me.” With Daniel’s lips pressed against the skin of Amber’s breast her nipple was filling his mouth. He swallowed nervously and even that movement caused some of the thick milky liquid to enter his mouth. Like a baby he instinctively tongued the leaky teat and felt more milk filling his mouth. Before long he had fallen into a rhythm of sucking and swallowing as he nursed from Amber. Daniel closed his eyes as he drank and felt his stomach filling. He just wanted the whole process to be over and regretted asking for lunch at all. Breastfeeding wasn’t exactly uncommon for him but it was usually his Mommy doing it which was mildly less embarrassing than when Amber did it. Daniel could feel his belly filling. As he drained the breast that he was attached to like a suction cup the milk was filling his tummy. Whilst focusing on drinking the thick milk Daniel felt Amber’s large hand rest on the front of his diaper. The soft plastic of his crinkly baby pants was pushed down against the constrictive rubber cage around his penis. He whined around the mouth-filling teat as his sister rubbed back and forth slowly. The teasing was never something Daniel particularly loved but when in this cage it was even worse. The little rubber “teeth” bit into his skin as his penis tried desperately to get excited. A consequence of the size difference between Daniel and Amber was that it took an absolute age for the breast to empty. He sucked harder and faster in an attempt to finish sooner. The whole time he was driven to distraction by Amber’s wandering hand. By the time Daniel had finished nursing on the breast his belly felt full up. As he let his head fall back from the big nipple he felt a thin line of milk trickle from his lips. “Halfway there.” Amber said with a smile as she shifted around to line Daniel up with her other nipple. “No-… Mmm!” Daniel tried to say he was filled up but Amber pressed him against her skin again. Daniel was yet again invaded by a large nipple that seemed to fill his mouth. As his head was pressed closer milk filled his mouth. It seemed Amber’s breast was full to bursting. With his protestations ignored Daniel started to slowly drink from his sister again. He was already full but he wasn’t going to be let up until Amber was satisfied. At least she had taken her hand off his aching crotch. Daniel groaned. His jaw was getting tired and he felt like an over-inflated beach ball. He put his hands on his tummy and was alarmed that his belly was bulging out in what seemed a cartoonish manner. He could feel and hear his stomach gurgling as it tried to digest and process the deluge. As if sensing he was struggling Daniel’s bladder twitched and then let go. Daniel spread his legs a little in an instinctive move to give his diaper more space as he flooded it. He could feel the hot liquid shooting out of him with a lot of pressure behind it. The heat soaked into the padding and spread down between his legs, the trickling liquid tickled his skin as it ran round to the back of his diaper. Daniel kept sucking on Amber’s teat as much as he could manage. He was getting sluggish, the massive quantity of milk and full tummy was making him very tired. He didn’t even register when he stopped wetting himself. He was so hydrated that even after he stopped his little penis would occasionally dribble out some more pee. By the time Daniel’s head was allowed to flop back his eyes were half-closed. His mouth was ringed by milk and his face felt very sweaty. Amber lifted him vertically and Daniel felt a little nausea as his tummy tried to come to terms with everything that had happened. “What a full baby.” Amber said. Daniel felt his Amber’s large hand patting his back gently. He tried to stop himself but he couldn’t help the air from coming back up. He belched loudly and tasted Amber’s milk again. She chuckled as she stood up and Daniel was carried out of the living room and towards the stairs. He was limp against his sister’s shoulder and his legs dangled uselessly as he was carried upstairs. He kept burping every few steps as he was taken back to his nursery. “Now I can put you down for a nap and not have to worry about looking after you.” Amber said happily. Daniel was laid in his crib and couldn’t argue. He was already yawning as his sister undressed him. She didn’t change his diaper though, she didn’t even check it. Daniel didn’t like sleeping in a wet diaper but when he was recovering from such a large meal it hardly mattered. He was asleep before his “sister” had even left the room. --- 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/e7580754-b3c4-427c-b8d5-003534ef0a29 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1290056

Somewhere along the way, I missed a week or three of posting, so here's another double-shot of story in an effort to catch up to where I think we should be now. Enjoy! Eighty “And where are you all going?” Mommy asked. “It’s a place that serves ramen downtown,” I replied. “I don’t remember the name. I guess that’s what Ava wanted.” “Ramen,” Mommy pondered aloud, stroking her chin. “Seems like a tricky date meal, doesn’t it? Lots of opportunities to make a mess of yourself. Do you want to bring a bib with you?” “I don’t think that…” She laughed to herself and shook her head–a common signal that she was just teasing. “It’s probably better that you make a mess of your shirt than a mess of your diaper.” “Uh, yeah,” I muttered. “I guess that’s why I’m, uhm, here…” Here was Ms. Potty, my new purple potty chair that Mommy got for me as part of her effort in ‘potty training’ me. It was currently sitting on the floor in the living room–and I was sitting on top of it. Truthfully, between the potty chair, the new potty chart that hung on the wall of the nursery, and her frequent requests that I stop what I’m doing and sit on said chair, it was clear that most of this was just for Mommy’s amusement. While I had become rather dependent on diapers over the last few months, I never truly lost the ability to get myself to the toilet–it was just a skill that needed a little polishing. I pushed again, hoping to convince my body to give up something into the potty. I got another trickle of pee, adding to the little puddle I made when I first sat down. “Empty?” she asked, standing by my side and looking down at me on my tiny little throne. “As empty as I can be for now, I guess.” I had asked Mommy if she thought I could go out without a diaper on. Personally, she had no objections to the idea–though she was concerned that I was being a bit hasty on the jump to ‘big-boy’ underpants. For a few minutes, I was feeling bold enough to just take a chance and leave the diapers at home. Ultimately, when I really thought about it, I decided that it’d be worse to be spotted soaking my underwear and pants while out in public than it would be to just wear a diaper and be a little more sure of myself. And so, I would be wearing a diaper out on the double-date. That, in itself, wasn’t a big deal, I supposed. Ava knew I wore diapers. Paige knew I wore diapers. Caleb was the only one who didn’t–unless Ava told him, though I doubted she would’ve. And if there was one thing I wished to achieve tonight–aside from the unlikely goal of wooing Ava into my arms–it was to not let Caleb see me as a baby. I stood up from Ms. Potty, and Mommy came prepared with a baby wipe, giving my undercarriage a quick clean before depositing the wipe into the chair’s bowl. “I got you something. For tonight.” “R-really?” I was interested, but I was also nervous. Knowing Mommy, it was likely going to be something ridiculous and humiliating. I imagined a t-shirt that read: Ask me if I need a diaper change. Instead, she reached into a bag on the coffee table and handed me a…diaper? “Oh,” I said, feeling my lips frowning. “Another diaper?” She shook her head and laughed. “No, silly. It’s not just a diaper. Feel it. Do you notice anything different about it?” Now that she mentioned it… It seemed lighter. It seemed to have a cloth backing to it, instead of the more rigid plastic that I was used to. It seemed considerably less bulky overall. “What is this?” “Training pants,” she said. “Pull-ups.” She proceeded to sing the song–the one from the commercials I used to see on TV when I was an actual young boy: “I’m a big kid now!” “Y-you think I’m ready for these?” I asked. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe that was the case–I just didn’t believe that Mommy was on the same page. She shrugged. “I don’t know if you’re ready or not. But, I figure that they’re still diapers and they’ll at least help keep your pants dry if you have an accident. So…let’s try them out. Let’s see what happens.” It felt like a promotion. A step in the right direction. My face lit up and a sudden surge of good vibes coursed through my body so quickly that I almost felt a little woozy. Instead of tumbling over, I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her tightly. “Wow. You’re that happy about pull-ups?” “Maybe.” Yes and no, but we didn’t have enough time to fully explain. Yes, it was a ‘thank you’ for the pull-ups, but it was just as much a ‘thank you’ for everything. A ‘thank you’ for continuing to create a space where I could feel humiliated on a potty chair one moment, while excited to leave the house and see my friends the next. “Alright, happy-baby. Let’s step into these bad boys, hmm? Let’s see how they look.” Just the motions required to put them on felt so different. Mommy didn’t have to put these on me–I could put them on myself. Like underwear. The last time I could remember going through these motions was when I met my mother for brunch–and I was never going to forget how that ended. This was good though. These wouldn’t–knock on wood–allow for an accident like that to happen again. “That’s it,” she nodded, watching as I stepped into them one foot at a time. “Now go on and just pull them right up.” They were thinner. Lighter. They had more give to them. I felt another wave of excitement wash over me as I got them past my knees and pulled them up my thighs. Shit. I’m probably getting excited about these for the same exact reasons that little kids do when they’re given their first pair of pull-ups after all they’ve ever known is diapers. It would be my chastity that would remind me that there were some slight differences. It’s constant presence always served to remind me that there was a very adult aspect to the game we played, even when it was hidden away for long stretches at a time. The pull up fit mostly well–the cage itself causing the front of the pull-up to bulge out a bit more than I’d have liked. Mommy laughed at this and reached into the garment in an attempt to straighten it out. Her efforts seemed to have made only a nominal difference, though the feeling of her smooth hand on my skin never failed–even now, so long after we started–to get my soft cock to strain within its metal confines. “Well, that’s just going to have to be how it is,” she shrugged. “I doubt anyone will be able to tell once you put some pants on.” “I’m going to feel self-conscious about it all night,” I said, a tone that sounded a little more whiny than I’d have liked. “Little boys can’t have it all, it seems. You get to go and pretend to be a big boy tonight, and you get to wear a pull-up. The rest of it is what it is.” Fair enough, honestly. A month ago I wasn’t sure that I’d have imagined even this much. I found that my pants fit better than I remember them fitting in a long time. The pull-ups still have a slight amount of bulk to them, but it’s nothing compared to the diapers I was used to cramming into pants. Pants that weren’t made for holding that sort of extra junk-in-the-trunk. And when my pants fit better, suddenly I find myself feeling better about the way I look in the mirror. I look more adult than I have in ages. I feel more adult than I have in ages. And, to my relief, Mommy seemed to have been right–the pants did a pretty decent job of masking the lump in the front of my pull-up. “You look handsome tonight,” Mommy said to me at the door. “You always look handsome. But you look very handsome tonight.” It’s the sort of thing that mothers are just supposed to say, I think. But…this mother has allowed for my cock to slip inside of her–I feel like that gives her words a little more credence. “Thank you,” I said. “You’ll call me if there’s an emergency?” “Yes.” “What time will you be home?” “Do, uh, I have a curfew?” She chuckled and shook her head. “I just want to know at which point I can start being nervous when you’re not here.” “I don’t know,” I shrugged. “But I could text you throughout the night and keep you updated.” “Don’t text me too much, Baby. Pay attention to your friends.” Don’t worry, I will. “I’ll be sure to let you know when I’m coming home.” “I love you, Clark.” “I love you too, Mommy.” I didn’t expect it to happen–and maybe she didn’t either–but our faces tipped towards each other and we kissed. Her lips on mine. It was warm, it was wet, and it filled my belly with fire just as it caused my cock to writhe in discomfort. When her lips pulled away from mine, she gave me a smug grin. She said nothing, but she didn’t have to. The message was clear: “I still got it.” “I, uhm, will see you later,” I said, my heart rapidly beating as I used a finger to pull some of the moisture off of my lips. “I’ll be here, Clarky.” Mommy’s house wasn’t so far away from the train station that I couldn’t just walk there, but that would’ve required me leaving earlier–which would’ve meant that I’d have less time atop Ms. Potty. I opted to hail an Uber instead, having it jet me right to where I needed to be in town. Someday, I wouldn’t be able to afford such frivolities, but for a little longer it was still on Mommy’s seemingly-limitless dime. The plan was to meet with Paige first, and then we’d meet with Ava and Caleb at the restaurant not long after. The ramen place was actually pretty close to Paige’s apartment. Actually, amusingly enough, it was closer to where I once lived with Evan. Paige answered the door to her apartment with the first knock. She might have actually opened the door while I was still knocking, and I could only imagine that she had been perched there for the last half hour, one eye to the door’s peephole. “Excuse me, sir,” she said in a faux gentlemanly accent. “Have you seen my date? You look far too old to be he. You see, my date wears enormous diapers like a toddler and…” “Hi Paige.” “Hey Clark.” “You look very pretty.” “Too pretty?” she asked. “T-too? I don’t know if that’s a thing…” “No, I just mean, like, does it look like I’m trying too hard?” “Oh,” I said, shrugging. “That’s not the impression I’m getting.” I never really knew how to navigate these sorts of conversations–the ones where girls would seem overly self-conscious about their appearances. They acted like they expected someone to tell them they looked like shit, despite the fact that it couldn’t have been further from the truth. Just once in my life I wanted to see what would happen if I actually followed their lead. “Oh yeah, for sure, what were you thinking–dressing like that?” Well, tonight certainly wasn’t that night. But someday. Just once. If I was ever feeling braver than I had ever felt in my entire life. “So, like, you haven’t really told me much about these folks we’re going out with. What did you say their names were? Amy and Corncob?” “Corncob? Nobody’s name is Corncob.” “I know that,” she giggled. “But I wasn’t paying well enough attention when you said their names and I remember it sounding like ‘corncob.’” “Ava and Caleb,” I said. “Right, right.” She said the name aloud herself: “Ava.” I didn’t like the way she said it. There was something in her tone, combined with the look on her face, that just didn’t sit well with me. And, almost right away, I thought I knew what it was. I had said Ava’s name before to Paige. In fact–I had said it here in this very apartment. I had accidentally called her Ava when we were here together last. Fuck. I truly hoped she didn’t remember that. “And they’re good friends of yours?” she asked. “Well…to be honest, I don’t know Caleb very well at all. Ava and I are good friends, though. We used to work together.” “Oh yeah?” She smirked and playfully punched my arm. “Is this all some sort of elaborate scheme to make Ava jealous and have her fall in love with you?” “No!” I exclaimed. “Oh, gosh no. Not at all. Nothing like that.” Wait, I thought. Is it, though? I didn’t think it was. I thought I had been accepting of Ava’s decisions, and I didn’t want to interfere with her relationship with Caleb. Or anyone else for that matter. And I truly had no desire to use Paige like a tool. I liked Paige. I was having a good time with Paige. I wanted to see where this could go. But. I really liked Ava. You need to be real fucking careful, Clarky. I could have all the best intentions in the world, but what would happen if I somehow actually got the chance to be with Ava again? Would I drop Paige like a dirty diaper? “I’m just teasing you,” she said. “I don’t think you’re the type.” “Oh, well…good.” “Of course, that’s what they always say, right? Like on those true crime documentaries? All the eyewitnesses and family members talk about how the murderer never seemed like he was capable of such a thing until he did it.” “Wait…do you think I’m using you to win someone else’s heart? Or are you saying that you’re afraid I’m going to be a murderer someday?” She shrugged and laughed. “I’ll, uh, be good,” I said, hoping that covered all possible fears of hers. “Not too good,” she said playfully. “I’d still like to have a reason to spank you.” I felt my face warm quite a bit as I scrambled to look at the time on my phone. “So, uh, you think we should get going soon?” “Maybe in a few?” she shrugged. “The place is just down the street. Can I get you something to drink?” That didn’t sound like a bad idea. I was about to tell to grab me one, when she added: “Or are you afraid that you’d wet yourself if you drank too much.” Actually, that was a very legit concern of mine. “Maybe just…something small?” I wasn’t exactly sure what I was asking for. In my head, I imagined her bringing me out a half-can of beer. “A shot?” she asked. “Oh, yeah. That sounds perfect.” Something to calm my nerves just a little, while also not putting me at risk for saturating my pull-up in the first ten minutes we were at the restaurant. “I forgot to ask earlier,” she said, grabbing some shot glasses from the kitchen. “Are you, uh, wearing a diaper tonight?” “Sort of.” “Sort of? I don’t… What does that even mean?” I already felt like I said too much. I should’ve just said ‘yes,’ and left it at that. ‘Sort of’ opened the door for prolonged discussions that I wasn’t sure I wanted to have right now. Might as well just talk about it now. “I’m, uh, trying something new tonight.” “Underwear?” “Uh…not exactly.” She giggled. “Panties? Are you wearing panties tonight?” She seemed kind of excited about that idea–reminding me of my day with Megan. God, I missed her too. “N-no. I’m wearing a pull-up.” She shrugged. “I’m not sure I know what that is.” But then I saw her eyes light up, and the lightbulb go off over her head. “Oh! Wait…like the ‘I’m a big kid now,’ kind of pull-ups?” “Well, yes. I mean…not those, specifically. But…on a bigger scale.” “Oh my god!” she squealed. “That sounds so fucking cute.” “Really?” “I think…you should show me.” I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. God, I wanted to do that so badly. The problem, of course, was the same problem I had when I was here in her apartment the last time–the chastity cage. I could just tell her about it… But no, I wasn’t sure that I could. Then I’d have to talk about Mommy. And talk about the old job. And then, maybe, I’d end up talking more about how close Ava and I had actually been. And then I might as well just tell Paige that I was still in love with Ava. “M-maybe later,” I said. I didn’t like making this conversation the problem of future-me, but I couldn’t see how else to get around it right now. Not without starting tonight off on the wrong foot. “That’s no fun,” she smirked. “Show me now. Just a little peek? Please?” “I, uh…” It didn’t take much female attention to get me to fold most days, it seemed. She wanted to see my pull-up, so she was going to see it. “Okay.” Make it real quick. Just a little flash. ‘Bam’ and then my pants are back up before she can do too much investigating. The way her whole face lit up when she was excited–it was the way I wanted to see her all the time. It reminded me of how I loved to make Mommy look at me like that. Or Ava. Or Lyndie. Or even Megan. Maybe all I want to do is make girls happy? I quickly unlatched my belt, unfastened my pants. A hand on either side of my hips, I took a careful breath and gave the pants a quick push down my thighs. Just enough to show off the top half of my pull-up, but hopefully not so far down that it exposed the lump created by my chastity. Then, just as quickly as I pushed my pants down, I tugged them right back up into place again. “Aww,” she cooed. “Is that it?” “That’s it,” I said, before foolishly adding: “For now.” “Oh good,” she smiled. “So I can see more later?” “Well…” “Because they are cute. And I’d like to see a lot more of them. And, you know, you show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” “A-are you wearing a diaper tonight?” I asked. She shrugged. “Maybe later, when we’re sitting across the table from your friends at the restaurant, you can slide your hand between my legs and find out for yourself.” “Oh,” I said, feeling my cheeks turning red. I tried to speak, but all I got out was some variation of “Uhm…uh…” “Come on, baby boy,” she cooed, thrusting the shot glass into my hand. “Let’s do our shot.” We clinked our tiny glasses together and kicked them back into our open mouths. I thought I tasted cheap whiskey, and my throat certainly had the familiar burn of cheap whiskey. It was bad, but it was also good. “You’re coming back here after our date tonight, yeah?” she asked. I had been operating under the idea that I’d make my exit for the evening from the restaurant later–sparing myself any potential embarrassment from coming back to her place again. But now she was forcing me to either change my plans or to somehow say ‘no.’ Goddamn girls. “Uhm…sure. I guess I could swing back here for a bit after dinner.” Another problem for future-me. I could only hope that I figured out a way to get out of this by the time dinner was over. A way out of this that didn’t let me lose any face with her. “Good,” she said, her body sidling up close to mine. She batted her eyelashes at me, while the floral scent of her hair filled my nostrils–essentially taking control of my mind. “Because I want to get up close and real personal with that pull-up of yours later. And you might want to get real close to mine.” Don’t worry, I told myself. You’ll figure a way out of this one. But I didn’t believe myself. Eighty-One “I remember the door opening,” Paige said, “and you were just standing there in a diaper. Well…I didn’t know it was a diaper at first. I thought you were just wearing underpants. And, you know, it wouldn’t have been the first time someone accepted a pizza in their underpants.” We were walking towards the ramen place, and I had asked Paige what went through her head the first time she saw my diaper–the first time she saw me. “Really?” I asked. “Like…how often does that happen?” “Often enough,” she grimaced. “And it’s never the people you want to see in their underpants. Even when it’s someone who looks cute, right? And if they were wearing clothes, you might think, ‘Oh, I bet they’d look good in just their underpants.’ There’s something that happens to you when you strip down to surprise someone who isn’t expecting it. Like, when I see someone without most of their clothes on, I can’t see their cute qualities anymore, y’know? All I see are all their creepy intentions. Or…lazy intentions? Sometimes I can’t tell if someone is creepy or lazy in a situation like that.” “So when you saw me,” I asked, “did you think I was creepy or lazy?” “Well it took a moment or two to register what I was actually looking at. Even after I realized it was a diaper, it still took a little bit for my brain to even begin processing that. Honestly, I think you were kind of an exception anyway. You could’ve been wearing almost anything–a life preserver, a viking helmet, panties–and I probably would’ve noticed the same thing.” “Hmm?” “Your eyes,” she said. “I remember looking right into your eyes, and I felt like I could understand everything about you in a second.” “Uh…wow.” “I mean, I didn’t actually know a damn thing about you,” she laughed and shrugged. “But I thought I did. I thought I knew enough. Like, I knew you weren’t trying to be a creep. I knew you had a complicated relationship with your diapers–you didn’t just love them or hate them.” “Sounds like lucky guesses to me,” I said, my cheeks warming a little. I wasn’t sure if I completely believed her or not–any of this would be easy to claim in hindsight. “I saw something else too,” she said. “Yeah?” “I saw you were completely humiliated.” “Well…that was probably the most obvious thing you could’ve noticed,” I shrugged. “I mean, I saw you were completely humiliated–and you fucking loved it.” I bit my bottom lip and let a long breath out from my nose as I felt my cheeks getting more red. “And since then, do you feel like you’ve gotten any better at reading me?” I asked. “Maybe,” she smirked. Up ahead, I could see the lit sign for the ramen place, and in front of the door were two people. That would be Ava and Caleb, I was sure of it. I hadn’t even seen her face yet and I felt some of the strength in my legs fading. Shit. It was going to be a long night. “I hope we didn’t keep you waiting too long,” I said as we got closer. A silly thing to say, since I knew we were on time–but it felt like the sort of inane adult chatter you were supposed to use. Was I just trying to sound more adult? “We just got here,” Ava smiled. “Hello, Clark.” Ava and I hugged each other–just a brief embrace, but one that I wished would have lasted a bit longer. She smelled different. Not something I was entirely fond of admitting that I checked for, but the Ava I knew–even if it had been many months since I last encountered her–had a specific scent. Whenever I thought of her, I could almost find traces of the scent in my nostrils. Baby powder, and the faint hint of a floral perfume. I theorized that the perfume wasn’t actually hers–it was Ms. Beaufort’s, and it just transferred to Ava while she breastfed her. Now, she just smelled faintly of citrus. Generically clean, I supposed. Things I probably shouldn’t be thinking about right now. “Ava, this is Paige. Paige, this is my good friend Ava.” I expected a polite handshake, but the two women quickly embraced instead. There was a hint or recognition on Ava’s face. I could tell that she felt like she had seen Paige before, but she just wasn’t where from. “Clark,” Caleb said, stepping towards me with his hand outstretched. “It’s good to see you again.” “Likewise, man,” I said. Man? I never said ‘man.’ I shook his hand. Caleb had a mustache now, and I was pretty sure he didn’t have one before. It didn’t look bad, per se. But, painted by my jealousy for him, it seemed…gauche? Pretentious? Or, maybe it was actually ugly. I made a mental note to inquire with Paige about that later. At her place? Shit, I remembered that I still needed to figure out that situation too. “This is my boyfriend Caleb,” Ava said to Paige. “Hi, Caleb,” Paige said, shaking his head as well. “I’m Paige.” “A pleasure to meet you.” “Well?” asked Ava. “What do you say we get in there and tear into some bowls of noodles, huh?” I grimaced a little as I eased myself into our booth, expecting my pants to emit the usual crisp crinkle of my thick diaper as I sat down. But no–the training pants didn’t make any sound at all. They didn’t bunch up between my legs. It almost felt like…underwear. I’m a big kid now… “So you two used to work together?” Paige asked as we settled in, her finger bouncing back and forth between Ava and myself. “It’s true,” I said. “And what a place that was.” Ava laughed, a little extra pink in her cheeks. “What sort of work was it?” Paige asked. “Executive assistants,” I said. “We were both assistants for some of the big important people at this company.” “Sounds exhausting,” Paige said, shaking her head. “Is it like those shows on TV? Like Succession, or whatever, where the execs just treat their assistants like shit all the time?” “I mean…we weren’t working for a company on the scale of the one in Succession,” Ava shrugged. “But I thought our experience was pretty good.” She shot me a tiny, knowing, smile. It felt good, like a little secret. Neither Caleb or Paige had any idea of the sights we’ve seen, and the surreal experiences we had–and sometimes shared–while at work. “Yeah,” I nodded. “I learned a lot.” “And so what are you up to these days?” Caleb asked me. I felt my cheeks warm a little. Ava looked like she was about to jump in to defend me, but I couldn’t let her go to bat for me. “My boss from that company actually left and started a new company,” I said. “So I’m working for her there, now.” It felt good to talk about my employment. See? I’m an adult. Just like you. “And what about you?” Caleb asked, his question directed to Paige. “Sorry to be so nosey, I’m just a curious kind of guy.” Paige laughed, “Oh, you don’t have to apologize for being curious. I was probably going to ask you the same thing. Well, it’s not the most glamorous job in the world, but I, uh, deliver pizzas.” There it was–the light bulb going off over Ava’s head. She knew exactly who this was. She looked at me and smiled, but kept her mouth shut. Caleb, however, couldn’t help himself. “Wait…is this the fabled Pizza Girl?” I wondered how it was that Caleb knew of Pizza Girl. Sure, Ava could’ve told him–but that story felt like it would require admitting a lot of other details too. It was possible, I supposed, that Ava had told him about diapers and her baby-days, but my gut told me that conversation hadn’t happened yet. There was another possibility too, though. Caleb had been with us at the pizza place back when I first ran into Paige again. Evan told everyone he saw Pizza Girl, and it was something we all had laughed about–with the exception of Caleb. “That is me,” Paige said, confidently nodding. “Fabled, though? I didn’t know my legend was making its way across the land.” Ava laughed. “I think we’ve just talked, from time to time, about how you were the one who used to deliver pizza to Clark’s apartment when we all used to hang out there.” “Oh,” Paige smirked. “So you were there when I came by with pizza?” Translation: “So, you’re in on this whole diaper thing too, huh?” “Indeed,” Ava said, smirking right back. My heart pounded in my chest. It wasn’t that I thought I was in danger–I didn’t think that either Ava or Paige would put me on blast and start talking about diapers–but I couldn’t begin to imagine what was going through either of the girls’ heads. Meanwhile, Caleb, and his mustache, looked pretty unaware of the secret conversation happening just below the surface. The conversation pivoted away from who knew who or how they knew them. We were all finding our bearings, trying to contribute something to each conversation. Here, I had been nervous that I was going to be stilted and awkward compared to everyone else, while everyone else communicated effortlessly–though I didn’t find that to be the case. Even with my still-thawing social skills, coming off months of diapered hibernation, I felt as much as part of the group as anyone else likely did. Here’s what I observed: We were all a little stilted and awkward. Maybe that’s just how we were at this age. Nobody had anything figured out, and everyone was nervous that they’d be the one to slow down the conversation. Maybe my time in the nursery hadn’t set me as far back as I thought it had. The conversation was all over the place. Ava was talking about her recent journeys into mediation and yoga. Caleb talked about how he had been refurbishing a bicycle of his, with the hopes of taking it out for a multi-state bike trip next summer. Paige shared a story or two about the weirdos she encountered while delivering food–these types of stories were guaranteed crowd-pleasers, it seemed. I nervously waited for each story to start with “And then, this one time, a guy answered the door wearing just a diaper,” but, to my relief, it never happened. Food was delivered to the table, and it was good. It’s hard to keep all your dignity about you when you’re loudly slurping on noodles, but the good news was that we were all doing it. At one point, mid to late meal, I rested my right hand on my lap beneath the table. I was just thinking about how I had managed to go this long without having any sort of accident in my pull-up when I felt a hand on top of mine. I didn’t have to look to know who it belonged to–Paige’s warm hand gently squeezed mine. She gripped my hand in hers, and she lifted it from my thigh, slowly carrying it over to her lap. I offered no resistance. “...and it kinda sucks, you know?” Caleb was talking to the group–something about a design application he uses for work. “It’s a good program–but now I have to pay a monthly fee for it? That doesn’t really seem fair to me. I’d rather just pay one cost and be done with it. Like…” I absolutely was not paying attention to that. Maybe Ava was. Paige seemed interested, but despite the engaged look on her face, she was also planting my hand in her own lap beneath the table. She carefully pressed my hand between her legs. I could almost hear her: “Feel right here, Clark. Tell me what you feel.” It felt…soft. Squishy. Warm. I knew exactly what it was I was feeling. She had worn a diaper tonight, and she had wet it too–recently, at that. No, wait. I could feel the gentle vibrations in the dense padding–she was still wetting herself. I was feeling her wet her diaper through her pants beneath the table and nobody else had any clue. It was kind of exciting to not be the diaper-wetter for once. There I was, in a completely dry pull-up, feeling someone else’s diaper getting wet. Okay. Fine. My plan for later? My plan for what I’d do when if–and when–Paige invited me back to her place? I was going to tell her everything. I was going to tell her about the chastity and that I lived with someone who I called ‘Mommy.’ I was going to tell her the whole history of my job, and how I, one day, almost literally stumbled into the craziest job I’ve ever had in my entire life. It feels good to decide that. It doesn’t completely alleviate the stress and anxiety I feel about the situation–I still need to actually have that conversation with Paige, and she needs to accept it all. But that part isn’t on me. It’s up to her. “That’s crazy,” Paige said, responding to whatever Caleb had just been talking about. “You hate to see that, you know? The very people who supported that platform all these years are now the ones who are going to suffer the most when these faceless corporations make stupid decisions in the name of profits.” “Yes,” Caleb said, slapping the table with his hand. “That’s exactly right.” Absolutely amazing. Below the table, my fingers were squeezing and prodding her plump diaper, and yet she was able to act like no such thing was happening. She was actually engaged in the conversation–far more than I was. “Sorry,” Ava said to me. “You’d think he’d get all his design software woes out of his system at work–since he talks about it five days a week there too–but…here we are.” I laughed and shrugged. “The guy’s passionate about it. I get it.” “I should probably take a breather,” Caleb laughed, placing his napkin on the table. “I’ll be back in a few. Gonna hit the head and then step outside for a min.” “Hurry back,” Ava smiled. He smiled, nodded, and walked in the direction of the bathroom. “So,” Ava said. It felt like she was addressing Paige and I’s side of the table, but she was looking directly at me. “Having fun?” “It’s good to see you,” I said. That wasn’t really an answer to her question, though, and I felt myself blush a little. “So, you were, uhm, a regular at Clark’s old apartment when I delivered pizza?” Paige asked. “Oh yeah,” Ava said, as if having forgotten that this was a topic she wanted to bring up again too. “I mean, I don’t think I was there as often, but…I know I was there once when…” She stopped herself, thought about it for a moment and started over: “Wow, what a strange little world we live in. Here you are, eating dinner with us now.” Paige smiled. “So…you know all about this one’s, uhm…” I sighed. “She knows about my diapers, yeah.” And she knows far more about them than you think you do. Ava nervously glanced around for Caleb. “I, uh, haven’t really told him anything about that yet. I will, eventually. I just…that’s going to be a wild conversation.” “I’m not sure I follow,” Paige said. “Why would Caleb care about whether or not Clark wears diapers?” Ava and I were both blushing now. “Oh, uhm, no,” Ava said, her voice still as polite as ever. “I mean, I’m not sure when to tell him about how I wore diapers.” “Oh,” Paige said, sitting back in the booth a little, her cheeks looking a little rosy too. “Sorry. I…didn’t know that you also…” Ava glanced at me and laughed. “I guess I’m glad that Clark’s a gentleman like that. I would’ve assumed he’d have told you already.” “Well, it’s a pleasant surprise to learn you’re a big baby too,” Paige said. “Was…” Ava said. “Well…I’m sure I’ll wear them again someday.” Paige laughed and shrugged. “Poor Caleb. Is he the only one at this table who hasn’t been wearing diapers lately?” Ava’s eyes grew large. “Oh. You wear them too?” “Uh huh.” Ava smiled, her eyes again being directed towards me. “Good for you, Clarky. That sounds fun.” We all shared a laugh that time. I had no doubt that both Ava and Paige had plenty more questions–both for each other and for me–but it was at about that time that Caleb came strolling back to the table. Ava, to her credit, immediately changed gears. “Did you go outside and make some big puffy clouds?” “Aye,” Caleb nodded. “When we first met,” Ava said to Paige and I, “he told me he was using vaping to wean himself off of smoking. But now I feel like I see him vaping way more than I had ever seen him smoke before.” “It’s better for you than smoking,” he said. “I’m not sure that’s true,” I said. It was a risky claim to refute–maybe some big scientific studies had been published in the last few months, while I was just crawling around in my diapers, that actually confirmed vaping was better for you. But I doubted that. “It’s definitely not true,” Ava pouted. “Look, both of you have my permission to hassle this guy about it if you ever see him vaping.” “You think she’s kidding,” Caleb shrugged. “But she’s already got my entire family giving me all kinds of shit for it.” “Well,” Ava shrugged, “wouldn’t it be something if this little campaign of mine actually got you to quit?” I couldn’t get over just how mature Ava sounded. Every once in a while it’d hit me. This was not the Ava I knew a few months ago. This was not the girl who suckled from Neve Beaufort’s tits with me while we waited for the hubbub surrounding Thomas Pritchard to calm down. This wasn’t the girl who laid with me in the park late one night. This wasn’t the girl who had been on her back in Lyndie’s office–almost as many times as I was–getting her stinky diaper changed. But that wasn’t a bad thing. I was happy for her. Adulthood looked good on her. I supposed that I just wished I had been there to see it happen. Or that I had been growing up with her. Instead, she was still changing my diapers–or she had been when she was babysitting me just a few short weeks ago. I glanced over to Paige, and she was looking back at me. We both smiled. Paige was good. Paige was incredible. She was pretty and she was so fun. She had this naughty energy about her that I felt like I had only just scratched the surface of. Case in point, my hand was still trapped in her lap–her hand still pressing my fingers into her swampy diaper. I sometimes worried that Paige was just a placeholder for Ava. Hell, that could’ve been true yet and I just hadn’t been able to admit it to myself yet. But I really liked Paige, and was hoping that we were headed in a good direction with each other. It would probably depend on our conversation after this, I thought. When I put it all out there, we’d see where we actually were then. If I spilled my guts to her–if I told her about Mommy, my life as a big baby, and the metal cage around my cock–and she accepted it all? I’d probably cling to her for dear life, never letting her leave my side again. And then… Then I’d look back at Ava. And my heart would swoon. The heart wants what the heart wants. Even if–especially if–my heart couldn’t have it. “Well, I don’t know about the rest of you,” Caleb said, scratching his belly with big exaggerated movements, “but I’m beat. There’s something about a big ol’ bowl of hot noodles that makes me want to curl up on the couch and sleep.” “So…should I drive?” Ava asked with a smirk. “No, no. I think I can get us home without falling asleep…” The implication, of course, was that Ava and Caleb were going to the same place after this. Were they going to his place? Or back to Ava’s? He supposed he could reach out to Lynide tomorrow and ask. Stop that. It’s not your business. “It was so nice to meet you,” Ava said to Paige when we were all standing outside on the sidewalk. “I’m glad we did this. I hope we can do it again.” “Same,” Paige said, hugging Ava. “It sounds silly, but I don’t have a ton of friends in the area, so it was nice to get out and just socialize a bit.” “Well, we’re friends now,” Ava smiled. “Whenever you want to do this again, I’m down.” “Always good to see, man,” Caleb said to me. We gave each other one of those awkward hug/handshake things where we slap each other on the back for some reason. I never cared for them, as they never felt genuine. I wondered if he felt the same way, or if he actually thought they were a good way to greet or dismiss someone. Goodbyes were said, and Paige and I took off in one direction while Ava and Caleb were off in the other. Now then. It was getting closer and closer to when I’d tell Paige everything there was to know. I wondered, for most of a block, if this was the last time we’d be happy in each other's presence, as the things I’d later reveal would somehow put an end to our budding relationship. “So, did you want to come over to my place?” she asked. I nodded. “If you’ll have me.” She smiled. “I’d love it if you did.” We walked a little further without saying another word. It didn’t feel awkward or anything, it was actually kind of nice to just stroll side by side with each other and not feel like we had to fill every second with chatter. “Hey,” she finally said. “Remember earlier, when we were walking to the restaurant, and I talked about how I could look into your eyes and feel like I knew everything about you in just a moment?” “Yeah,” I nodded. “I remember that.” “I looked into your eyes again tonight, while we were at dinner, and I had that same exact feeling again.” “Oh yeah? What did you learn about me?” She laughed and shook her head. “I don’t know if you’re going to like it.” How could I not like it,” I asked. “I…I want you to know everything about me.” “Okay, but…what if it’s something that you don’t even know about yourself?” “I can handle it,” I said. “Well…” She took a deep breath and shrugged. “I think you’re in love with Ava. Like…you’re big time in love with her.” I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach, and that sinking persisted for the next block or so. With every step, I felt like the gravity in my guts was multiplying. I had managed to keep my pull-up clean all night, but suddenly I felt like I was just a few steps from both pissing and messing myself like a little baby.

Chapter 27: Moment of Truth Any trace that I had wet myself in the laundry room was long gone by the time the doorbell rang several hours later. I had put off the rest of my chores until the last minute and had only just stepped back into the kitchen after taking the garbage out to the bin in the garage when Grace arrived home. Dad was the next to arrive home about five minutes later, followed by Mom, who had Jackson in tow. My stomach grumbled loudly. Usually, when Grace was home in the afternoon, she would often help with getting a few things prepped for dinner so that it would be easier for our parents to finish quickly once they were home from work. That wasn't the case with me. I had been expressly forbidden from touching the oven or the stove while they were away, and Dad didn't even feel comfortable with me chopping vegetables with his extra-sharp kitchen knives, even when he was around to supervise in the kitchen. It didn't seem likely that dinner prep was a responsibility I would be given anytime soon, not that it was something I was eager to add to my already more than long enough list of chores. I hid away in my bedroom until dinner, partly to read Harry Potter without any judgmental glances from my parents, but mostly so that I could continue to sneak glances at the package of pull-ups in my dresser. It felt like bedtime was still way too far away. There were so many questions that needed answering. Would this generic brand live up to the lofty expectations I had built up over the past three years? Dinner was spaghetti, steamed zucchini, and toasted garlic bread. I arrived at my spot at the table to a surprise. Unlike the past week, my glass was once again filled the same way as everyone else's. That was a welcome, although unexpected, concession from my parents, who had been diligent in limiting my fluid intake at and after dinner. It made sense. If I was going to wet the bed regardless of how much I had to drink, it didn't make all that much sense to have me stay thirsty all night long. Still, as much as I preferred having nice, filtered water to drink, I wasn't going to push my luck and go for a refill while still eating dinner. Jackson was too young and self-absorbed – rather like myself at his age – to even notice that something was different with my glass of water. On the other hand, I could see from the look on Grace's face as I took a large sip of water that she seemed to think this wasn't going to bode well for me come bedtime. That did raise another concern. Under no circumstances did I want Grace to find out that I was wearing pull-ups to bed. It was enough for her to know that I had been wetting the bed. With any luck, once she noticed that I was no longer doing any laundry in the morning, she would simply think that my short-lived bedwetting phase must have come to an end. I hadn't directly asked my parents to withhold that information from my older sister, but with how hush-hush they had been with all the bedwetting issues between us, not saying anything unless it was necessary to do so, I felt confident that my privacy would get respected in that matter. Wouldn't she be surprised when the next few days passed without me doing any extra laundry? I wondered if it wasn't too late to get my old bed back. Surely, I wouldn't need that now that I had pull-ups to keep my sheets dry. The rest of the evening ticked by all too slowly. Instead of hiding in her bedroom, as was her usual routine after dinner, Grace was in the living room with me and our parents. I would have preferred that she wasn't around for the request I had for Dad, but I figured that it probably wouldn't make any difference. I needed something, anything, to pass the time. And I figured now was as good a time as ever to see if Dad would unblock that website Hannah had mentioned to me over the weekend so that I could access the supposed treasure trove of Harry Potter stories on it. Dad frowned slightly as I named the website that I wanted to be able to visit. I made sure not to mention why I was specifically interested in it, as I suspected that it wouldn't help my cause. "And who mentioned this site to you?" he asked. "Um, Hannah?" "And Hannah is?" "Emma's cousin. She was visiting over the weekend." "I see," Dad said. He pulled out his phone and began to tap on it. I assumed that he must be checking out the website. I crossed my legs as I waited anxiously for his answer. I didn't see what was taking so long. There couldn't be any way that Hannah would have told me about visiting a site that was anything bad. "Probably best if you didn't go reading stories on there," Dad said. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Grace sitting on the couch. She appeared to be biting her lip. "But Hannah did, and she's my age..." I nearly mentioned the fact that Hannah was autistic, but I also wasn't sure that would help my case, either. Dad set his phone down. "Just because her parents let her doesn't mean that it's a good idea. If you need more books to read, I'm sure Grace could run you over to the library." "No, I'm fine." Grace seemed relieved with that answer. <><><> I didn't bother hiding the Harry Potter book I was reading when Mom called my name after knocking on the bedroom door. "Yes, you can come in." Instead of just cracking the door open a couple of inches, like she usually did when she had something to tell me, Mom stepped inside the bedroom and closed the door behind her before walking up to my bed. "Are you still wanting to try that, um, new underwear I got for you tonight?" Mom asked in a hushed tone. New underwear, now, that was certainly one way to refer to the pull-ups. I nodded. It seemed rather unnecessary for Mom to come up here like that to ask that question. "OK, we'll see how they work then," Mom said. "It's getting late enough, so you should get ready for bed, and don't forget to use the toilet after you brush your teeth." I did make sure to brush my teeth, but only for about twenty seconds, rather than the full two minutes that Mom and Dad always insisted that I did. And then I was alone again in the bedroom, staring down at the package of pull-ups in my dresser drawer. There was a dotted line on the side of the package that seemed to indicate that this was where I was supposed to tear it open. That seemed as good a way as any to get it open, better than risking cutting too much with scissors. I ripped open the package all the way and removed a single pull-up from the package. As I held the pull-up in my hands, it appeared as though this pull-up was decidedly inferior in every imaginable way to the one of Hannah's that I had worn just the other day. The first issue was with how the pull-up looked. It wouldn't technically be correct to call these pull-ups ugly. Boring and plain were more apt descriptors. The pull-up was mostly white, with some gray patterns down the middle of the front and back. I couldn't really tell what they were supposed to be designs of. I emptied the remaining ten pull-ups from the package into my underwear drawer, trying to see if there were any others with better designs on them. Nope. They all had the exact same boring pattern, unlike the pull-up brand I had wanted, which came with two separate designs. But that was far from the only difference that I noticed. As I held the pull-up in my hands, I practiced spreading out its stretchy sides. They didn't seem as malleable as the Hannah's pull-ups had been. They were a little rougher to the touch and not as stretchy. Still, as I held them stretched out against my waist, it seemed as though I wouldn't have any difficulty fitting into them. At the sound of footsteps in the hallway, I hastily dropped the pull-up back into the drawer and slammed it shut. I waited until the steps had passed my room, and I heard what I assumed to be Grace's bedroom door open and close. With the hallway once again silent, it was time for the first test. I undressed and once again opened the top drawer of my dresser. My hands weren't shaking anywhere, nearly as bad as when I had put a pull-up. I once again stretched the pull-up open, slipping in one leg and then another through the leg gatherings before pulling it up to my waist. That was when I noticed the last two differences with this pull-up. The way that it fit around my waist didn't feel the same, and the sides of the pull-up were just a little scratchy. The other sensation that was different was the padding between my legs. It felt stiffer and not as soft as the two previous pull-ups I had worn. I tried to remind myself that it didn't matter what the pull-up looked like – no one else was going to see it except me. All that mattered was that it did what it was supposed to do, keep my bed dry when I wet it later tonight. Wetting it wasn't going to be that much of a challenge. Yes, I used the toilet when I went to brush my teeth. I knew better than to disobey Mom's request that I do so. But with my parents not having restricted my liquids tonight, along with still having had a few sips from my secret water bottle, I estimated that I would be feeling the urge to pee again in about another hour. That didn't stop me from once again removing the water bottle from its hiding place and taking a few last gulps. I stood in front of my dresser for a moment with nothing but the pull-up and a t-shirt. My annoyance at not getting the exact product I had dreamt of began to fade away. This was it. After all those long years of waiting. I finally had pull-ups of my own. I thought back to everything I had gone through to get to this point since that fateful moment with my cousins three years back. The inability to find pull-ups in the house, the slow process of learning more about diapers and pull-ups through all the ads I would sneak looks at. The time I had attempted – and failed quite badly – at creating a makeshift diaper for myself. The way I had kept my eyes and ears peeled for any news or glimpse of diapers while in public. The times I had chickened out of taking diapers from friends of my parents who had kids who weren't potty trained. All the times when I had considered going through with becoming a bedwetter, only to back out at the last minute. Getting to this moment had been my constant, single obsession. I wasn't going to let anything ruin it. I thought, for a moment, about what I should wear to bed. I considered putting on some pajama shorts, but decided against them. I didn't want anything preventing me from feeling and seeing the pull-up once I was in bed. I knew I couldn't linger long in front of the dresser. Yes, Jackson was supposed to be in bed, but I didn't even want to think about how I would have to explain things if he or anyone else were to spot me in this state of undress. I tiptoed speedily across the room to turn off the light switch, suddenly conscious of how noisily the pull-up crinkled as I moved. I was extremely grateful I was only going to have to pretend to Mom that I wore it during upcoming sleepovers this summer. I hurried to get all the lights off, and then I slipped under the covers of my bed. The crinkling sound of the pull-up soon became lost in the crinkling of my waterproof mattress. The next hour passed by way too slowly. I tried to find ways to distract myself as I waited for my bladder to fill, but I couldn't keep my mind – or my hands – off of the pull-up for long. I kept reaching down to feel the outside of the pull-up, reassuring myself that, yes, it was actually real and I was actually wearing it. I found that I enjoyed the sensation of having all the padding between my legs as much as I had before, though I suspected it would take a while to get used to falling asleep like this. It was almost hard to believe that this crazy scheme had worked. Mom and Dad fully believed I was an actual bedwetter. Even Grace did as well, even if I would have preferred that she have remained completely ignorant of what was happening. I stared at my phone in annoyance. Why had Dad made such a big deal about me wanting to visit that website? I couldn't see how it could be a big deal if even Hannah was allowed to use it. And nothing she had said about the Harry Potter fanfiction stories had made it seem like they would be anything my parents would consider inappropriate for me. That would have been a perfect way to pass the time tonight. It might have even been enough to temporarily distract me from the pull-up I was wearing. Instead, I used the flashlight on my phone to continue reading the Harry Potter book I had started earlier this afternoon. I made sure to do so from under my covers. Even with the door shut, my parents would be able to tell if I had the lights on yet. Yes, I had a later bedtime during summer break, but that didn't mean that there still wasn't the expectation that I would need to go to bed at some point. Unlike previous nights, I didn't bother with waiting until my parents were asleep and in bed. It wasn't as though I was going to need privacy to go down to the laundry room and put wet bedding in the laundry machine. I figured I would just fall asleep in the wet pull-up and deal with cleaning up in the morning. With my bladder finally telling me it was ready to go, I set my phone and book aside and rolled over beneath the covers. I laid on my stomach like I had done previously when forcing myself to wet the bed. After more than a week of practice, I had become comfortable letting my bladder go from that position as long as I had a reasonably strong need to pee. I was squirming, both out of the need to pee and in anticipation of what I was finally about to do. I took one final deep breath and let everything go. For a moment, it was everything I could have dreamed that it was going to be. It was warm. Oh so warm, and it was all contained in one spot. I hadn't really thought much about how it would feel specifically to wet a pull-up, what did catch me by surprise was how it felt as though the absorbent material in the pull-up was greatly expanding into a squishy mass between my legs. Then everything went wrong. I felt something wet in a spot that should have been dry. I slid my hand around the outside of the pull-up. My bare thighs were undeniably wet, and there was a smallish wet spot that had expanded directly on the sheets around my waist. There was no mistaking what had happened. Disaster had struck. The pull-up had leaked. --- Links to all my stories can be found at https://abdlwriter.wordpress.com/

It ended up taking me a little longer than I thought to go through and make the edits. Enjoy the next installment! Again thank you for everyone's support. Chapter 28: No Turning Back Darlene's fingers were shaking as she held onto the doorknob tightly. Her knuckles had turned white from the pressure, and her hands seemed to vibrate with emotion for fear of making a wrong decision. As she stood there for several minutes, her face had become red with frustration, and tears glistened in her eyes. She didn’t like leaving some like this as her heart throbbed against her chest, and her entire body tensed with anger and sadness. Her whole body was tense, and her muscles visibly shook. Darlene took one more deep breath as she prepared to open the door and leave, accepting that there was no helping Avery at this point. This whole situation was messed up. She could hear the faint voice of her sister urging her to walk away. “You’re in overhead. You don’t have the skills to handle this.” In all honesty, she was right. She didn’t. Avery's screams were piercing through the apartment, the sharp edges of his words cutting through Darlene's ears. His voice crackled with anger and resentment, lashing out with each word. But, underneath all that fury was a hint of hurt and fear, like a wounded child left on the streets alone. Darlene could hear the tremors in his voice as he struggled to control his emotions, but they came out in sporadic bursts, making it clear he was not okay. Turning around slowly, she let her hand off the doorknob. She just couldn’t do it. Staying defied common sense and logic. She was ill-equipped and had no idea what to do. Still, something deep inside her made her solemnly promise herself that she would not abandon Avery in this state. Despite his hurtful words and actions, she knew he didn’t really want to be left alone. Memories flood her mind of a past employer who told her how her toddler would fly into uncontrollable tantrums, screaming that he hated her and lashing out with kicks and bites fueled by unbridled rage. That was what this felt like a toddler raging out of control. Darlene approached the bedroom door, listening. The sound of Avery's cries continued to echo through the apartment, not slowing down or calming down. She stood before the door, her hand gripping the knob tightly, validating that the bedroom door was still locked. She leaned in close, "Avery, you have until the count of ten to open this door, or I will break it down!" Her voice was filled with authority as she gave him one last chance to open the door before she took matters into her own hands. Even as her threat hung in the air between them, Darlene could hear Avery's ragged breaths on the other side of the door. “GO AWAY, GO AWAY. NO ONE IS ALLOWED HERE. I HATE EVERYONE!” “One!” Darlene stayed by the door, listening. She could hear no movement towards the door or attempt to unlock it. In fact, she heard something crash to the side of the door and sounded like it broke into pieces, like the clacking and snapping of small plastic pieces, clueless about what it could be. She tried the doorknob again, but it was still locked. Avery refused to let her into his bedroom. “Two!” There was still no movement of the door, only yelling and a thud, which was probably his foot hitting the door. “Three!” Darlene shouted as she started looking around the living room for something to pick up the door lock with. She didn’t find much. Darlene walked over to the makeshift TV stand and saw a PlayStation underneath it with games spread around the floor near it. She read some of the titles: Ratchet in Clank, Sack Boy, Spiro, and Lego Star Wars. Not what she would expect a young man of his age to play. “Four!” Darlene shouted as she walked towards the kitchen, scrunched her nose in disgust as she saw the soggy diaper lying on the kitchen counter. She quickly grabbed it and tossed it into the trash, where gnats swarmed around the overflowing bin when she opened it. “Gross, she thought to herself. How can someone live like this?” “Five!” Darlene approached the kitchen, which was a chaotic scene of neglect. Piles of unwashed dishes teetered precariously in the sink, coated with dried remnants of past meals. The stovetop was a mosaic of splattered sauces and grease, evidence of hurried and careless cooking. A layer of dust cloaked the countertops, where forgotten crumbs mingled with sticky spills that had hardened into a tacky mess. The fridge door emitted a faint, musty odor that permeated the cramped space. The floor, once a pristine white linoleum, now bore the marks of countless muddy footprints and food stains that had become permanent fixtures on the worn surface. “Six!” Darlenec continued her search for something to unlock the door, plunging into the labyrinth of kitchen drawers and cabinets. Each drawer was a chaotic mess of mismatched utensils, old receipts, and forgotten packets of condiments. The silverware was scattered amongst rubber bands and paperclips, while the spatulas and whisks were haphazardly thrown in with a can opener and garlic press. The cabinets weren't any better. Plates were stacked higgledy-piggledy with mugs squeezed in wherever they would fit. The few pots and pans he had been piled on top of each other without any semblance of order, their lids nowhere to be found. Cans of food were mixed up with boxes of cereal, and their labels faded or torn off entirely. It was as if a whirlwind had swept through the kitchen, leaving behind a jumbled mess in its wake. “Seven!” Darlene rolled her eyes as she finally found an ice pick in the random mess of one of the drawers that she might be able to use to unlock the bedroom door. The screaming for her to leave continued, and the occasional loud thud when Avery kicked from behind the door the door. “Eight! I am coming in one way or another, Avery,” Darlene said as she walked over to the bedroom door and looked at the doorknob. In between all the screaming, she could hear him sobbing. She wasn’t sure what she was going to find, but she knew it wasn’t going to be good. Once again, she committed herself to seeing this through. “Nine!” Darlene gripped the icepick firmly in her hand. She positioned the sharp point directly over the tiny aperture in the center of the bedroom doorknob. Her fingers, steady despite her racing heart, guided the slender tool precisely into the lock. She twisted and turned it gently, feeling for the delicate mechanism within, hoping to manipulate it to release the lock. Every slight movement with the ice pick was a gamble in this silent game of lock and key she found herself playing with, hoping to outsmart it. “TEN!” Dalene heard a click as the door unlocked and the doorknob moved. She prepared to open the door. Darlene paused just before trying to enter as Avery kept shouting at her but never looking at her. “GO AWAY. GO AWAY. I DON'T WANT YOU. YOU'RE GOING TO LEAVE ME. YOU ARE GOING TO HATE ME!” he kept repeating. At this point, she wasn’t even sure if he knew who she was because his behavior was so erratic and strange. As the doorknob turned, Darlene opened the door but was quickly met with a loud kick as the door was kicked closed on her. She hadn’t expected him to be so close to the door and was taken off guard as she stumbled a little backward but quickly regained her sense of balance. “GO AWAY, GO AWAY. I DON'T WANT YOU HEAR!” screamed a raging Avery behind the door. Darelene paused yet another time and took a deep breath, trying to get the courage to go in. She needed to stay calm and not let her emotions flare up if she was indeed going to try to help Avery calm down. This time, she leaned into the door with her weight and strength and began to turn the doorknob to push the door open quickly. Again, she was met with a hard kick against the door, but she was ready and didn’t stumble backward; instead, she pushed and forced to push the door open enough to allow her to step inside Avery’s bedroom. When she entered, Avery was sitting on the floor, wet his back against the end of his bed, just a few feet from the door. He was still wet, with some soap in his hair dripping down his face and his towel loosely around his waist. Darlene quickly surveyed the room. His bedroom was small, with only a twin-sized bed, one dresser, and a nightstand. Clothes were all over the place. The only place that was semi-clean was the dresser, which had some really decorative and elaborate Lego sets that he had built. Two of which he looked like he just smashed. She could only guess what she heard earlier when he threw something. Then, on the other end of the dresser were a few white disposable diapers. Darlene’s attention quickly returned to Avery as his legs kicked randomly in the air toward her but never hit her. “GET OUT OF HERE. I WANT YOU OUT OF HERE. I HATE YOU ALL. YOU ALL HATE ME. YOU ALWAYS HAVE.” Avery continued to scream and repeat himself. His eyes were red and distant, looking from crying and screaming. Tears were mixed with the shower water and suds which slid down from his hair. “Avery, calm down. Look at me. It's Darlene. I don’t hate you.” She stepped aside just far enough to ensure she would not get hurt as she tried to observe more of what was going on. She really needed her sister Laurisa to help her with this, but she felt there was no time. Even Darlene’s efforts to snap Avery out of it weren’t enough to stop his screaming and hateful words. Darlene’s mind twirled with thoughts of how to snap him out as she kept trying to talk to him. His words were full of hate and venom, directed towards someone, but she wasn’t sure who, with a force that seemed unstoppable. She reached out to him, her hands trembling as she spoke, trying to break through the haze of anger that consumed him. But each time she raised her voice, it fell on deaf ears, a futile attempt to break him out of it. Ideas raced through her mind in a frantic march: shake him back to reality, slap him awake, hold him down until he looked into her eyes. But he was lost in a blind rage, unreachable and untouchable. Her mind was finally made up, and with a fierce determination, she lunged towards him. He shoved her away with all his might, but she refused to let go, grabbing onto his wrist as he tried to punch her. In a flash of adrenaline-fueled strength, she snatched his other hand and pinned him against the back of the bed, kneeling down in a dominant stance. With control over both of his wrists, she pushed him back harder against the mattress while trying to bear hug him. "It's me, Darlene. I'm here, and I'm not leaving you," she spoke through gritted teeth as she fought to keep him restrained and close to her. His chest rose and fell rapidly, gasping for air between each word as he struggled against her grip. But she held on tight despite the wetness seeping into her clothes from his tears and still being wet from the shower. "No! Let me go! I hate you...I hate all of you!" he screamed, his voice raw with anguish and pain. Ignoring his outburst, Darlene held onto him tightly, trying to soothe him with gentle words that felt inadequate in such an intense moment. She had no idea what she was doing or how to handle this, but she had made a promise to herself to not leave him. He needed someone or something, and she wasn't going anywhere. He may have felt abandoned by everyone else in his life, but Darlene was determined to stay by his side no matter what. Avery kept trying to twist and turn to escape Darlene's caring arms, desperate to break free from her hold. Then Avery did something Darlene would have never suspected as she held him tight in her arms and close to her breast. She heard a wild snarl from Avery as he sank his teeth into her shoulder. Darlene felt a sharp, searing pain shoot through her body. She could feel his teeth piercing her skin, drawing a little blood as she winced in shock and surprise. “OW, fuck, that hurt!” Darlene cried out, letting go of Avery. Avery quickly stood up and backed away into a corner away from her. His towel fell down. Exposing his full, naked, wet body. She could see the pain etched on his face, but she knew that it was not aimed at her personally. It was the product of years of built-up anger and hurt, and she would not give up on him now. The onslaught of screaming continued as Darlene stood up. Darlene's face contorted in pain as she rubbed her injured shoulder. Avery's wild and frantic movements, his hands flailing in the air as if trying to fight off an unseen enemy, his face twisted in a rage that Darlene couldn't fully understand. “Alright, I gave you a chance, Avery.” She shot back, still feeling the teeth in her shoulder. “If you want to act like a toddler, I will treat you like one!” She shouted at him, but still, nothing broke through. Darlene's instincts kicked in, her body moving with lightning speed as she dodged and weaved through Avery's violent punches. In a swift motion, she wrapped her arms around his wrists like a vice grip, pulling him towards the bed with all her might. She forcefully sat down, shouting at him to calm down. But Avery was beyond reason, thrashing and struggling against her hold like a madman. Desperate to subdue him, Darlene flipped him over her lap, his body slamming onto her thighs and knees with a sickening thud. Despite his struggles, she kept a firm hand on his back, pinning him down, his stomach pressed on her knees. As he gasped for air and hyperventilated, Avery continued to scream and thrash against Darlene's hold. But she remained resolute, taking a deep breath before bringing her hand down with all her might on his exposed bottom. The loud crack echoed through the room as the pain seared through Avery's body. The spanking stung, stung hard between force and the wet bare bottom, making it sting even more. “OW!” Avery cried as he continued to scream at her. But Darlene knew this was necessary - possibly the only way to bring him back from the brink of rage-fueled madness. And so she continued to deliver sharp, stinging smacks. Darlene let another spanking flat across his butt. “I will stop when you calm down and behave, and I don’t have to scream at you anymore.” Through gritted teeth, he begged for her to stop as tears streamed down his face. The spanking hurt. They really hurt and stung as Avery tried to escape. It wasn’t until the pain became almost unbearable that Avery started to calm down, but he was still hyperventilating and sobbing. But the cries were different. They were not fit of rage and angry cries but sounded much more sorrowful and quieter. Avery couldn’t stop crying. He wasn’t sure what was going on with him. He felt emotionally exhausted. Avery's body went limp, and he collapsed over her knees and on the bed in exhausted sobs. Only then did Darlene release her hold and sit back, panting heavily as she watched Avery slowly calm down. “Are you done?” Darlene asked, but all she got was a nod, yes, and soft crying and heaving breathing between the cries as he lay across her lap. “All right then, I want you to stand up and go into the bathroom to rinse off your hair.” He didn’t really move as he felt too drained. Darlene finally reached for his hand, helped him stand up, and led him to the bathroom. He was like a lost child right now. There was no adult in him. She couldn't believe she was leading a crying young man, naked, towards the shower. Avery stood awkwardly next to the shower, his body tense, unmoving and exhausted. Darlene reached in and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature to be just slightly warm. She could see him with his head down, tears streaming down his face as he struggled to catch his breath. "Come on," she said softly, gently guiding him into the shower. As the hot water cascaded over his body, he stayed still, allowing himself to be washed away by the soothing heat. With a reassuring touch, Darlene began to wash his hair and rinse out all the soap suds. Despite the embarrassment of being cared for like a child, Avery couldn't deny how calming and comforting it was to have someone else take care of him in this moment of vulnerability. Once finished, she turned off the shower and looked around the bathroom for some clean towels. She finally found one underneath the sink counter. She pulled out and unfolded a light tan old bath towel, which was too thin from overuse. She grabbed one of his hands and pulled him out. He was starting to calm down slowly but was still breathing and hard like ge couldn’t catch his breath. She handed him the towel. “Do you think you can dry yourself now?” Avery just nodded as he grabbed it. “If you are not out in two minutes and in your bedroom, I will come in and dry you myself, understood?” She grabed his chin to make him look her in the eyes. Avery’s mind was a chaotic mess of conflicting emotions. He was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, from the events that had just transpired. Standing there, naked and vulnerable, as Darlene tried to lead him into the shower, he felt a deep sense of shame and embarrassment. But alongside those emotions were feelings of confusion and loss – why hadn’t Darlene just left him? Why had she chosen to remain by his side? And then there was the pain from her spanking – it stung deeply, both physically and emotionally. He didn’t want to talk, didn’t know what to say or how to express the jumbled mess of emotions inside him. It all felt so overwhelming, like he was on the edge of a cliff, ready to lose control at any moment. His hand moved gently over his skin, the old, worn towel absorbing the droplets of water and leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. As he dried himself, he could feel the soreness from Darlene's spanking, a reminder of her presence and her control. With each slow swipe of the towel, he tried to quell the storm inside him, to push away the conflicting emotions and just focus on this simple task. But even as he dried his body off, his mind was still swirling with questions and doubts. He was exhausted, physically and emotionally, but he knew there was no escaping Darlene's firm command to himself dried in two minutes. So he took his time, allowing himself a moment of respite before facing whatever came next. Darlene stepped out of the bathroom and looked over the room, taking in every detail. Again, I observed the dresser, which had a few diapers stacked and smashed Lego pieces, as evidence of Avery’s destructive outburst. His bed was unmade and damp from where she had recently spanked him for his behavior. Looking down at herself, she noticed that her pants and blouse were also wet, now cold against her skin. Her heart rate was still beating fast for the adrenal rush as she tried to calm herself down, reminding herself that at least he wasn't screaming or yelling anymore. On the other side of the bed sat a large red stuffed dog, its fluffy fur slightly matted from years of being played with. And scattered across the floor were clothes thrown around only to be assumed dirty. While waiting, she walked to the closet to see what she might find. Amazingly, the closet wasn’t a mess. There weren’t many clothes there. He had a few closed boxes on shelves. What was odd about the closet was the colorful, thin mattress that lay down on the floor. It was many an inch thick, which could that could be folded up for transportation. It was blue on one side, green in the middle, and red on the other side. Darlene couldn’t understand what that was for. Unfortunately, she would have to catch up with her sister and explain everything that had transpired to her for her help, so she made a mental note of that. Avery just stepped outside the bathroom as Darlene was closing the door. “I'm looking for something to get you dressed in.” She looked at Avery, who said nothing, and stood there with a towel around his waist. His crying had come down to breathing, heaving, and a sigh or a small cry between them. Darlene guided Avery to the edge of the bed, her steps slow and gentle as she grabbed on of the remaining diapers from the dresser. She could feel him resisting just a tad, his hand limp in hers, as they made their way across the small bedroom to his bed. He seemed oblivious to what was happening, his gaze fixed on the wall with a mix of exhaustion and emotion. Darene's heart ached for him, and she didn’t know what really triggered all this. Carefully, she lowered him onto the bed, her touch gentle and tentative. Darlene's hands were gentle as she unfolded the crisp, clean diaper beside Avery. She could feel his body's weight on the bed, but he did not react to her presence. His stillness only fueled her determination to take care of him. With each touch, she could sense his emotional turmoil, breaking her heart. She knew she needed to bring him home with her, where she could keep a watchful eye on him and make sure he was safe. The thought of leaving him alone in this fragile state was a terrifying one for Darlene. There was no telling what would happen if she left him now. Darlene brushed a strand of hair away from her face as she unfolded the soft, crinkly disposable diaper. He remained still and unresponsive, lost in his own world. She couldn't understand how someone could be in such a state of distress. It was like nothing she had ever witnessed before. But she knew she had to be there for him, no matter what it took. She hoped that her presence and care would provide some comfort to Avery in this difficult time. Darlene didn’t ask him to lift up; she just patted his thighs and then lifted them gently as Avery followed suit, having done this several times with her. Darlene slide the fresh diaper under him. The rash was getting better but still there, and unfortunately, she did not have any of her supplies. They were back in the office. She adjusted it to ensure it sat comfortably around his waist, the elasticated edges fitting snugly but not too tightly. The adhesive tabs on either side were secured with care, a sound akin to ripping paper filling the air as they fastened securely in place. The diaper now sat neatly beneath him, its exterior white and unblemished, ready to serve its purpose with dignity and discretion. Avery felt the diaper being pulled between his legs and fastened tightly around his sides. The material rustled gently against his skin, its inner layer designed for comfort and absorbency. He continues to get his breathing back under control. He lay there looking up, not realizing Darlene left the room for a second or that she brought something back. He wasn’t aware of her till he heard her voice. “Avery, let's sit up,” he felt her gentle hand slide under his back as he lay still on his back, and she lifted him up to a sitting position. I want you to sit in that chair and not move while I clean up a little. You're coming home with me, and there is no arguing about it. She led him over to the chair, where he sat down in just a diaper. Avery still wasn’t processing everything that had happened yet and was still very distant from her. Darlene knelt down, her knees pressed into the soft carpet, and she kneeled down in front of Avery. She reached a gentle hand towards and cupped his chin, tilting his head up to meet her gaze. Her eyes were warm and determined. Two fingers pointed out towards her own eyes as she silently commanded him to look at her. The room was filled with the sound of rustling fabric as Avery shifted in his seat. “Look at me, Avery. What you did was unacceptable. You bite hard, and I am going to have a bruise and a scab on my shoulder. You have tried to kick and hit me, and I haven’t left. I am right here. Right now, you are not in the right frame of mind. I don’t know how else to explain it, but you acted like you were having a tantrum like a toddler. Therefore, I am going to treat you like a toddler for at least the remainder of the night.” There was no response in Avery’s eyes as they just looked at her, and tears continued to slide down his face. “What this means is that I will make all the decisions tonight. I don’t trust what happened here, and honestly, I am very confused right now, but I am not leaving you. You can fight me, and we can repeat what just happened, your choice.” Avery just nodded yes, that he understood. He didn’t have it in him to fight her right now, and he wasn’t sure what he wanted. He was too emotionally exhausted and confused to make any decisions right now or care to. So, Avery sat in the chair quietly, not wanting to move from it. Avery just nodded yes, that he understood. He didn’t have it in him to fight her right now, and he wasn’t sure what he wanted. He was too emotionally exhausted and confused to make any decisions right now or care to. So, Avery sat in the chair quietly, not wanting to move from it. Darlene stood up again. “Ok, let me clean up some; I can’t leave your carpet all wet and let it grow mold and mildew. I don’t want the carpet to mold and mildew. God only knows if you would even clean it yourself from the looks of this place.” Darlene snatched up a bath towel and pressed it into the damp patches on the carpet. The distinctive aroma wafting from the soaked fibers confirmed her suspicions—Avery had urinated there. He stood by, silent and immobile; his mind lost in a tempest of emotions while Darlene labored to clean up. Leaving the soiled spot for a moment, she made her way to the kitchen, where she whipped up a mixture of warm water and soap. She returned to the task at hand, scrubbing away at the stained carpet with renewed vigor. All through this ordeal, Avery remained still as stone. She then decided to take out the trash before she left his apartment. It was a small act but one that would help bring some order back into this chaotic situation. Next, she turned her attention back to Avery. She gently guided him into a fresh gray T-shirt with the university symbol he went to and a pair of shorts. Underneath his clothing was the crinkly sound of a new diaper - an unfortunate necessity given his condition. Once dressed, they prepared to leave for her place, an unspoken agreement hanging in the air between them that he needed more care than he could provide for himself right now. "Before we leave, I want you to grab me all your medications so we don’t miss any. She handed in a small plastic grocery bag that she found in his kitchen pantry. Then, you can grab anything else you want for the night." Darlene said, looking Avery in his eyes in a stern but caring voice. Darlene waited for a while in the living room as Avery returned from the bedroom. Darlene had to take a step back. He was standing there with the bag of medications but clutching something—the big red stuffed dog hugged tightly in his left arm. Still, there were no words as he looked too exhausted. She saw how much he loved that large stuffed dog to have brought it out with him to return to her house in such a vulnerable state. “That dog is cute. Does he have a name?” she asked. Avery mumbled something, but Darlene didn’t get it. She thought she would ask again as she walked up to Avery, grabbed the small plastic bag with his meds, and grabbed his hand as they walked out of the apartment together.

Found an old set of commissions I did for a big bang story I never wrote. Still love how the characters came out.

Chapter 5: Date Arbitrio Sanguinis – LittleFallenPrincess ScarletBaby90: I can’t believe we’ve been talking this whole time. And I hate to stop, as I’d love to keep talking to you, but I have to go, otherwise I’ll be late for something. That message was copied and pasted, over from the chat with Lupa, to the other chat I was having with the human Mummy, as it was getting late and I had to shower and get ready for my ‘date’ with the lamia domme in the city centre. MummyDearest: I know, I feel the same! Don’t worry, I won’t keep you any longer. Can I ask though… What is your name? We’ve been talking for most of the past twenty four hours, and I only know you as ScarletBaby90. Even if you give me a fake name, that’s okay, as long as I’ve got something else to call you. ScarletBaby90: …Lucy. And no, that’s not a fake name. MummyDearest: Then it’s lovely to talk to you, Lucy. And such a pretty name too! Pretty name for a pretty baby! Well you can call me Avery. I blushed as I turned on the shower, very nearly getting my phone wet as I just couldn’t seem to put down the phone right now; I was too enamoured with both these women that had messaged me. I was like a giddy schoolgirl who had been messaged by a crush, and the world around me disappeared, the only world that interested me right now were these two open chats. MummyDearest: So where’s Little Lucy off to tonight? I wasn’t sure if I should lie or not. Surely it’s awkward to tell a potential partner that you’re going out for a few drinks with another potential partner? ScarletBaby90: Going for a few drinks with a friend. I lied. Of course I’m going to lie! MummyDearest: Is this friend a potential date? ScarletBaby90: What? No! Just a friend, that’s all! Maybe I sounded a little too defensive… MummyDearest: Don’t worry, sweetie. I figured I wasn’t the only one to message you once you posted that message, as you got a number of likes on there. Some from other dommes. And I’m sure you’re on other websites too, trying to find a Mummy. I’m not stupid, you’re an absolutely adorable baby girl and I bet you’ve got dozens of caregivers wanting to snatch you up. Just have fun, okay? And be careful. There are a lot of people who may take advantage of you. ScarletBaby90: You’re not… upset? MummyDearest: Why would I be upset? Just means I need to up my game, now that I know I have competition. I giggled and clutched my phone against my chest, ecstatic that I hadn’t scared her off by being too obvious. MummyDearest: So let me think about the perfect date, and then I’ll get back to you and ask you out on it. That okay? ScarletBaby90: Okay? I… umm… sduioganlal;sdngfg… sure! I… gotta go now… MummyDearest: Go have fun, I’ll be here to message if you need me. I’ll give you my Chatter info so you can message me there, if you’re comfortable with that? ScarletBaby90: I’d love that. I’ll message you there later. Seeya! I quickly opened up my messages to ‘Lupa’, to see if she had replied whilst I was occupied with the other potential Mummy, and my heart felt happy as soon as I saw that she had. Lupa: Okay, lil vamp, you get going. Be good, stay safe and all that. I’ll be working all night, got a bit of stock-taking to do and some ordering, so I’ll be working a late one tonight. So if you find some time on your hands, send me a message. Would appreciate the distraction! After what MummyDearest, who I now knew as Avery, suggested… I quickly sent a message back. ScarletBaby90: Will do! Oh btw, would you want to maybe add me on Chatter? That human messaging service thing? Lupa: Sure! It’s easier than dealing with this awkward site. My details are… And so I quickly opened up Chatter, added Avery as a contact, sending a simple message that just said ‘Hi! It’s Lucy!’, before adding Lupa and doing the same. Then I realised that I hadn’t shared my name with Lupa… Fiona: Lucy, eh? Cute name, kiddo. Well as you can see, I’m Fiona. Lucy: Oops. I’m such an idiot sometimes. Fiona: It’s cute. Now, don’t you have somewhere to be? You should go! And don’t forget, message me anytime. Especially later tonight, if you’re free. I need a cute baby to distract me from all the boring work I’ve got to do at my shop. Lucy: Will do! Talk to you later, Fiona! Fiona. It really was a cute name. Kinda fit her too. Once I was out of the shower, I stood in front of my wardrobe, completely naked, as I started to quietly panic over what I was going to wear for the date tonight. Part of me didn’t care, as this lamia domme clearly wasn’t into littles, she just wanted a sub, and I doubt this will go anywhere. It’ll most likely just be a boring night where she flirts with me but I feel nothing. But then I felt like it had been a while since I last went out on a proper date, so I needed to not only make an occasion out of it, but to get some practice. Not that I see this one going anywhere, but potentially others… Especially if Avery wants to ask me out on a date soon. I’d definitely want to look good for her… ‘Stupid Nia, pushing me to go out with this domme… wait! Nia!’ Lucy: OI! YOU! Nia, Queen of the Playpen: What? Lucy: Seriously? ‘Queen of the playpen’? Who gave you that title? Nia, Queen of the Babies: Don’t know what you’re talking about. Lucy: Hey! You’re not the queen of me! Nia, Queen of little vampling brats: D’awww… poor baby! Lucy: I swear… I’m going to bite you next time I see you. Now, I need your help, stat! Nia, Helper of little babies: Cool, maybe I’d become some cool demon-angel-vampire hybrid? But anyway, sure, what do you need, lil stinkypants? Lucy: STOP CHANGING YOUR USERNAME! Also, what the hell do I wear for this date with the domme you forced me to go out with? Nia, stylist extraordinaire: Something sexy. Black. Gothy. Bra and panties. Lucy: What else? Nia, teaser of babies: That’s it. Just bra and panties. Lucy: Nia: Fine… what about that purple dress? Lucy: I was saving that for my birthday… Nia: That’s ages away. But fine, what about the poofy black one? Lucy: Isn’t that a bit too much? I guess the top half is kinda sexy, but the bottom kinda bellows out. Nia: Do you think she cares what you’re wearing? Lucy: I don’t think she cares about anything regarding me. She just wants a sub. Nia: Then there you go then. Lucy: But I want more. Nia: Look, I’m just trying to get you laid. We can work on finding you a relationship another time. You just need a confidence boost, and this will give it to you! Lucy: nevermind. Forget I said anything. Nia: Luce… Nia, concerned friend: Hey Luce… what’s up? I left her on read as I threw my phone onto the bed and looked into my wardrobe for the black dress she had suggested. It wasn’t my favourite thing I owned, but I guess it was fancy enough for a date night, but wasn’t too over the top. And it wasn’t really that poofy, it just… it wasn’t like my usual clothes, which are either form-fitting, or insanely baggy, and this was neither. It was sort of in the middle. Grabbing the dress, as well as my strappy black heels, I walked over to the full-length mirror in the corner of my room and held them up in front of me. “Yeah… I guess these will do.” I sighed. I got ready as quickly as possible, nearly ripping my dress trying to zip it up, slapping what little makeup I owned on, and stuffing my most date-appropriate bag with my phone, my keys, purse, all the usual stuff. And on impulse… a nappy. I wasn’t sure I’d end up getting to wear it, but if she surprised me by secretly being the best Mummy in the world ever… then maybe… just maybe… she’d need it for me. Doubt it though. “Maybe I should put one on too…” I don’t know why, maybe it was Nia getting in my head, corrupting me… but I actually thought that was a good idea. Maybe it would make the inevitable disaster of a date somewhat bearable? So, giving into the little voice in my head, I quickly reached under my dress, dropped my panties so that they lay around my ankles, and grabbed one of my nappies. Awkwardly positioning myself against the wall so I didn’t have to lay down and potentially ruin my dress, I awkwardly taped it up, using the wall to pin it against my bum. One tape first, which was slightly wonky, then the other side, which wasn’t much better, then I sealed the top two much more neatly. And… voilà! One thickly padded vampire. Admiring myself in the mirror once again, I made sure to straighten my dress so that the nappy wasn’t visible. Thankfully, the weather wasn’t set to be windy today, because if it was, there was no way I was risking going out in this nappy underneath my dress. Too many past experiences of my dress blowing up and nearly exposing my secret underwear… It's why I usually stick to pants. The way the nappy hugged my hips, even if it wasn’t put on brilliantly, made me instantly feel a little safer and less nervous about tonight. Like sure, I was still expecting tonight to be a failure, but at least I’d get to enjoy wearing, and wetting, this nappy. And hey, I’ve got a change if I need one! ------------------------------------------------ Walking through the quiet city centre, I noticed that the only people walking down this pedestrianised area I was in were couples going on dates. Most of the shops had shut, and the only places open were bars and restaurants. The human bars were full and very lively, but that wasn’t where I was going. I was going to the one monstrum bar that I knew around here, Ronnie’s, and I had not heard good things about them. They’ve had beef with the Sanctuary ever since it opened, as they used to be the only place for miles until Beth and Susie opened their doors, providing a much more friendly, less seedy, place to drink and have fun. I lied to the lamia because I didn’t want to start things off with hostility, so I played innocent and pretended to not know of its existence. And as I looked in the window (something only us monstrum can do due to a spell hiding it from human eyes, kinda like the Sanctuary and a few monstrum only areas of the city), I saw why people preferred the Sanctuary over Ronnie’s. Ronnie’s really was the seediest looking place ever. And I instantly regretted agreeing to this. I walked into the bar with a few minutes to spare, and just in time… as the heavens had just opened up and it began to pour down with rain, narrowly missing me as I ducked inside. Noticing the lamia from her profile picture sitting at a table, I saw that she was looking… human. Like… she didn’t look half snake at all. She must have similar magic to that of mermaids when they’re on dry land, as she had the most slender legs I had ever seen… “Come, sit.” She called over, attracting the attention from all the other patrons. Sitting down across from her, she eyed me up and down… like I was prey. Which just felt weird, as vampires are always at the top of the food chain, and I wasn’t used to having anyone above me. I know I’m not the toughest of vampires, but I had never had anyone desire to eat me before. Not until now, at least. She smiled at me, before raising her glass of red wine to her lips, taking a sip before settling it back down on the table again. She had clearly dressed up for this date, wearing a sequin dress with a short cardigan. Which made me feel like we had both overdressed for this shithole of a bar. “It’s… not very busy…” I commented, looking around at the three people at the bar and one creep in the corner, hugging a pint of beer. Even the bartender looked dead. Or maybe that was because he was a ghoul. Hard to tell with them. “You’ll do nicely…” She growled, raising her eyebrow whilst continuing to look me up and down. “I will? For what?” I asked, nervously. “To worship me, silly.” “I… think you have me mistaken.” “No, I think I’m right. You’re just a silly little girl who thinks too much for herself. When really you should be on your hands and knees, begging to worship my feet.” “I…” I didn’t know what to say, I wasn’t very good at standing up for myself, and she just… I didn’t know how to react to her. “See, there we go. As if you needed that stupid little brain of yours. You should join my harem, you’d make a good little pet for me…” She grinned. “I’m not really into pet…” “You’ll be into whatever I tell you, slut. Maybe I’ll let you wear those ridiculous nappies, but I’ll probably make one of the others change you.” Now normally… I won’t lie… this kind of talk would turn me into a drooly, blushy mess. But not with this woman. This woman just… ruined it. I actually felt repulsed by her words, which just upset me more, as yes, I am a very submissive person normally, and for the right person, I would happily let them talk to me like this. But not her. “I… no… no thank you…” I replied, quietly. “No? You think you can turn me down? Ha! You have a bratty side, it seems…” She clearly doesn’t know me in the slightest. Didn’t even bother to read my bio or anything. I’m not a brat, if anything, I’m the complete opposite. I want to please people a little too much sometimes, usually at my own expense. But again, not her. “I’m not a brat…” I mumbled. “What’s that? Speak up.” She snapped at me. “I… nevermind.” “That’s right. Now, I’ll get you a drink, you’ll rub my feet for a bit, then I’ll take you home to my harem. 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Chapter 12 Having my nappy changed was becoming routine. Paula was so obviously experienced it raised all sorts of questions in my mind but I was happy enough to keep to my role and see how things panned out. Once she’d changed my nappy it was Simon’s turn. She placed his bum on the changing mat and pulled me across so that I had a good view. Simon’s role in all this intrigued me. He seemed to be the man in control when I met him as my ‘daddy’, but he totally surrendered to Paula and was certainly enjoying his new role as her baby. Before I’d reached any conclusions we were both fresh, nappied and dressed for lunch. “Baby time is over for now, sweetie” she said to me. “We’re going to have a nice lunch and you’ll need to be in adult mode for at least a little while!” Lunch, as I’d expected, was very nice indeed and was accompanied by a very nice bottle of Chianti. I did my absolute best to stay in the moment and enjoy my lunch, and the company, but there was a nagging sense of anticipation whilst I waited for Paula to make her proposal. On the arrival of coffee Paula asked the waiting staff to clear the table and then for us not to be disturbed for an hour as we had business to discuss. As the door closed Paula reached into her bag and pulled out a couple of dummies, placing one in my mouth, the other in Simon’s. “Okay Baby Louise, I want you to pull your skirt up to show mummy your nappy.” I did as I was told and Paula checked my nappy front and back. It was dry and clean. “Come here Baby Simon” Simon went across and Paula pulled his trousers down, and then carried out a similar inspection on his nappy. “What good babies you are. Now, back to your seats.” We both sat down and readied ourselves for what was the only meeting I’d ever attended whilst suckling on a dummy! “I don’t know whether you’ve tied the last day in with your application for the long term contract for a submissive young lady with interests in role play and age play, Louise?” I didn’t even speak - my wide eyes and general look of shock was all Paula needed to continue. “Good. We need to be sure that our choices are good ones at each step of the process. You’ve been obedient, enthusiastic and eager to please since arriving at the hotel. You also appear to have enjoyed yourself - is that the case?” “Yes, I have. I enjoy my work anyway - I try to get the best out of everything I do. I know that people find that a bit surprising. I’ve certainly enjoyed my time with Simon and yourself - it’s been fun!’’ “That’s good to hear. On the telephone we suggested that the interview and selection process would take three days and you’ve cleared the first day successfully. You may also be pleased to know that the agreed fee for the selection process will be in addition to the money you’ve agreed with Simon here over the last day.” “Thank you”. Whatever else happened, my bank balance was looking pretty healthy. “No problem. Let me explain to you the position we’re recruiting for and then you can tell me whether or not you want to complete the selection process. I leant forward, fascinated. “We’re looking for a baby, toddler, nappy-wearing companion for a man who is wealthy and well-known. Before he was famous he would have used your services in the same way as any of your other punters. He can’t really do that now - the risk of exposure is too high. Behind closed doors you will be his baby sister, toy, lover, whatever he wants. He will take different roles but you’ll always be in nappies. You’ll not use a toilet for the length of the contract without express permission. I will be your mummy throughout. You’ll never be mistreated, but you will be expected to sign over all your adult rights. You’ll be my baby and, like any baby, you’ll live by my rules. Are we okay so far?” “Yes. I think I can do this.” Paula smiled. “Good girl. As he’s often busy, it will be me that you’ll spend most of your time with. I’ll change you, dress you, put you to bed and make sure that you’re happy. He pays the bills, though. Anything he wants, he gets. Do you understand?” Yes. I’m sure this is okay for me.” “Mummy” said Simon, “I need a wee” “Good boy, that’s very timely because we need to continue Baby Louise’s training. Come here, both of you. We stood in front of her and she moved us so that we were facing each other before pulling down Simon’s trousers and reaching into his nappy for his willy. She then lifted up my skirt and pushed his cock into the waistband of my nappy. “Now, Baby Simon, go wee-wees for your mummy”. He did as he was told. I felt a strong stream of hot piss running over my cunt before being absorbed by my nappy. Paula held us in position, one hand on each nappied backside while Simon peed. He looked into my eyes - part horny, part sheepish. I smiled back. “Well done both of you” Paula seemed happy with her work. She popped our dummies back in, adjusted our clothing and sat us back down at the table. “Before we go over the boring stuff, I need to let you know that there is a small community who will see you as a baby. To those folks you will be a helpless little girl who has to do what she’s told. You’ll have no control at all. If I want to change your poopy nappy in front of them, or put you on the potty, or strip you naked and spank you - you’ll have no say. This community consists of friends from the Adult Baby / Diaper Lover fetish community, such as Simon here, as well as girls who have trodden the same path that you’re now starting on. We’ve not lost touch with any of our ‘babies’ and you’ll meet them from time to time.” She looked across at me to make sure I was still on board. Happy, she continued: “There are and will continue to be limits around what is acceptable in public. We don’t involve anyone in our fetish games surreptitiously. Whilst you will be wearing - and using - your nappies in public we will take care that no one knows or suspects what’s going on. You’ll probably be dressed in a manner younger than your years, but in a way that it looks like a fun, not a fetish, thing.” I nodded in agreement, but I had a pressing matter of my own to discuss. “Mummy. I wanna poo.”

Chapter 6: Conference Call Alice heard George close the door behind him – a bit too hard for her liking – and the lock clicked shut. She adjusted her position on the kitchen stool and took another sip of her coffee. Two and a half sugars, and plenty of milk. She liked her coffee sweet. Jane coming back from practice when she had was great timing. She’d hoped to get George to meet the neighbours soon, but Jane meeting him first like that was excellent news. George would really need to make friends over the summer, and it looked like he’d already made one. With any luck the two of them could spend the rest of the day getting to know each other. George could lose the sullen mood and start to have some fun. Alice knew from personal experience how isolating it could be moving to an entirely new country. How much the loneliness weighed down on you and how hard it was to pull yourself out of that rut of disconnection and unease. George’s mother had been there to help Alice out of that many years ago. Now it was time to return the favour. She placed the rounded black mug back down on the plastic coaster gently, then leaned over and pulled her tablet out of its charging cradle and powered it on. She needed to write an email. Pulling up the app icon she typed slowly with one hand. The dull pink tablet resting on the countertop as her other hand shuttled the coffee mug back and forth from the coaster to her mouth. Hi Mary, It's the middle of the night over in England as I’m typing this, but I just wanted to give you an update on things since it's been a few days. George is settling in slowly but surely. It's a bid adjustment for him being so far from home, but he’s a resilient boy. He’s already made a friend with the girl who lives across the street. The two of them are out exploring the nearby woods right now. I’m sure he can tell you all about it when he calls you – Don't worry, I'll make sure he does just as soon as the jet lag has worn off! I’m taking him into town tomorrow to pick up some swim-shorts and a baseball uniform. His first game is the day after. I’ll take pictures to send you. Did he ever play rounders much at school at home? I remember them having similar rules. I’m hoping I can make this a summer for him to remember. We’re going out to the lodge in a few weeks, and I’m sure he’s going to love it there. Should help him take his mind of things. I hope things are better for you these days. You and George deserve better than what you’ve been through. If you need anything at all, let me know. And call me when you’ve got the chance. It's been too long. Your best friend, Alice Warding Alice sat back and looked over what she’d just wrote. She frowned. She hadn’t mentioned the bedwetting. Should she? Mary didn’t need to be worrying about that right now. She had that leach of a husband to finalise divorce papers with and a dozen other going concerns after that. There was no need to add to it. As much as Alice loved her best friend, she had to admit she wasn’t the best at problem solving. Or even problem spotting. If she was, she might have thought to listen to her best friends' warnings now and then. She’d had suspicions that Mary’s decision to marry Alex had been a mistake. Now she felt rather vindicated. She could see a lot of Mary in her son. George had her same shy demeanour, the same wariness that seemed to weight down on them. They shared the anxious tendency Alice had seen in Mary since their own childhoods. The same – what was the term, catastrophising? George had seemed to react to the bedwetting as if it was the end of the world when she’d found out. Mortified and apologising profusely as if he’d done her harm somehow. Her decision to omit the bedwetting from her report was the correct decision, she decided. One person fussing and worrying over it was enough. It wasn’t like she’d be able to help from across a continent and an ocean anyway. If George wanted to mention it in their call that was his prerogative. Just as solving the issue in the here and now was hers. Running her eye over the draft for spelling errors one last time, she hit send. The rest of her inbox received a brief inspection as well. With nothing of importance being found, it felt like a good idea to make some preparations for George tonight. The tablet screen went black with a click, and she set it aside to make her way upstairs to George’s room. The bed sat unmade, and she busied herself straightening pillows and getting the duvet in alignment once again as she looked around. She was happy to see that aside from the bed, everything else seemed to have been left in a presentable condition. His Nintendo sat on the bedside table next to the empty phone charging cradle. A solitary light flickering orange as a light grey wire feed from it down into an adaptor and then the wall socket. A backpack now emptied of its change of clothes, toiletries and other sundries lay slouching on the wall next to the sliding wardrobe. As far as she could see from outside the bathroom was in an acceptable condition as well. “Spoke too soon.” She tutted only to herself as she stepped into the en-suite. Her eyes catching the towel that had been hung back up crookedly on the chrome rack. As she quickly smoothed the fluffy white cloth out properly, she caught sight of the toilet itself, and a spattering of yellow drops on the seat. Now Alice sighed. Grabbing a wad of toilet paper, she wiped it up quicky. Lifting the seat up to conduct a proper inspection. Nothing had escaped underneath thankfully, but she did find a dribble of pee had fallen on the outside of the bowl. Sliding down all the way to the bathroom floor. This too was scoured clean with toilet paper as she made a mental note to gently remind George to clean up after himself properly in the bathroom. Speaking of peeing where you shouldn’t, George’s new protection didn’t seem anywhere to be found. Not in the bathroom cabinets or his chest of drawers or the sliding wardrobe. She knew for a fact he had carried them up to his room. She’d watched him climb the stairs with them with her own eyes. Having exhausted all other options, she grumbled and got down uncomfortably on her knees to peer under the bed. There in the gloomy darkness a glint of light reflected on the plastic sheen of one of the packages. Both were almost all the way at the back, right up against the skirting board. Getting back up onto her feet she winced at the slight joint aches as she thought about how to get them out of there without having to crawl around in the cramped space like the world's most ill-prepared cave diver. She walked over towards the wardrobe and retrieved the longest looking coat hanger there. If she briefly got down on her knees again and leaned forward with the coat hanger, she could just about snag the end of the packages with it. It reached, just barely, and a few tugs later she managed to pull the package of easy ups out into the daylight again, quickly followed by the Goodnites. “What am I going to do with you George?” She asked herself as she placed the packages on top of the Duvet cover. He didn’t have to like the idea of wearing protection but throwing them about like this and trying to hide from the problem wasn’t helping anyone. Using her thumbnail, she cut a seam in the thin plastic bag and opened it out to reveal the tightly stacked row of disposable underwear. She pulled a handful of them out to look and saw the muted purple and pinks of the girls Goodnites patterns that came about the waist and leg holes. The front panel was dominated by a cartoon of Princess Jasmine from Aladin, whilst yellow and violet flower patterns served as wetness indicators. Alice nodded in approval as she examined it further. The stretch at the sides looked a little flimsy to her eyes, but she was no expert. The packaging had talked about the placement of a surge layer tailored for girls to better absorb wetness, and she wondered if that would factor into their effectiveness when worn by a boy. George would have to let her know how they felt when worn, and only time would tell them how well they held up to the “up to 100% leak free” advertisement claim. George would be wearing these tonight. She’d need to make that clear to him. He wasn’t going to deal with problems by hiding them under the bed. The easy ups received a similar inspection, and this time Alice was far less impressed. They, like the Goodnites, were a slip-on design, yet seemed smaller than them and even a bit thinner. It was obvious from the packaging that these were meant for potty training toddlers, not bedwetting pre-teens. She might have been better off with just the Goodnites. Picking up both bags she strode over to the wardrobe and opened the large top drawer. The inside was mostly empty aside from a dozen pairs of boxer shorts stacked in two neat piles. Shifting those to the side, she set the diaper packs on the top of the unit and began to stack them in the space she made. All except for a single Goodnite, which she left on the top of the unit for him to wear that night. The drawer closed with a gentle sliding sound and the rest of the diapers vanished from view. She turned and looked out of the window. Enjoying the view it offered of the back garden. They should have a barbeque out there if the weather decided to hold, invite Jane and her family over, and a few others. She looked beyond the garden. From the upper floor of the house, she could see out over the wide expanse of woodland that hugged the suburb she called home. Somewhere out there George was hopefully having some fun with Jane. Making memories and becoming less of a hermit. She hoped, at least. She’d need to ask how they got on once they were back. Speaking of, she’d need to start thinking about dinner soon. She was tempted to order takeout, but they’d already eaten out for lunch earlier. As much as she wanted to spoil her godson, a bit of home cooking would do him some good. She hoped he liked beef tacos. She went through a mental checklist of what she’d need. Alice had stocked up the fridge and freezer in preparation for George’s visit, but she’d need to think about other things. If Jane wanted to stay for dinner, what they might watch on tv. Inevitably her train of thought chugged along, and the issue of bedtime began to come into view of the tracks. How was she meant to convince George to wear protection to bed? She couldn’t even convince him to stop slamming the car door. Alice was, at heart, a manager. She organised, she planned, she delegated. No one could be an expert at everything, but you didn’t need to be if you knew the right people for a task or a situation. It was a skill that served her well in business, giving her company the edge it needed to thrive. Of course, that was the business world and not childcare. But surely some principles of organising and delegation were transferable, right? She made her way back down the stairs. With George outside playing, it was time to talk to someone with experience. In the kitchen she retrieved her tablet once more, this time swiping into the group chat she maintained with her friends. It was a small group, just a half dozen or so of Alice’s confidants and friends. When one of them – Alice couldn’t quite remember who - had first suggested forming it a few years ago they’d struggled to think of what to name it. Eventually they’d settled on “Alice’s Wonderland” as a joke and it had stuck. It was a fitting name though. Alice was very much the queen bee of their little cabal and the more than once had tongue in cheek comparisons to the queen of hearts been made. It had been a couple of days since Alice had looked, and she found herself scrolling past missed conversations. Book recommendations, plans for their next get together, suggestions for a poker night, pictures of cute pets being cute. Eventually Alice caught herself up to speed and, after giving an approving emote reaction to the idea of a poker night, started typing. Alice: Hi girls! Still getting my little guest settled in for the summer, but I’ve got some free time to catch up. What have I missed? Was hoping to ask you all for some advice as well. Melissa: The queen returns! How’s George settling in? Must be good to have some use for all those spare rooms! Katie: Yes! Details, give them! And shoot. Whatever you need, let us know! Alice: I think we’re doing alright, all things considered. Obviously, this is a big deal for him and he’s going through a lot at the moment. Poor guy been out of it with jetlag since we arrived back home. I’m taking him shopping for a baseball uniform tomorrow, so hopefully he’s over this before his first time on the pitch. I was hoping the moms amongst us might be able to give me some pointers? I’ve not had to look after a kid since my high school babysitting gigs, so a bit rusty! Also, bit of a more serious topic, but he had a bit of an accident his first night here. Found the poor guy trying to strip his bed to cover it up. Katie: Oh, the poor thing. Do you know if that’s happened before? Its more common than you’d think with kids that age. Half the kids I’ve looked after had night problems like that. Melissa: Can confirm. We had issues with my boys for years with this. Caused lot of problems before we found a solution that worked. What have you tried so far? Alice: I’ve taken some preventative measures for tonight. Katie: That sounds rather cryptic. Alice: Just trying to be delicate. He’s a sensitive boy. We picked up some protection for him to wear tonight. Though I’m not impressed with what we were able to find. Melissa: I’m not surprised. It's a real struggle to find anything that works for boys of that age. There’s Goodnites of course, but both of my boys managed to soak through them every night. Alice: Oh, well that’s what I’ve got for him. That and some easy up training pants that *might* fit him, but I think they’d perform worse than the Goodnites. Honestly, I wish I’d not bothered getting them. I was seriously struggling to find anything that might work for George. Katie: Yeah, even if he fits those, a boy his age would leak right through them I’m afraid. They’re much more meant for kids learning to use the potty. Sorry Alice. Alice: Well, too late now. Maybe I can donate them. Katie: I suppose you might be able to use them as stuffers for the Goodnites. But I doubt that would be comfortable for George. Melissa: I hate to pry further Alice, but is this a new development? Alice: As far as I know. George claims it's never happened before, but he might just be embarrassed about it. Melissa: He might just be stressed. Alice: That’s what I’ve been thinking. It's a big change for him. Poor guy has got a lot on his plate at home, and this was meant to be a nice getaway for him over the summer. Let him make some friends and get away from his troubles. But he just seems all mopey and moody with me so far. I don’t know where I’m going wrong. Melissa: You’re not going wrong. You just need the right help and advice. We’re here to help. My boys went through a similar phase, and it didn’t get better until we went to see a specialist for the help we needed. Alice: I suppose. But isn’t that a bit drastic at this stage? Its only happened once so far. We might not have to deal with it again at all. Katie: I hope so. But in my experience kids with wetting issues are usual repeat offenders. Not every night for a lot of them, but I’ve also never seen a case of it being a one-time thing. Melissa: Let me give you the contacts info for the therapist my boys go to. She’s an absolute life saver and I can’t tell you how much things have improved since we started her program. See how things go with him tonight and if it's still an issue, give her a call. You won’t regret it. The key to remember right now is staying consistent and staying in charge. Make it clear to him that this is to help him and that you know best. Don’t flip-flop or concede if he pushes back on it. Boys need strong parental figures in their lives, and they need to rely on you to make the best decisions for them. Alice: Thanks Melissa. I owe you. Oh, and speaking of your boys, I was wondering how you’d feel about maybe doing some sort of get-together with them and George? He’s made friends with the girl next door already, but I think it would be good for him to make friends with some boys his own age as well. Melissa: I’d be delighted to! Give me a call soon and we can discuss details. You should come over as well. I can show you how we do things with my boys, and young George can make some friends. Win-win. Alice: Sounds like a plan! I’ve got to go and make dinner together for me and George, but I’l be in contact. Thanks girls, you’ve been a real help. Melissa: It's what we’re here for! Katie: Let us know how things go with George. I hope it goes well for you both tonight. Alice reacted to Katie’s last message with a thumb's up emoji, then closed the app and set her phone down on the table. She felt a bit better already. Glad to know she wasn’t dealing with an unprecedented problem in the field of caring for children. She took her cup over to the sink and began to wash out the dregs of her now cold coffee, watching the murky brow water swill around and around the mug as she thought about the coming evening. Looking out the window, the light was just starting to dim. She’d been taking to her friends for longer than she’d thought. She set the cup upside down to let it drip-dry as she heard the phone vibrate where she’d left it on the table. She picked it back up and glanced at the flashing notification to see she’d already gotten an email from Melissa with the details of the therapist she was recommending. A Dr Paige, it looked like. She’d read it later. Right now she had dinner to think about it, and what would come after. Her mind switched tracks as she focused on the beef tacos she was planning to make. As she pulled down two plates from the cupboard and retrieved a pack of frozen beef from the freezer section of the fridge, she glanced out the window again and hoped George was having a good time. A good mood and a full belly would hopefully break him out of his grumpy mood, and let bedtime go all the smoother.

Awesome update. Poor Paige, Clarky's found a unicorn, and he's only eyes for another. Love the scenes with mommmy too and can't wait for the reveal. Heaven's knows what Paige thinks when she realises there's a SECOND woman she needs to contend with.

Happy May the Fourth!

Chapter 111: Date Night BETH SMILED WHEN she saw Carly and thought she looked absolutely adorable in her ‘date night’ outfit. As much as she knew Carly didn’t want to be a babied Little, she was stuck looking like a toddler, no matter what she wore. ‘I wonder if Amanda could adjust things to make her at least look like she’s a college girl?’ For the moment, she knew Carly would have to deal with ‘cute.’ “You look pretty,” she told her. “You do, too!” Carly responded as they met up outside of Sanders. “You sure you want to just take your car, Amanda?” Nikki asked. “Yes, it makes the most sense. There’s already a car seat for Carly installed, and I put a booster seat in for Beth?” “I don’t need a booster…” Beth complained. “Beth, you know the saying, ‘Booster until nine feet tall?’” Beth sighed, “I know, but it doesn’t even make sense? My dad doesn’t ride in one?” “He does when he’s in my car,” Amanda countered. “Wait… really?” She asked. Amanda nodded, “Really.” “Fine,” she grumbled. “What are you taking for a bag for Carly’s stuff?” Amanda asked when the door was shut after buckling in the two girls, and Nikki climbed in the passenger seat. “I figured I’d just take my backpack, Grandma?” Carly said. Beth looked over at her in the rear-facing seat beside her, feeling bad as she saw the girl was bright red. She reached her hand out and held Carly’s in support. “That will work, I guess? I would tell anyone at the movie theater it’s her diaper bag.” “Grandma…?” Carly did blush and complained. “I’m just trying to look out for you two?” “I don’t think our own moms do this much looking out now?” Carly complained. “Fine, I’ll back off. But you do need to be careful! Now, what restaurant is this again?” “Off-Forkway Stage?” Carly said. “What’s that?” Beth asked. “Good, it’s not a place you’ve been!” Carly smiled after the embarrassment, happy to see that. “It’s a fun place,” Amanda told them. “We haven’t been often, but it’s good!” Amanda programmed the car, and Beth asked Carly, “So what’s it supposed to have?” “Burgers, shakes? I figure that’s a pretty casual first-date meal?” Beth nodded, “Yes, it is. Sounds like fun!” “There’s more, too, but you’ll see?” “Okay, I’ll trust you. But if this date doesn’t work out for activities, I’m in charge from here on out?” Beth liked Carly’s smile then, “Deal.” It wasn’t a long drive to the restaurant, “Now, I know you two would probably like a private dinner, but I think, for the time being, it would be good to have Nikki sit with you?” Amanda told them. “We already expected that, Grandma,” Carly told her as the car self-parked. “We’ll be careful in public not to have any extra shows of affection. As far as everyone else is concerned we may just be sisters?” Beth nodded, “We’re not looking to get people to notice us; we’ll be careful. And if I didn’t have Nikki with me while we’re out, Mom would kill me!” “Glad we understand each other,” Amanda said to the pair. She unbuckled her seatbelt, and Beth did the same. Amanda approached Carly’s side and helped her from the car seat even as Nikki opened Beth’s door and offered her a hand to help her out. Amanda handed Carly her backpack, and Beth gathered her purse. “Everything you need? I’ll come pick you up in a bit over an hour to drive you to the theater?” Amanda told them. “Do you want to just come in?” Beth asked her. “No, I want you two to be on your own as much as possible. Nikki won’t put nearly the crimp in your night, I would. Don’t worry about me; I’m meeting Fred and the kids down the road for our own meal.” Beth nodded and found it humorous as Carly led the way inside the restaurant. ‘First date with a Little?’ She shook her head. ‘First date with a sweetheart,’ she amended. They went through the door, which a helpful giant man held open for them, and Carly led the way to the hostess stand, where a Tweener hostess stood a little shorter than Beth. Carly stood in front of her and waved at her. Beth was surprised to see her ask Carly, “How many?” “Three? We have a reservation for Carly Slane?” The girl did look a little surprised at the reservation. Still, given the half-dozen couples and families standing around the entryway, Carly had been wise to make one. “Gotcha! Are you all here, sweetie?” Beth wasn’t thrilled with her talking down to Carly, but at least it wasn’t taunting. “Yes, we are,” Carly spoke clearly. Beth watched the tweener reach up and work to grab menus from a station that was a bit too high for her. “Do you want a high chair or a booster for her?” She asked Nikki. Beth was more annoyed then, but Nikki said, “Why don’t you ask her? She’s the one who made the reservation?” The girl’s fishmouth motions told Beth she had just been humoring the girl before, not realizing she was Carly! “Umm… What would you like?” She asked Carly. She sighed before saying, “A booster seat, please.” “Of course,” she said, grabbing and placing one under her arm from a pile. “Right this way!” The three followed her into the restaurant and sat inside a booth that looked to have been made of clay terracotta pots. I HAD GROWN up with Mama, absolutely loving old Broadway shows. Our booth was set in a circle around the center where a hungry-looking carnivorous plant made me think the old musical Little Shop of Horrors must have been transported to this dimension or maybe just been developed somehow here, too? We stood for a second at the booth as the waitress set the menus on the table before sliding the booster in a little ways and saying, “Enjoy your meal!” Beth helped me onto the bench, and I crawled into the booster seat. Its plastic rear-end shape seemed cavernous to my tiny body. It got me almost up to table level. ‘I might have been better off with the highchair?’ I tried not to think about that, though! Just after Beth climbed in after me and Nikki sat on the outer part of the circle on the other side, the carnivorous plant bent down. It gave each of us a long gaze before creepily ordering us, “Feeeeed Me!” I laughed at that, even though if real, the plant could have eaten me in one bite! “How have I not been here before?” Beth asked, “This is cool!” I turned and smiled at her, “I hoped you’d enjoy it!” She leaned over and hugged me sideways. We were going to be careful about public displays, but I looked like a toddler girl who would typically get hugs. That kept it from being a real concern, we figured! “What are you going to get?” Beth asked, opening the menu. I had to really work to unfold and hold the giant menu. Barely managing it like a crazy science fair board or something back home! “Well, their specialties are their burgers, and I thought a shake?” “Are those safe?” Beth asked me. “They have good reviews?” I told her. “I can check before you both have them,” Nikki said, “I have a test kit with me.” I felt my blood grow a little colder at the realization she was pretty sure poisoning was in the cards at some point! “I guess that’s a go for it?” Beth asked her. Nikki nodded, “It’s part of why I’m here, guys.” I shrugged, “Guess burger and a shake it is?” “What kind though?” Beth asked, pointing out that there were some absolutely absurd ones on the menu. “That one!” I said with a smile, having found mine! “Breakfast and a burger sounds like a winner!” Beth wrinkled her nose at the burger that came with a scrambled egg, bacon, and some mix of really spicy chile peppers! It had five peppers next to it, the hottest item listed on the menu. There was a boring version, too, but who would want that?!? “One of these days, you’re going to actually find something too spicy,” Beth said. I shrugged, “I have back home, but you all have yet to get close to my upper threshold. That last hot sauce at the contest was starting to get there?” “Wait, you’re both being serious?” Nikki asked. I nodded. “Carly may be the size of a baby, but she has fireproof tastebuds!” I smiled, “Thank you, Beth.” Right then, a Betweener waitress walked up dressed in a costume that looked like it was meant to be a baby costume. “Well, hewwo everyone! You doing okay tonight?” ‘Hewwo?’ I wondered. “Yes,” I said. “Great! I’m Petra, your waitress tonight! Can I get you started with any appetizers?” She looked at Nikki, who motioned towards us. “No thanks,” Beth and I said at the same time. “Do you need more time, or are you ready to order? We’re just about to start a set, so I need to get your food in if you want it sooner?” “We’re ready, I think,” Beth said. “Great! Let’s start with mommy?” Nikki rolled her eyes but decided not to correct her for some reason, “I’ll have the Mushroom Stuffed Burger?” “Which kind of cheese…?” She took the rest of her order, then made it over to Beth and finally me. “And for the cutie?” she asked Nikki. “Ask her? She’s actually a college student?” A quick double-take was had, but she smiled at me with a turn, “For you?” “Firey Breakfast Burger?” “Umm… sweetie, that’s really spicy?” “I hope so?” I smiled back, “I mean, I’d hate to think you put four peppers on something bland?” “Is she for real?” she looked at Nikki. “I’m serious. I can’t eat that thing.” “I wouldn’t bet against her,” Beth told her. “Oooookay, how would you like the egg on that?” I finished giving her the order, and we ensured she had our milkshake order. “How much you want to bet a bunch of people come out with popcorn to watch me die?” I giggled when she left. “No bets!” Beth said. “What’s with her costume? I can recognize our table looks like a show from back home. She looks like she’s dressed like a baby?” “It’s from Crib Chronicles,” Beth answered. “Basically, a bunch of babies singing about their lives throughout one day of their lives?” Nikki added. “It’s a cute show if it’s done right.” We were about to say something to each other when the restaurant lights dimmed. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the best Off-Forkway Stage there is! Tonight, we’re proud to present several numbers from musicals. The first is from the classic Witch!” I watched in the center of the room as a waitress in a witch costume who looked like Elphaba from Wicked began singing a song almost identical to the old song ‘Defying Gravity.’ There were a few twists and turns, but the melody and most of the lyrics were virtually identical. The waitress had some serious vocal chops, and she was joined by another waitress dressed as a Glinda character for a duet for much of it. At the end, the whole restaurant gave them the applause they deserved, and the volume of the conversations returned. After a while, our shakes arrived, and after Nikki gave us the all-clear, we started drinking what were delicious shakes! We were treated to a song from one that seemed like Annie before our food came out. “That was really good,” Beth said as the lights came up. “Yeah, they found some good vocalists,” I said. Right then, our waitress returned and must have heard my comment. “Why thank you, sweetheart. Do you sing?” I shrugged, “Not really. Played instruments growing up?” She nodded as she put a plate in front of me that was decorated with skulls made out of hot sauce in the front. “Are you sure you want this?” She asked me as she sat Beth’s down in front of her. I looked at the plate, saw a whole pepper, and decided to make a statement. BETH LOOKED ON with a cold pit in her stomach as Carly took the pepper larger than her hand and chomped the end of it off, staring at the waitress. Beth took a moment to look at the waitress and wanted to giggle at the look on her face. ‘She looks like she wants to dive in to save the little girl or something?’ Turning back to Carly, she swallowed, smiled, and asked, “Was that the mild part of the burger?” “Uh…” A man in a cape and a half-face mask approached the table and asked, “Do you need to order something else?” “Why? Do you have something spicier?” Carly said with a smile, munching on another piece of the pepper. “Actually, we do? But I meant something more Little friendly?” “I’ll have to try the spicier one sometime; what’s it called?” Beth giggled when the two finally left them to eat, and Carly began attacking what she could of the burger. It was bigger than her head, so she was definitely having to plan through how she was eating it! “You seriously don’t think that’s spicy?” Nikki asked. Carly shook her head. “No, we measure things in something called Scoville units back home. Mild is around zero to twenty thousand on the scale. I start to feel alive in the four-hundred thousand range. The hottest I’ve had was over a million of the units. I think this is probably in the sixty-thousand range.” “Why?” she asked. Carly shrugged, “Honestly, I think it’s related to the size of the peppers? Back home, the smaller the pepper, the spicier it is generally. To me, this is as large as a poblano, which is really mild,” she said while holding up another pepper that had fallen out of the burger. “How big is a spicy pepper to you?” Nikki asked. Carly held her fingers open between her thumb and first finger, not that wide. “This would be about the size of one called the Carolina Reaper—that one is pretty spicy. It was the hottest pepper about twenty or thirty years ago? There were some others that were pretty tasty, about the size of a pea?” She shook her head, “Okay, I’ll stop interrupting your night now,” she said, feeling guilty. “Nonsense,” Beth told her, “You’re eating dinner with us; you’re expected to talk, not just be a stone statue.” “I agree,” Carly said with a smile. “Got lucky with you,” she smiled at Beth. “Same,” Beth said. Right about then, they watched their waitress become the star for her number from Crib Chronicles, ‘Two Timing Diapers.’ It was a song all about a blowout of a diaper and the mess all over the baby. “Change Me Mommy!” She said the most iconic line, placing a pacifier in her mouth right after it and freezing in place. The whole restaurant cheered louder for her than they had any others! When it came time to deal with the check, the waitress started to give it to Nikki, but Carly said, “Please give it to me?” “Umm…?” “Carly, I can pay?” Beth said. “You can do the movie if you want?” Carly said, “I want to pay for dinner at least?” Beth didn’t want to make a scene, so she said, “Okay.” The check was handled through the typical ultra-thin check portfolio. Beth was a little surprised to see Carly easily navigate paying with her phone on the portfolio and noticed she still left a good tip despite the odd looks. “I’m surprised you didn’t take off for the comments,” Beth said as they walked out to the front, where Amanda was waiting for them. “Why? I know I look like a toddler now?” “True,” Beth agreed, sighing. I wonder if we can fix that for you?” Carly shrugged, “I’m not sure; I do know I have to be careful how much more editing we do if I’m ever going home…” WE WERE PRETTY quiet after being buckled into my seat, and Beth went to her booster seat before departing for a nearby theater that was its own complex. “Umm… So there’s a few movies showing that sounded interesting?” I told Beth, “Glens Den is an action-adventure flick, or Harlsgate, which is a Sci-Fi film?” “No romantic comedies tonight?” Beth teased. “We can if you want?” “Which would you rather see?” “I asked you first?” “Seriously, which sounds better?” She asked me. “I kind of thought the special effects would be cool in Harlsgate?” “Then let’s see it!” Beth said, grabbing my hand and holding it even as Grandma made the short trip to the movie theater. “I’ll be here when you guys get out. Make sure you stay with Nikki at all times!” Grandma said. “Oh, and someone needs to change you, Carly; you’re soaked?” I blushed as I realized I hadn’t even noticed! “We’ll change her as soon as we get inside,” Beth said. “Let me just get our tickets really quick!” Beth began using an app on her phone to purchase the tickets. I couldn’t see what she was doing before saying, “All good!” They entered the theater doors and discovered a station manned by HoloAttendants to check for admission. “Good evening, Miss. What show?” “Harlsgate?” Beth showed her the image from her phone. “I’m sorry, Miss, but children under twelve are not allowed in that movie?” She said, motioning to me. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! Please press the 'Like' Button and leave me a comment! This week, I made a hard decision to pull my works from WattPad. 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I have suffered with Nocturia for some time now - an irritating side effect of an enlarged prostate and just getting old. I probably have to wake to pee two or three times a night. Often I struggle to get back to sleep and have been losing a lot of sleep as a result. I use diapers during the day now because I suffer with urge incontinence, which came on as a result of the enlarged prostate worsened by a stroke. I'd not taken to wearing diapers at night (recreational purposes aside!!) because I was still getting to the loo without peeing the bed. However - a chat with my doctor revealed something that was blindingly obvious really: although I wasn't peeing the bed, I was experiencing massive stress as I was waking up bursting for a pee and needing to rush to the loo, barely making it. It was this stress that was leaving me wide awake and hence preventing me getting back to sleep. Wearing protection may prevent the stress, I was told. The results are clear - I definitely get more and better sleep if I wear a diaper. I wake, I pee, I sleep! Sleep is so important and wearing a diaper has really improved my nights. Fatigue is a real problem since my stroke and this has probably been the most effective measure I've found so far. I'm not one of those who wants to lose control, I've always been happy to keep my diaper 'hobby' separate to my day-to-day existence, but with my current health 'challenges' wearing diapers has made my life less stressful and better day and night. I was going to post this in the medical incontinence thread, but thought that Nocturia is a more general problem. Also - if you're looking for an excuse to wear at night!!

I actually had to check the date, because I thought it was a late 90s song, and yes.i know I'm spoofing the title... But.. You've Got To Fight For Your Right To Potty

Lucy use your little brain and your vampire speed and get out. This person is not a nice person she is a very bad person a running and walking Red Flag. I think Lucy needs to talk to Victoria later about Nia's behavior if she thinks this is a good person for Lucy to date. Stay tuned: Team human = Mommy Team Wolf = Big Sister

A very wet Nothshore Megamax Airlock with one booster.

How long does it take to become addicted to pacifiers: I think it depends on how much you use it. I've been sleeping with a pacifier most nights for a few years now. Not every night, but 1-2 to 7 nights a week. I still don't depend on a pacifier to sleep most nights. Some nights I can't fall asleep without a pacifier in my mouth. Other nights I can't sleep with a pacifier in my mouth. But I have days and nights when I really long for or need a pacifier to suck on if I have a panic attack, anxiety or feel sad, alone or little.

Diaperdays All my troubles seems so far away Now it looks though they’er here to stay Oh, I believe in diaperdays

Hi! Thanks Never had thought about it before, I'd heard of diaper fetishes before but it didn't interest me. How am I finding it? Well there's been twice that I found it to be very convenient lol, so that's a bonus! It's hard not to be distracted by it while I'm out of the house, I feel pretty self-conscious but that's gotten a little easier since I've started. The sexy aspects of it are great...when I have my personal time all the embarrassment I've felt during the day pushes me to new heights of pleasure so that's awesome. Sometimes it's surreal, like I take a step back and like, holy fuck, what am I getting myself into?

When I get richer (when I retire after decades of work) I want a big rocking horse that I can ride in my poopie diapers. 😂😍😎

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The Star Wars edition.

Honestly, L4B has a reputation for getting angry and defiant in the face of community backlash. Let's not forget the Twitter war he waged over the whole TG nonsense. That dude is NOT the type to back down over being yelled at on social media. The only way this shakes out is if he gets sued, IMO.

Kuchi Kopi from Bob's Burgers

Great line! The back and forth between Herb and Julia is classic, Rita and Vickie have sorted things out, and the great reveal is now on the horizon. How are all these women going to react when they finally learn the truth?

Chapter Fifteen Daniel fumed to himself, letting his thundercloud of frustration carry him through the halls of the university. Nobody stopped him, and nobody got in his way–he got a few looks, but his foul mood kept away any further bullying. He was going to have to deal with those girls again–they’d caught the scent of weakness on him. He’d almost had them off his back, almost clear of the trouble. Everyone knew the best way to shed a bully was to stand your ground and show you didn’t care, and he’d been so close to that goal…and then Jen had gone and shoved her nose in where it didn’t belong. Even if she had good intentions, she’d just set him up for weeks of further harassment. “Idiot,” he muttered to himself, though he couldn’t have said who the word was directed at–Jen, for stoking his bullying problem, or himself, for putting himself in that position to begin with. Storming past the great hall where students had begun to find seats for lunch, he paused. He was starving, more than ready for a meal. He could look for his coven and try to sit with them, get a bite, vent to some of the girls who'd been friendly, but instead he continued past. Putting the whole school behind him, he ducked down a side hall in the direction of his dorm room. He only went halfway down the hall, instead turning to knock on a very particular door. His gesture was met with giggles. “You know, the knocking doesn't really help with anything,” Ismella pointed out. “What are you going to do, walk in on me while I'm changing?” Daniel shrugged, pursing his lips. “It's the principle of the matter–and for the record, this is my second time coming to visit you.” Ismella didn't respond for a couple seconds. “Thanks.” “Can I come in?” He asked, gesturing to the door. “Or are you not decent?” “That’s mean.” “But you just–” “Only ghosts get to make ghost jokes.” She waited just long enough to make Daniel think he might have genuinely upset her before giggling again. “Come in, dummy.” He pushed open the door to the defunct classroom, pulling up a chair and leaning back. “How have you been?” “Hell if I know. Ghost memory, remember?” Daniel thumped the palm of his hand against his forehead–she couldn't sort her long term memories, of course she wouldn't be able to answer that. “Right. Sorry, I just…never know what to say when I'm small talking.” “So…skip the small talk.” Her voice didn't sound like it was coming from a specific point, but Daniel still got the sense that she'd leaned herself against the desk at the front of the room. Daniel almost cut straight to asking about the mysterious voice he heard, but his mouth started running before he knew why he wanted to say it. “I'm so fucking sick of people treating me like I'm incompetent.” He blinked, catching up with his own words, but once he got up to speed he kept going. “Like, I know I'm not the best at fine control, but I'm not helpless, I'm not some baby bird that needs its mommy just to eat.” Realizing the setup he'd put down, he waited for the inevitable “baby” joke, but none came. Ismella waited for a moment, and when he didn't continue, she asked, “What happened?” “I was in the library with Jen,” he explained. “Do you remember her? Glasses, big blue eyes, always has that scarf–she was with me when I overheard the voice.” “I still haven't been able to remember that,” Ismella admitted. “Sorry–I did try, though, I promise.” “Eh, it's alright,” Daniel said, leaning back a bit further in the chair, pushing the front legs off the ground so he could recline. “It doesn't matter. We'd been trying to get into the restricted section, but after we gave up and I left, these other girls started giving me shit.” “Oh, yeah. Bullies suck–and, don't take this the wrong way, but you're kind of an easy target.” “I know, and that's…whatever. I don't care. But I was handling it, until Jen decided to intervene, and just–you know how bullies work, right? Stand up to them, they leave you alone, but now it looks like I have to run crying to someone else for help every time I'm in trouble.” “What did she do?” Ismella asked, voice seeming closer than it had a moment before. “She just…kinda got in their faces, told them to leave me alone,” Daniel explained, shrugging. “It's not how she did it, it's that she did it.” He felt a slight tingle on his shoulder, like a gentle touch. “I'm sure she was just trying to help.” “Yeah, well, that's the thing. I didn't need her help, I didn't want her help, but she just assumed I couldn't take care of myself.” He shrugged his shoulder, brushing off her phantom touch. “I don't need her to fight my battles. I don't need my coven to act like I can't hack it, either. Everyone at this school either thinks I'm useless, or they hate me, or both.” The room fell silent, and the pins-and-needles contact faded. “I don't think you're useless.” He couldn't help but smile. “Hey, you don't know any tricks for getting into the restricted section of the library, do you?” “I'm a third year,” Ismella explained, managing to sound like she was shrugging. “Or…I was. I didn't need any tricks.” Daniel snorted. “That tracks with my luck.” “Hmm?” “I have a third year friend’,” Daniel explained, “But you’re the one person in the school who’s probably least able to help me get into the library.” “Oh…yeah. I'm sorry I can't help more.” She'd fallen quiet, or perhaps moved to be distant, it was hard to tell. “It's okay, it's not your fault,” Daniel assured her, sitting forward. “Just…” He glanced down, frowning. His watch read 12:46, well over halfway through his lunch period. “Oh, hell,” he said, getting to his feet. So much for having plenty of time. “I'm going to be late.” “What's your next class?” “P.E.,” he replied. “‘Voxavin Practice’, I guess, so I’ll be learning what that is.” Excited, Ismella quickly asked, “You’ve never seen Voxavin?” “I mean, I’m aware of it, but I never watched much sports,” Daniel began. “It’s like, group dueling, kind of, right?” “I mean, if rugby is group wrestling, sure,” she said. “It's–it’s the best. If you see Penny, tell her I said hi, okay?” Daniel nodded, shifting from foot to foot. “I will, but I really need to go. See you soon?” “Please,” she replied. “It…gets boring here.” He nodded, rushing to the door. “Oh, Daniel,” Ismella added, interrupting him before he could leave. Glancing over his shoulder, he asked, “Yeah?” “I can see your diaper under your skirt, you, um…might want to do something about that.” Blushing, Daniel pulled down at the hem of his garment, trying not to direct his frustration at Ismella. “Thanks…” Hurrying out the door, he looked left and right, trying to make a quick decision. He was starving, he needed a change, and his next class was coming up fast. There wasn't time to deal with all three, he'd have to skip a meal, skip a diaper change, or be late to class. He was already on thin ice with the faculty, and his stomach was growling furiously at the mere idea of skipping a meal, so… Grumbling, he turned left, speedwalking towards the great hall. He needed lunch. Besides–he was wet, but it's not like he'd soaked the thing to capacity. There was barely any smell, and unless someone got a good look at the wetness indicator stripe, he doubted they'd notice. (Right?) Checking that the coast was clear, he walked out of the side hall and pushed open the double doors, rushing inside. Meals worked on a conveyor system, plates of food floating down a current of power across the long bench tables that cut across the dining hall. Hopping up the nearest available spot where he could reach without leaning over someone, Daniel snagged a plate with a couple slices of pizza. He folded the first in half, eating it in a handful of bites, mindful of the moments slipping by. While he hurried through the meal, he heard another set of doors fly open and glanced over. Cassandra rushed in, mirroring Daniel’s own haste, scooping up an available sandwich and devouring it in huge, hungry bites. The two of them made eye contact, sharing a brief moment of acknowledgement before returning to their respective face-stuffing. With six minutes to spare, he tossed down the empty plate, just in time for Cassie to rush past him to the door. Jogging to follow, he kept a hand on his plain pointed hat so that it wouldn’t blow away as he asked, “Do you know the way?” She shrugged. “Sorta?” They ran down the hall together, puffing for breath. “Well at least we'll both be late together,” he said, struggling to keep up–he wanted to blame his speed on having shorter legs than Cassie, and the heavy diaper chafing and rubbing between his thighs didn't help, but mostly he just wasn't much of a cardio person. Or a weight lifting person. Or a stretching person. Or a– He just wasn't an active person, really. Daniel managed to keep up with Cassie as they jogged down the austere university halls, weaving through other girls who were on their way to their own classes. They made it, barely. The marble hallway split out into a wide V, with open archways instead of walls separating them from the university’s athletics complex. On the other side of the open archways were bleacher-style stairs that went down, offering both seating and a walking path to get down to a lower level, punctuated by ramps every forty feet or so. Seven hexagonal sections were arranged below, each roughly the size of a pair of tennis courts set side-to-side, marked with chalk lines in a labyrinthian pattern. Each hexagon would be a Voxavin court, though with no barriers between them, it seemed that they would have a lot of interference from adjacent games. Each court had also been prepared with several large barrels marked with red hazard symbols, which made Daniel think of every arcade game ever, half-expecting that the barrels would explode at a glance. Fourteen sets of girls waited in the hexagons–separated into two teams in each–and a quick glance told Daniel that these were all covens. Six girls were in each team, save for one cluster off to the far left, where four familiar faces were waiting for the rest of their coven to arrive. Hopping down the stairs two at a time, he scrambled alongside Cassie to catch up with their group before the bell struck one. “What were you two doing?” Hazel asked, as the final pair of their coven ran into their hex, panting and wheezing as they caught their breaths. “Lost track of time,” Cassie panted. “Got sidetracked,” Daniel confirmed. “You two move fast,” Manju added, snickering. Mathilde groaned, but Daniel just rolled his eyes, blowing off the comment. “We weren’t doing things together, we just ran into each other because we were both late to getting food,” he explained, glancing at Cassie, who wore a rather pronounced blush. “Right?” Nodding, Cassandra added, “Yeah, I just forgot some books and then when I went back to get them I kinda spaced. We weren’t–yeah.” “Oh, hey, sorry,” Manju said quickly. “I was just–I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable.” Cassie shrugged, looking over to the end of the athletics compound, where a tall, slightly overweight woman wearing a light top and yoga pants under her uniform skirt stepped up. “It’s fine.” “Shh, class is starting,” Asami added, turning to fully face their teacher. Catherine Glinse cleared her throat, reaching up to tap her wand–a simple wooden thing that’d been painted with the school’s colors–to her throat, before beginning to speak words that were conveyed to every student's ears with volume and clarity. “Welcome to Voxavin,” she announced. “The most important class of your life.” ... Taxes ended up being a big problem this year, with a major bill being sent my way that totally wiped out my savings. If you're able to pitch in a little support, I'd very much appreciate it. 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Oh the suspense continues….

I find it interesting that no one has asked why they stole the diapers. There are a bunch of diapered fellows who would be happy to help with the diaper changes! I also liked how Spats volunteered to let Ian use his wood chipper! The wood chipper would be too good for them. I think I will hold out on anymore judgments on Sarah until after the big reveal. Way too many assumptions right now by everyone. Great stuff as always!

Chapter 13 : The Holidays… Welcome back, my JJ Little Diaper Babies. I do apologize for what happened at the end of the last chapter. I must have dozed off in the middle of writing the ending. There was supposed to be a discussion about what the next chapter was going to be about, but I was so tired that I just fell asleep in my chair. And now…oh…Daddy just checked my diapey and told me that I need a changie. Maybe you should use this time to get yourself into a fresh diapey while my daddy changes me. I’m coming, daddy. Be right back my JJ Littles… In a fresh diapey? Daddy changed me into a JJ Cozy Crinklez (coming soon!). And let me tell you, my JJ Fam. There’s nothing more comforting than being changed into a fresh diaper. Now, where was I when I took an unexpected nap before ending the last chapter? Oh yes! With October about to happen, the holidays were just around the corner. Two months later, I was walking through the King of Prussia Mall with my twin sister Jen. And…what? You wanted a recap of what happened during the last couple of months? To be fair, two months is a lot of time to cut out, considering how fast my life had changed from Diaper Girl turning me into a popular streamer overnight. Well, not overnight exactly. It took about a month for my following to grow in totally insane numbers. Okay. Since you are all such a nice audience, I will give all of you babies an early Christmas present. You get an exhaustive and unabridged recap of every key event that has happened from October to December. Then, we will discuss the fun events leading up to Christmas and New Year’s. You are all very welcome, my JJ Little Besties… To offer you a short version of my next meeting with my therapist, I gave her my list of all the baby things that I needed to be in my little space. In doing this, she also suggested the idea of me making subtle changes to my clothing so that I would look more like a Little without being blatantly obvious. That would clearly mean no onesie body suits. No footed sleepers. No pacifier with clip hanging off of the collars of my clothing. But I could dress in pastel colors and wear cutesy outfits that would make it very easy for me to enter my little space. She also suggested that I only wear ABDL diapers, as no one would really notice what diapers I was wearing underneath, due to me wearing skirts most of the time at this point. I could wear onesies underneath my tops and skirts, but I felt that this would make more sense with pants or overalls as it would make diaper changes a little more difficult. Having to unsnap the three crotch buttons before removing the diaper was too tedious for me in most situations so I preferred to just have a skirt covering my diaper. All I needed to do was lift up the skirt, remove the diaper, and change. Very easy. And if you are a guy, I am very sorry. This is definitely a case where being a female does have its advantages. There was, however, one thing that I told my therapist, and that was my relationship with Gary. For my dates with him, I still had at least 30 to 40 pink Trest diapers on hand, as I always had the custom of showing him my diaper bag (main compartment only, as I had a few pacifiers in some smaller pouches. Whenever I wasn’t on dates with Gary, I stuffed a changing mat inside, as I knew a lot of family restrooms that I could use for my diaper changes. And over the days that have passed since my first appointment with Dr. Stillman, I have been talking to Glytter a lot more often about little space and how to manage it. One of my more interesting conversations happened right after my second appointment with Dr. Stillman. I entered 2202 and entered my bedroom in the apartment. BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! I checked my cell phone and I saw Glytter on the Caller ID. There was no picture of her yet, as Glytter was very shy about her appearance. I swiped the answer button. “Hi Glytter!” “Hi Jill! How did your appointment go with your therapist!” I smiled as I was reaching for the pacifier that I had in my front pocket. I pulled it out and gave it a few quick sucks. “It was good. We talked about the night that I got drunk and had the traumatic accident in more detail.” “Oh! You told me about that! See? Now that makes a lot more sense than wine causing permanent incontinence. So, how are you doing with a little space?” I twirled a few strands of hair around my fingers. “It’s going wonderful. I already told you that my sister has to support my treatment. But I have a very weird question for you.” “Weird? I’ve heard many things from many people, Jill. Nothing you tell me is going to be too weird.” My face turned red as I hesitated for a few seconds. “Um…Glytter? I was thinking of trying to mess my diaper on purpose to help me into my little space. How do you get past the gross out factor?” I heard Glytter laughing on the other end. “Jill…You are talking to someone who is totally used to doing that. When I mess, there are often times that I don’t even notice until I begin smelling it. And when that happens, it’s no different than peeing. It’s just me saying ‘Yup. I messed another diaper!’ I do advise you that you don’t stay in a messed diaper for too long. A little while is okay, but you do want to get out of it as soon as possible. I guess that it has never really been gross to me, as I have been pooping my diapers since I was a baby. I guess I’m that used to it. But from my other friends in the community, they just tell me that you get used to it. And even stranger than that, you get used to the smell. I myself have gotten used to the smell of my messes so it sometimes takes daddy to notice it before he changes me.” I nodded and sighed. “I wish that Gary could be my daddy. Does your daddy live with you?” “He doesn’t live with me yet, as I made it clear that we would not be sharing the same room until we are married. He does come over a lot during the daytime. We’re planning the wedding and it’s going to be in February, about three weeks before CAPCon.” I frowned. “CAPCon? What is CAPCon?” “What is CAPCon, Jill? Only the best ABDL conference ever! I’ve been to four CAPCons so far. It would’ve been five, but they cancelled it in 2021 due to COVID…Do you want to go to CAPCon 2024? Tickets go on sale in January. I know this since I am planned to be a speaker at this CAPCon. I can get us a room with two queen beds. It would be me, daddy, TinyTrish, and you. What do you say, Jill?” I smiled. I had no idea that a conference for ABDL’s actually existed. While my sister would not have any part in this event at all, it would be a wonderful way to dive deeper into my little space and meet a lot more Little friends. “Sure Glytter! Let me know when registration goes live in January!” “I will! You are going to LOVE CAPCon, Jill. Little space is normal there, so you can be your sweet baby self! I kid you not. There are Littles that are walking around in just T-shirts and diapers. They can do that, just as long as they’re wearing something that is covering their privates. I will be wearing my cute onesies, and you’ll finally get a face reveal!” I nodded. I couldn’t even imagine what Glytter actually looked like, considering that her voice sounded just like a child’s. If no one knew who Glytter was, they would think that they’re just speaking to a little girl over the phone. If I were to guess, her voice sounded just like a three-year-old’s...If a three-year-old was very articulate and had an adult’s vocabulary… “Sounds fun, Glytter! Well, I will try messing my diaper today and I’ll let you know how that goes. I also need to get ready for my stream today. Yesterday’s was crazy. 300,000 bits donated over the course of the whole stream! I can’t believe how different my life is now. I mean, I still feel like a normal person, even though everyone makes a big deal out of me…” “And that’s great, Jill. Don’t let the fame go to your head. Just look at it with humility. You still feeling normal is a wonderful way to handle it. You may not have gotten that anchor job, but wow. You are so blessed!” This made me cry a little bit. “I know. I have such a wonderful community. Now, I’m getting hangry. I’ll talk to you later. Bye!” After my conversation with Glytter, I made a trip to Walgreens to purchase some laxatives. If I was going to shit myself, I wanted to shit myself good…I bought a couple boxes of suppositories and entered my bedroom. I opened the box and stuck one into my butt and followed all the directions. About 45 minutes later, I felt a stinging pain in my abdomen and a loud churning sound. The pressure was building up and becoming more and more intense. Finally, I could not hold in my bowels anymore and everything released all at once. I heard a loud fart as the back of my diaper was quickly filling up with a stinky mass. I cringed as I stood up, feeling the warm and gooey mass stick to myself as I walked around my bedroom. I then noticed the smell, which almost made me gag. What did I just do? As I began to immediately experience remorse over my explosively messy accident, I suddenly felt a warmth rushing into myself and felt the diaper begin to swell and expand between my legs. I was used to that, but I wasn’t used to messing myself at all. I spent the next 20 minutes changing my horrifyingly messy diaper. For some added context, all I want you to do is imagine your messiest accident and then multiply it by 10. That’s about what I experienced. Fortunately, there were no blowouts, but if I had had one more explosion, there most certainly would have been. Besides that messy diaper, the more fun part of my day was playing through all of the 2D Mario Games before Super Mario Bros. Wonder came out on October 20th. Considering how I wanted to beat every single 2D Mario game 100%, I needed to have two bonus streams on Saturday (October 7th and October 14th) to allow enough time to do this. During the first week, I played through Super Mario Bros., Super Mario Bros. 2 (Lost Levels), Super Mario Bros. 2 (US), Super Mario Bros. 3, Super Mario World, Super Mario Land 1, Super Mario Land 2, and started New Super Mario Bros. for the rest of Thursday, all of Friday, and all of Saturday. In preparation for this 2D Mario Marathon, I watched speedrun videos of all of the Mario games that I have already played. Since New Super Mario Bros. and all the other games were brand new to me, I didn’t watch any of the speedruns as I did not want to spoil the gameplay. This, however, had no impact on my performance as I was able to figure out New Super Mario Bros. blind, considering how many other Mario Games I have already played. Every one of the 947 people watching were astounded at how good I was at platforming and recommended that I try out some Mario Maker levels. Upon hearing this suggestion, I declined the chat’s suggestions as I wanted to finish all of the 2D Mario Games in time for Super Mario Bros. Wonder. For week two, I finished New Super Mario Bros., New Super Mario Bros. Wii, and New Super Mario Bros. 2. For New Super Mario Bros. Wii, I HATED 9-7 as I was always falling through the ice trying to get the last Star Coin. I spent about 20 minutes on that level before finally securing a victory. And don’t get me started on New Super Mario Bros. 2. Getting to one million coins was a pain in the butt and after finally doing it, I never wanted to collect a stinking coin again. Seriously. One million coins was one million headaches for Jillian Jennings. Finally, for week three, I spent all of Monday through Thursday trying to 100% New Super Mario Bros. U. On Wednesday, Superstar Road 2 and Superstar Road 6 can just kiss my ass, as I spent so many lives trying to beat these levels. The first levels had a million P-Switches that I had to time perfectly and the second level had so many fire bars that I had to dodge. But you know what? I did it! And on Thursday, I followed that shell in Superstar Road 9 and got all three Star Coins. I beat it! Every 2D Mario Game with about four hours to spare. And just in time to see my Twitch audience finally climb to over 1,000. 1,067 people watched me spend the rest of the stream playing Animal Crossing: New Horizons, since I didn’t want to start New Super Luigi U until I at least 100% beat Super Mario Bros. Wonder. When I completed New Super Mario Bros. U, the fireworks began. Lamtastic was totally awesome, and he gifted 100 Subs! Then there was 1,000-bit donations given out left and right. Then two more rounds of 50 gift subs! After that, a few more donated 10,000 bits a piece. This brought the Hype Train to a Level 21, and it was still climbing. Overall, the Hype Train just completed Level 24 and a total of 348,122 bits and 254 subs were gifted. If you were to do some quick math, I made another $4,000 during that Hype Train alone since every one of those gift subs were Tier 1’s. Before I get to the WONDERful new Mario game, it would be worth mentioning the new things that I have been doing to better promote my little space. As the days went by, I decided on skirts that had light and colorful pastels. My tops were all typically white with colored stripes to contrast the multi-colored pastels that could be found on my skirts. I wore thigh high socks with the colored stripes usually matching my top. I made two simple pigtails with the tips of them almost resting just above the underside of my elbow joints. From my new look, I got a lot of positive remarks and was often told by chat just how cute I was. What they didn’t know was that I wanted to look little and in my own mind, I was just a three-year-old girl with cute pigtails that still needed to wear diapers. Only Glytter knew the real reason behind my new style choices which I secretly called “ABDL Chic”. My Glytter pacifier was zipped in my purse, just waiting to be sucked on during my streaming breaks, which I also used to change my diaper. To match my new look, Glytter redesigned all of the Jillian emotes with me in my simple hair tied pigtails that rested on both my elbows (although I sometimes did Dutch braided pigtails if I was in a more creative mood). The other thing worth mentioning was that I started a new YouTube channel on October 2nd called Jillian in Diapers. This was an ABDL channel that I started to share my little space with other ABDL’s and address a lot of different ABDL related topics. The launch of this channel happened as a result of binge watching a bunch of different ABDL channels after getting back from my first therapy session with Dr. Stillman. From what I saw, I felt that I could begin comfortably sharing my little space with everyone. After announcing it on Discord, I ended up gaining 103,456 subscribers on the first day. And along with the five videos that I already had ready to go, Jillian in Diapers was off to a good start. By the time that I got to the day where I started Super Mario Bros. Wonder. Jillian in Diapers had 323,578 subscribers and was outperforming my JillianPlays YouTube channel, which only had 273,361 subscribers. I was already making $12,850.50 off of Jillian in Diapers. I was still making twice as much off of JillianPlays overall since I started it earlier on. And one more thing, my JJ Little Besties. Having had a rather unpleasant experience from trying laxatives to make myself mess my diapers, I decided to give that a few more tries. To my surprise, it began to feel less and less gross every time that I did it. I don’t think that the grossness went away, but that I was sinking deeper and deeper into my little space. After 20 or more messings in about a week and a half, I was starting to get to the point where it just didn’t bother me anymore. If I had to shit, I just did it then and there in my diaper with very minimal effort. I really couldn’t help it since I was just a diaper baby. I never bothered to use the toilet anymore, and I found it quite weird to stare at as I was getting ready after taking showers. That got me thinking about taking baths, as I wanted to feel as little as possible. And not just any bath, I needed bath toys and my very own rubber ducky. All this would come in due time. In getting back to the Super Mario Bros. Wonder game, I really enjoyed it. It was a fresh new 2D Mario experience, compared to all the other 2D Mario games that I just finished playing. I loved the variety of all the different characters that I could choose from, and I found myself swapping characters and badges constantly just to try them all out. And everyone, can I just take a moment to tell you how CUTE the singing piranha plants are? I’m glad that I had to do that level more than once, since I missed a hidden exit that had the other Wonder Seed. I was having so much fun with this game that I lost track of time. And before I knew it, my stream time ran out. That night, I saw my sister putting the finishing touches on our Halloween costumes for the Mario Kart streaming night. I wanted to be Princess Peach, but at my sister’s suggestion, I ended up being Princess Daisy. And from the Mario Kart races that I have seen and a few Princess Daisy videos, my personality seems to match Princess Daisy a lot more. I was a lot more tomboyish and outspoken like Daisy, and my twin sister Jen was quieter and more reserved like Princess Peach was. Because of our costume choices, Gary decided to be Luigi and Joey decided to be Mario, since both of those romantic pairings were known in the Mario universe. Mario and Peach were a pair, as well as Luigi and Daisy, which were also a pair. For the October 28th Mario Kart night, Trisha would be dressed up as Female Villager and Bradley would be dressed up as Male Villager. Mark dressed up as Link. In the week leading up to Saturday’s Halloween Mario Kart night, I had a frustrating time trying to complete one of the special stages in Super Mario Bros. Wonder. It was a level where I had to “climb to the beat”. This was a harder version of the level that I already did where I had to jump, jump, jump like crazy across all the colored platforms before they disappeared. What made this level so hard was that I had to wall jump up the entire level to a beat that was getting progressively faster. And I couldn’t dawdle, as a pit of poison was gradually rising up with the beat that kept getting faster. Because of this level alone, I ended up spending the remainder of Monday’s stream trying to complete the level, but to no avail. It wasn’t until Tuesday that I finally beat that level. My JJ Little Besties, while I didn’t directly swear on stream, I was very clearly saying this in my head: Fuck this level. I actually got all the large purple coins, the Wonder Seed, AND the flagpole and I never want to do this level AGAIN!!! The rest of the levels were not that difficult by comparison. Even the remaining special levels were not that bad. The Bowser in this game was a cake walk, as I only had to dodge his note Piranha Plants and spike balls by getting out of the way. I learned this from New Super Mario Bros. Wii. The only other level that I had difficulty getting through was the very last special level in Super Mario Bros. Wonder. While I just got to the level towards the end of the stream, I couldn’t even get to the first checkpoint before the stream ended. On Friday, I spent almost the entire stream trying to get through the level. I started the level with 99 lives and after burning through 74 of them, I finally beat the level, luckily reaching the flagpole (thank God). What helped me the most in being able to beat the level was bringing a reserve powerup with me and using it at the right part of the level. This got me through a very hard part of the level and to the final checkpoint. I enjoyed the last badge of the game, and grinded a few more coins to get all the remaining standees that I missed. With that, Super Mario Wonder was 100% beat within a week of me starting it. I felt so accomplished. I wonder if this is the kind of feeling that Gary has every time that he completes a video game? Anyway, my reputation for 100% completing games has attracted more followers to my channel and it gave me an idea for a new special segment for my JillianPlays YouTube channel. Saturday came around and to prepare for that day, both Jen and I dyed our hair. I dyed my hair orange to look like Princess Daisy. Jen dyed her hair blonde to look like Princess Peach. After we got the right hair color, we styled the hair to look just like each of the princesses. Jen even made crowns for each one of our costumes. And the orange dress that she made for Princess Daisy looked just like the one that she wore in the game. Jen even got the green Daisy earrings, orange slippers, and white gloves. Fully clad in my Daisy costume, I began belting out her oh so annoying catchphrase: “HI I’M DAISY!!!” Jen had pink slippers for her Princess Peach costume, and even had a pink parasol as an extra accessory. Both our costumes were based off of the versions in Super Smash Bros. Ultimate, and we both looked amazing in them. Later on, we got to see how all the other costumes turned out. Both Gary and Joey decided to grow out their moustaches since the weekend that we went to Twins Days, so they both had an outstanding moustache for Mario and Luigi. Neither of their costumes disappointed either, as Gary’s Luigi had a very authentic looking Luigi hat. He had a green shirt, white gloves, blue overalls, and brown work shoes. And since Gary was just a little taller than Joey, he was just born to be Luigi. Joey’s overalls were a slightly lighter blue to match Mario’s overalls color. Like Gary, he had the authentic Mario hat with white gloves and brown work shoes. The costumes were just amazing. Jen and I took pictures of the “Mario Brothers” while Gary and Joey took pictures of Jen and I as Princess Peach and Princess Daisy. When Bradley and Trisha got there, they took pictures of the four of us standing together. Mark then arrived sporting a fairly decent Link. That night, we played some more Mario Kart, while enjoying some pizza and some Halloween candy that we had for dessert. Like before, I didn’t see Trisha use the bathroom once for anything. I used the bathroom once to change into a new diaper (and suck on my pacifier pretending that I was Baby Daisy). Since Trisha’s Female Villager costume had her wearing a red dress, her diaper was not noticeable if she was wearing one at all. Everyone else used the bathroom, which made Trisha stick out like a sore thumb. Of everyone who got first place that night, I got first with Daisy. Trisha got first with Female Villager. Jen then got first with Peach. It was no surprise that both Gary and Joey got first a handful of times that night, as they do every Mario Kart night. After a satisfying night of playing Mario Kart in our festive Halloween costumes and eating a ton of Halloween candy, we all called it a night. Everyone left. It was now time to go to bed. Their timing was perfect, as Jen gave me a strange look. “Jill!” Jen sighed. “I think you need a new diapey!” I sniffed around myself and discovered the strong odor that Jen was already aware of before I was. At this point, I was so used to the smell that I didn’t even realize that I messed myself. I might have done so out of muscle memory just as they were leaving. “Oh. Well, I guess I need to change now…” Jen shrugged her shoulders. “Jill, you just messed in your diaper. I would think that you would be more upset about it.” I smiled. “Really, I’m not. Like peeing, I’m getting very used to messing at this point…” Jen gave me a teasing smile. “Your little space, right?” I nodded. “I’ve been pretending that I’m a baby whenever I’m messing my diaper now. I believe that this is starting to happen subconsciously now. My body knows when I am going to poop so I just begin to act like baby…” At that moment, I was overcome with a strong urge to suck on my pacifier, so I got my pacifier and began to suck on it like a lollipop. I then began to make loud cooing sounds. And, oh…the little space was on me so strong that I could not speak another intelligible word to my sister for the rest of the night. Any attempt to speak to her just sounded like baby babble. I was also unable to stand. My legs wobbled as I lost balance and fell on the floor, landing on my cushioned diapered butt. I crawled over to my sister and shook my pink Simba glass feeding bottle in a crying fit. Jen sighed and grabbed my bottle. “Second time this week. Baby Jilly is in her baby trance…” Jen has already called Dr. Stillman about me being in what she called a “baby trance”. For that, Dr. Stillman recommended that she took care of me like I was a baby. With that, Jen helped me get to my room with my baby bottle and she removed my Princess Daisy dress, gloves, crown, earrings, and slippers. I was getting all fussy while she was doing all of this. Jen then was tasked with having to change me out of my stinky diaper. I made it none the easier since I wanted to crawl away from her while she tried to change me. Frustrated, she pinned me to the changing mat while she cleaned all the yucky mess off of me. About 20 wipes later, I was all clean. But I was really throwing a fit now since I wanted my baa baa. Knowing this, Jen hurried as she treated a rashy area with some Aquaphor and powdered a new Animooz diaper. She firmly pinned me down and stuck a pacifier in my mouth to stop me from whining. She put me in my Rearz Little Monsters footed sleeper and clipped my Glytter pacifier on my collar. She then guided me to my bed and began feeding me my baa baa that I wanted so badly. Surprisingly, Jen looked calm and not upset. “There you go,” she said, speaking to me in a sing-song voice. “There’s my little Jilly Bean…You feel better?” Something looked different about my twin sister. It was almost like she was enjoying her motherly role. “There. You drank all your milk. Now I need to burp you. Here…” She gave me a few pats on the back and I let out a few belches. “There! Did Jilly have her burpies? Time for bed, my Jilly Bean…” Jen got me into my bed and tucked me in. At this point, I thought that my sister was leaving, but she wasn’t done. Instead, she found a bedtime story on her cell phone and she read it to me. “Remember this one, Jilly?” My sister said in her motherly voice. “This was our favorite bedtime story when we were little…Well, you’re still my little baby so you’re going to enjoy it! It’s called ‘Goodnight Moon’. Do you see all the pictures? Yeah. I see you do…” Jen read the lines of the first seven pages showing me each picture before flipping to the next page. “In the great green room…” she read, flipping the page. “There was a telephone…And a red balloon…And a picture of…The cow jumping over the moon. See the moon, Jilly?” As my twin sister began reading the later pages, I fell asleep. When she saw that I did this, she gave me a gentle hug and whispered her goodnight to me: “Goodnight, my Jilly Bean. See you in the morning!” The next thing that I remembered was it being two in the morning. At this point, I was completely snapped out of my “baby trance”. I will have to apologize to my sister for my infantile behavior in the morning. In the morning, I did just that to my sister. Surprisingly, she didn’t look upset. “Jill, don’t worry about it.” Jen told me. “That was the second time it happened, and I already spoke to Dr. Stillman after it happened the first time. She told me that when you are experiencing a regression episode, it is my job to take care of you. I need to help you in that situation to help in healing your inner child. Really Jill. It’s okay. I think of it as wonderful practice for when I have an actual child someday.” I gave her a sigh of relief. “Thanks.” During that next week, I spent most of it playing through New Super Luigi U., which was a bonus pack that served as an add-on to New Super Mario Bros. U. For Friday, I just decided to play more Animal Crossing: New Horizons as I wanted to start playing Super Mario RPG: Legend of the Seven Stars on the SNES, and Gary would need to provide me with a special setup to do that. He would provide me with his CRT TV and a special capture device that could plug into my computer and get the footage onto the stream. Gary would set up the TV, the SNES and the capture device over the weekend so I could start Super Mario RPG on Monday. After finishing my stream for November 3rd, my sister entered my room with a very curious look on her face. “Jill,” she said, pointing to my computer screen. “Can you please show me your dashboard? I would like to know how much you earned for October. For Twitch and your YouTube channel…” I frowned. “You mean channels? I started a new one at the beginning of October called Jillian in Diapers…” Jen nodded, matter-of-factly. “For your little space, right?” I nodded. “And you’re not going to believe this. Right now, Jillian in Diapers is actually doing better than JillianPlays.” Jen glanced at the two channels and gasped. “Jillian in Diapers has 581,234 subscribers and JillianPlays has just…303,468 subscribers? This is amazing, Jill! Let’s go back to Twitch, since that seems to be making you the most money right now. I want to put together a spreadsheet of all your monthly earnings. It will be set up in a manner that is quite similar to my monthly earnings. Let’s see…Twitch. You currently have…oh my gosh! 1,046,943 followers?” “And 51,078 subscribers…” I added. “And that’s what I made.” I pointed to the number, which made Jen gasp in shock. “$133,605!” Jen gasped. “Wow…You certainly will make more than my salary off of Twitch alone next month. That’s…almost what I make in one year! And you’re making it in one month?!! That’s just Twitch. What are your earnings for both JillianPlays and Jillian in Diapers?” “$25,545 for JillianPlays and $33,501 from Jillian in Diapers.” I told her proudly. Jen nodded. “Okay. So $59,046 for YouTube! That’s a total of…$192,651! So yes, Jill. With all three of your revenue streams, you are making more than my annual salary in one month! Oh, I can’t believe it! And if you add the $92,641.30 that you made from August and September, that’s a total of $285,292.30! You know what this means, Jill? You can pay off your college debt! I would wait until at least next month to make sure that you have enough…” I nodded as a few tears came out of my eyes. What she just told me reminded me of just how desperate I was when I first came to live with my twin sister four and a half months ago. I only had $20.89! I couldn’t even pay next month’s rent, let alone my college debt! And now, here I was, making more money than what I could even dream of making. Why, I didn’t even deserve any of this money. Everyone was just giving it to me. All because of a TikTok video that went viral as a result of me not carefully concealing my diaper during a Twitch stream. I had no idea who was watching me that day. But whoever it was, I don’t know why they thought that it was a good idea to make some crazy TikTok dance of me with my partially exposed diaper. As a result of this crazy coincidence, I ended up becoming famous on Twitch by accident. The viral Diaper Girl meme, which was still growing with 544 million views and 46 million likes was a stupid video, but it somehow worked. The direct link to my Twitch Account directed a lot of traffic to my JillianPlays channel and has made it into one of the fastest growing channels on Twitch. Most of the weirdos have been weeded out by now, and my channel now has a reputation of just a cute gamer girl that just loves to play video games and is just starting to get good at playing them. Jen then had me check my PFCU account. I showed her the balance and her jaw dropped. “$276,494.89!” Jen gasped. “Well, I can officially say it. You have more money in your savings account than I do now. I have almost six figures, but not quite. Keep up the good work, Jill! Play those video games and become a pro at them!” I laughed and nodded. Considering how seriously that I treated my Twitch job, being good at video games was something that I needed to learn, as it would most certainly set myself apart from all the other female streamers on Twitch. This would definitely have me rank high in the gaming category. If I wanted to be the highest, I would have to exceed Samurai’s nearly 20 million followers. Over the next four days, I played through Super Mario RPG: Legend of the Seven Stars. Playing an RPG for the first time felt rather strange, as I was unfamiliar with the mechanics with the turn-based battle system. But having watched a few videos on RPG’s, I kind of knew what to expect. RPG’s were story-driven, and featured enemies on the battle screen that each had a set number of hit points. In addition to this, most enemies had either a physical or elemental weakness, leaving it up to me to figure out what each enemy’s weakness was. RPG’s had towns and different areas to explore, with some of those areas being entirely optional, as it was not essential to completing the main story of the game. In having this basic knowledge on RPG’s, I was ready to play Super Mario RPG. That, and I remembered watching Gary play the game for about an hour. By the time that I streamed on Wednesday, I already had five of the seven stars, and I was about to enter Monstro Town. Once I talked to the Toad lady named Monstermama and found out that I needed the Sky Troopas to scale the Lands End cliff, I went to the very next area next door and found an orange Chow that wanted to see if I could do 30 Super Jumps in a row. He told me that the highest that I did was 13. So, for the rest of the stream, I made it my goal to try and get 30 Super Jumps. The chat recommended that I go over to Mushroom Way and practice on Spikeys. GaretheBear recommended that I jump on Goombas instead, as the close proximity to Mario’s Pad would allow me to recover my FP if I were to run out. With that, I took Gary’s suggestion and began jumping on Goombas. About 20 minutes later, I made my next Super Jump attempt on another set of Goombas. I jumped on the right most Goomba, as it allowed me the greatest amount of time to see Mario on the screen before he landed on the Goomba. I was now getting really nervous as I now had more than 20 Super Jumps. 21…22…23…24…25…26…27…28…Mario stopped jumping and I let out a frustrated sigh. “28 Super Jumps! Almost!” That’s when I read the chat: GaretheBear: Actually, it’s 27. The first jump does not count. You need 30 TIMED Super Jumps as you could get 0 Super Jumps without timing the button once. I sighed. “Well everyone, I’m going to take a break and then give this another try…” I took another break, mainly because I just messed my diaper. I’m very glad that the stream doesn’t have smell-o-vision as they would all be able to smell the horrible stench coming from my messy diaper. And with my diaper starting to feel warm now, it was time for another change. After changing into a fresh diaper (and sucking on my Glytter pacie), I returned from my break and gave the Super Jumping a few more tries. About 10 minutes later, I tried again. I was now in a state of panic, as I once again had more than 20 Super Jumps. 22…23…24…25…26…27…28…29…30…31…32…33…34…35...36…37…Mario stopped jumping and 400 hit points was dealt to the Goomba, which was way more than enough to kill him. “37!” I shouted. “This challenge is now over. Time to go talk to the Chow in Monstro Town…” I went to Monstro Town, and I talked to the Chow. He rewarded me with the Attack Scarf. He then said something that made my heart sink. He wanted to know if I could do 100 Super Jumps in a row. “WHAT?!” I shouted. “100?!! How?! All I got was 37! How the heck am I supposed to get to 100?!” I looked at the chat and read the rapid comments that came flooding by. Even though slow chat was enabled, the chat still went pretty fast, considering that 1,186 people were watching my stream live: (Mod Badge) Glytter: That was wonderful, Jill! I never even got the Attack Scarf so you’re already doing better than me! Lamtastic: Wow! Congratulations Jillian! Are you going to try for 100? EeveeGirl89: 30? Wow. I’ve never done that many Super Jumps before! JillianYAY HannahBanana: JillianGasp JillianYAY Congratulations Jillian! Justintime2000: Sweet! 30 Super Jumps! BrutalDonut: Wow! You just got 30?! (Mod Badge) MewMewGirl1998: Jillian, I am so proud of you! Congratulations! (VIP Badge) LforLuigi95: Yes! Congrats on the 30! Are you going for 100? (VIP Badge) SpicySparkleSteph: Whoa! You got the 30 jumps! I might try it again! I got sooooo close… After that was a flood of JillianYAYs each from different users, since slow chat only allowed a user to post a new chat every two minutes, due to the high volume of users in my stream. Lamtastic then donated 3,000 more bits because I got 30 Super Jumps. This caused a 3,000-bit hype train, of which at least 35-40 users participated in. Overall, I ended up with a level 12 Hype Train, with 120,000 bits donated. From the totally awesome hype train, I decided to do the unthinkable. I was going to try to get 100 Super Jumps, no matter how long it took. For the last two hours of the stream, that was all that I did. I noted all my failed attempts. 18, 23, 28, 24, 27, 29....Most of my failed attempts had me only getting 13 Super Jumps. About 15 minutes before my stream ended, I broke 30 again, but it was only 32 this time. I had no idea if I would ever get to 100 Super Jumps… After getting ready for bed and drinking my pink Simba baby bottle, I looked up Super Jump strategy videos on YouTube, and I found a user named Puffin who had a YouTube video from 2016, which showed a strategy on how to get to 100 Super Jumps. What surprised me was that Puffin was a woman, as most of the Super Jump strategy videos were made by guys. She described her video as a “Guide for noobs, by another noob”. Puffin broke down the technical details of the super jumping strategy, displaying faded sprites of Mario indicating each frame of timing, until only 3 faded sprites of Mario were left. I learned that the timing was so fast that I had to press the button when I expected Mario to land on the Goomba and just memorize the rhythm and timing window. At the end of the video, she explained that there was no one-size-fits-all strategy to get 100 Super Jumps and that it was all about finding the placebo that worked the best for me. Watching her video gave me a lot of encouragement, as here she was…a woman who got 100 Super Jumps on Super Mario RPG. If Puffin can do it, so could I. Feeling thoroughly encouraged, I sucked on my Glytter pacie and fell asleep. The next day, I did a few practice sessions for trying to get 100 Super Jumps. She mentioned how a lot of it was a mind game, so whether I got anything between 14 and 100, it was all in my head. I looked for the tip of Mario’s shoe to touch the Goomba and I pressed the button just before he touched down. I was very surprised at my results. 44, 35, 39, 47, 43, and….76! A rush of excitement came over me when I got 76 Super Jumps for the very first time. Puffin’s strategy was working, because this noob who has never played Super Mario RPG before just got 76 Super Jumps. If I could get 76, I could get 100. And before you tell me that it’s 75, it’s not. I never count the first jump anymore, so all the numbers are correct. All I needed to do was to calm my nerves when I reached 50 or more Super Jumps in my later attempts. When the stream started, I went right back to my 100 Super Jump attempts. Before I started, I let the chat know that I found a wonderful Super Jump strategy video that got me from 37 yesterday to 76 today. I watched a flood of JillianYAYs flood the chat as I began my attempts. After nearly an hour of getting 48, 42, 59, 67, 71, 84, 89, and various other attempts in the lower numbers for Super Jumps, I tried again. Having done so many Super Jumps at this point, I found my placebo. The perfect calmness that I needed to steady my nerves long enough to last the minute and a half needed to get 100 Super Jumps. This was the same calmness that I discovered when I got 89 Super Jumps just 20 minutes earlier. I relaxed and began the attempt. Moments later, I was still on point. 25…26…27…28…29…30…31…I showed no sign of nervousness. Out of respect, the chatting was at a minimum as they knew how much concentration I needed to pull this off. 57…58…59…60…I was still perfectly poised in my placebo, pressing the Y button every 20th of a second without delay. 78…79…80…81…I was getting very close to 89 once again. 87…88…89…90…I could not believe it. This was the first time that I have gotten 90 or more Super Jumps. But the excitement could not be relished, as my nerves were still comfortably still in a zen-state of calmness. I just needed that calmness to last a little bit longer. 94…95…96…97…98!...99!!!!....100!!! I let out a very loud scream of excitement as I watched Mario deal 904 hit points to a Goomba. I watched the flood of JillianYAYs and all the various other congratulatory messages that were rapidly exploding in chat: GaretheBear: 100!!!!! JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY (Mod Badge) Glytter: YES!!! 100!!! Congratulations Jill! JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY (VIP Badge) Lamtastic: Whoo!!!! Yeah! You did it! Congrats Jill! JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY (Mod Badge) MewMewGirl1998: WOW JILL! You are so amazing! You finally did it! Congrats! JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY (VIP Badge) LforLuigi95: YOU DID IT! 100! JillianYAY JillianYAY JillianYAY Now go to Monstro Town and get your prize! JillianSmile JillianMario Puffin: Wow! I came in at just the right time! Congratulations on 100 Super Jumps, JillianPlays! I gasped. Was this the same Puffin that made that Super Jump strategy video? I began to cry tears of joy. “Puffin!” I shouted. “I watched your video last night and it really helped! Oh my gosh I’m so happy! Thank you!” Puffin couldn’t respond right away, since slow chat was enabled, and she was one of 1,273 currently watching my stream. Moments later, Lamtastic did something totally awesome. He gifted a TIER 3 SUB to Puffin! “Lamtastic!” I shouted. “Thank you for gifting Puffin a TIER 3 Sub! Puffin, enjoy your ad free viewing and all the Tier 1, 2 and 3 emotes! Since the 2 minutes have expired, I got to see another response from Puffin. Puffin: You are very welcome, Jillian! That video was made seven years ago but I’m glad that it’s very helpful! I currently Speedrun Super Mario RPG and I’m looking forward to the Remake. You should also check out my randomizers on this game. Thank you, Lamtastic for the sub! JillianYAY JillianCheer JillianCheer As I was making my way towards Monstro Town, Lamtastic gifted me 10,000 bits, along with 30 other streamers. This again created another Hype Train. Lamtastic then gifted 100 Tier 1 Subs to the community. NatetheGreat also gifted 100 Tier 1 Subs along with SuperStacy87. I now had a level 28 Hype Train! The bits continued coming in, with several smaller donations of thousands of bits each. More subs were gifted in smaller amounts in quantities of 10, 25, and 50. Level 35 was finally complete. But before level 36 could be cleared, the Hype train was over. Altogether, this Hype Train produced 494,464 bits and 407 gifted subs. Now if you know how to do the math at this point, I just made $6,000 in just 15 minutes from that hype train alone. With the Hype Train finally done, I entered the door in Monstro Town and talked to the orange Chow. He told me that my record stood at 100 and jumping more than 100 times was impossible. I proved my point, so now I could give this competition a rest! I received the Super Suit and immediately equipped it on Mario. I was blown away at just how OP it made Mario. For the rest of the stream, I totally wasted all the other enemies that I fought since Mario was so overpowered with the Super Suit. I ended up completing Bean Valley, Nimbus Land, and getting a special item in Grate Guy’s Casino before I ended the stream for the evening. At the rate that I was going, I should be able to finish Super Mario RPG tomorrow. And just to let you know, my JJ Little Besties, I did complete the game. Within 5 hours, I tied up all the loose ends and completed all the remaining areas in Super Mario RPG. With the week once again over, just one week remained before I got to play Super Mario RPG again on the Nintendo Switch. Only this time, it was a remake, so it will be fun to see the differences. For the next week, I just pecked away at New Super Luigi U. It really didn’t take that long to finish at all. Every level was short, so I was able to get through all the levels pretty quickly. Like usual, the special levels were annoying, but I managed to finish the entire game on Thursday, just in time for the Super Mario RPG remake on Friday. Now to spare you the repetition from the previous game, I am going to remark on the differences that I noticed in the new game. The soundtrack was remade, so I enjoyed hearing all the new music. Lamtastic then gave me a crazy challenge of getting 100 Super Jumps before I could even fight the hammer bros. in Mushroom Way. “What?” I gasped. “Mario doesn’t learn Super Jump until level 6! You know that I’ll just be grinding Goombas and Sky Troopas for a while until I get to level 6. Okay chat. Grab some popcorn because this is going to take a while…” After about 40 minutes of grinding, I finally got to level 6 and unlocked Super Jump. Now the challenge began once again. I had to get 100 Super Jumps in the remake. After 10 minutes of failure, I managed to nail the timing for the remake. After another 10 minutes, I found myself in the 90’s once again. 93…94…95…96…97…98!....99…Perfect! After the yellow “Perfect!” appeared on the screen, the Goomba was dead. For completing Lamtastic’s challenge, he rewarded me by donating 50,000 bits! A smaller hype train happened that got to level 15, with just 174,384 bits donated altogether. As for the rest of the game, I enjoyed all the new touches. The chain gauge made it fun, along with the special enemies that gave out frog coins for beating them. I also made it a point to collect every single enemy entry with psychopath (or Thought Peek in this game). I also LOVED how you could swap out allies for additional strategy. I did this a lot when I wanted to heal with Peach. I finished most of the game before having to stop for Thanksgiving break. I played it for a few days, having a special stream on Saturday since I wouldn’t be streaming on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. That brings us to the holidays. I don’t know about you, my JJ Little Besties, but I am very hungry for some turkey. Thanksgiving dinner was held at my grandma and grandpa’s house in Indianapolis. It was rather awkward to go to grandma and grandpa Jennings, as we only ever visited them around Thanksgiving or Christmas. Even when we were younger, my dad was too busy with his job to visit them any more often than around the holidays. As a result, both Jen and I had seven cousins that we hardly knew. My grandparents were on my dad’s side and there were plenty of relatives. The eldest was Uncle Pete. Nobody ever talked about him around the Thanksgiving table as he was always getting into trouble. He never visited for Thanksgiving or Christmas as he was always in jail for some charge regarding either alcohol or drug abuse. My dad was the second oldest. The second youngest after my dad was Aunt Wendy and Uncle Todd. They had four of my cousins. Jake was the oldest at 12 years old. There was then Randy, who was eight. Macy was only five. And last of all was Phoebe, who was turning two in January. The youngest after Aunt Wendy was Uncle David, who was married to my Aunt Helen. They had the remaining three cousins. Monica was the oldest at 15. Brian was 13. And Lydia was the youngest, at just 10. Neither I nor my sister was looking forward to this Thanksgiving as we both knew very little about our family. The only thing that we knew was what little we knew from all the past Thanksgivings and Christmases that we spent with them. We knew even less about our cousins. All I could remember was that Monica was a spoiled brat, and that Brian and Lydia were not any better. Both Uncle David and Aunt Helen lived in a wealthy Chicago suburb so that would explain why the children act all stuck up. As for Aunt Wendy and Uncle Todd’s children, both Jake and Randy were tolerable at best. They weren’t as bad as my older cousins, but Macy was a nosy little brat that always got into everything. She got into all of my makeup when she was four last Christmas, and I am still upset about it. Phoebe wasn’t much trouble since she was still just a toddler. But what would be trouble is trying to pack all of my diapers for Thanksgiving. While it won’t be that bad for Thanksgiving, I will be staying longer for Christmas so I will be needing a lot more diapers. And speaking of diapers, both Jen and I decided that it would be a good idea to watch the ball drop-in Times Square. I jokingly told her that there are no bathrooms and if she was going to stand there for 9 hours, she would NEED to wear a diaper. My twin sister laughed when I told her this. “Jill,” she told me. “I am not standing there and watching my bladder suffer for nine hours. Just give me one of your diapers. If Times Square has no bathrooms on New Years Eve, I’ll just be wearing a bathroom!” At this, we both laughed at the same time. “And make it one of your pink Trests! I am not wearing your weird baby diapers. Besides, I think that the Trest has the best absorbency…” I nodded and laughed. “That’s an ISO rating. It may say 9500 mL but it’s only good for about 70% of that. After that, it loses its functionality.” Jen nodded. “That’s right! I remember reading about it somewhere.” The idea was solidified when I told her about how MewMewGirl1998 lived right in Manhattan and how she would let us stay in her apartment after midnight to sleep overnight. Getting back on track, my sister and I arranged two flights for our family and one flight for New Year’s Eve. The first flight was a round trip ticket from Philadelphia to Indianapolis for the Wednesday before Thanksgiving (November 22nd). The flight would return on November 24th. The second flight is a round trip ticket from Philadelphia to Indianapolis and would leave on December 22nd and return on December 26th. The final flight is a round trip ticket from Philadelphia to JFK on December 30th. The flight would return on January 1st, 2024. Both grandma and grandpa picked Jen and I up from the airport and drove us to their house, which was about 24 minutes away. I packed some entertainment, but most of my other checked luggage bag had diapers in it. Most of the trip to their house was awkward, but my grandma tried to break the silence. My grandpa, on the other hand, looked like he was about to drift into a nap. “So Jillian dear…” she said, smiling at me from the rearview mirror. “Are you still going to school? Getting that degree at that Cleveland State University?” I sighed. “Grandma, I already graduated and got my degree! I then had to move to Philadelphia to live with my twin sister…” Grandma Jennings nodded as she continued to drive back to her home. “Well that’s very nice of your sister Jennifer. Always loved my twin granddaughters. Now Jen. Were you able to finish school? Is it hard to do your studies while putting a roof over your sister’s head?” My twin sister, who was sitting in the seat next to me, sighed while giving a patient smile. “Grandma, didn’t I tell you over the phone a couple of months ago? I have my Master’s Degree in Accounting and I earned my CPA. I have now been working at Conway, Phillips, & Associates for nine months now.” A bright smile came over my grandma’s face. “That’s really good Jennifer.” She focused her attention back on me. “Now Jillian. Were you able to find a job with that degree of yours? What was it that you always wanted to be? A news anchor? I can remember you pretending to be one at the dinner table when you were only six years old! I can remember the excitement on your face, dear.” I shook my head and managed a smile. “No grandma,” I told her. “I’m actually a Twitch streamer. I broadcast myself live and I play video games all day. Everyone can subscribe to me or give me a donation.” Grandma gasped. “Is that were you are using a computer? I didn’t know that you could actually make money doing that.” My sister Jen chimed in. “It’s true. Jill has made more than $133,000 in just October alone.” Grandma gasped as she slammed the brakes at a stop light. “Really? Really Jillian? You made that much in just one month?” I nodded. “Yes grandma. I myself couldn’t believe it, but the money is real.” “Well, you’re going to have to show me this Twitch thing when we get to the house. I also need to let Willy know. He’s always trying to think of good ideas that make money. Hey Willy! Wake up! Our granddaughter Jillian is making oodles of money from this thing called Twitch!” Grandpa was roused awake, and he sat up. “What? Huh? Our granddaughter is making money?” Grandma nodded. “Yes. Jillian. From something called Twitch…” Grandpa smiled. “Isn’t that one of those streaming things like YouTube? I always wanted to talk all about fishing. There’s all kinds of fishing channels on YouTube…” “And cooking!” Grandma said, smiling. “I can’t stop watching those cooking videos…” Grandpa got out his cell phone and tapped away. “What is it? Twitch?” I nodded. Grandpa accessed the Twitch website on his phone and found some live channels on the home page. “Wow! So, you can watch all these live broadcasts anytime? Neat. I wonder if I can find one on fishing?” “Don’t forget cooking!” Grandma chimed in. “It shows almost 10,000 people watching this one…” Grandpa said smiling. “Well Jillian, show us when you get there!” About ten minutes later, my grandma arrived at a house that was around 3,800 square feet, with four bedrooms, three bathrooms, and a basement. It looked like a slightly older home, built in the mid 1990’s. After we all entered, grandma laid out where everyone would be staying. My parents and both of my aunts and uncles would be staying in all the other bedrooms. Most of my cousins would be staying in the basement, while Macy and Phoebe would be sleeping with Wendy and Todd in one of the bedrooms. Jen and I would be sleeping in the living room on sleeping bags. After Jen and I got everything situated, I took grandma aside to share my personal secret with her. I took her to a nearby bathroom and closed the door. “Grandma?” I said in a hushed tone. “I want to be very low key about this, but I was in an accident where I injured my pelvis. As a result, I am now urinary incontinent, and I need to wear diapers 24/7 for the rest of my life. The same thing is happening with my fecal incontinence…” Grandma nodded. “Okay dear. Well, you know that it will get out sooner or later. Let me get you a trash bag to take care of your wet and soiled undergarments. When it gets full, just put it in the trash. Grandpa and I will take care of the trash. I will want to know how this accident happened, so you’ll want to tell me later…” “I will,” I told her. Grandma left and I changed myself into a new diaper. About an hour later, both grandma and grandpa wanted me to show them Twitch, while my sister stood nearby. I saw my mother and father both sitting in recliners, impatiently waiting. Mom looked like she was playing a game on her cellphone while dad was also glancing at his phone in boredom. Dad glanced up at both of us. “Jill! Jen!” he shouted. “How are my two girls?” Both Jen and I exchanged glances and smiled. “Good dad,” I told him. “We both have jobs!” Jen said, smiling. My mom looked up from her cellphone game and sat her phone down on the coffee table. “How are my miracle girls?” “Miracle girls?” Grandma said, smiling. “Are you going to tell us that story again about how you found out that you had twins? That reminds me, Jane. Where is my other sister-in-law? What’s your twin Jodie doing?” My mom sighed. “Doing her own thing. Where did she say she was? A cruise? And no, I’m not going to tell that story again. You have all heard the story enough. An identical twin giving birth to identical twins? That’s a 1 in 250 chance.” My sister smiled. “That is kind of neat when you think about it. Both Jill and I are 1 in 250…” My mom smiled. “That’s why I call you two my miracle girls…Now, how are you two doing? Did Jill finish school yet?” I scowled. “Mom! I invited you and dad to graduation, and you never came!” My mom nodded. “Yes dear. It was too expensive for both Raymond and me to go to your graduation…” Jen sighed. “That’s an excuse, mom! Both times I offered to pay for graduation. Even my sister’s!” My dad smiled. “She had a date with a bottle of whisky…” My mom’s face turned red. “Shut up! It’s no different than you and your cigarettes…” My grandma chimed in. “Enough. If you two are going to fight, we’ll get some boxing gloves, and you can settle it outside…” “Or, they can leave this room and discuss it in private.” My grandpa said. “That’s what I think Ray should do. Now Jill. I would like to hear more about Twitch…” I nodded. Over the next 15-20 minutes, I showed them my JillianPlays Twitch channel. Fortunately, the embarrassing VOD of me with my “wardrobe malfunction” was already deleted, as Twitch only keeps VOD’s up to two months unless the VOD was saved under highlights. And with this one being from August, it was already deleted. At the time that I showed him, I had 1,694,423 followers and 71,478 subscribers. After showing them Twitch and what I was making off of my channel, my grandparents were impressed. My parents even looked a little impressed, too. And even Aunt Wendy, Aunt Helen, Uncle Todd, and Uncle David, who all entered halfway through the discussion were looking interested. After the discussion, Jen gave everyone a weak smile. “I have a job too. I work as a CPA at one of the best CPA firms in Philadelphia…” Grandma smiled. “That too is good, and we’re proud of you as well, Jen.” The other kids didn’t really pay much attention to us, as they were all playing in the basement. The first night at my grandma and grandpa’s didn’t go too bad. I somehow managed to sleep in my sleeping bag, despite how uncomfortable it was. My diaper at least provided me with some extra padding while I laid on the floor, zipped up in the sleeping bag while I felt the cool air around my face. During the next day, my grandma was busy in the kitchen with mom, Aunt Wendy, and Aunt Helen while they all began preparing Thanksgiving dinner. Once again, my cousins were not any problem as they were still playing downstairs. They did come up for breakfast and showers, but that was about it. To pass the time away, both my sister and I played Animal Crossing on our Nintendo Switches. When my Uncle Todd saw this, he smiled. “Doing some work?” He said in a joking tone. “I heard about that JillianPlays Twitch channel that you told mother and father-in-law. “If you’re making that much, that’s quite the business…” I smiled as I continued to decorate my island. “It is. It’s a lot of fun…” A few hours later, the turkey was ready to be taken out of the oven. I saw all of my cousins upstairs at this point. I used this opportunity to find a spare bathroom to change into a new diaper. I grabbed my backpack purse and walked into the bedroom that Aunt Wendy and Uncle Todd were staying in. As I walked through the bedroom, I saw a pack n play set up, which was probably set up for Phoebe. Next to the pack ‘n play were two open sacks of Pampers Cruisers diapers, with two open sacks of Pampers Swaddlers Overnights diapers right next to them. For each pair of sacks, one was a Size 3, and the other was a Size 4. While I knew that Phoebe still wore diapers, I was surprised to see additional diapers in the room for Macy. Just last year, Macy was wearing big girl underwear during the day and wore diapers to bed because of her nighttime accidents. Now, I’m not seeing any big girl panties anywhere? Did Macy experience any kind of regression in the past year? Perhaps it was not my business to pry into my cousin’s private matter with my aunt and uncle regarding Macy’s possible toileting issues. Instead, I entered the bathroom and closed the door to change into a new diaper. Fortunately, it was just another wet one. I don’t know what I’m going to do when I have my first messy diaper at my grandma and grandpa’s. What if it happens at the Thanksgiving table? Well, I guess it happens then. I changed into a new diaper and suddenly began to overhear my Aunt Wendy talking to Macy. “Macy, we got to get you into another diaper,” my aunt told her. “No!” Macy shouted. “I wanna play with my brothers and other cousins!” I quietly cracked the door open to catch just a glimpse of my cousin being laid on the floor by my aunt. She pinched the diaper underneath the dress. “See Macy?” She told my cousin. “It’s all wet. Your diaper is all wet. You don’t tell me when you’re wet. You don’t tell me when you have to pee. That’s why I had to put you back into diapers, honey. Macy dear, do we want to try the potty again? It doesn’t have to be this weekend, but soon.” Macy stuck out her tongue and made a raspberry sound. “I don’t like the potty. Plus, I keep missing and can never make it.” I watched as my aunt lifted up my cousin’s dress and peeled open both tabs on her soggy diaper that sagged between her legs. She got out a couple of wipes and wiped her, before getting out a new Pampers Cruisers Size 4 and powdering the core. She powdered Macy and folded up the diaper between her legs. She snapped the new tabs open and fastened them both snugly around the landing zone. She wadded up the soggy diaper into a ball. “There Macy. You’re in a new diaper. Now, let’s have a nice Thanksgiving dinner. You can go play afterwards.” Macy stood up and walked out with my aunt, who was holding the soggy diaper. “Mommy! Mommy! Is there going to be mashed potatoes? I love mashed potatoes!” I left the bathroom and entered the dining room. I was now ready for a nice Thanksgiving feast. The meal was finally served, and we went by family, from oldest to youngest. Grandma and Grandpa served themselves first, and then let all the families go after them. With my dad being the second oldest, my family went first, with my parents serving themselves before both Jen and I served ourselves. I filled my plate with turkey and generous portions of homemade stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, green bean casserole, cranberry orange relish, cranberry sauce, candied yams, fruit salad, garlic stuffed olives, and grandma’s hearty garlic butter dinner rolls (I grabbed two since they were so good). There was not even any room on my plate for a piece of Aunt Wendy’s Jello mold or Aunt Helen’s zucchini casserole. I would need seconds to eat all the rest of the food. After my family, all the younger Jennings (or former Jennings in Aunt Wendy’s case) after dad went next. Aunt Wendy and Uncle Todd went next, with Aunt Wendy making small plates for Macy and Phoebe before serving herself. My cousins Jake and Randy served themselves afterward. Uncle David and Aunt Helen then went, followed by Monica, Brian, and Lydia. The seating in the dining room had 16 chairs, with the 17th one being a highchair for Phoebe. I am guessing that this will be Phoebe’s last year in a highchair before she gets a booster seat with Macy next year. We all took our seats, one by one as we got our food. None of us were allowed to eat the food until grandpa said the blessing and grandma asked each one of us what we were thankful for. Grandpa said the blessing, thanking God for the food and for all of us being able to spend Thanksgiving together as a family. After the blessing was over, Grandma then had everyone go clockwise around the table, saying what we were thankful for. When it was my turn, I said that I was thankful for my wonderful Twitch job that has allowed me to make such a crazy amount of money that I totally didn’t deserve. My sister Jen was thankful for her family and her accounting job. The room got very quiet, as everyone started to pig out on their food. Phoebe started to cry when she didn’t want to eat anymore, but Aunt Wendy handled her tantrum like a pro, lifting her out of her highchair and sticking a pacifier in her mouth, after she made sure that her food was thoroughly washed down from her sippy cup. Randy was scolded by Uncle Todd for playing with his mashed potatoes and was promised dessert if he stopped. As everyone was finishing their plates (and my sister almost done with hers), mine was already finished so I made a smaller plate consisting of a little more stuffing, a piece of Aunt Wendy’s Jello mold and a generous spoonful of Aunt Helen’s zucchini casserole. I walked back to my seat, just as my sister Jen was getting up with her empty plate for a much smaller round of seconds. Just as I began to eat the zucchini casserole, I felt a large churning in my abdomen, followed by a massive bowel movement creating an intense amount of pressure in my gastrointestinal tract. The bowel movement came so fast and sudden that there was no way that I could hold in what was about to be released. Within the next couple of seconds, I heard a loud fart, followed by an intense rush of warm mass which began to fill the back end of my diaper. I began to feel the hot and sticky mass on my skin around my buttocks against the brown soaked padding of my diaper. I felt the warm mass travel from my butt, all the way between my legs before feeling another warmth of pee, which made the diaper begin to swell and expand between my legs. And there was no stopping the warm rush of pee after it started. In the middle of me pissing myself, Aunt Wendy, who sat to the right of me, began to smell the foul stench that began to fill her nostrils. “Pee-yew! Did Macy or Phoebe just make a stinky?” She immediately began to check Macy’s diaper. “Nope. But you are a little damp. How about…My Phoebe Beebee?” She gave a gentle pinch to Phoebe’s diaper and gave it a pat, as she did with Macy’s diaper. “Huh! No stinky from you either!” Looking very puzzled, her eyes darted around the room to figure out the source of the smell. She bent her face down and began smelling near my skirt. “Jill? Did you just have an accident?” A series of gasps began to fill the Thanksgiving table. Monica sat her fork down on her plate and pointed at me from across the table. “Jill, did you just shit your pants?” Aunt Helen, who sat right next to Jill gave her a slap on the arm. “Monica! We don’t talk like that! Young lady, if I hear one more curse like that, I’m getting out the soap.” “Mommy, did Jill just poop her pants?” Randy asked Aunt Wendy. “Yeah!” Macy chimed in. “Did she, mommy? Cause it smells really bad over here…” Jake, who was sitting next to Randy, nodded. “Yeah. I can smell it too!” “Mom, that’s so gross!” Lydia shouted. “Is Jill a retard?” “Lydia!” Aunt Helen shouted. “The same goes for you as Monica. Say that again and you’re going to have a mouth full of soap…” “I can smell it too…” Brian added. My face was now burning red at this point. I stood up and grabbed my “diaper bag”. “Um…” I stammered. “I’m going to the bathroom to ch-ch-change…my diaper!” Before I could even see the reactions of anyone in the dining room, I broke into a mad sprint towards the nearest bathroom. This bathroom just so happened to be right near the dining room, so I was still within range of all the hushed voices that I heard as I began to change this messy diaper. Fortunately, it was not a blowout, so I was thankful for that. But I could hear all the whispering continue as I spent the next 15 minutes using wipe after wipe to remove every trace of shit from my messy explosion. I piled all the stained wipes into my soiled diaper until I didn’t see a single trace of brown on any of other wipes that I used. Having plenty of experience at this point, I made sure to wipe up and down my back and between my legs until I got every trace of fecal matter wiped clean. After being wiped clean, I washed my hands three times in the sink before applying a generous amount of Aquaphor all over my butt and my lower frontal region. I was finally ready to put on a new diaper. To calm my anxiety from this embarrassing event, I got out my Glytter pacifier and began sucking on it while I powdered a new Animooz diaper. I laid down on it before powdering my frontal area and crotch. I then brought the diaper between my legs and fastened the thigh tapes and waist tapes snugly before pulling out the leg cuffs to ensure that I wouldn’t leak. I pulled down my skirt and washed my hands one more time before leaving the bathroom. My heart began to pound violently as I greatly dreaded the conversation that I was about to have with my family regarding their discovery of my incontinence… All of the hushed voices began silent as I entered the dining room. I sat down next to my twin sister, and she gave me a soft pat on the back. “It’s going to be okay, Jill…” she whispered into my ear. “Grandma explained your incontinence problem to everyone…” Grandma looked at me with a non-judgmental smile. “Jill,” she addressed me. “I had to tell them about your problem, but now we are all wondering what the cause of it was. When I asked your sister Jen, she told me to wait until you got out of the bathroom. Now, how did you damage your pelvis, dear?” I glanced at Jen and then back at the table before I produced a nervous smile. “Believe it or not,” I told my family. “Jen is the only one that has a reliable account of what happened. I’ll explain why.” I took a swig of water and then cleared my throat. “First of all, I would like to thank my sister for being so hospitable to me. When I needed her the most…” I began to sob. “She stopped everything and picked me up from Cleveland! About five months ago, I had only $20.83 to pay the $950 rent for May. My sister flew down the very next day from Philadelphia and paid all of that rent. I packed up a few bags and went back to Philadelphia to live with her.” “That night that I flew back, both her and her boyfriend treated me to a wonderful dinner at the Capital Grille. While the dinner wasn’t important, the bottle of wine that I had with it is important to the story. I had an entire bottle of Walt, Las Brisa, Sonoma Coast, which got me very drunk. So drunk that I couldn’t remember anything for the rest of the night. My sister said that I was loud and obnoxious, and she even told me that I tried to walk back to the apartment by myself.” “Just as my sister’s boyfriend was getting the SUV to take me back in, I was starting to run away from the restaurant. I stepped off the curb towards the street. Then my sister said that after she called me, I ran back to the restaurant but didn’t see the curb. I ran so fast and tripped so hard with no balance that I ended up fracturing my pelvis. The fracture wasn’t enough to affect my mobility, but I immediately noticed my sudden loss of continence as I woke up from my drunken state covered in vomit and pee, crying while I was in a fetal position.” “Over the next few days, I thought it was no big deal. I thought that I only peed myself because I was drunk. But after having eight nights in a row where I wet the bed, I had to buy diapers for my nighttime incontinence. But over time, my incontinence began to get progressively worse. I even began to experience occasional fecal incontinence from time to time.” Grandma gasped. “Oh dear, Jill! Did you see a doctor?” I nodded. “I saw a doctor about three months ago and got a full x-ray of my pelvic region. I then saw a urologist and from the x-rays that she saw, there was no bleeding or any other trauma she could detect, besides just a large amount of damage to a lot of my nerves connecting my spinal cord to my bladder. And based on the damage, the urologist said that the prognosis was not good, and that I would need to wear diapers for the rest of my life. So go ahead, everyone. Call me a diaper baby…” I saw Monica about to say something but was quickly silenced by Aunt Helen’s evil eye. Finally, my sister broke the silence and gave me a big hug. “Oh Jill…You are not a diaper baby. You are just an adult that was dealt with an unfortunate circumstance. A freak accident that has given you severe incontinence. Don’t be ashamed that you need to wear them because of that. Because what would the other option be? There would’ve been a huge mess on your clothes and all over the chair and carpet!” Uncle Todd nodded and gave me an understanding look. “That’s a rather unfortunate circumstance that you have to deal with. Being an experienced neurosurgeon, I work regularly in the medical field. I have experienced this issue with different patients from time to time. Fortunately, the other doctors are the ones that have to deal with the issue, as my specialty lies in performing craniotomies and other surgeries on patients that have experienced these traumas from sports, near fatal car accidents, or being victims of domestic assault. And yes, some of those patients have experienced the same pelvic fractures resulting in varying degrees of incontinence, but at least your cranium is perfectly intact.” I nodded. “Thanks Uncle Todd…” My cousin Jake then gave me a smile. “Don’t worry about it, Jill. Everyone is different. I’m not going to make fun of your difference.” My grandpa nodded and glanced at all the empty plates that now filled the whole table. “You’re going to be fine, Jill. Now, I’m hungry for some dessert! Nancy dear, can you and the other wonderful ladies get out the pies and ice cream?” My grandma smiled. “With pleasure! Jane, Wendy, Helen, let’s get out the dessert!” Over the next few minutes, my grandma, my mom, and both my aunts brought out all the pies and ice cream for dessert and sat them all on the large island in the kitchen. There was a chocolate cream pie, Pumpkin Pie, Apple Pie, Raspberry Pie, and Rhubarb Pie, with Reddi Whip and half gallon containers of French vanilla and Chocolate Ice cream. The same rules for dinner applied to dessert, so my family was the first to go after grandma and grandpa each got a slice of pie (grandma got a slice of apple pie and grandpa got a slice of rhubarb pie). Aunt Helen had pie duty, so she served each of us the slices that we wanted, which were up to two. After mom and dad got their chocolate creams and pumpkins, I requested a slice of chocolate cream pie and pumpkin pie. My sister got the same thing, with the same amounts of whipped cream on each slice, with a scoop of chocolate and vanilla ice cream. Over the next 20 minutes, we were all eating pie and ice cream. With there being only 12 slices left, there was enough for a few of us to have thirds. Both my sister and I volunteered and got a raspberry slice. Other volunteers included Uncle Todd, Uncle David, and my dad. My grandpa even got a second piece, which was apple. With just six leftover pieces of pie, Aunt Wendy put the pie and ice cream away while the other women were washing up all of the dishes, with Uncle Todd and Dad drying them. For all the rest of the day, I felt very lethargic from all the Thanksgiving dinner and dessert that sat inside my stomach. My sister and I, and a few other adults lounged on the furniture in the living room and took a short nap. After the nap, my sister and I continued playing Animal Crossing and did some more decorating on our islands. That night wasn’t as bad either. Unlike the first night, I slept like a log, due to all the food that I ate for Thanksgiving. My sweet slumber was interrupted while it was still dark outside. I could hear the sound of rustling. Then a few gentle steps each accompanied by a soft crinkle. I glanced at the faint glow coming from the time display on my cell phone. 5:24 AM. Just who could be making all this noise so early in the morning? I then began to smell a horrible stench. Having just squirmed in my diaper a little bit, it was quite obvious that I didn’t mess myself. My diaper, however, was heavily sagging between my legs. Because I was at my grandparent’s for Thanksgiving, I wasn’t wearing a onesie or a footed sleeper, but a pink nightgown. The rustling grew louder, and the stench grew worse. The quiet sauntering crinkles became a full blown trot, as the frequency of the crinkles began to increase with speed. I could make out a small silhouette with long hair. It was her. That little brat. Macy. Before Macy could even enter the bedroom door that was open a crack, I quietly approached her. This sent Macy running back to the living room, next to my sleeping bag and my sister’s. I then saw it. My backpack purse was completely unzipped, with every one of my diapers for the next day all strewn out across the floor. Macy was holding one of my Tykables Animooz diapers, staring at it in amazement. She looked as if she was mesmerized by it, like she’s never seen an adult-sized diaper before. Macy then gave me a curious glance. “Jill,” she said with a smile. “Do you wear diapers? I found all these in your purse…” I snatched the diaper out of Macy’s hand. “Yes.” I quietly told her, looking annoyed. “And just to let you know, my purse is off limits. Just like my makeup was from last year. Remember that?” But Macy picked up another diaper that was on the floor. “They’re so big…Much bigger than mine…” Macy unzipped her footed sleeper to reveal her totally soiled Pampers Swaddlers Overnights diaper. The smell was now so bad that I could barely breathe, and the crotch of the diaper was heavily sagging. She held the Animooz diaper next to hers and gasped. “Why do you wear diapers, Jill? Don’t you know how to use the potty?” I scowled, as I snatched the second diaper from my little brat cousin. “Why? Because your cousin Jill got a big boo boo down below her stomach and her wires that make it easy for her to hold pee got damaged so now your cousin Jill can’t hold it anymore and she needs to wear diapers all the time.” Brat! What kind of question was that? I decided to turn the tables on Macy and asked her the exact same question. “Macy, why do YOU wear diapers? What happened to using the potty like a big girl?” Macy gave a quick brush of her hands across the soft cloth backing of her diaper. She then gave me a cutesy smile. “I wear them cause the toilet is yucky! I like diapers better!” I almost laughed at the absurdity of Macy’s logic. How is sitting in a pee and poop-soaked diaper any better than sitting on a yucky toilet? I then nodded as I stared at Macy. Yup. At five years old, Macy already had it all figured out. In just one year, Macy went from wearing her big girl underwear during the day to being put back in diapers. Her nighttime diapers were still a thing a year ago, but now Macy wore diapers all the time. I could see the wheels spinning in Macy’s head. She’s much smarter than what the adults give her credit for. She knew exactly how to get what she wants, and she was playing her mother like a fiddle. Her mother was such a fool to just cave in and put Macy back in diapers. Could it have anything to do with Macy’s petite size? Macy looked more like a three-year-old than a five-year-old. Especially if she could still fit into Size 4 diapers at 5-years-old. A normal five-year-old girl should be able to fit into size 6 diapers. Maybe size 5 if they were a little smaller. All of a sudden, my sister sat up and noticed me holding two diapers. She then glanced at Macy, who was still standing in nothing but her wet and soiled diaper, with her unzipped footed sleeper laying on the floor nearby. “Macy!” Jen quietly shouted. “What are you doing with your pajamas off? Get them back on and go back to your mommy and daddy’s room!” Jen then glanced at me, and then at all the remaining diapers lying on the floor. “Let me guess. Did Macy get into your purse while you were sleeping?” I nodded. “Figures,” Jen told me. “A year ago, it was your makeup. Now the little ball of fire wants to snoop in your belongings!” She turned to face Macy. “Macy, get back…” Jen’s words were cut short as Macy grabbed one of my diapers and ran back into the bedroom, giggling all the way. I could then hear Macy’s voice from the other room. “Mommy Mommy! Look Mommy! I got one of Cousin Jill’s diapers! Why are they so big, mommy?” The next thing that I heard was Phoebe crying in the other room. “Macy! You just woke your little sister up! Here Todd. Give Phoebe the Pacifier. I will calm down Macy….And change her diaper. Woo! It’s time for a little changie poo! No! Stop! Macy!” Macy ran back out to the living room where Jen and I were, still holding one of my diapers. A frustrated Aunt Wendy followed Macy into the living room when she glanced at me and Jen. “Oh, I’m very sorry about this. Macy has her moments. I don’t know if this would help, but to explain her behavior, we had her evaluated. The doctors say that she’s on the autism spectrum.” I glanced at my five-year-old cousin, still prancing around the room in a wet and soiled diaper. Yup. Definitely autism. Aunt Wendy gave Macy a stern look. “Macy, that is not yours. That is your Cousin Jill’s. Give it back.” Macy sighed, as she hesitated to let it go. “But why is it so big, mommy?” Aunt Wendy gave me an embarrassed smile. “Macy dear, it’s so big because Jill is much bigger than you. She needs a bigger diaper since she’s a much bigger girl.” Macy grinned. “Okay!” She dropped the diaper in front of me and gave me and her mother a cutesy smile. Aunt Wendy picked up Macy, who wrapped her arms around her mother. Aunt Wendy then reached down for Macy’s footed sleeper and cupped it in one of her hands as she carried Macy back into the bedroom. “Macy, you smell because you made a stinky. I’m going to clean you up, get you into a fresh diaper, and get you back into your jammies. Then we’re going back to sleep until the sun says hello. Okay?” “Okay mommy! I want the sun to say hello…” Macy then broke into a cutesy song, repeating that she wanted the sun to say hello. I gathered all the scattered diapers on the floor and put them all back into my backpack purse. I then zipped it all back up. Jen then glanced at me and smiled. “That Macy…such a handful!” I nodded. “Tell me about it. Poor Aunt Wendy is never going to get Macy out of diapers. That Macy is just walking all over her, and she knows it…” Jen nodded. “At least I will assert my authority when I’m a mother someday…” I yawned. “Okay. It’s 5:43. Let’s go back to sleep!” I got back in my sleeping bag and dug inside to find my Glytter pacie. I sucked on it, hid it back in my sleeping bag, and by some miracle, I fell back asleep. The very next morning, both Jen and I said our goodbyes to our grandparents, our parents, our aunts and uncles, and all seven of our cousins. Especially Macy, who’s still a little brat. But even worse than a year ago, she’s now a diapered brat. I just hope that she doesn’t pull any other stunts like this around Christmas time… Grandma and grandpa drove us back to the airport at around 1:30 that day, since we had a plane to catch at around 3:30 in the afternoon. Both Jen and I flew back to Philadelphia, and I once again cancelled my stream, since I wouldn’t want to cut out any of my streaming time. That weekend was a chill weekend with my twin sister, since both Gary and Joey were still visiting their relatives for Thanksgiving weekend. During all of next week, I was able to resume my Super Mario RPG game. I did all of the Yoshi races in Yo’ster Isle until I had enough to feed the baby Yoshi 30 Yoshi cookies to make it fat. I then kept racing until I maxed out my cookies at 200. I bought the Beetle Mania game in Mushroom Kingdom and beat the Hi Score. I then stayed at the Suite in Marrymore three times to get both the Flower Tab and Flower Jar. I worked as a bellhop to get the Flower Box. I completed the whole Lamb’s Lure/Sheep Attack side quest, which was tedious considering everything I had to do to unlock the attack. I played the Goomba bashing game in Pipe Vault until I got a Flower Jar. After all of my meandering with the sidequests, I finally continued the game, completing Barrel Volcano and getting the Sixth Star. I then played through Bowser’s Keep and ended the stream after beating Exor. On the very next day, I played through Factory Gate and beat the game. I then completed all of the end game content. The last boss took me the longest, and I was able to get all the Psychopath (Thought Peek) entries and complete the game. For the rest of the week, I just played more Animal Crossing: New Horizons and would figure out what to play next after the weekend. Like the month before, Jen checked my November balance Friday after my streaming was over. She glanced at the balance for Twitch and gasped. “$200,407.50! I was right! You are now making more than my entire year’s salary in one month!” With JillianPlays at 401,482 Subscribers now on YouTube, I made another $28,021.50 for November. Jillian in Diapers, however, was blowing away JillianPlays. At 954,762 subscribers, it had more than double the subscribers of JillianPlays, and was making me $63,726 for November. For November, I hauled in a total of $292,155, bringing my total earnings to date to $577,477.30. My total earnings have now more than doubled! That weekend, both Jen and I went on our dates with our boyfriends. We decided to make it a double date since that was something that we had never done before. I made sure that I had my pink Trest diapers so that Gary wouldn’t suspect my ABDL diapers. The next day, both Jen and I decided to go to the King of Prussia mall after church. So, my JJ Little Besties, that brings us full circle to the present. Did you enjoy the long recap? Good. Because we are moving on to the next part of the story. Both Christmas and New Years. Since the very day that I came back from my grandparents in Indianapolis, my sister has wasted no time in turning our apartment into a Christmasy wonderland. She decked every hall that she could and got out an artificial tree which she took from our parents when she moved out since they never used the tree once. (My dad hated it and wanted a real Christmas tree). She set up the artificial tree and turned on the lights, before hanging various ornaments on it. She had Christmas music playing on Spotify around the clock and got out some of the older decorations that my mom didn’t want to use anymore. A calendar that counted down the days until Christmas. A couple of snowmen and Santa figurines. We even needed to have the Christmas hand towels in the bathroom. So after church that Sunday, we both put our Santa hats on and went to the King of Prussia mall to do some Christmas shopping for our family. There was a seasonal Christmas store at the mall, so we both bought eight pairs of thigh length candy cane socks. After we bought a few odds and ends for our family, we went home to Metro City Apartments. That day, I decided to pay off all of my student loan that I owed to Cleveland State University. I went on my student loan website and provided details for my current financial institution (PFCU). I put in my Savings Account number and Routing Number and paid off the principal of $130,000 that I owed as of June, plus the nearly six additional months of interest to the four years that has accrued over time. This was an additional $18,000 of interest, which I paid in full. With both principal and interest fully paid, the $148,000 that I owed Cleveland State University was all paid for. My student loan was gone, and I was finally debt free. The rest of the day was just a lazy day, as I watched my sister play Animal Crossing instead of playing myself. The next day, I decided to treat myself to an early Christmas gift. A 2024 AMG S 63 E Performance S-Class Mercedes-Benz with the full package. And it couldn’t be just any one of them. It had to be the same white color as my sister Jen’s. And having done some research, Mercedes-Benz of Cherry Hill, New Jersey could get me a brand-new Mercedes-Benz in that model and color that I wanted. But a brand-new Mercedes-Benz like my sister’s would set me back $275,000 brand new. And that was BEFORE tax (which was 8% since my sister and I live in Philadelphia, and I would be registering the car in Pennsylvania instead of New Jersey). But knowing my sister, she wouldn’t want me to spend more money than what I was making, considering that I needed enough to pay for the income tax (which she told me was going to be 37% based off of what I was making). When I ran the numbers, that’s when I figured out that I wouldn’t be able to afford the Mercedes-Benz until January. With that, I called back Mercedes-Benz Cherry Hill and told them to ready me the same color and model for January of 2024. And since I would be waiting, I would be able to pay off the entire car in full without a loan (which PFCU could only loan up to $100,000). But it still made me excited for 2024. New Year, new car. Over the next three weeks, I started playing the 3D Mario games. I got 120 Stars in Super Mario 64, 120 Shine Sprites in Super Mario Sunshine, and 120 Stars as Mario in Super Mario Galaxy. I was only about five hours into my Luigi run on Thursday, December 21st when Jen and I had to leave for Indianapolis the next day for Christmas at my grandparents. But before we get there, I would like to get out my sour remarks on some of the hardest levels in each 3D Mario Game. Tick Tock Clock can just die in a blender and Rainbow Ride can just go to hell and back. I can’t tell you how many times I had to reload my save states on every single attempt! And for Super Mario Sunshine, I swear that a sadistic man created the pachinko machine. And who ever thought that it was a good fricking idea to design an optional level that is so hard to get to with Yoshi? I must have lost Yoshi TEN TIMES before I could even get to the level. And what’s with the poisonous water? It doesn’t even look poison, until you touch it and die! I must have game overed at least four different times before I got all 8 red coins on the lily pad. Those secret levels are as cheap as hell. Especially that STUPID chuckster level. How am I supposed to know the perfect camera angle? Game? And for Super Mario Galaxy, the daredevil comets are stupidly cheap. The 100 Purple coins on the summit is aggravating if you miss the final long jump, which I did TWICE! I HATE the cosmic clone races, the Dusty Dunes 100 Purple Coins, and Luigi’s Fricking Purple Coins! Seriously, how am I supposed to get 100 of the 150 coins available? By dying a million times, I guess…Well, my JJ Little Besties, that is all the salt that I have left to expend before a nice Christmas break at my grandparents (which hopefully will be nice since I have to see Macy the diapered brat again…). Considering how much I shared for Thanksgiving, Christmas was pretty much a similar experience. The key difference was that my entire family knew about my incontinence, so there were no questions as to why I needed so much luggage to pack 24 diapers. I know that Aunt Wendy was close enough to drive, as they lived in Cincinnati, which was about 2 hours from Indianapolis. With that being the case, having enough diapers for Macy and Phoebe while traveling was not an issue. My grandparents picked up both my sister and I at the airport, and my sister and I each needed a third bag of luggage just to hold all the wrapped Christmas gifts for everyone. The four days that I spent with my relatives went surprisingly much better than I thought. And while I expected Macy to be her bratty self, she was surprisingly on her best behavior. I was guessing that she was told that Santa would not get her any gifts if she misbehaved. Or worse, she would only get coal for Christmas. But the one thing that didn’t change about Macy was the number of times that I saw Aunt Wendy take Macy into the other room to change her into a new diaper. Macy just didn’t want to use the bathroom anymore, and I’m guessing that she has been doing this for almost the past year. How do I know? Macy was wearing big girl underwear the couple of times that I saw her a year ago. But now, Macy is only wearing diapers, and she is acting more like a three-year-old than a five-year-old. Just what is going on when she is in kindergarten? Does she go to the school nurse to get changed? Perhaps she does, as her mother probably has her classified as “special needs”. Before I end my soap box, I have this to say about Little Miss Diaper Girl. It’s one thing to have a traumatic injury where you have no other choice but to wear diapers for the rest of your life. It’s another thing entirely if you decided one day that you just didn’t want to use the toilet anymore, so you just piss and shit in your pants all the time until you’re put back in diapers. Really Macy. You need to grow up. Which is kind of an ironic thing, since I am going in the opposite direction for my little space… Besides Macy just being spoiled with her diapers (which I kind of got used to since I had four days of it this time), Christmas was wonderful. We watched Christmas movies and had a lot of appetizers to eat on Christmas eve. We even kept the tradition of opening one present on Christmas eve. My sister opened my gift, which was an Isabelle coffee mug. I told her that she could use it to drink coffee tomorrow while we opened gifts. The gift that she got for me was a Super Mario Bros. Pipe mug. She explained that she got this for me as it was the first actual video game that I ever played and beat. After the traditional Christmas eve gifts were opened, we snacked on more appetizers, and all watched It’s a Wonderful Life before we all went to bed. On Christmas, we checked all of our stockings and got some candy, gift cards, and other useful things from the family. After that, came the main event: the gifts. With there being so many gifts, we decided to open them by family, going from oldest to youngest. This made the gift opening go a little faster. My sister opened up a gift that I got for her. I got her a black Kindle Paperwhite Signature Edition with auto-adjusting front light, wireless charging, 6.8“ display, and up to 10 weeks of battery life, without Lockscreen Ads. To go with the Kindle, she opened the next gift, which was a set of Bose QuietComfort Bluetooth Noise Cancelling Earbuds in triple black. The gift that Jen got for me was a new mike that I could use for my streams. She explained that Gary wanted to buy it for me, but she wanted to buy it instead. It was a Shure Dynamic Vocal Microphone with a built-in preamp. She told me to be careful, as it was a $600 microphone that she got discounted for $450, since it was on sale. The gifts continued, and everyone got some nice gifts overall. For the rest of the day, we just played with our Christmas gifts and had a nice Christmas dinner towards the end of the night. It was very much like Thanksgiving, only we had ham and a few similar dishes from Thanksgiving. The difference for dessert was that we had three cheesecakes and two pies. All in all, I really enjoyed this Christmas. Before I knew it, both grandma and grandpa were driving Jen and I back to the airport. Two hours later, we both boarded a flight back to Philadelphia. Since I got back early enough, I streamed Tuesday through Friday, continuing on my Super Luigi Galaxy playthrough, which I finished on Thursday. On Friday, I closed out 2023 by starting on Super Mario Galaxy 2. I had to borrow Gary’s Wii to play it. December 30th then came, and my sister and I flew out to JFK Airport, where MewMewGirl1998 was waiting for us. From my exchanges with her in the past, I knew that her actual name was Melanie, and that she lived right in Manhattan. From what I saw, she looked to be the same height and build as Jen and I. She then hailed a taxi and gave the driver directions to her apartment in Manhattan. Once at the apartment, Melanie showed us the tiny living room that both Jen and I would be sleeping in tonight, and early in the morning on New Year’s Day (Melanie only had a one-bedroom apartment, since the rent was sky high in Manhattan). She then ordered a Pepperoni pizza for us from a pizzeria nearby and they brought it right to the apartment. We talked with her that evening before going to bed. In the morning, Melanie made us some breakfast in her tiny kitchen which was almost next to the living room. A couple of sticks of bacon, two eggs, and a slice of buttered toast. She had filtered water for us to drink. And since Melanie knew about my incontinence, she had no problem with me disposing my diapers in her trash. Speaking of that, I almost laughed when I got out the diapers that the three of us would be wearing for New Year’s Eve. While my next diaper change would be just a routine thing for me, both Jen and Melanie would have to wear a diaper if they were going to stand in Times Square for 9-12 hours. To make the whole thing simple for all of us, I had three medium pink Trest diapers, since those are the most absorbent. I used the tiny bathroom to change out of my soggy Animooz diaper and into a clean pink Trest diaper. I glanced at both Jen and Melanie, who were both still staring at their diapers. “Well?” I told them. “Times Square has no bathrooms, so you have no choice but to wear a diaper.” Melanie sighed. “Okay. I’m going into my room to change. This is going to feel so weird…” Melanie grabbed the pink Trest diaper and entered her room with it. “Wait!” I shouted. “You’re going to need the cream and the powder. Especially the powder. It will prevent chafing. Trust me. You’re speaking to a diaper expert.” The door opened and Melanie grabbed the Aquaphor and the baby powder. Meanwhile, Jen sat there, waiting for Melanie to finish so that she could use the right diaper hygiene. “Jill…” she said, giving me an uncomfortable smile. “Do I really need to wear a diaper?” I nodded and laughed. “You wanted to do this. You said ‘Hey! Let’s go and see the ball drop in Times Square!’ Well, if you don’t want to piss your pants, I advise that you put that diaper on.” Jen nodded. “And I’m going to pee before I put it on! Just one moment!” Jen hurried into the bathroom. While she was in there, Melanie came out, with a noticeably puffier waist and butt. “Looking good, Mew!” I said, smiling. Melanie shoved her hand against my back and laughed. “It feels weird. I hear a loud plastic crinkle every time I walk. It’s like I’m wearing Ziploc bags…” Jen exited the bathroom and grabbed the pink Trest diaper. “Can I use your bedroom to change?” she pleaded. “That bathroom is waaaay too small…” Melanie nodded. “Go ahead, we’re waiting for you!” Jen entered the bedroom to change out of her panties and into a pink Trest diaper. Minutes later, Jen waddled out of the room. Since both Jen and I were wearing dresses, the diaper wasn’t at all noticeable. But for Melanie, who wore jeans, the outline of the diaper was clearly noticeable. We grabbed our coats and followed Melanie to where we needed to go to line up for New Year’s Eve. As we were walking down the stairs of the apartment, Jen glanced at me. “Jill,” she said. “How do you do it? We’re already walking down the stairs and I’m already uncomfortable in this diaper.” “Stop.” I told Melanie. I then turned to face my twin sister. “You’re uncomfortable since you didn’t use enough powder. It prevents chafing so you want to use enough. Here. Melanie. We need to go back up to your apartment. We need to fix Jen’s diaper.” “What?” Jen said, laughing. “I didn’t want to waste the powder.” “You know nothing about changing,” I told her. “Only how to change me every now and then.” Jen sighed. “That’s different. This is me we’re talking about this time. Not you!” We re-entered the apartment and I watched to make sure that Jen was powdering her diaper properly. When I gave her the thumbs up, she refastened the tapes. Fortunately, they stuck again, as the tapes on the plastic backed diapers tend to tear the plastic if they stick too tightly. With Jen taken care of, we made our second trip down the stairs. This time, Jen looked a lot more comfortable. Melanie led us to 44th street and 7th Avenue, where thousands were already starting to line up, even though it was 12:17 PM. 2023 had less than 12 hours left now… For food, Melanie had a few granola bars for us in her backpack to have if we got really hungry. She also packed three water bottles, which we had to carefully ration for the whole 12 hours as there was no getting out of line once we were crammed into the pen with all the other people. The NYPD officer guided us with a crammed group of other people, and we had to stand there for almost 12 hours. As the hours went by, many thousands more people crowded into Time Square, being just as crazy as we were. I wonder if they were wearing diapers too? We casually munched on our granola bars in carefully rationed bites and drank our waters in carefully rationed sips. Jen seemed to have a system as to how often she would sip her water, so I simply followed her routine. 6:00 PM came by. Our water bottles were about half empty. At this point, Jen really started to look uncomfortable, while I seemed to be the most comfortable of the group. At this point, I believe that I must have had at least five or six smaller wettings. But by the look that Jen was giving me, I could tell that she did not pee her diaper once. “Jill!” she groaned in discomfort. “I have to pee!” “Just go in your diaper!” I told her in hushed tones, not even caring who would hear me nearby. Just then, I saw a relieved smile on Melanie’s face. “Well, that was totally gross, but where else am I going to go? Jen, just go. I know that it’s gross, but you have no other choice…” Another hour and a half passed, and Jen looked even more uncomfortable. “Ughhhh!” Jen groaned, as if she was about to give birth. “Jill…I really have to go now…” I sighed. “Jen, I just went a little bit again without even thinking. Just use your diaper. It’s your Times Square New Year’s Eve diaper!” “Well it’s easy for you!” Jen told me. “You have no bladder control!” “Just go,” I told her. “You will feel a lot better once you do.” “Ugghhh…” Jen groaned. “I…I can’t….I can’t pee….” “Yes you can.” I told her. “Just relax and concentrate. Think of waterfalls. Rain. Small trickles of water. Tinkle, trickle. The water from a hose. Look at this water…the flow of it. Isn’t it just RUSHING and GUSHING out? Those torrents of rain going pitter patter on the sidewalk. More little pitter patters…” “Uhhaaahh….” Jen moaned as she heard my litany of statements pertaining to running water which made her feel more and more uncomfortable. “Uhhhh….Ohhhhhh…It’s coming…Oh….” I smiled as I saw the face that Jen was giving me. It was the kind of face that anyone would have if they were in the middle of releasing their bladder. “Jill!” Jen panicked. “It’s not stopping! The diaper…It’s swelling a lot around my legs…” I smirked. “You’ll be fine. That’s a Trest. That can hold a river.” “The Hudson River?” Melanie joked. Finally, Jen let out a huge sigh of relief. Just as I told her, the diaper didn’t leak. But now, I could only guess that Jen’s diaper was beginning to sag a little. Jen then gave me a weird smile. She whispered into my ear. “I can’t believe that I am saying this to you, Jill. You know that unstoppable period of micturition that I just had? It felt quite pleasurable. I can see why you enjoyed it the first time that you were awake to experience it. The release of dopamine and oxytocin. What am I saying? I can’t believe I am saying this!” I nodded. “It’s okay. It’s that tingly feeling that you get when you’re finished, right?” Melanie gasped. “Yeah. I kind of felt that too when I was done!” Just then, a couple of burly guys in beards and mustaches interrupted our conversation. “Hey!” the first guy shouted. “Did I just hear you say that you were wearing diapers?” “Yeah,” the other guy added. “We kind of watched the one girl suddenly just pee herself…” The first guy laughed. “It’s okay because we’re wearing diapers too! What kind of idiot would try to hold their bladder for more than eight hours? Wearing them here is kind of an unspoken rule…” “Yeah…” the second guy added. “You all have a happy new year!” We all nodded, and then laughed at the conversation that those men just gave us. About two and a half hours later, I saw Jen give me the same look that she had when she was peeing the first time. From what I saw, she just went without hesitation. I began to wonder. Is Jen actually starting to enjoy wearing that diaper? While Melanie didn’t tell me that she was going, I could tell that she went again at some point as there was no look of discomfort on her face. Almost two hours passed, and we were on the last minute of 2023. Then the last 30 seconds…then 15, 14, 13, 12, 11… “10!” We and many thousands shouted all around Times Square. “9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” The Waterford Crystal ball completed its descension into Times Square. 3,000 pounds of confetti rained down onto the tens of thousands of people who were all screaming in excitement at the birth of a new year. 2024 had officially arrived. About an hour later, we were able to get out of the crowds and back to Melanie’s apartment. We all entered, with Pink Trests that could probably still hold a couple more wettings similar to the one Jen had the first time. Prior to our leaving the apartment, Melanie had two sleeping bags in the small living room, with two pillows. Both Jen and I went towards the sleeping bags while Melanie retired to her bedroom for the night. “Good night, you two! See you in the morning!” I glanced at Jen and gave her a puzzled look. “Well?” Suddenly, Melanie’s door opened. “Jen, these are your panties. Do you want them?” Jen grabbed the panties from Melanie and thanked her. “Good night.” Melanie said again before closing the door. I watched as Jen held her panties in her hand. But instead of taking her diaper off and putting them on, she threw the panties aside. “What?” I gasped. “Jen! What are you doing?” “Just for tonight!” Jen told me. “I peed this diaper good. How much can it hold?” I gave her a mischievous grin. “You just want to play in it, don’t you?” Jen’s face turned red. “Um…Yeah. I wanna know why you think it feels so good! Yes, the release of urine, but the other thing. Jen got into her sleeping bag, and I could tell that she was having a very pleasurable experience. Her breaths became more labored as she let out a pleasant sigh. “Jill…You’re right. It’s good. It feels so good…But now I must pray…Father, forgive me!” I sighed when I heard my sister say this. “Sorry. Am I being a bad influence?” Jen shook her head. “You are, but no. I just wanted to experience it once. And I did. Good night, Jill. Happy New Year!” I let out a yawn. “Happy New Year, Jen!” And Happy New Year to all my JJ Little Besties who made it this far. My, was this a long one! But this story is far from over, my JJ Littles. With 2024 finally here, we can now begin to celebrate the season of love. What? Did you think that I was going to cover all of January? No. We are skipping right to February, my JJ babies. The baby cupid was successful because his love arrows hit both me and Gary. And in the next chapter, you are going to see what I consider to be one of the very best dates that I ever had with Gary. And don’t worry if you don’t have a mommy or daddy, my JJ Besties. I, Mommy Jill, will be your Valentine. Stay tuned, my JJ Littles, because the sparks of love are about to fly everywhere…

Regular one. It was 899 Euro, then tack on the shipping, so 990. Then there's the exchange rate. The giant one was over 2000 Euro.

"The place is swarming with girls. They've all gone potty." (A Hard Days' Night reference for those who don't remember the movie.)

Chapter Six Once Elizabeth’s hair was dyed, things only got easier for June. After all, they were officially in too deep to back out from her plan. Elizabeth looked so youthful with red hair, especially when her locks were damp and her face was devoid of make-up. And, since June had only bought the one color, it wasn’t as if they could switch back if the girl got cold feet. Elizabeth hadn’t thought to grab a spare outfit before hopping in the shower, and her previous top was stained red here and there. She ended up reluctantly stepping out into the small suite in just her towel, which made her natural height and petite size more obvious than when she had been wearing the borrowed clothes. Apparently June was taking this ‘aunt’ thing seriously, as she had already laid out a set of pink pajamas on the bed. Technically, she was being helpful as an assistant as well, though it hardly felt that way when she was being more patronizing than professional. “It’s past your bedtime, young lady,” June said. She gestured to the PJs that were waiting for the small redhead. Elizabeth would have preferred wearing a simple shorts/tee combo, rather than something that was clearly designed for a child. However, the suitcase was nowhere to be seen. When Elizabeth asked, June simply explained, “I think it makes more sense for me to pick out your clothes from now on. Maggie dresses differently than you, yes? There was no point arguing. Elizabeth tried, of course, only to be reminded that all of this was practice for tomorrow. The privacy of their hotel suite was the perfect place to adapt to this new dynamic, so no one would be suspicious of the aunt/niece thing tomorrow. According to June, all this hesitation was exactly the problem. ‘Lizzie’ needed to get all this difficult energy out now, because it wasn’t long before they’d be doing it for real. At least Elizabeth was given some privacy to change. As if the pink PJs weren’t bad enough, June had also set out a pair of plain pink panties. The cheap cotton was nowhere near the quality of the underwear Elizabeth was used to wearing, though complaining about it would just prove her assistant’s point. It really wasn’t fair; there was no winning, and she could already feel her control slipping away now that she had been talked into this absurd idea. A minute or two later, June did the thing where she knocked while also opening the door before being given permission. “Ready for bed, Lizzie?” she asked. Elizabeth’s lips tightened in annoyance. They had so recently talked about the attitude thing and, since June had knocked, there wasn’t a good way to chastise her without it sounding immature. Between the wine and the non-stop frustrations of a long day, Elizabeth wasn’t exactly in an ideal headspace to argue much more anyway. “Yes,” she muttered. The truth was, Elizabeth was exhausted, to the point where not even ‘Lizzie’ got much of a reaction beyond the annoyed look on her face. “Yes, what?” June asked. Right. The newly red haired girl had forgotten about that little detail throughout the course of her shower and this latest round of being casually demeaned. “Yes, Aunt June,” she said, with a small huff. “Better, Lizzie,” she nodded, “Now, lie down so I can tuck you in.” Elizabeth wasn’t that much of a pushover. “June, no,” she flatly said. It was just now dawning on her that she and June hadn’t discussed the exact age that Elizabeth was supposed to be, or how old June’s real niece was. “I’m not a little girl.” “Yes. You are.” Crossing her arms, June gave the pink clad girl a stern look. “You’re my niece, and I’m in charge of you this weekend, Lizzie. We already agreed to all of this, and you promised that you would behave. Didn’t you . . . ?” “I- umm,” Elizabeth hesitated. Their conversation earlier had taken so many turns that she had completely lost track of what either party had actually said along the way, or the order in which they had discussed things. This had been mostly June’s idea, but Elizabeth had ultimately gotten on board due to her limited wardrobe options. Except she was pretty sure they hadn’t talked about anything beyond the day of the presentation. Right? While ‘practicing’ did make logical sense, there was only so much of that she could stomach. Before Elizabeth could stammer out much more, June said far more calmly and clearly, “A well behaved girl would go to bed at an appropriate hour. Now, I’m going to count to three. One . . . Two . . . ” At that, Elizabeth’s eyes widened. This kind of parental tactic had been used on her like a kid, much like it had at some point or another throughout the average person’s childhood. She never expected to be treated in such a way as an adult, yet it still ended up having the same psychological effect. “June, wait! That’s not-” Her protests fell on deaf ears, as the assistant kept counting. Despite knowing that June didn’t actually have any authority over her, Elizabeth ended up caving. After ‘two,’ she obediently sat down on the bed and awkwardly swung her legs onto the mattress. She was still sitting up, less in defiance and more to keep some semblance of maturity. Not that it helped very much in that regard. Giving a nod of approval, and pressing her advantage right away, June said, “All the way, Lizzie. Lie down, under the covers.” By contrast, Elizabeth was more at a disadvantage. She had already partially committed, which didn’t leave her much room to push back. It felt so wrong letting her assistant belittle her like this. Especially since Elizabeth would have gone to bed of her own volition within the next half hour if she had just been left alone. Being told to do something she was already going to do was the worst. However, all she could say was, “Yes, Aunt June.” Now that the ball was rolling with this niece idea, Elizabeth felt like there wasn’t much she could do except ride it out. Maybe some rest would give her the level headedness she needed to clarify what was and wasn’t appropriate before they left for the meeting tomorrow morning. Once her boss was fully horizontal, June stepped forward and helped her get the covers into place. And, just to add casual insult to injury, she leaned down and gave the girl’s forehead a peck. “Good night, Lizzie. Get some rest, okay? We have a big day tomorrow.” Just like the day before, Elizabeth was in for a rude awakening. Quite literally. “Lizzie. LIZZIE.” June’s voice was piercing, and she proceeded to grab Elizabeth’s shoulders in order to roughly jostle her from her slumber. Though it was a repeat of the previous morning in a few ways, there was far less respect coming from the girl who was supposed to be her subservient assistant. “Wake up, brat! You need to get up, now!” As if her body being shaken wasn’t bad enough, the overhead light was on as well. Elizabeth squinted and groaned as she was woken up in the least sensitive way possible. “W-what . . . ?” she mumbled. Sitting up and blinking a few times, her vision finally settled and she saw that June was standing above her. The young woman was wearing a business suit and looked fully put together; the ensemble was rounded out with a judgmental scowl on her face. June yanked the covers away, creating a wave of cold that more thoroughly woke the girl up. “You didn’t set an alarm, did you?! Lizzie, we need to leave in five minutes. I can’t believe you’re still in bed!” “But- my phone . . . I mean, I couldn’t?” Elizabeth sputtered out. Blushing from the sight of her body in the PJs she had forgotten about until the sudden lack of sheets reminded her of what she had put on before bed, she crossed her arms over her chest due to how her shivering was also slightly hardening her nipples. Without a bra, that would easily be seen through the thin top. “There’s a clock right there,” June pointed out, gesturing to the one on the bedside table that was provided by the hotel, “Guess that’s what happens when you rely on an assistant for literally everything. You don’t know how to do anything for yourself.” Elizabeth was taken aback by that, especially since she was still shaking off some of the grogginess that was lingering despite how she had been snapped out of her sleep. It was one thing for June to be patronizing due to the aunt/niece dynamic; it was something else entirely for this to turn into a commentary about their actual lives. Still clutching her smaller breasts, she took a breath and tried to lay down the law like she was used to doing back at the office. “June. Don’t-” “Get up, Lizzie! Your clothes are on the dresser. You’ve got sixty seconds, and then I’m coming back in to help with whatever you can’t manage on your own.” June swiveled on her heel and left the room, pointedly closing the door behind her after a stern reminder, “Oh, and it’s Aunt June.” It took Elizabeth a few seconds to process the parting words. She didn’t need help getting dressed! Except it was clear this had a lot more to do with speed than actual capabilities. Getting out of bed was a lot easier without the warmth of the comforter tempting her to stay, plus she was very much awake after all of that. Scrambling to take off the girly pajamas, without looking at what was waiting for her on the other side of the room, she scurried over to the clothes her assistant had mentioned. The shorts were dark pink. Not great, as Elizabeth really didn’t enjoy that color on herself in general, though at least more forgiving than a lighter hue. There was no time to hesitate. Better to have on a younger girl’s clothes than be caught in the plain underwear that was also borrowed. Elizabeth hastily pulled on the shorts, and only realized afterwards that there wasn’t a bra anywhere to be seen. Just a nude cami, as well as a white t-shirt. Once again, she realized there was no time. Being late to their pitch was unacceptable, and June had already proven to be overly ‘helpful’ the previous morning in terms of making sure they were punctual. Maybe Elizabeth could grab a bra on the way out, and change in the car? Her stuff couldn’t have gotten far; it still bothered her that her assistant had taken the suitcase away. June had a perfectly reasonable excuse, however, since the clothes belonged to her niece. For the time being, Elizabeth had to focus on getting dressed. She put on the loose undergarment, as it was better than nothing, then grabbed the tee and began pulling it on. “Ready, Lizzie?” True to her word, June let herself back in. A minute hadn’t been quite enough for Elizabeth to get changed. Sixty seconds to get up, strip down, and put on a whole new outfit? Not possible for a girl who was still reeling from being treated so differently than she was used to. “I guess not,” she sighed. June quickly crossed the room and placed her hands on the shirt, jerking it around as Elizabeth tried her best to get her limbs through the arm holes. It was so much more difficult when four arms were involved, rather than two. “June! Stop; I can do it myself!” she whined, “Just- give me a minute.” “I did give you a minute,” June pointed out, “And for the last time, it’s ‘Aunt June.’ Mess it up again, and you’re staying here.” As appealing as that was on some level, Elizabeth would absolutely not accept hiding away in their suite again. She had literally dyed her hair for this, and had suffered through so many patronizing moments. And it would not look good to their boss if June was the one who did the entire presentation herself. The whole point of this plan was to get credit for going above and beyond with this little disguise. Also, Elizabeth had been so fucking bored last night, as she had no technology around to entertain herself. When Elizabeth didn’t argue, June continued assisting until the tee was fully on, then made a point to fuss over it for a few seconds afterwards as well. “There. Now, what would a polite little girl say?” Flushing a bit, still thoroughly flustered from both the t-shirt and everything between that and when she was woken up, Elizabeth muttered, “Thank you . . . Aunt June.” “Good,” June nodded, “You sound just like a moody tween. Now, we still have to brush your teeth and fix that bed head of yours. Let’s go, Lizzie.” It was all too much, meaning Elizabeth was too overwhelmed to focus on a single part of it. She wasn’t trying to act like a younger girl, yet apparently that’s how it came across? It was a little embarrassing that June perceived it as getting into character, when that wasn’t actually the case. Elizabeth also hadn’t missed the ‘we’ part of the impending morning routine, nor the childish nickname. Honestly, the most frustrating thing was mostly the fact that June thought it was okay to play the role of ‘bossy aunt’ when it was just the two of them. Yes, it had been explained that practicing made more sense than diving in cold upon arrival, but still. Before Elizabeth could express her grievances or, more accurately, sort out which of them made sense to complain about, June placed her hand on the small of Elizabeth’s back and walked her towards the door that led out of the bedroom. The bathroom was their destination. As Elizabeth was nudged inside, she saw an unfamiliar purple toothbrush waiting for her, along with a small tube of kids’ bubblegum toothpaste. It belatedly dawned on her that she hadn’t brushed her teeth last night, as all her toiletries were back in the suitcase at June’s place. Not the end of the world to miss a single evening’s brush, yet also not ideal. Answering the question that hadn’t fully formed in Elizabeth’s mind yet, June said, “The hotel keeps stuff like this on hand for those that need it. You’re not the first kid to forget to pack her toothbrush.” Elizabeth blushed again. “I’m not a kid.” She immediately regretted saying it out loud. Obviously they both knew her real age, which only made the assertion sound immature. “Can’t I use your toothpaste?” “Mine’s in my room, Lizzie,” June said, “And every second counts. If we’re late because of you, and don’t land this client, I’ll make sure your boss knows who’s to blame.” First, oversleeping and accidentally leaving her clothes at June’s apartment. Then having a similar problem this morning. Elizabeth knew this wasn’t actually her fault, as a lot of it had to do with other variables. And again, she wanted to snap at her assistant for the audacity of threatening her. Except June had just reminded her of the time crunch, plus it was difficult to get in a word edgewise when ‘Aunt June’ was in charge. There was also the girl in the mirror. Elizabeth did a double take as she saw someone she barely recognized looking back at her. Unkempt red locks, no make-up, and an embarrassingly flat chest; the white tee also had a light pink butterfly on one side of the chest that she hadn’t noticed before. Elizabeth reluctantly started brushing her teeth with the flavored paste after recovering from the shock of just how youthful and different she looked, which is when June started brushing her hair. “Mmm!” she exclaimed, trying and failing to say that she could do it herself with a mouth full of pink foam. “Hush, Lizzie.” Punctuating the words by harshly pulling the brush through a knot, June said, “It’ll be faster if I do it, anyway.” Rather than a simple braid, like June had done yesterday morning, she separated Elizabeth’s hair out and pulled half of it up into what was clearly going to be one of two twintails. With wide eyes, Elizabeth let out another muffled whine, along with a small shake of her head. She couldn’t risk more than that when her hair was being handled. June just sighed. “For fuck’s sake, Lizzie. Yes, I’m putting your hair in an immature style. Because you are supposed to be my NIECE. The less you look like yourself, the better. You don’t want anyone remembering you after this, right?” Right. It was just Elizabeth’s instinct to avoid anything that made her look younger. After years of being so careful with her image, she definitely needed constant reminders of why this was necessary. At least she wasn’t going to suffer through pigtails; that would definitely be worse than the simple yet childish style she was about to be dealing with. Letting out a sigh of her own through her nose, Elizabeth continued brushing her teeth while June tied half her red locks up. The other side was done just as quickly and, after Elizabeth spit into the sink, she was met with an even less mature reflection. “Okay,” June said, “Your shoes are by the door. Go put them on while I grab my purse.” Elizabeth abandoned her idea of asking for a bra. Loathe as she was to admit it, a nearly flat chest lent itself well to the disguise they were going for. The good news was, she didn’t have to worry about a hard reset in terms of her dynamic with June. Since the admin girl would be fired within the next two weeks, Elizabeth could start fresh with a new assistant. June appeared just as Elizabeth was tying her second shoe, easily looking like the only professional adult between the two of them. “Let’s go, Lizzie,” she said, “Oh, and hold my hand. I don’t want you running off and getting lost.” ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

The comments about her intelligence would hold merit if her message wasn't "listen to the experts." All these comments insulting her and not a single one even touching on the actual relevant subject. If you are against this girl so much, explain why by using the actual science she's pushing for you to understand. She's telling you to listen to the experts, and you're saying she's wrong. Now it's on you to explain why the experts are wrong, not why the person telling you to listen to them is wrong. Be sure to have your research peer reviewed and cosigned by other educated and qualified people. We wouldn't want a bunch of morons with no degrees on the internet pushing science based policies without any scientific literacy, right?

BONG!!! WRONG ANSWER!!!

In my part of the world public holidays are like buses. For ages there are none and then suddenly they all arrive as a pack. Consequentially, I’ve had a lot of short weeks recently but there’s a price to be paid. A few days after just one more upcoming long weekend, I will enter a public holiday drought that shall extend forth to the known boundaries of our space-time universe, or October, whatever arrives first. Last weekend (which was a four day weekend for me), my beloved decided to clean out her kitchen cupboards. Apart from needing to remain 20 meters from her at all times during this process (it seems that everything she has ever bought has been a critical piece of household support infrastructure and gazing upon her whilst she attempts to cull them vexes her), I realised she’d also managed to completely fill our 240 litre general waste “wheelie bin” with her rejects. Despite my relief at not having to pay a removalist company additional scarce resources so that she might throw them away from our impending sea-change location, our nominally-generous 240 litre “wheelie bin” was, to use appropriate Australian vernacular, chockers (completely full)... My Sunday-to-Wednesday bag of used nappies was already entombed beneath bags of obscure, plastic and most likely never-before-used kitchen appliances in that bin but I could see that a Wednesday-to-Sunday tranche of used nappies was never going to fit in there. Since I was “off” Thursday and Friday anyway due to a confluence of a rostered day off and another public, I just decided to go full time in cloth nappies for the balance of the week thus avoiding the wheelie bin issue. That’s four days and four nights in old-school cloth nappies. Generally speaking, everything went ok. Night times were pinned terries worn with the expected elevation in frequency of bedwetting: I suspect a function of the psychological comfort in bed of them being practically unleakable. I was however reminded of one of the perils of cloth pretty much straight away. Wednesday night’s terry nappy developed a distinct “cattery” odour pretty much the moment it got wet. This was unfortunately during a late-ish dinner. By the time I did eventually make it beneath the covers, I was acutely aware that I could easily smell my nappy. If I could smell my nappy, then so could my beloved, or maybe the neighbours. Strangely enough, she never said anything. By morning however, there was quite a strong ammonia whiff coming from beneath the blankets and I was glad to change out of it. She may have been glad for me to change out of it also but she didn’t say it which was nice. I recalled that a couple of weeks ago, I’d run out of laundry sanitiser. Rationing what I had, I’d run a load or two through without the anti-bacterial additive. Furthermore, lousy autumn weather had made drying a slow and I suspect, slightly incomplete process. I ran Wednesday night’s nappy through the machine on Thursday with some other nappy gear that needed a wash but THIS time, I used all the sanitiser. The weather gods also smiled upon me and I got in some line drying. On Friday I had coffee with a friend (from DD no less) in a white “DPF with extra padding” adult cloth nappy under jeans. Although a little puffy in the crotch and bum, he knew exactly what I was wearing anyway and was similarly attired so no dramas there. Friday night was another pinned terry but it was fine. Saturday saw the volume unexpectedly taken up a notch. At my beloved’s behest, I found myself waddling around a shopping mall. The issue however was that the bulky “Omutsu” cloth/Velcro nappy under milky white plastic pants I was wearing had already seen some hours use at home before I left. I could feel cool cloth wetness hanging down between my thighs and frankly, I felt a fraction more obvious than I was comfortable with. My beloved however didn’t seem to notice nor care. At least I didn’t leak. By Saturday night, looking for another night-shift nappy, I decided that Wednesday’s malodorous terry was dry enough to go another round. Normally this nappy wouldn’t rotate back on-shift for a couple of weeks (I have quite a few cloth terries) but I decided to bring it forward in the rotation to see if it had “improved” any. I went to bed that in Wednesday’s (laundered) terry, slightly damp at around 11pm and proceeded to dreamlessly pee myself through the night. By morning, whilst I couldn’t claim to be smelling exactly lavender fresh (when you pee in cloth nappies, they smell of pee), I didn’t smell like a cat’s litter box either. The scent coming from beneath the blankets was vastly muted relative to Thursday morning and was little more than a faint warm pee smell. I smelt no worse than your average toddler. Laundry wash sanitiser works. So does ultraviolet light but mainly it’s sanitiser.

With the vacation drawing to a close the girls have one last thing they want to do: Swimming! Before they leave their accommodation though, Sam has an important decision to make on what she'll wear. --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 50+ stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- Sam stretched out her arms and legs and felt them connect with the wooden bars. It was still early but Sam could already hear the birds outside the window singing their songs. Swaddled in her blanket she felt very comfortable and really didn’t want to move. She closed her eyes and relaxed, a second later she was wetting her diaper. She shivered as the stream exited her body and trickled down between her legs. With a sigh a smile spread across Sam’s face and she shifted her butt back and forth a few times feeling the warmth spreading across her skin. She felt like a tiny baby. Laying in her crib, surrounded by her blanket and now in a wet diaper as she waited for Nina to come and get her. It was everything that would’ve once been her nightmare but now that she was experiencing it she only felt a feeling of contentedness and peace. She was embarrassed to feel that way but it was the truth. It felt good not to be fighting. Sam laid in her crib for quite a while. She was in no rush to get up, she felt supremely peaceful listening to the sounds of nature and feeling the warmth surrounding her. Eventually though she heard Nina stirring in her bed. Sam rolled on to her side and smiled dreamily as she saw Nina slowly sit up and adjust back to the waking world. Nina sat in bed for a minute or so before she finally swung her legs over the side and stood up. She picked up her dressing gown and put it around her shoulders before walking around the foot of the bed, past Sam and into the bathroom. She heard the sound of the shower and relaxed a little bit knowing it would at least be a few minutes before she came back. Today they were going swimming which pretty much meant that Sam wouldn’t be wearing a diaper. Whilst she had grown used to wearing under her clothes and even openly whilst with her friends she was not at all ready to be so open to the world. It was hard to imagine but Sam was already so used to the diapers that she felt like she was going to miss them. The security that wrapped around her waist like a warm blanket was going to be absent and she felt unexpectedly sad. “Good morning.” Nina’s voice made Sam jump. It turned out that despite the shower running Nina hadn’t actually stepped into it yet. She walked into the room and could see that Sam was awake. Sam looked around and saw that Nina was wearing only her robe. She leaned against the side of the bars and the robe nearly fell open. Sam had to remind herself not to just stare at her friend’s chest. “Hey.” Sam said as she sat up. Nina didn’t ask before reaching down and lifting Sam out of the crib. In fact, she didn’t ask as she laid Sam down on her bed and bent down to pull out a fresh diaper. Sam propped herself up on her elbows. “I don’t think I’ll need another diaper.” Sam said. “No?” Nina looked up from the edge of the mattress where she was crouched down and reaching under the bed. She almost looked disappointed for a minute before a smile spread across her face, “But do you WANT one?” Sam immediately felt herself blushing as Nina smiled at her. She should’ve denied it right away but the longer she remained silent the more obvious the truth was. Sam looked to the side and tried to force the embarrassment away. “W-We’re going swimming.” Sam decided to ignore Nina’s loaded question. The obvious implication was that she couldn’t wear the disposables in the pool… But that she would’ve worn a diaper if she could. “Fair enough.” Nina said as she stood up, “I can still change you out of this one though.” Before Sam could properly react Nina was starting to pull on the tapes of the diaper. Sam didn’t exactly want Nina to stop so she laid back down on the covers. Sam sighed in relaxation as Nina pulled out some baby wipes and started the task of cleaning. She wasn’t in any particular rush, Sam noticed, and seemed to be very carefully going over every inch of Sam. Much to the small woman’s embarrassment she found herself responding to these caresses. So when Nina pulled the diaper out from under her Sam was left on the bed feeling somewhat disappointed. She felt sure that Nina was into her as much as the opposite was true but she still wasn’t ready to take that leap, to ask Nina to keep going or to tell her how she felt. These feelings were all so new to Sam, she didn’t know if she was just confused or mistaken. “I’ll leave you to get dressed.” Nina said as she took the used diaper away. Sam waited until the bathroom door had closed before sitting up. She went over to her clothes and picked out a shirt and shorts that she could wear over her swimming costume. Much like the rest of her clothes the swimsuit was childish. It was practically impossible to find any two-piece suit that would fit her so she was forced into wearing a one-piece suit which, to her, seemed a lot more juvenile. It was a bright pink with little pictures of inflatable toy unicorns all over. After she had got dressed she had to admit that she felt weird. After several days with padding between her legs it was strange to have nothing there now, it felt like there was a lot more space than she was used to. She noticed that when she walked she still did so as if she had a diaper on with her legs wider apart than they had to be. Sam put some regular clothes on over the swimsuit and walked out to the living room. She had to consciously remind herself to walk normally and focusing so much on it was making sure she wasn’t. “Hey, Sam, what do you think?” Chrissy asked as she opened the robe she was wearing to show her swimsuit. “It’s… really nice!” Sam replied a little bashfully. In truth Sam thought it was more than nice. It made her friend downright sexy and although she didn’t feel the same things for Chrissy as she did for Nina she couldn’t deny what she was seeing. The skimpy swimming costume really accentuated Chrissy’s body, her curves really stood out and she was sure to be turning heads at the pool. Her most private areas seemed to only just be covered up, it seemed designed to tease boys who would be looking in her direction. It really highlighted the difference between Sam and her friend. Whilst Chrissy had an undeniably sexy outfit Sam would be wearing a children’s costume that covered her up as much as possible. “All ready?” Nina asked when she came out of the bedroom a little bit later. “I think so.” Sam replied with a smile, “Feeling a little bit nervous.” “Why’s that?” Nina asked. Sam went over to Nina. She wasn’t too keen on being overheard by any of the others. It seemed Nina understood Sam’s reluctance and leaned forwards so she and Sam were close to each other. “I’m just a bit worried about not having a diaper.” Sam whispered. She looked around conspiratorially, “I mean, after the last few days…” “You’ll be fine.” Nina smiled, “I won’t let anything happen.” Sam smiled herself and blushed as she looked away. She wondered if Nina had always been this perfect and she just hadn’t noticed or if it was a recent development. It certainly seemed like Nina had grown a lot in confidence, she seemed as awkward as Sam was at the start of the holiday but now she seemed a lot more comfortable about everything. Maybe Sam’s increasing acceptance of the diapers had awakened some kind of maternal instinct in her friend and she was very confident in it. --- If you want to find out what happens next you can do so RIGHT NOW at either of the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lplyymi677/chapter/07443830-bae5-4573-9f9e-ac88fa9aaa8a https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1283381

I agree that a real messy diaper is the best. I wet at work, but no poopy diapers in the workplace. Maybe I will try a banana in my diaper, but then coworkers might ask me why I smell like a banana!!

Another quick note - although I often say that and then write a novel. But I really do have a hell of a lot to get done today for work. How can you tell? Because I'm wearing plastic pants. I may not have time for "I should start changing positions while I'm using this diaper" antics. The ones I have on are printed Rearz vinyl ones, notably oversized for a disposable, but they're comfy - the only reason I don't wear them more often is because they're bulky, which I suppose I could solve if I started buying plastic pants for disposables - all the ones I have, I bought for wearing over cloth diapers, and so by necessity, they are oversized. I know some of you here - @oznlbeing one - wear plastic pants religiously, and you probably get more mileage out of your diapers as a result, and do less laundry. Mostly working from home has allowed me the luxury of being on safe ground and within moments of a change, if necessary, and when I'm out and about, I generally have a conservative flight plan, so to speak. I was reminded again last night of the expenditure of spousal political capital that always wearing diapers demands... my wife and I got into a disagreement about something minor, and she mounted an argument best described as "because I say so, and now I will stick my fingers in my ears and pretend I can't hear you", so I said, 'Well, that argument is just childish...". So, I guess I opened the door for what was coming. "I'm the childish one?" I, of course, was mounting my argument while wearing a diaper... a plain white one, but the onesie I had on hid most of it, save maybe the leg gathers. At least it was a black onesie?

I'm Kristin. Been in a DD marriage since 2020. In the beginning me and my husband lightly broached power exchange relationship dynamics and mostly joked about Domestic Discipline. During the Pandemic, when we spent most of our time at home just the 2 of us, the jokes of Domestic Discipline turned into discussions, and then serious consideration of beginning a Domestic Discipline marriage. We ended up giving it a try and it works extraordinarily well for us. We optimistically hoped for benefits and the benefits are better than we thought they could be. I am Taken in Hand (submissive) and he is the Head of Household (the leader). Basically, my hubby, as the leader, has the final say on matters, has expectations for me, and ultimately if need be, I am disciplined when I am in the wrong. This works for us. I've been curious about diapers since I was about 16, haven't dabbled much at all in it. Just have mostly read about it online and seen videos. Husband is very understanding, which is great. He's never made me feel like a freak for my curiosity of ABDL. In fact, he's said he sees it as a powerful form of bondage which could be used for discipline. So, he def understands the Diaper Discipline concept LOL. For a long time we thought about started incorporating Diaper Discipline into our established Domestic Discipline but have always tabled it. We're heavily discussing it once more. Talking to some others on DD / Dom/Sub forums has made me feel Diaper Discipline in Power Exchange Relationships isn't such an insane, unheard of thing. It's something that couples do they just don't discuss it much. Just like how my husband and I don't discuss Domestic Discipline with friends and family. Even this site I've discovered recently (https://dd-guide.webflow.io/) is all about couples incorporating Diaper Discipline. They claim over 1,400 couples are on there who actively implement it. Is Domestic Discipline something that's accepted here? Are there other people on here in a marriage like mine? Anyone with experience using Diaper Discipline? Thanks for your time Kristin

Chapter Thirty Nine “Argo.” Amanda started. “McDerpus” Mr. Mike finished over her shoulder. John nodded at them with a completely serious look on his face. Mommy turned and walked right outside without saying a word. Mike looked between Amanda and John and followed Amanda outside, not noticing that the child gate swung shut behind him. Now feeling confused, he walked over to the gate and looked at their shadows in the grass. Mommy’s shadow was doubled over and he could see the shadow of her arm over her mouth. And then he heard it. He could hear her snort. Then he heard her laugh. Then he saw Mr Mike’s shadow reach over and hold her up as she had a full blown laugh attack. The sound of laughter made him crack up again. And from the looks of it, Mr Mike was having a quiet laugh as well. Argo McDerpus was the perfect name. It was a couple of minutes before they came back in. Standing at the gate, he could swear he heard something with the words ‘adorable’ and ‘dork’ or maybe it was ‘adorkable.’ but it was impossible to tell for certain from around the corner and across the porch. When they finally came back in Mommy picked him up and squeezed him and his new stuffie together in a hug. She seemed to be just managing to keep a straight face as she explained “Mr Mike and I are going to spend a couple of hours working in the kitchen making tomato sauce and salsa. After lunch, and probably a nap, we’ll probably go for a walk. “ For his part, John simply nodded along. She continued “Do you want to help us, or draw or read or something else?” Looking back and forth between Mommy and Mr Mike, he really wanted to participate, but had no idea how he could. Plus he was a bit snacky. “I don’t know how I can help, but if there’s something I can do I will? Although I’m a bit hungry.” With a nod she ruffled his hair as carried him over toward the counter. With one arm holding him, and his arms holding Argo, she shuffled the chairs around with two facing the counter, and one of the chairs with the booster seat facing out, while the other was facing in so he could climb in and out on his own. Mommy stood him up on the chairs and pointed “Why don’t you put Argo *heh* McDerpus in the booster seat for safe keeping while we work. Nodding along John lined Argo up in the pink booster seat facing in and immediately realized that the stuffie was bigger than him because he had to shove and shimmy and work to wedge him into the booster. By the time he had Argo in the seat, he stood up to look across the counter to see Mr Mike taking a knife to an apple. Quickly making lots of vertical chops and then flicking the slice off of the apple with each pass. Now, John had never considered himself bad with a knife, but watching someone several times your size run a knife into an apple the size of a grapefruit, flick a slice off onto a plate with one quick motion and immediately doing it again tends to leave you with a bit of a sense of awe. Mr Mike slid the small plate over to him with a nod and he happily picked it up sat on the chair cross legged and started snacking on them. They were cold from the fridge, and crisp and crunchy. And frankly just sweet and oh so slightly tart. As far as Johns earth born taste buds were concerned, it was as good as candy. He barely registered as Mommy sat a sippy cup of juice next to him by leaning over the back of the chair. All told, he wound up spacing out for at least fifteen minutes in his own little world full of healthy snacks and 32oz of Plapple juice. There were some upsides to go with the downsides. He had this nagging sensation that the juice always seemed to make him have more accidents, but it was impossible to stop drinking it regardless. Eventually he stood up on the chair and looked at what was going on. Mr Mike was cutting tomatoes into eight pieces and filling a big glass pan with them. Some sort of leafy green stuff was waiting to be chopped. There were several onions, a measuring cup next to it, and a pile of peppers that would likely have reduced most sane people to a gibbering pile of mush. Mommy read the recipe off to Mr Mike again and he started chopping onions, while she looked directly over at John before taking the peppers over to the other counter to cut them far away from him. That felt like a great kindness, honestly. John propped his elbows up on the counter and watched the goings on, fairly content to just watch and listen for the moment. It was fascinating to watch the two giants passing ingredients back and forth. Mommy was reading a recipe card, and cleaning jars while getting a bunch of lids into a pot on the stove for some reason. While they each did their respective prep work, Mommy brought up the topic of expanding the fenced in yard and adding a green house. John found their conversation mildly interesting at best. Until she mentioned being able to grow strawberries nearly year round in the greenhouse. Then he listened more intently. After about ten minutes, and one finished cup of Plapple juice later, a large food processor was taken out. Probably big enough to hold a bit over a gallon. It didn’t look ‘huge’ but it was definitely ‘really big’ to John. All of the ingredients were mixed up in a giant bowl and some of the mixture was unceremoniously plopped into the food processor before the lid was twisted into place. Mr Mike nodded to John across the counter and said “Don’t worry big guy, your Mom’s making the first batch mild for you before we get to the spicy stuff. That way no residue gets left over to sneak in and make you burst into flame.” John nodded along, genuinely happy for that bit of insight. He hadn’t thought about the possibility until it was said out loud, but then the thought of salsa he couldn’t eat seemed concerning. The thing about food processors and blenders is that they are loud. Very loud, in fact. You never realize how loud they are until you turn one on. In this case, John realized how loud this food processor was the instant that Mr Mike twisted the giant dial to one side to make it pulse briefly. The instant the large food processor five feet from his head turned on, Johns feet left the chair he was standing on. Before he knew it, he was landing in a heap on the chair with his hands over his ears. He wasn’t screaming or making any noise, but for a brief moment he almost blurted out something that got him spanked and put back in time out. One moment later, Mommy was their reaching over the back of the chair and pulling him back upright. “Baby, are you okay!?” she asked in a panic. John looked up at her and answered quickly “I’ve changed my mind, may I sit on the porch and draw?” Shaking her head, she said “Yes sweety, let’s get you a comfy blankie and a pillow.” The next few moments were a bit of a blur for him, since Mr Mike came around the counter and carried him out to the porch where Mommy folded the comforter she’d been letting him nap on into a smallish square that was thick and fluffy. Xerxes wasted no time flopping onto the thick comforter and waiting for his little. Mr Mike held him out parallel to the ground and made a big show of making a mechanical whirring sound as he lowered him like he was a person shaped crane. Despite the flurry of activity, John couldn’t help having a giggle. His drawing pad was held out to him, and the dark gray 3D pencil that he had taken to using was handed to him. The entire box was placed off to his left so that he could use any of the others that he wanted. “Xerxes: Guard” Mommy said as she came back outside to put a sippy cup full of cold water next to him. He went from crouched on the chair covering his ears to outside reclined on his furry buddy in less than two minutes. He spent a moment pulling some of the comforter up over his legs and then flipped through his sketch pad waiting for an idea of what to draw. Looking at his previous drawing of the yard and garden, he thought about the conversation he had listened to about them expanding the yard and adding a green house. It took some squinting to get a mental image of what he wanted, and he knew that he didn’t get to erase any mistakes so he wanted to make it count. Taking a moment to make a tiny doodle of what he imagined in the top right corner so that it wouldn’t be in the way of his left hand as he drew, he drew the porch taking up half the bottom, and the house taking the other half. He then did a quick mock up of the stone path going to the gate, and made a square at the back, then a few lines that he guessed were about the number of rows of plants. With his idea roughly in mind, he grabbed another pencil to use as a straight edge and started drawing from his perspective on the porch, but this time he made the fence go roughly twice as far away, and pressed VERY hard as he drew the back fence. That done, he doodled a rough green house based on the few times he’d ever seen a glass building. It wasn’t great, but it had a roof with one single edge that was taller on one side. Sure, a green house would probably have a two sides ot he roof, but this was his doodle and he could do what he wanted. Kind of grinning to himself snuck in a little rough drawing of Argo sitting up on the top of the greenhouse. It wasn’t a flattering little drawing, but Argo wasn’t a flattering stuffy so it seemed even more fitting. As he started to fill in things like a stone pathway going right down the middle of the yard to the greenhouse he saw that he messed up a spot and flopped dramatically back onto Xerxes. As the dog smelled the top of his head he said “I goofed buddy. I don’t want to start over, this was a half hour of work.” After a moment the dog rested his muzzle on top of John, making him flail a bit as he got gently squished. By the time he wormed his way out from under the dogs head, he had an idea. So with a quick hug around the dogs neck and a kiss on the side of the big furry face he said “Thanks for the idea buddy. Even if you didn’t mean it.” Reaching for a blue pencil he carefully drew a bucket over the stone that he’d messed up and made look oddly like a melting gummi bear sith lord. There, no one will know that he goofed. Having fixed that inspired him, so he drew a tiny little house in the far back of this imaginary yard. Sure, the bigs would just see it as a playhouse, but to him it would look like a little cabin. He even managed to press just about right in the grooves of the boards so that they didn’t look like they were floating comically. Sure, he wasn’t strong enough to make super cool 3D things that popped off the page like a big, but he felt pretty accomplished with what he could do. After he was done with the yard, the walkway, the greenhouse, and the little cabin, he stared up at the plants and decided to put the tomatoes far off to the left along the fence to that they weren’t in the way of the cabin. The short green leafy stuff were next and he was sketching the low wire fence around the pepper plants when he heard tires on gravel coming closer to the house. Moments later there was the sound of the gate latch moving and Xerxes leapt up to stand in front of John. Pretty confused now, he stood up and tried to peak around the dog. First he saw the blue jeans. Then he saw the loaded belt. And by the time he saw the shirt, he knew who it was. But that didn’t stop Xerxes from running to stand at the top of the stairs between the large man and the little he was guarding. Tail straight back, ears locked forward and teeth bare. Xerxes was a silent sentinel. But still, it was time to intervene. “Mom!!! Agent Praefectus is here, and Xerxes is about to eat him!” Within five seconds, Mom was out the door and commanding “Xerxes: DOWN.” And even then, the dog wouldn’t just sit down, he went back over to sit between them and John. And smelled his little just to make sure he was okay. He couldn’t help laughing as the cold nose smelled his face. The view from his side of the porch was of a dog and the topmost parts of two bigs. Mom was polite as always “Agent Praefectus, welcome back! What can we do for you today?” Agent Praefectus came into Johns field of view with a smile “Well Ma’am, the people in the office gave me a more exact list of coordinates to add some more motion trackers, and they said that if we are going to use your driveway every time that they pick up a little, we should ask for a signed statement that you are okay with it.” Amanda nodded “I can sign a piece of paper stating that you can use my driveway to go rescue littles.” With a nod, Agent Praefectus pulled a folder out from under his arm and held it out while continuing “They would also like your permission to install a simple stone pathway along the perimeter of the field. Not concrete or anything damaging, just something in case some paramedics need to be able to get a bit closer.” John watched the bigs head into the house to talk about … Honestly, now that his head seemed clearer and he could think a little better, it seemed apparent that they thought about these conversations as ‘grown up’ or ‘big talk’ and he was just sort of like a kid to them. He just decided to go back to his drawing. Content enough with the rows he had made, he set about using a sky blue to color the sky. When he was done with the sky, me moved onto the fence, and got kind of a laugh out of the little cabin standing out in front of the fence as he colored it in. After coloring the stone walkway, curiosity started to get the better of him, so he stood up and carried his box of pencils and his sketch pad into the house. Finding the three bigs in the kitchen standing around the counter, he put his tablet and pencils up onto the chair he had been standing on, then scrambled up onto the chair himself, then moved his drawing pad up onto the counter and leaned onto it himself. With a quick survey of what was going on, he noticed that they were all three discussing something intently, and didn’t even notice him. Dozens of jars of salsa were on the counter, and even more jars of red sauce were waiting on the counter behind the bigs. Apparently they had finished up. Finally tuning in to what they were saying, Agent Preafectus was saying “But we are working on a way to get to them before they can wander into the woods and get eaten. Or into the river.” Mom spoke up next “Well, if you call me if there’s any motion, I can rush up there.” Agent Praefectus shook his head “We obviously want to get there as fast as possible, but so much can happen in that amount of time.” The conversation went back and forth for a while. For his part, John listened passively while he went back to coloring his sketch. An idea occurred to him and he spoke up “Hey …” They didn’t seem to hear him. “Excuse me.” They still didn’t hear him. So he tried to wave his hand. Nothing. He felt like a child trying to get the attention of adults. Finally raising his voice he said as loudly as he could without shouting outright “EXCUSE ME.” All three of them turned to look at him at the same instant and he couldn’t stop himself from shying back a bit. He felt like he suddenly drew the attention of three giant predatory animals. Mom said gently “John, the grown ups are trying to decide something important. Do you need something?” That made John stand up to his full (very short) height on his chair “But I think I can help.” It seemed like all three of them were listening to a child say that they could do calculus or something. None of them were mean or rude about it, but they clearly didn’t think he had much to contribute. Fine. He’ll act like he’s giving a presentation. “Okay” He started “I think that we can agree that I’m the one here that came through a rift and knows what it was like to come through all disoriented and throwing up?” They all just nodded. Rolling his eyes, he slid the drawing across the counter and said “Wouldn’t it be possible to put a little shack like this one I drew with a light on it and some water and blankets so that any of us that came through had a place to rest and wait for rescue?” Finally all three of them gathered around the picture and looked first at the overall drawing, but then at the little shack. “You could put like a button that says “Press this if you are lost” and then anyone that comes through would know to wait for help.” Mom nodded along and then looked him in the eyes and said “John, that’s very clever.” Agent Praefectus looked at the picture and laughed a little. “From the mouths of littles”

Chapter 110: Pre-Date Planning BETH HAD BEEN surprised to leave class and find Carly waiting for her in a chair not far from their classroom. She had her head in her hands and looked like she was one step from breaking down. “Hey,” she said, walking up to her, “are you okay?” Carly looked up at her and noticed that there were some tear tracks. She scooped her up and hugged her, “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” she tried to say. “You look like you’ve been crying; that’s not nothing?” Beth asked. “Fine, I’ll tell you later… can we get out of here?” “Sure, let’s go get some food.” “Would you please put me down?” Carly asked her. “Sure,” she said, worried about this change from the past couple of days where she didn’t seem to mind when she held her. They walked beside each other to the Union, and Carly led her to a line at a chain that served chicken. They both ordered chicken nuggets, and Nikki picked up her own chicken sandwich, too, behind them, joining them at a table. “What’s wrong, Carly?” Beth asked. She sighed, “Who says something is wrong?” “You? Your body language?” Beth insisted. “Ugh… I just had, I think, the most mortifying experience of my life so far!” She said, dipping a piece of fist-sized chicken into it, “I don’t want to talk about it, though,” she told her. Beth considered pushing, but a shake of Nikki’s head was advice she decided to heed. “Did your test go okay, at least?” Carly tensed up but released a little bit as she said, “I think so… I mean, I’m nervous about my first real test here in this dimension, but I think I answered everything correctly.” She nodded, “When do you find out?” She asked. Right then, there was a ping from Carly’s bag, and she reached in for her phone, “Right now, apparently?” Her face was unreadable, Beth decided to ask, “So…?” “Perfect score? A Hundred?” Carly said. “Great job!” she told her. “Thanks,” Carly said sheepishly. “You ready for your test? That’s your next class, right?” “Yeah,” Beth told her. “Not looking forward to it, but I don’t think I can do any more studying?” Carly looked at her phone. “There’s a studio available for editing; want to go edit for an hour before our classes?” “Do you think we can actually finish that last scene?” Carly shrugged, “Not sure, but we can probably get close if not?” Beth looked at the clock on her phone and said, “Let’s do it!” It was a brisk walk for the three of them, but they made it into the studio and loaded the project. Carly was moving faster than anything she’d seen her do so far. ‘Is she trying to burn something from her memory from earlier?’ She thought. She certainly didn’t help Beth with that if that was her goal! Carly moved through the selected takes for the last two pages of the script at a rapid pace. Beth watched as Carly argued with the HoloCharacter about being the baby before getting fed some fake baby food by Beth. “All done! What a good baby!” she watched herself say. ‘I could have been saying that to a real baby,’ she thought. Right then, she grimaced as she watched herself squat down. Per the script, the camera angle briefly showed her filling her diaper before Isabella came in and sniffed beside her. “You’re poopy, sweetie!” was amongst the top ten most embarrassing lines said towards her while they filmed. She turned red as Carly manipulated the footage to show her ‘walk of shame’ back inside the daycare. ‘Brings a whole new meaning to walk of shame, actually,’ Beth thought. Carly practically jumped a moment later as she watched herself ‘poop’ her own diaper. She turned to look at her and noticed she was kind of shaking. “Are you okay, Carly?” She shrugged, “I hate seeing myself doing it, even more than doing it?” Beth nodded at that, “I’m not a fan of those scenes of pooping myself either? I think I have more than you, actually?” “You probably do…” Carly said, “But I’m the one who keeps living it right now?” “What happened this morning?” She asked, reaching over and squeezing Carly in a side hug. I TENSED AT the question but knew this was like when my mom or sisters asked me similar questions on bad days. I decided to rip the Band-Aid off as I manipulated the final camera angle and faded to black. “Done!!!” I said excitedly. She smiled, “Good job,” she said. “I’ll text Charlotte and let her know. Now, this morning?” I saved our work, locked everything back up, and turned to her. “I… I pooped my diaper in the test?” She hugged me again, “Nothing bad happened, right?” I shook somewhat, then said, “Well… I guess at least I didn’t get punished or demerits?” “But…?” “Someone complained about how I smelled bad, and so one of the girls in my class offered to change my diaper behind the desk.” “Why didn’t you just leave for the changing station?” “If we left, they considered us done. I guess the professor is being cautious about cheating?” She nodded at that, “I’ve had a couple of those morons…” She moved me onto her lap, then, “So, what did you say?” I blushed, “I accepted?” “So everyone saw you get changed?” “I don’t think so…?” I shrugged, “I had my eyes closed most of the time, though.” “Sorry, Carly, that’s pretty embarrassing.” She squeezed me, “Come on, we still have ten minutes to get to class. And I don’t think you can edit us out of being late?” “I could try?” I told her. She tickled my side then, “Let’s not push our luck?” We walked quickly to Euler, where we both had our class. She hugged me, “It’ll be okay, and we’ll have a great time this weekend! Try to relax in that voodoo you call math.” “Good luck with your basic calculus,” I razzed her. She stuck her tongue at me, and we split off to our classes. I spent the class going through the date that night in my head and all that I hoped would go right while contemplating what could go wrong! I really didn’t want to wear my uniform. Still, I also knew from the student handbook that if you wore it, the police and LPS would be more likely to believe you were a student and not just making up stories… Given that we’d have Nikki with me, I contemplated risking it, though! ‘It’s not like I want to dress up like a princess… just jeans and a sweater?’ I thought to myself with a sigh. Professor Nash began class with new variations on the content we’d discussed so far in the week. It was really cool to see the possibilities of using this process to further astronomy and portal physics calculations! While I was entertained, I noted several class members hadn’t made it in that day, and several others were propped up on their tablets, taking a nap. Professor Nash wasn’t a fool, so she said, “Okay, I think that’s as much of this as any of you will absorb today! Remember you will have a test on all we’ve discussed this semester on Friday of next week. I’ll have a study guide on my site this afternoon that you can use to review.” With that, I was helped down from the table and shouldered my bag, realizing it was at least an hour until Beth’s class was usually done. I didn’t know how an exam would affect that, so I just sat in the lobby outside her lecture hall to wait for her. As I approached, I saw Nikki sitting there already. “Not watching Beth?” I asked her. “Hi, Carly, skipping class?” She countered. “The Professor saw several absent students and several passed-out students and decided the math added up to early weekend! So… watching Beth?” I asked. “There’s only one way in or out, and they didn’t want me in the room during the testing?” “Sounds like an opportunity,” I frowned. “I’m going to be addressing it later. Right now, I’m not overly concerned. We’re more likely to deal with problems tonight. Speaking of which, tell me all of your plans!” I felt nervous as I said, “Well, I was debating about some place fancier, but I think it would be better to keep it casual for a first date.” “First date?” “Well… first official date?” I told her with a blush. “Anyway, my cousin Shelby told me about this place called Off-Forkway Stage that does burgers and shakes. They entertain you randomly with show tunes from musicals, too?” “Cute,” Nikki said. “What else?” “We’re just going to go see a movie. There are a couple of movies; I thought I would give Beth a choice.” “For your own sake, avoid the animated ones?” I nodded, “Shelby told me that, too. I was thinking either Glen’s Den, which is an action-adventure flick, or Harlsgate, which is some sort of science fiction film?” “No romance movies?” “I think there’s also one of those called Cupids Rise, but it didn’t sound as good to me?” “It hasn’t gotten very good reviews from anyone I’ve seen,” she conceded. “So, how are you getting there?” “Grandma?” “Romantic ride?” I shrugged, “Practical, I need to get her our overnight bags to go home with her?” She nodded, “Well, you definitely have a good head on your shoulders. What’s your end goal for this, though? Aren’t you supposed to be going home at the end of…?” She was about to finish when a series of students began escaping the room where Beth was taking the test. Nikki and I saw her come up behind a few Bigs and walk beside Livy. “Hey, Conn… Carly!” Livy said a moment later. “Hi, Livy!” I said. “Ready to change and head out?” “Are you dressing up for this?” Beth asked. “You’re safest with your uniform on?” She reminded me. I held up my wrist with the Student ID band we’d updated earlier in the week. “I have this, you, and most importantly, her!” I said, pointing at Nikki. Beth nodded, “So, how dressy are we talking?” “Casual, don’t go getting a ballgown on?” I told her with a smile. “Casual dinner and a movie; I just want to wear jeans and that purple sweater Aunt Bella made for me?” “That really soft and fuzzy one?” She asked me. I nodded. “I’ll be petting you all night long…” she said, turning red, “You two did not hear that!” Everyone laughed and walked me to Sanders. “Meet you down here in half an hour?” Beth asked. “Sounds good!” I said, racing upstairs to change out of the jumper outfit. I was tired of wearing the same outfit for the past week! It was infinitely more comfortable and loose-fitting than the fake tie and suit I had to wear as a boy, but I wanted to cover my legs more until it grew warmer! BETH HURRIED UPSTAIRS and discovered Rachel had again already packed her bag for her. She checked it for anything missing but decided she’d done a great job this time. Rings was even carefully laid on top of her clothes and pillow, so she closed the bag again and walked to her closet. Knowing Carly was going to wear jeans and a sweater made her want to do something similar. She found a pair of darker-colored jeans and a light green sweater that would probably look okay with Carly for any photos they might take while they were out. She took the time to change, brushed her hair, and was thinking of styles when Rachel appeared. “May I help you with your hair?” “Umm… what did you have in mind?” “I can do anything you can think of. Or show me a picture, and I can go from there?” Beth thought that was kind of cool and hadn’t thought about using her ‘nanny’ as a hairstylist. ‘I probably should have thought of it, though. They do kids’ hair all the time?’ she said. She thought for a few moments and said, “Can you just put it into a half-pony with the pony curled?” “Certainly!” Rachel said to her, moving behind her and seeming to pull all of her hair accessories that were needed from across the room. It was a bit dizzying, but also quite impressive, how quickly Rachel could style her hair. She momentarily looked at herself in the mirror and said, “This is great, Rachel. Thanks!” “You’re very welcome, Beth! Have a good time on your date!” With that comment, Rachel faded from existence. ‘She knows too much!’ she griped. She took one last look in the mirror at her makeup, and she decided to change the look before she left. It wasn’t an over-the-top night-out look, but it did look a little bolder than she usually kept her day look. She tossed her backpack, overnight bag, and purse over her shoulder before closing and locking the door. Nikki was waiting for her outside her door, “Ready?” “Yeah, let’s go get Carly!” I MADE MY way upstairs to the nest and quickly packed anything else I had missed in my overnight bag. Sure that I had toiletries and clothes, I also took time to embarrassingly load some diapers into my backpack and add some to my overnight bag. I was sure Grandma had a fully loaded changing table back at her house. Still, after being stuck in that monstrosity the other day, I didn’t want to risk a repeat! I then moved to my clothes and found the jeans and sweater I’d told Beth I wanted to wear. Lilly walked over right then, “Ready to head to your Grandma’s?” I nodded, “Beth and I are going to do a couple of things first, though.” She looked around the room for a moment, then picked me up and said, “Let’s chat in my room?” I still held my jeans and the sweater as she carried me into her apartment and closed the door. It was only the second time I’d seen it closed so far, and I was a bit worried! “What’s wrong?” I asked her as she carried me to the couch and placed me an arm’s length away from her so we could look at each other. “Going out with Beth?” I nodded, “Uh-huh?” “It’s kind of risky for you two to be a couple?” She said gently. I nodded, “We know, and we’re careful?” She sighed, “I just don’t want to see anything happen to you?” Shrugging her shoulders, “So what’s with this outfit if you’re going out somewhere off campus?” I shrugged, “I didn’t want to go on the date in my uniform?” “You know that uniform is a bit of protection, right? If you’re wearing it they have to check with Emerson?” I held up my wristband. “They have to deal with this first? Not to mention how many Littles just get ripped out of their clothing, and they claim not to have known?” She looked at my wrist, “Portal Littles can’t get those? How did you?” “There has to be a family member with them, right?” I shrugged. I have an adopted grandmother here. I doubt any other Portal Littles have ever had that.” She smirked, “Probably not! I’m still shocked that your grandma let your mom go home; then she was crazy enough to let you come here?” I smiled, “It’s a family tradition thing?” “Huh?” “For at least a few centuries, probably longer, Slane men have always gone on adventures. They were some of the first to come across the ocean to our continent to settle the ‘New World,’ as they called it. They were also some of the first to go several places on Earth, and my mom came on her adventure here.” “Wait… Slane men?” I felt a bit bad then, but just said, “Yes, Mom was a boy when she came?” “Another tradition?” she smiled. “Seems like it might be becoming one,” I nodded. “So, this sweater and jeans, huh? What’s the plan?” “So it’s okay?” “I heard Beth has a bodyguard now? She’ll be with you, right?” I nodded, “Yeah, Nikki goes with her everywhere.” “Then I can’t imagine her letting someone adopt you. Word is also that you took care of yourself with that lunatic last week…? Try not to get arrested while you’re out, at least?” I smiled, “I’ll agree to that!” “Good, let’s change that diapee. You’re soaked, so let’s get you dressed, and I’ll do your hair for you.” “Thanks!” I said to her. Twenty minutes later, I had a dry diaper, jeans, and a sweater on. Lilly had curled the bottom of my hair. She made a couple of mini-braided ponytails to keep the rest of my hair tied back in the middle and attached a medium-sized bow. I would have complained about looking like a toddler, but the truth was that with the fat being adjusted in my face, head proportions, and body proportions from the nanites, I wasn’t going to get away from that look. I knew I would probably look like I was the youngest daughter out with Nikki, our babysitter or mom. With a shrug, I smiled and said, “Thanks, Miss Lilly.” “You’re welcome, Carly.” “Oh, and I’m coming back to pick up a few of the girls for a shopping trip tomorrow?” She blanched, “Is that safe?” “We’ll have plenty of supporting Bigs?” “You be careful, no taking too big of risks?” I smiled, “I won’t.” Grandma showed up right then, and we headed downstairs together, where Beth and Nikki waited outside the hall. She looked cute in her sweater and jeans combo. I was glad it was warm enough to leave the coats off as we climbed into Grandma’s car and headed for what I hoped would be a memorable date night! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading!!! Please press the 'Like' Button and Leave a comment! Real life is definitely raging right now, so sadly, I'm at a standstill with writing. Fortunately, I have a 15-week lead, so hopefully, that will let me have another writing spurt before I run out of completed chapters. This weekend is probably my last opportunity for a few weeks, but we'll see if I can get my head into writing mode again. Just a reminder if you enjoy my work, please consider purchasing an ebook version from Amazon of my completed works! http://amazon.com/author/babysofia

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I often have accidents when I go out, but I am always mindful to find a place to clean up and change diapers. I don't like leaving the house with a full diaper, and I always change it into a fresh, clean one before leaving the house. Many times I have been known to have a wet, poopy accident while out shopping. I just finish what I am doing, drive home and get diaper changed.

Wonder why it didn't show your reply when I typed that.... weird! Yes, you win this round!!!!

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

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

That's a shame. I enjoy the cleanup.

My first attempt at abdl fiction, as the story mainly revolves around a male student and his female teacher. Wanted to create a realistic scenario that resembled a dream fantasy of mine that pushed realism to its limits while showing how abdl play can help out people in real life. Depending on demand and reactions would be open to adding more chapters but also think it does wrap up nicely after only 2. Thanks for reading. A Leep of Faith Chapter 1 Mike’s Fateful Accident It was a crisp autumn afternoon in a small rural midwest town , where the colorful leaves danced in the gentle breeze. Mike Masters, was a well liked fairly popular student, he had a slender thin build yet excelled at wide receiver for the school football team. Mike took pride being a diligent hard working student athlete enrolled as an 8th grader at the prestigious Sunny Hills Junior High. His main source of diligence had always been his secret crush, his vibrant 7th period English teacher, Ms. Leeper. Her cheerful demeanor and nurturing nature had captured Mike's heart from the moment he stepped into her classroom. Lucky for him she was also his 8th period home room teacher, which meant he got to end each day, entranced by her aura, for two whole hours. Ms. Leeper’s vibrant natural curly hazel hair always lit up her classroom and beautifully complimented her curvy figure and helped shape out her perfectly buoyant chest. She recently had just sent her two daughters away to college on the east coast to be closer to their Dad who was trying to make amends for putting his furniture business “Sals Sofas” before his marriage and kids when their daughters were real young. What once started as a way to create opportunity for their marriage and family’s future created a black void across it, which in turn tore a huge hole in Ms. Leepers heart that was unrepairable. Even shortly after her painful divorce, she knew it was important for her daughters to have a loving father figure in their life and luckily after a few years, her ex had started being just that as the girls began nearing high school age. Through all the devastating heart break of missing her daughters, she continued to always exude warmth and kindness to her students. She saw great potential in Mike early on and appreciated his eagerness to learn, often singling him out as a leader in the class, something he developed quickly from his success on the football field. She had always wanted a son of her own, but after her divorce when the girls were only 2 and 3 years old her dreams of having a special little boy faded away quickly. Mike, in turn, loved his parents and they had a pretty good relationship but since he had begun to show a rapidly rising maturity level, they both had started working night shifts at the local Kraft factory to increase their salaries. This consequently meant they never got to spend much time together as a family anymore. They took on the challenge of the night shifts not strictly for money but also out of love and wanting to provide a decent house and car for Mike in the future. This however was never requested by him and he knew he would never grieve over not having the best car or house, he simply wanted to be close to his parents and be able to confide in somebody 100% trustworthy. Due to these new circumstances, he began shifting those feelings towards his teacher and looked forward to each day at school, eager to pull up a chair and bathe in Ms. Leeper's light. One day, after finishing his English work ahead of schedule, Ms. Leeper entrusted Mike with additional responsibilities. He was to assist Mrs. Sunny, a friend and co-worker of hers, who had left for the day to lead her students and toddlers to go visit the nearby high school’s advanced training program, in cleaning up and organizing the preschool room after a wild and crazy morning. Their junior high preschool room was an educational launch pad for students who wanted to begin to learn and develop child care skills. This was done as toddlers were dropped off daily from parents, taking full advantage of free childcare by the schools students, under Mrs. Sunny’s helpful and guided supervision. Mike had always been busy with football and numerous advanced academic subjects and had actually never entered this seemingly daycare like room. As he slowly creaked opened the door a wave of nostalgia washed over him. He was greeted by bright fluorescent lights shining upon ninja turtle toys, legos, puzzles, and a surprising sight – a large bright yellow changing table stacked with a single Mickey Mouse pull-up and several larger toddler sized diapers. Memories of his childhood desires to be babied resurfaced instantly as Mike gazed at the changing table in wonderment. He had always harbored a secret yearning to be free of responsibility, to be cared for without judgment, a stark contrast to his hard and rigorous after school football practices and summer two a days. The thought of being back in diapers, a symbol of innocence and carefree days, stirred a mix of excitement and shame within him. Mike was very surprised to come to the conclusion the pull-up and large toddler sized diapers appeared to be the same size of his white athletic Adidas brand spandex brief undies. He quickly snapped out of this day dream he was in and was driven by a surge of determination. He threw himself into the task of cleaning the preschool room with unparalleled zeal. He scrubbed, sprayed, and rearranged the furniture at the same speed he ran his wide receiver cone drills, transforming the space into a sparkling haven for the younger children, and older student mentors. Exhausted from his efforts combined with the lingering and dizzying chemical fumes of the cleaning supplies, Mike decided to take a brief snooze on one of the soft nap mats. He thought it was well deserved and justified since he was now once again ahead of his scheduled tasks. Some time after, around 5:00 pm Ms. Leeper was busy grading around 120 English tests in her classroom. Suddenly she realized the final school bell had long ago tolled and that Mike had not bid her goodbye as he usually did at the end of the day amid the craziness of final period. Concerned, she hurried to the preschool room to check on him. Upon discovering him curled up on a toddler nap mat, she couldn't help but smile at his innocent slumber. She giggled at the site of him laid up on his tummy, his head to his side with the his thumb tucked into his mouth. It was a cute but slightly shocking sight to her given his age, fully unaware that this was a habit of Mike’s, he had recently developed involuntarily during his sleep, as a way to deal with his new found loneliness at home. She was instantly convinced he had given her 110% effort again for the day, as nobody she knew could sleep through the high pitched siren of the final bell and students exiting the school like herded zoo animals, unless they were dead tired from exhaustion. However, her smile quickly faded as she slowly rolled him from his stomach onto his back and noticed a wide dark stain had spread across the front of Mike's grey sweatpants. The stain had also spread slowly up his body like the horror cult classic “the blob” and eventually grew so big it went past his waist band and into the mid section of his baby blue nike swoosh shirt. Ms. Leeper quickly knew it was evident that he had lost control due to the exhaustion caused by his intense cleaning spree. He had indeed peed his pants like a preschool toddler boy while sleeping. Ms. Leeper’s heart started brimming with compassion along with a small amount of guilt, for delivering the task of cleaning, to her star student. She felt the need to make up for her error in judgment and, gently roused Mike from his slumber. After a few seconds he slowly came to and acknowledged the accident by immediately snatching his wet pants like a fumbled football on the ground, as he teared up and started murmuring “I’m sorry” over and over again. With the school nurse's office closed now and all the students gone from the building for the day, Ms. Leeper sprang into action, utilizing the diaper changing supplies in the daycare room to tend to Mike's needs. She escorted him to the bright yellow wooden changing table. While approaching the table she assured him everything would be okay, then swiftly turned back to him while tapping the table twice saying “Okay you can get fully undressed and hop up here Mr. Mike Masters.” Mike began to tremble at the thought of being fully exposed to his radiant secret crush, but his options were limited. He slowly started to try to peel down his pee stained undies and sweatpants as they clung to his baby soft skin like a thick orange peel on a hot summer day. Ms. Leeper reassured him that her girls were once young and this wasn’t her first rodeo for situations like this. As she calmly whispered to him, “Accidents like this happen even to good boys like you maybe not as old you but they still happen.” Ms. Leeper meticulously grabbed 3 pampers baby scented wipes, in an attempt to eradicate the urine particles off his skin, then some cooled pink baby lotion was applied and finally topped off by a small mushroom cloud of baby powder. Ms. Leeper quickly spotted a green Rocky Paw Patrol shirt left behind from this mornings class. It fortunately had an XXL toddler size tag popping out from below the back collar. She sat Mike up briefly and as his long legs dangled from the table nearly touching the white tile floor she held it up to his chest. “Looks like it will be a tad snug but with your slight frame it should still fit and definitely will be better than wearing that,” as she pointed to his pee stained nike shirt crumpled up in the corner. As Ms. Leeper laid him back down and grabbed the last 5T-6T Mickey Mouse pull-up she attempted to also stretch it out for him, in a moment of misfortune her perfectly manicured teal nails tore the thin hip tapes by accident. Almost all of the potty training preschoolers were using these pull-ups to help prevent messy accidents and there were now no more left, Ms. Leeper had no choice but to opt instead for the Sesame Street size 8 Pampers baby diapers overflowing from the woven yarn constructed diaper bin organizer. Mike, caught in a reverie, felt a surge of arousal at the unexpected turn of events. Ms. Leeper's warm smile and understanding demeanor calmed his embarrassment, instilling a sense of security in him. She softly instructed him to lift his legs and slid an Elmo themed diaper underneath his freshly powdered bum. The softness in which he felt, as he traversed his backside slowly downwards on top of the diaper, shot waves of emotion and excitement everywhere. The strong pampers scent swirled within his nostrils like the smell of grapes for a wine tasting expert exploring the Italian countryside. Ms. Leeper whimsically undid both tapes stretched them out as wide as they possibly would go and secured them forcibly upon Mike’s inner thigh section and to the front of Elmos tangled furry red cheeks. In nothing but a paw patrol shirt and a pampers diaper she grabbed his hand again and guided him to the full sized red bordered mirror by the wash station across the room. Standing in front of the mirror, Mike was met with the immediate reflection of an Elmo diaper peeking out from under his tight small shirt, a stark reminder of his vulnerability. Ms. Leeper, recognizing his need for comfort and care, gently reassured him all his friends and multiple ex-girlfriends of the past had long left school for the day and she had texted his football coach letting him know he had a sudden illness in class and would have to miss practice per school policy. Ms. Leeper on top of everything else eloquently manufactured a plan to escort Mike to her house first to retrieve some tom boyish clothes from her daughter’s room and then would escort him back home by dinner. From there he would have plenty of time before his parents arrived home from work to wash away his bedwetting evidence. As they glided down the road in her Toyota Sienna, it felt like more of a ride on a white fluffy cloud of relief. Ms. Leeper peered at Mike through her rearview mirror and couldn’t help but plant a seed of an idea. She asked him quizzically, if he wanted to start spending Satudays with her in the preschool room, and become her special "boy" allowing them to extend this secret bond between eachother. As her favorite student she wanted to ensure his accident wouldn’t deter his confidence and drive. In fact she wanted to reward him in a sense and make this bond unbreakable. As Ms. Leeper's words sunk in like a heavy wet mud to Mike’s brain, he felt a mix of emotions swirling inside him. The promise of acceptance and understanding from his beloved teacher overshadowed the lingering embarrassment of his accident. In that moment, what made him shyly murmur yes was, he found solace in the notion of being cared for, and being seen finally without judgment, all of which would come directly from his favorite teacher, it was truly a dream come true! And so, born from the quiet confines of the preschool room and due to a sopping wet bed wetting accident, a lustful bond blossomed between Mike and Ms. Leeper. A bond built on trust, understanding, and a shared secret that tied them together in a world of innocence and unconditional acceptance. As the school day faded into twilight and he waddled from her garage to inside her house for a pair of jeans and a new shirt that fit, the promise of a new beginning lingered in the air, shrouded in mystery and possibility. Chapter 2 Trust Tested As late fall slowly turned into winter, what started as a simple agreement for Mike to spend his Saturdays at the school daycare under Ms. Leeper's care. Gradually transformed into a journey of trust, acceptance, and a special kind of nurturing love. Ms. Leeper, with her warm smile and gentle demeanor, showered Mike with the kind of affection and care usually reserved for a herculean mother and son bond. Each weekend brought a plethora of fun activities – from coloring sessions to board games, and even action figures that took on a life of their own in the imaginative space they shared. But it was glaringly obvious the act of potty training regression back into the world of baby diapers was what truly defined their bond. The Sesame Street pampers, with their cheerful characters, became a symbol of safety and security for Mike. After his first accident and changing session they both understood diapering him was the catalyst for their arrangement to thrive. Knowing that he could let go of his bladder without worry, feeling the soft diaper gently expand against his skin when he did, the slight hint of urine and baby powder in the air, brought a sense of comfort that transcended the physical realm. To Mike, these weekend days were more than just moments of play; they were a sanctuary where he could be himself without fear of judgment, a place where he felt truly felt accepted and cared for. Mike's parents would drive and drop him off every Saturday morning to Sunny Hills. After arriving home from their night shifts at Kraft around 8am, the timing worked out well and the drive provided them a perfect opportunity for them to catch up with stories from their days. Ms. Leeper and Mike had also brilliantly convinced them, that these Saturday sessions were extra tutoring opportunities to help Mike excel in his education and increase his chances of any an Ivy League football scholarship . And in a way, they were, Ms. Leeper understood Mike's deep-seated desire to be treated like a toddler, free from the pressures and expectations of his peers and parents. Making him study on Saturdays would destroy that instantly, and he was already well ahead in school completing honors level high school assignments. This therapy during the time they shared, helped him conquer his biggest obstacle which was a rare but seemingly random and extremely debilitating social anxiety. This grew from harboring a deep secret he was unable to share until now. As an 8th grade student trying to lead his peers and find an important place in life, Mike found solace in the compassionate embrace of his teacher and he began to dominate his mental health like an undersized cornerback. He at once finally felt more at peace and a huge sense of relief, that somebody else finally knew who he really was and fully embraced him for it. As the weeks passed, their bond deepened, and on this particular Saturday morning in mid December, they had their first real challenge that would test the limits of their relationship. A lingering discomfort from a big pre game meal of tacos, stirred in Mike's stomach. As he gritted through the concerning pain, they opted to watch "Monsters Inc." together. Mike placed two cozy nap mats together like KitKat bars, in the middle of the classroom. Curled up in his Cookie Monster diaper and a bright red t-shirt, exhaustion crept over Mike from a hard fought friday night football game. As he yawned heavily and drifted off to sleep during the first act of the movie, a dream soon unfolded, blending the realms of reality and his subconscious fears. In this dream, he stood before his classmates and fellow teammates, delivering a history presentation, only to feel a familiar unsettling rumble in his stomach. As a George Washington portrait stared back at him from his presentation slide, a wave of panic washed over Mike, as his knees nervously buckled and a small brown turd made its presence known poking out between his toned cheeks. Desperate for a break, his pleas were met with stern rejection from his history teacher Mrs. Wolf, forcing him to continue as his howling discomfort slowly started to slide out of his butt and began steadily filling his tight white undies like a locomotive, building up speed from it’s starting position. The humiliation reached its peak as the pressure in his stomach became so powerful he was forced to fall to his knees and poop rapidly began avalanching from his seemingly numb rectum. The brown tidal wave started seeping out of his undies and sliding down his legs like a spit ball on a class room window. The aroma in the air alongside the large dark brown stains popping up like gophers, on his light faded blue jeans, gave his classmates a clear indication of what had transpired. In matrix like slow motion, they all began pointing and laughing, as the shame engulfed him and beads of sweat and tears trickled down his face. Seemingly paralyzed with fear, he tried his hardest to stand and run out the room like he was performing a 40 yard dash, but his knees felt as if they were glued to the classroom floor. In the midst of this distressing dream, Ms. Leeper's voice cut through the chaos, gently shaking him awake. Her soft words carried concern as she suspected that Mike had indeed fully soiled his Cookie Monster pamper involuntarily. With a mix of embarrassment and fear, Mike crawled on all fours to her left side as she confirmed the messy reality. Pulling down the purple waistband of his diaper, it was instantly obvious what Mike had done. Caught off guard by the magnitude of the situation, Ms. Leeper's initial shock gave way to a stern demeanor as she directed Mike to stand by the changing table. She thought to herself briefly what a mess. Her fear was that he was now fully on track to becoming regressed behind his control. This was of course something she anticipated but never thought would truly happen. The unforeseen turn of events sparked a mix of emotions in both teacher and student. It was one thing for Mike to have a common bedwetting accident but not being able to control his bowels to the point of filling his diaper with poop was a major concern. Mike, overwhelmed by her reaction, began to cry, pleading for forgiveness and expressing his remorse. Ms. Leeper, with a slight sarcastic grin and new found deeper understanding of the situation, realized the extent to which Mike had regressed before her eyes. She saw the vulnerability and trust he had placed in her, a responsibility she didn't take lightly and wanted to reciprocrate. In a bid to guide Mike through this poignant moment, Mrs. Leeper decided to create an experience that would challenge and transform him further. She painstakingly lead him from the changing table to the large red mirror once again. She dragged a small coloring table nearby, and then emphasized how dangerous it would be to regress past a toddler age and into infant status. She sternly asked him through the mirror reflection “Are you my special little boy or are you a baby with a poop filled smelly diaper?” Her words echoed in the room as she proclaimed once again that big boys don't have poopy accidents, and that this was something only helpless babies did. She then asked if she needed to call his parents asap and suggest putting him in diapers for the whole week. Mike's tears and nervous excitement went into complete overdrive as he strained his voice and yelled out NOOOoooo Ms. Leeper… each syllable slightly muted by his sniffles and the wet snot seeping out of his nose. But his protests fell on deaf ears as his reality became a cascade of conflicting emotions – embarrassment, shame, and a deep sense of surrender, as Ms. Leeper bent him over the coloring table and gave two stern but rather gentle swats to his soiled diaper. The warmth and mush of his sudden mishap caressed his white silky butt. He hadn’t recalled this exact feeling since he was an actual prospective toddler learning to conquer the trials of pottytraining. His increased arousal became glaringly obvious as a tent shaped bulge protruded out from the front of his soggy pamper distorting Cookie Monsters face and giving him an even more cross eyed look. Feeling the weight of his actions, and his tears cascading his cheekbones, Mike found himself in a identity situation that blurred the lines between an over achieving student, star athlete, bright eyed toddler and utterly helpless baby. Ms. Leeper, with a mix of compassion and authority, guided him through this wonderment, unraveling layers of emotions that had long been suppressed within him. She proceeded to give him two more forceful swats which caught him completely off guard again resulting in a complete loss of his bladder as well. As he stood in the classroom bent over a preschool coloring table crying, the sounds of his sobs were overtaken by the loud hissing of his urine from his fully erect penis, splashing less then a centimeter away, from the inner lining of his snug sagging pamper. A slight trickle, followed by large multiple yellow streams, began rushing down his smooth slender legs. His Cookie Monster diaper had reached its capacity and was no longer able to contain his complete loss of control. This was in stark contrast to the night before where he was in complete control and scored 3 touchdowns, while leading his team to a dominate win against rival Lincoln Land Prep to a tune of 54-10. Ms. Leeper set aside her amazement, softly grabbed his hand and whispered it’s okay Mike babies have accidents and I think that is just who you now are for today, but lets make an effort to really try next week to poop on the potty. This was the ultimate acceptance, his diaper was as heavy, wet, and soiled as it could get it and she still at the end of the day loved him and wanted what was best for him. With stylized grace she gently guided him to the changing table as he popped his thumb in his mouth and put his head down for the entire short journey. As they neared the table she squatted down and lifted him up onto the bright yellow rubber ducky decorated changing mat. More poop squeezed against his skin like play-doh on a newly waxed garage floor. She softly pulled back his thumb from his pouty lips and replaced it with a pacifier that said Mommy in bright blue and white font. Mike had now surrendered completely to the vulnerability of the moment. The sensation of being wiped clean from his poopy accident, the soothing touch of lotion on his now pristine skin, triggered a flood of sensations he had never experienced before and was heightened to a nirvana like sense. As Ms. Leeper smiled softly while grabbing a Big Bird diaper, she realized these were the super thick overnight pampers, and would give Mike a sense of reassurance that it contain another major accident. In that moment of vulnerability and acceptance, he realized the depth of their connection, transcending the roles of teacher and student. Ms. Leeper's promise and drive to always care for her favorite boy resonated in the air, carrying a sense of understanding and unconditional love. In the quiet confines of the school daycare, amidst the toys and the faint scent of baby powder, a bond had been forged – one that embraced the complexities of trust, acceptance, and the beauty of vulnerability. The sound of her pulling back the velcro tapes of his new diaper, followed by her clamping his two ankles together with one hand and lifting his white coated butt so she could slide the diaper underneath him, sent shockwaves through his nervous system. The fully erect part of Mike’s body pulled and recoiled back like a war cannon as it proceeded to shoot a slimy cloudy white missile straight into the sky. As Mike felt his whole body become numb while simultaneously feeling pleasure everywhere, his self shot missile came straight back down to earth, landing on his belly and creating the appearance of a mini bowl of slimy soup. Ms. Leeper bent over the front of the changing mat, gasping with a hand over her mouth covering up the slight grin that had started to form. Knowing she had indeed stirred up his desires to a point he was able to lose control of another bodily fluid was a moment she knew neither of them would ever forget. She grabbed one more wipe cleaned up the soup bowl and securely fastened his thicker Big Bird diaper. As he stared up at her with his back laid on the changing mat their day unfortunately started to draw to an end. Mike and Ms. Leeper hoped to carry forward a connection that would continue to shape their lives, and expand this motherly love that knew no bounds.