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Chapter 4: Reilly Meets Jenny Reilly was in his bedroom, nervously fiddling with his game controller, while downstairs, his mom was in the middle of an important conversation. His stomach twisted slightly with nerves – he knew his mom was interviewing babysitters, and the thought of having one at all embarrassed him. The thought of a someone from outside the family caring for him frightened him. “Reilly, can you come downstairs?” Mom’s voice called from the living room. Reilly hesitated for a moment before setting the controller down and slowly heading down the stairs. His mind raced with thoughts as he descended. When he stepped into the living room, he saw his mom seated on the couch, but next to her was someone he didn’t recognize – a young woman, maybe a few years older than him. She looked friendly, with light blonde hair pulled back in a casual ponytail and a warm smile that made her seem approachable. “Reilly, this is Jenny,” his mom said with a smile. “Like we talked about, before I hire a babysitter for you, you should get a chance to meet them so you can help decide." Reilly shifted his weight from foot to foot, feeling awkward. His eyes flicked between his mom and Jenny. "Uh, hi," he mumbled, barely meeting her gaze. Jenny smiled warmly at him, trying to ease his nerves. “Hi, Reilly! It’s really nice to meet you.” Reilly gave a small nod, his eyes still mostly on the floor. “Hi…” he mumbled, shifting from one foot to the other. There was a brief silence before Jenny broke the ice again, her smile never wavering. “So, tell me about yourself! What kind of things do you like to do for fun?” Reilly opened his mouth, but all that came out was a quiet, “Uh, I don’t know.” He glanced down at his feet, wishing he could disappear. Meeting new people was always hard, and something about this situation made him feel even more uncomfortable than usual. Sensing his shyness, Jenny kept her tone light and friendly. “Do you like video games?” She knew boys his age were almost universally into gaming. “What’s your favorite game?” Reilly’s eyes brightened just a little at the mention of video games. “Um, I really like playing ‘Super Smash Bros.’ I’m pretty good at it,” he said, his voice gaining a bit more confidence. Jenny nodded enthusiastically. “That’s awesome! I’ve played that a few times – I’m not that great, but maybe you could show me some tips sometime?” Reilly smiled, a small but genuine expression. “Sure. I could teach you.” Mom watched the exchange with a pleased look, grateful that Jenny was already making Reilly feel comfortable. She gently encouraged the conversation to continue, stepping back a bit to give them space. Jenny leaned in slightly, as if sharing a secret. “Your mom also told me that you like to read. What kind of books do you like?” Reilly shrugged, a little more relaxed now. “I like adventure books… and sometimes comics. I like it when there’s a lot of action.” Jenny nodded, listening intently. “Adventure books are the best. I love getting lost in a good story. Maybe we can read together sometime?” Reilly’s eyes met hers for the first time, and he nodded again, this time more confidently. “Yeah, that’d be nice.” Jenny smiled, feeling like they were starting to connect. “I’m looking forward to it.” Reilly shifted again, but this time it seemed more from excitement than nervousness. “Okay,” he said, his voice steadier. Jenny noticed his fidgeting and asked, “Do you like to draw? Your mom said you’re pretty creative.” Reilly’s face lit up. “Yeah, I love drawing! I’ve been working on this comic strip about a superhero dog. He saves the world from these giant robots.” Jenny’s eyes widened with interest. “That sounds so cool! I’d love to see it sometime. Maybe you could show me what you’ve done?” “Sure!” Reilly said, enthusiasm creeping into his voice. “It’s in my room. I can show you later.” Reilly thought for a moment, then said, “I also like building things, like with Legos or in Minecraft.” Jenny grinned. “I used to play with Legos all the time. Maybe we can build something together one day.” “Yeah, that’d be cool,” Reilly replied, his initial shyness now almost completely gone. She was happy to see him opening up and starting to feel more at ease. “What sorts of places do you enjoy going?” Reilly thought for a second, unsure where to start. “Well, I like going to the park. And I like drawing too, but I’m not great at it. Sometimes I go on hikes with my dad. I also like going to museums and science centers. I dunno... stuff like that.” Jenny’s face lit up even more. “That’s awesome! I love science museums. It’s so fun to mess around with all the interactive exhibits. Maybe we could go sometime?” Reilly blinked, caught a bit off guard. “Uh, yeah, maybe. I like the one in the city – they’ve got a really cool planetarium.” As the conversation continued, Reilly found himself relaxing more. Jenny’s warmth and playful approach made it easy to talk to her. He found himself asking her questions too, which she cheerfully answered. He learned that she had just finished a degree in psychology and was taking a year off to figure out her next steps. She loved hiking, much like he did, and they even talked about their favorite spots around town. Everything was going smoothly until Mom cleared her throat gently and said, “Reilly, how would you feel about Jenny being your babysitter?” Reilly’s gaze returned to the floor. “Do I really need a babysitter?” he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration. “I’m eighteen. I can take care of myself.” Jenny’s smile remained steady. “I understand how you feel, Reilly. It might seem a bit strange, but your mom and I want to make sure everything goes smoothly for you. Sometimes having someone around can be really helpful, especially if you ever need extra support or just someone to hang out with.” Reilly looked unconvinced. “But I don’t really need someone watching over me all the time. I’m fine on my own." Jenny nodded, acknowledging his point. “I get it, Reilly. It’s not about taking away your independence. It’s more about having someone to support you when you need it, kind of like having a backup plan. And sometimes, it can be nice to have a friend around to do things with.” Reilly still seemed reluctant. “But what if I don’t want someone around all the time? I’m used to doing things on my own.” Jenny leaned in a bit, trying to connect with him on a personal level. “Well, think of it this way: I’m not just here to watch you. I’m here to hang out and have fun with you too. We could play games, go to the park, or just chat. It’s not all about being watched; it’s about having someone who cares and wants to make sure you’re happy and comfortable.” Reilly hesitated, his expression softening slightly. “I guess… I do like playing video games and going to the park. And it might be nice to have someone to talk to.” Jenny smiled, sensing a breakthrough. “Exactly! And you know, if you ever need a break from things or just want some company, I’ll be right here. We can do things you enjoy together, and I’m sure we’ll have a great time.” Reilly looked up at her, his brow furrowed. “So, we’d just be... hanging out?” “Exactly,” Jenny said with a bright smile. “And if you need help with anything, I’ll be there to lend a hand. No pressure, no judgment. Just two people doing cool stuff together. Sound better?” Reilly still felt a little hesitant, but he had to admit, Jenny had a way of making it sound less scary. He glanced over at his mom, who was watching him closely but patiently. “What do you think?” Mom asked, her voice soft. Reilly swallowed hard, the weight of the decision pressing down on him. He didn’t like the idea of needing help, but maybe Jenny was right. Maybe it didn’t have to feel like she was taking care of him all the time. “I guess...” he started, shifting his feet nervously. “I guess it’s not that bad. I mean... if it’s like hanging out, I think I could do that.” Mom’s expression softened into a smile. “I’m so glad to hear that, Reilly. I really think this will help you feel more comfortable.” Reilly nodded slowly, still not entirely convinced but willing to give it a try. “When does she start?” “How about right now?” Mom suggested with a small chuckle. “No time like the present. That way, you and Jenny can start getting to know each other better while I’m still here, just in case.” Reilly blinked. “Right now?” Jenny smiled, standing up from the couch. “Only if you’re up for it, Reilly. We could start slow, maybe check out your room or something? You can show me your favorite video games, or maybe some of your drawings.” Reilly hesitated for a moment, glancing at Jenny and then back at his mom. “I guess that’d be okay,” he said quietly. “Great!” Jenny clapped her hands together, the excitement in her voice genuine. “I can’t wait to see what you’re into.” Mom watched the two of them with a sense of relief, grateful that things seemed to be going well. Jenny had a gift for making people feel at ease, and she could already tell that Reilly was opening up to her. “Since we’re starting right now,” Jenny suggested cheerfully, “Can I check how your diaper is doing, just to make sure everything’s okay?” She asked it casually, her tone light and non-judgmental, not wanting to make him feel awkward. It occurred to Reilly that when friends hang out, they don’t check each other’s diapers, but then he was new to daytime diapers. It was vaguely confusing, the idea of babysitter who’s really just a friend but is also there to make sure you’re comfortable and safe and checks diapers. Reilly felt his face heat up again. He hesitated for a moment before stepping closer to her. Jenny kept everything as dignified as possible, her movements gentle and professional. She pulled the waistband of his shorts down just enough to check, making sure not to embarrass him more than necessary. She felt the front of his diaper for wetness and poked a finger into the leg gather between his thighs. She turned him around and gave his butt a sniff, felt the back of his diaper, and pulled out the waistband to peek inside, all while he blushed. “You’re good,” Jenny said with a reassuring smile as she adjusted his shorts back in place. “A little wet, but nothing we need to worry about just yet.” Reilly’s face burned with embarrassment, but Jenny’s lighthearted tone made it a little easier to handle. Jenny gave him a friendly pat on the bottom. “Alright, lead the way. Let’s check out that awesome room of yours.” Reilly nodded, still feeling a little self-conscious but beginning to relax again as he led her toward the stairs. “I have some new games I think you’ll like,” he muttered. “Can’t wait,” Jenny replied cheerfully, following him up the stairs as the two of them began the next chapter of their new, unexpected friendship.

Chapter 28 My mom came rushing into my room. Once at my bedside, she asked, “What’s wrong, Grace?” “My body hurts and I shit myself in my sleep,” I angrily spat out. My mom's face softened as she unhooked the fluids from my I.V. As she picked me up out of bed, she said, “I’ll get you some pain medicine.” I grimaced as the contents of my diaper were squished against my rear when she supported my bottom with her forearm. As she carried me to the changing table, she continued, “Like we talked about this morning, accidents are going to happen and you don’t need to be so hard on yourself.” “Easier said, when it’s not you waking up laying in your own shit,” I said glaring at my mom. Laying me down on the changing table, she replied, “Grace, I understand this is all frustrating, but there is no need for the language. Whether you were in your old twenty-seven-year-old body or now, it is unbecoming to carry on with cursing like that.” I just pouted and crossed my arm over my chest as she sighed and walked over to the dresser, opened the top drawer, and pulled out a small white box with labels all over it. She then grabbed a small syringe and walked back over to me. Taking my left arm, she said,” Maybe, this will put you in a better mood.” Within seconds of being injected, I could feel my body pain dissipate. Seeing me melt into the table, she asked, “Better?” I nodded my head, and then she pushed up my shirt, before reaching for a pull-up and tub of wipes. As she was untaping my diaper, she said, “I know this has been embarrassing for you to go through at your age, but do you want to know a secret that happened to me?” My curiosity peaked, and I replied, “Sure.” While she started wiping my front, she said, “I had to wear diapers for a few weeks after giving birth to each of you. It’s something that isn’t really talked about, but most new mothers need them for a little bit while their bodies are healing from childbirth. It was a little weird after giving birth to Stanley, the biggest moment in my life as an adult woman, and ending up in diapers for a couple weeks.” I couldn't help but grin at the mental picture of my mom waking up in the middle of the night to feed one of us, change our diaper, and get us back to sleep in our crib, to then have to change her own diaper before going back to bed herself. As she lifted my legs up to start wiping my rear, she asked in a playful tone, “You think that funny little lady?” I replied, “Yeah, a little.” “Well, it’s part of the miracle of life,” pausing, she then said, “And, luckily only with Stanley, I pooped while giving birth to him in a room full of doctors, nurses, and your father,” she responded. Shocked, I asked, “You pooped while giving birth?” With a giggle, she said, “Yes, some of the same muscles used to push out babies are used to poop.” Giggling, I said, “It was probably from having to push out his massive head.” Pulling the dirty diaper from under me she said with a smile, “That’s what your father said too.” As she was balling up the used diaper, she continued, “He was my little Michelin man.” After throwing the diaper away, she said, “ I guess the point I am trying to make is that there are countless reasons that someone would need diapers outside of childhood, and that you need them right now should not bring you down. ” Mainly due to the pain meds, I replied, “OK.” She then slipped the pull-up up my legs and over my rear. Picking me up and standing me on the changing table, she asked, “What do you want to do for the rest of the afternoon?” With my options limited, I replied, “Can I watch TV downstairs?” She replied, “Sure,” as she lifted me off the changing table and onto the ground. She then said, “Let me go wash my hands real quick, then I will take you downstairs.” As she was walking out of my room, I followed her and stopped in front of the stairs. Looking down, I was again hit with the sheer size difference of the steps. Thinking to myself, I wondered if it would look easier going up the steps. It would be nice to not have to rely on others just to get around the house. Before I could dwell too long on the logistics of going up and down the stairs, I was lifted from behind onto my mom’s hip. I involuntarily let out a squeak at the sudden movement, and with a frown, I said, “You could have warned me before just picking me up.” With a giggle, she responded, “I guess I should have,” stepping back into my room, she grabbed the sippy cup of water and said, “It looks like you have drank almost half of it, try finishing it off this afternoon if possible.” I nodded my head and then my mom carried me down the stairs. In the den, my mom sat me down on the couch and after handing me the sippy cup and the TV remote, she said, “Pick something to watch, then you should probably try and go to the bathroom before you get too engrossed in it.” I replied, “OK,” as I turned on the TV. My mom walked away into the kitchen as I started flipping through the different streaming apps, trying to decide what I wanted to watch. After my mom sat down beside me and looked for over five minutes, I decided to just rewatch Thor Ragnarok. As soon as I hit play, my mom said, “You should go try and use the potty real quick. I’m going to let you go on your own. There is a step stool so you can wash your hands.” I hit pause, then said, “OK.” I turned around and while I was sliding down the couch, I felt a hand on my back. With my feet on the ground, turn towards the half bath that is between the kitchen and dining room. As I am making my way there, I hear my mom say, “Make sure to get some toilet paper before sitting down, you will not be able to reach it otherwise.” I responded over my shoulder with another, “OK.” I walk into the simple, small half bath, with the sink on my right with a step stool in front, and to my left is the toilet with an identical training potty in front of it. I grabbed some toilet paper before pulling my pull-up down to take a seat. After trying for a few minutes, I was finally rewarded with my bladder emptying. I wiped, pulled my pull-up back up then went over to the sink to wash my hands. Even with the step stool, I still had to stretch to reach the soap, turn on the sink, and dry my hands on the hanging hand towel. With one more potty trip under my belt, I made it back to the couch. As I was starting to pull myself up onto the couch, my mom reached over and with her hands under my armpits, lifted me up onto the couch. With a huff, since I wanted to do it myself, I said a quick, “Thanks.” My mom smiled, handed me the sippy cup, then pressed play on the movie. Since my mom wanted me to have this cup empty by tonight, I started to take small sips every now and again. After getting more than halfway through the movie, I felt a spasm in my bladder. I looked at the clock and saw that it had been a little over an hour since I used the bathroom and I cursed at myself for getting engrossed in the movie. I slid off the couch as I blurted out, “Potty!” to my mom. The pressure of my stomach pressing against the couch to get down caused a small amount of pee to escape into my pull-up. I rushed to the bathroom where every few steps another spurt of pee would leak out of me as the pressure was building and building. In the bathroom, I yanked down my pull-up and sat on the potty right as I was losing control and the rest of my bladder emptied into the potty. Looking down at the inside of my pull-up, I could see that it was stained yellow from my urine. I sighed and rested my head on my hands and my elbows on my knees as I waited for my bladder to be completely empty. From above, I heard my ask, “Did you make it, sweetheart?” Since I didn’t want to put back on the slightly wet pull-up, I decided to come clean and just shook my head no. My mom placed her hand on my shoulder and said, “I’m sorry sweetheart, it was my fault and I lost track of time when we were watching the movie. I will help you get cleaned up.” She went ahead and ripped the sides of the pull-up that was around my knees, then threw it away in the trash can. Opening up the cabinet under the sink, I saw a stack of pull-ups and a tub of baby wipes. Grabbing a pull-up and a wipe from the tube, she turned back around, bent down, and gave me a once-over with the wipe before throwing it away. After threading my feet through the leg opening of the pull-up, my mom placed her hand on my back and said, “Stand up for me sweety.” After helping me up, she pulled the pull-up up around my waist. She then said, “You can go back and watch the movie, I’m going to clean out the potty.” I just nodded my head and walked back into the den where the movie was paused. After climbing back onto the couch, I found the remote and waited for my mom to return. Hearing the toilet flush, and then the sink running, my mom was back on the couch as I hit play. Right when we were getting towards the end of the movie where Thor was returning back to Asgard to face Hela, I heard the doorbell ring. My mom got up and said, “You don’t need to pause the movie, I’m going to answer the door.” I replied, “OK,” as she went to the front door. I could hear her answering the front door and I then heard the voice of Aunt Sandy. My first thought was ‘Crap, I forgot that she was coming by today,’ then my thought was that I was only wearing a tee shirt and pull-up. I look next to me, grab the throw pillow, and lay it across my lap to hide my pull-up right as my mom and Aunt Sandy are walking into the den. I see that Aunt Sandy is wearing her scrubs and must have just left work at the hospital. With a smile, she asked, “How are you doing on your first full day back home?” Nervously, I replied, “It’s been OK, I just spent time on my laptop and watching TV.” “That's great,” she responded. Wasting no time she walked over to me and picked me up, causing the pillow to slide off my lap, and gave me a hug before sitting down with me in her lap. As my mom was sitting down next to us, Aunt Sandy asked, “So, other than playing on the computer and watching TV, what else have y’all been up to today?” My mom replied, “Other than getting some stuff done around the house, we have been working on Grace’s potty training.” Blushing, I whined, “Mooom!” “Sweety, she is your Aunt, there is nothing to be embarrassed about,” my mom said. Aunt Sandy chimed in, “Grace, I changed your diaper probably a few hundred times when you were a baby. Like your mom said, you have been through a lot and incontinence could be an issue for anyone that was in a coma for as long as you were.” Pausing for a second, she then asked, “How has the potty training been going?” “It has been going good so far. Grace may not think that, but she has only had issues with her bowel control and one wet pull-up because I lost track of time and did not tell her to go to the potty in time,” my mom replied. Aunt Sandy said, “Well, based on what you told me, the bowel control may not come back until she stops physically regressing and the bladder control could get better with time.” All I could do was just sit there quietly as my mom and aunt talked about my bodily functions and lack of control. I wanted to correct my mom on calling it the potty but I knew that she already warned me that she would probably call it that on accident since I am being potty trained. My mom replied, “I think she can improve, but I think it will just take some time.” Aunt Sandy gave me a little hug and said, “Even if she is stinky, she is still a cutie pie.” Groaning, I said, “Can we please talk about something else other than my bathroom habits.” “Certainly, Grace. I know y’all have the doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning. What else is on the agenda besides the welcome home party on Saturday?” Aunt Sandy asked. My mom replied, “Other than what is now her normal night routine; feeding, bath, and getting ready for bed, George will be back sometime tomorrow afternoon with everything that Grace wanted to keep.” “Well, Grace, I’m sure it will be nice to have all of your things so that you can make your room more of a space for yourself,” Aunt Sandy said. I replied, “Yeah, I guess it would be nice to have my room seem a little more adult.” “I’m sure it would. Well, before I lose track of time, let’s take a look at your feeding tube and I.V.,” Aunt Sandy responded. I nodded my head as she took my left hand to look at the I.V. After looking it over she said, “Your I.V. looks good, no signs of infection.” She then tilted my head back with her finger under my chin to look up my nose where the feeding tube was. A few moments later, she said, “Your feeding tube looks good, if I didn’t know better, I would think that you were a healthy toddler that probably just turned two or about to, … well if you didn’t have the I.V. and feeding tube.” I simply replied, “Uh-hu,” as I rolled my eyes. “Well, it is true,” Aunt Sandy said with a smile. My mom then said, “Grace, you should probably go use the potty before we have a repeat of earlier.” I blushed as Aunt Sandy lifted me off her lap and sat me on the ground. With a light pat on my pull-up cladded rear, I walked to the bathroom. In the bathroom, I pulled down my pull-up after grabbing a couple squares of toilet paper and sat down on the potty. Within a few moments of trying to relax my bladder, I was able to empty my bladder. I wiped, pulled back up my pull-up, then headed to the sink to wash my hands. Walking back into the den, Aunt Sandy stood up, picked me up, and placed me on her hip. She then said, “Grace, I have to head home to walk the dog before getting dinner ready. Good luck tomorrow at the doctor.” I replied, “OK, thanks.” With a kiss on my forehead, she said, “I will see you Saturday,” as she was hugging me. As she was sitting me down in my mom’s lap, she said to my mom, “I’ll let myself out, call me if any time pops up with Grace and I will come over.” “Thanks, Sandy. I will call you tomorrow after George gets back,” my mom replied. Aunt Sandy said, “Sounds like a plan.” After Aunt Sandy left, my mom shifted me off her lap onto the couch and said, “It’s about time for your evening feeding, I'm going to go get that ready for you.” The rest of the day and evening went similarly to the night before. I was given my feeding from the feeding tube and then told to go try using the potty. Afterward, I was given a bath, then diapered and dressed in the same footed pajamas from the night. Laying in the recliner with my mom watching TV, it did not take long for me to fall asleep. I woke up the next morning in my bed, I opened my eyes and could see that the feeding bag was hanging on the I.V. pole beside my bed and was already and was already almost empty. I heard a noise and looked over to see my mom opening one of the drawers of the dresser. She is dressed in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. She turns around with some clothes in her hand. Seeing me awake, she smiled and said, “Good morning Grace, how did you sleep?” Stretching, I replied, “Good, I don’t remember going to bed last night.” “Well, you were hard and fast asleep on me when we were watching TV last night,” my mom said. I responded, “Well, I guess I can sleep a lot now and fall asleep anywhere.” My mom replied, “You sure.” Pausing for a second, she then added, “We have to be at the doctor’s appointment soon, so we should start getting ready.” “OK,” I said. My mom wasted no time to disconnect my I.V. and the feeding bag, before going back over to the dresser to grab a syringe of saline. She came back over and flushed my feeding tube before picking me up and carrying me over to the changing table. Stripping me of my PJs, she untaped my soaked diaper and wiped me. Lifting my naked form off of the changing table, she said, “Why don’t you go and try and use the potty and brush your teeth.” I nodded my head as she sat me on the floor. Walking to the bathroom in my birthday suit, I realized how much I am just naked around my family. Even when I was living alone, I would usually only go from the bathroom to my bedroom every now and again. Walking into the bathroom, I went over to the potty and sat down. I tried to relax my bladder for a few minutes but was only able to pee a small amount. Thinking to myself, I must have wet my diaper right before waking up. I wiped, then walked over to the sink and up onto the stool to wash my hands and brush my teeth. Walking back into my room, I see my mom getting up from the rocking chair. She picks me up and as she is laying me down, she asks, “Were you able to go to the potty?” I replied, “Yes, a little bit,” and then as I saw her unfolding another diaper, I asked, “Can’t I wear a pull-up?” while also cringing at my request for the more adult option of princess pull-ups. With a small frown, my mom said, “Sorry sweety, but a diaper is the best option for when we are not at home. I know you are not a fan of needing them but with what happened yesterday, a diaper would save you from having a blowout and the embarrassment of soiled clothes.” With a sigh, I said, “Fine, I’ll wear the diaper.” My mom then taped a diaper around my waist, then pulled a pair of tan pants with an elastic waist up over my diaper. Pulling me up to a sitting position, she slipped a yellow shirt over my head. With my legs hanging off the changing table, she started putting on some socks and the same pair of white tennis shoes from the other day. Looking down I could see that my pants were actually capri pants with elastic cuffs and the tee shirt had the words ‘I’m A Ray of Sunshine’ in bold cursive and a sun underneath. I don’t know why all toddler tees have to have cute sayings on them, but I guess it could have been a lot worse. My thoughts were interrupted by my mom saying, “Let’s get your hair brushed.” She took a brush from off the dress, before quickly brushing my hair and tucking my bangs behind my ear. She then grabbed the diaper bag and slung it over her shoulder before picking me up off the changing table and placing me on her hip. She then said, “We need to get going, your appointment is in less than an hour.” “Who am I going to see?” I asked as we moved out of my room to the stairs. As I was being carried down the stairs, my mom replied, “Dr. JeBailey.” I couldn't help but get a little nervous at the thought of seeing him again. I have been seeing him as my doctor for as long as I can remember. My mom grabbed her purse from off of the kitchen counter as we made it to the door to the garage. In the garage, she opened the back door of her car before placing me in my car seat and buckling me up. After she closed my door, I heard the front driver door open and shut, and then the engine started up. Facing the rear, I could see and hear the garage door open, and then my mom backed out of the garage and driveway to head to the doctor's office. The doctor's office was only about ten minutes away, but at only the halfway mark, I felt a familiar pressure building quickly in my bowels. All I could think was of course it would be now while in the car. I tried holding it as long as I could since we were only a few minutes away, but it was no use and my body started pushing as I felt the back of my diaper fill up and poop smear all over my bottom. I just sat in my car seat, not wanting to say anything to my mom, but only a minute later as she was pulling into the parking lot, she asked, “Grace, did you have an accident?”

Chapter 24: Back at home, Mrs. Williams fussed over Jacob as soon as they walked through the door. She made him lie down on the couch, piling a blanket over him and giving him a glass of water. Her face was filled with concern, but there was also a sense of routine in the way she cared for him. This wasn’t the first time she’d taken charge of someone like this, and it showed in her every action. “You rest, sweetheart,” she said softly, brushing a hand over his forehead. “We need to keep that fever in check, so I’m going to take your temperature again soon.” Jacob, feeling weak and flushed, nodded tiredly. His body still ached, and all he wanted to do was sleep. Mrs. Williams disappeared into the kitchen, and after a few moments, she returned with the thermometer in her hand. “Okay, Jacob,” she said, her tone both gentle and firm. “You know the drill. Roll over on your tummy for me.” Jacob sighed, too exhausted to argue. He rolled over on the couch, feeling the familiar crinkle of his diaper as he shifted onto his stomach. Mrs. Williams pulled down the back of his diaper, exposing his bottom, and inserted the thermometer just as she had done that morning. The sensation was uncomfortable, but at this point, Jacob had resigned himself to the routine. After a minute, the thermometer beeped, and Mrs. Williams pulled it out, checking the reading. “Still a bit high, but nothing too alarming,” she said, pulling his diaper back up. “We’ll keep checking every two hours, just to be safe.” Jacob nodded weakly, wishing for nothing more than to sleep through the whole ordeal. But Mrs. Williams wasn’t done with her care routine just yet. She stood up, smoothing her apron as she walked over to the bathroom. “I’m going to draw you a nice warm bath, honey. That’ll help relax you.” Jacob didn’t resist. A bath sounded like the least stressful thing right now. He lay there in a daze, half-listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom. Soon, Mrs. Williams returned, gently helping him up from the couch. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you all cleaned up,” she said, leading him by the hand. She guided him into the bathroom, where steam rose from the tub. The water looked inviting, but Jacob still felt a twinge of embarrassment as Mrs. Williams helped him undress. She was methodical, pulling off his shirt and then tugging down his shorts and diaper without hesitation. Jacob stood there, feeling exposed as Mrs. Williams guided him into the tub. She knelt beside him, taking a washcloth and lathering it with soap before gently scrubbing his arms and back. Her hands were gentle but firm, just like everything else she did, and she didn’t miss a spot, even spending some extra time to make sure his bottom was squeaky clean. “There we go,” she said soothingly as she rinsed the soap off his skin. “You’re doing so well, Jacob. You’re going to feel much better after this.” Jacob didn’t say anything, too drained to respond. He just closed his eyes, letting her take care of him, the warmth of the bath helping to ease his aches. Mrs. Williams hummed softly to herself as she washed his hair, the whole experience feeling oddly maternal, even if it was incredibly embarrassing. When the bath was finished, Mrs. Williams helped Jacob out of the tub, wrapping him in a large, fluffy towel. She dried him off carefully, making sure he was completely dry before leading him back to his room. Jacob felt like he was floating through the day in a fog, barely aware of his surroundings as she laid him down on his bed. As he lay there, Mrs. Williams moved with practiced efficiency, unfolding a fresh diaper and slipping it under Jacob's bottom. She powdered him generously before pulling the diaper snugly into place, fastening the tapes with precision. The familiar bulk of the diaper pressed against him, but in his feverish state, Jacob could barely muster the energy to care. “There we go, all clean and comfy,” Mrs. Williams said with a smile, patting the front of his diaper, a small puff of powder spraying up onto his tummy. “Now it’s straight to bed for you, young man. You need plenty of rest if you’re going to get better.” Jacob nodded weakly, feeling utterly drained. Mrs. Williams tucked him into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin and smoothing them out. “I’ll be back to check your temperature in a little while,” she said, her voice soft and reassuring. “Just rest now.” As she left the room, Jacob closed his eyes, sinking into the softness of his bed. His body still ached, and his fever hadn’t broken yet, but the exhaustion was too heavy to fight. In the back of his mind, he knew Mrs. Williams would be there to check on him throughout the night, taking his temperature and making sure he was properly cared for. But for now, all Jacob could do was sleep. Chapter 25: In the middle of the night, Jacob stirred slightly as Mrs. Williams quietly entered his room. The soft creak of the door barely registered in his foggy mind. His body was heavy with exhaustion, and the fever that had settled in earlier kept him in a fitful sleep. He vaguely felt the cool touch of her hand on his forehead as she bent over to check on him. “Still warm,” she murmured to herself, concerned. Jacob heard her, but his eyelids felt too heavy to open. He was too exhausted to even move. He shifted slightly under the covers, his diaper crinkling as he did so, but he barely registered it anymore. Mrs. Williams gently pulled the blanket off him, then softly rolled him onto his stomach. In his half-asleep state, Jacob didn’t even resist as she pulled down the back of his diaper and prepared to take his temperature again. “You’re doing fine, sweetheart,” she whispered, inserting the thermometer just like she had earlier in the day. Jacob winced slightly but stayed still, too tired to care. The beep of the thermometer was the only sound in the quiet room. Mrs. Williams pulled it out and frowned at the reading. “Still a little too high,” she said softly. She glanced down at Jacob, who was already drifting back toward sleep. She sighed softly and reached into her pocket, pulling out a small suppository. “I have a feeling this will help you feel better in the morning,” she said gently, more to herself than to him. Without disturbing him too much, Mrs. Williams spread Jacob's cheeks and inserted the suppository deep into his bottom. Jacob let out a weak, sleepy sound, too drowsy to really understand what was happening. His body shifted slightly in response, but before he knew it, she had pulled his diaper back up and covered him with the blanket again. “Rest, Jacob,” she whispered as she tucked him in, smoothing the blankets around him. “You’ll feel better in the morning.” With a pat on his padded bottom, she quietly left the room, leaving Jacob to sleep, but the effects of the suppository soon began to work through his system. His stomach churned uncomfortably as he slept, and at some point during the night, the inevitable happened. Jacob barely stirred as his body gave in, filling his diaper with a soft, warm mess. Even in his sleep, he felt the discomfort, but his fevered mind was too foggy to fully register what had happened. It wasn’t until the next morning, when the light filtered in through his window, that Jacob began to wake up. The first thing he felt was the thick, heavy feeling between his legs. He groaned softly, still exhausted, but something else caught his attention—the sound of Mrs. Williams quietly entering the room again. “Good morning, Jacob,” she said softly as she walked over to his bed. She smiled warmly, though there was still a hint of concern in her eyes. “How are you feeling, sweetie?” Jacob blinked sleepily, still trying to shake off the grogginess. “I don’t know,” he mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion. Mrs. Williams didn’t miss a beat. She pulled back the blankets and checked his forehead again, then glanced down at his diaper. Her experienced hands pressed against the bulky padding, and her expression shifted immediately. “Oh, Jacob,” she said with a sigh, “looks like you’ve had quite the accident during the night.” Jacob’s face flushed with embarrassment, the realization of what had happened slowly dawning on him. He shifted uncomfortably in bed, feeling the full weight of his soiled diaper. He wanted to protest, to say something, but the fever and exhaustion left him powerless. Mrs. Williams, ever calm and composed, didn’t seem fazed. “It’s alright, honey. You don't have to be embarrassed when you make a poopy diaper,” she reassured him, gently mussing his hair. “Let’s get you all cleaned up.” She moved quickly, gathering the necessary supplies for a diaper change. With practiced ease, she laid Jacob down on the changing table and went to work, untaping his messy diaper and cleaning his bottom with warm wipes. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, Mrs. Williams’ gentle touch made it all feel routine. “There we go, all fresh and clean,” she said as she fastened a new diaper onto him, making sure it was snug. She gave him a soft smile. “You’re going to feel better soon, I promise.” Jacob, still too weak to fully respond, just nodded slightly. He felt the soft bulk of the new diaper between his legs, but even that didn’t bother him as much as it used to. He just wanted to sleep, to escape the fever and the lingering embarrassment. Mrs. Williams tucked him back into bed, smoothing out the blankets. “I’ll make you some tea and breakfast later, but for now, I want you to rest. I’ll keep checking on you.” And with that, she left the room, leaving Jacob to drift back into a restless sleep.

Katie Ann What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old? By Becky Anne Proofread By Teek ©2018-2024 ~o~O~o~ Chapter Sixty-Six: Christmas Eve Katie was dreaming in her sleep. The setting appeared to be right outside the auditorium of Washington Elementary School. She had just started walking back to Mrs. Schneider when she was spun around. She began to shake in fear when she felt the loving hands of her best friend. The next thing she knew, she was running through a field of daisies with Stacy in her dream. ~o~O~o~ Christmas Eve morning, which was a Sunday, Katie tried to sit up when the room got bright, but Stacy was holding her down. She reached over and tickled her best friend. The one attempting to keep sleeping tried to roll over, but the regressed girl kept tickling. Stacy complained, “Stop! It's too early.” Katie looked at the other bed, “Stacy, I smell breakfast and Elizabeth has already got up. Should I tickle you more?” Sitting up, Stacy rubbed her eyes, “Fine, I am up. Evil best friend.” “You love your evil best friend,” a smirking Katie sat up but immediately had to protect herself from Stacy returning the tickle torture. Through the giggles, Katie got out, “Fine, we even. You can stop now.” Katie got out of bed and dragged her friend out. The two girls went downstairs to the kitchen. Aunty Sara looked at one very awake child and a sleepy one entering the kitchen, “There are my two little girls. It sounded like you were killing each other.” “We were just waking each other up with tickle torture,” Katie explained. “You started it,” Stacy protested. “I just returned the favor.” “Have a seat. I will bring each of you a pancake in a bit,” Aunty Sara said as she poured some batter onto the skillet. Soon after Katie sat down, she was rewarded with a plate-sized pancake. Once breakfast was done, all three girls were ushered upstairs. Stacy and Elizabeth were each handed gold dresses to put on. Aunty Sara quickly swapped the diaper for a dry one before handing the regressed girl tights and her own gold dress. After zipping Elizabeth up, Aunty Sara buttoned the youngest girls up before directing them downstairs. Once on the ground floor, the three girls were handed their shoes and coats. The two younger girls were directed to Uncle Sam’s car. When they got to church, Elizabeth met up with the seven-year-olds. Stacy grabbed her cousin's hand as they walked inside. After a quick stop to greet Katie’s Daddie, the three girls went to where Becka and Heather were standing. Heather said, “That is better; matching dresses this time. And who is this?” Stacy squeezed her cousin’s hand, “This is my cousin, Elizabeth. But before we get into that, we need to have a discussion. Right, Katie?” Katie meekly answered, “Right.” She knew this had to happen, but she was having second thoughts. She directed the four other girls to a quiet corner where they could talk privately. Katie questioned the girls softly, “What is my true age? Heather? Becka?” The two friends answered, “Seven.” Katie looked at Elizabeth, who answered softly, “Not seven. I am not sure. Older than me.” Katie sighed, pointing out quietly, “I ran into Heather and Becka last week at the Zoo. You two have been my friends for about three months. You deserve to know the truth.” Becka looked at Katie with a quizzical expression, “When did I run into you and know what?” “I hid from you Wednesday at Kid’s Korner,” Katie mentioned with a blush. Becka looked at the girl and asked, “Why hide from me?” “Because of what I’ve been hiding from you and Heather,” Katie meekly explained. “I am not really seven. I regress to seven, but that’s not my real age.” Heather was confused, “What does regress mean?” Stacy very quietly said, “It means she acts younger than her true age of nineteen.” “Nineteen!” Becka exclaimed. “Quiet,” Katie looked around to see if people were looking over at them. “We don’t want the whole Church to know.” “But you can’t be nineteen,” Heather pointed out. “You’re tiny like us. Nineteen-year-olds are big like Mommy and Daddy size. And you were in line to see Santa. I saw you there. Teenagers don’t go sit on Santa’s lap. They just write Santa letters or something.” “I have dwarfism,” Katie explained. “As for Santa, there are times I act my size instead of my age. It’s hard work being a nineteen-year-old when I look like a 2nd grader. . .” Becka interrupted, “What is dorkism?” Elizabeth held back a giggle while she listened, hopefully finally understanding what all the adults had been talking about when Katie came up in discussions. “Dwarfism,” Katie corrected the mispronunciation. “It is something that causes me to grow slowly and stop growing early. When I was in second grade, like you, I was the size of a three-year-old, wearing size 2T and 3T clothes. My doctors say I’m probably not going to grow anymore, so I’ll be this size the rest of my life.” “Is that why you are still in diapers?” Elizabeth asked. At the same time, Becka said, “You never explained why you were hiding from me on Wednesday.” Stacy smirked, looking at Becka and then at Katie, “I bet I know why she was hiding from you on Wednesday. Can I say?” She just shrugged toward Stacy, “Don’t mind.” “If what I saw her wearing on Tuesday is anything to go on,” Stacy explained. “She was wearing an elf costume volunteering at the Zoo.” “Yes,” Katie smiled and acknowledged. “You see, I wasn’t visiting the zoo. I’m a volunteer helper there. On Wednesday, I was working in my favorite area in the Zoo, Kids’ Korner. You happened to visit while I was supposed to be dragging another bag of food to the booth. I wasn’t ready to explain how I was a worker at the zoo, so I hid in the barn until you left the petting zoo. But since I ran into Heather Monday and you Wednesday, I decided you both deserve to know the fact that I am nineteen going on seven.” “Why is the Zoo Kids’ Korner your favorite?” Becka asked. Katie looked at Becka like she grew another head and pointed out, “Because I am a little girl.” Heather interjected, “But you aren't really.” “Trust me, she is,” Stacy added. “I have interacted with both ages, and they both act the same. What you see is what you get. The only difference is the nineteen-year-old goes to college instead of 2nd grade and gets to be a zoo helper.” While the girls were thinking about all that was said, Katie added, “‘Lizabeth, I wear thicker underwear because I have to be actively thinking about my bladder to not wet myself. It’s better to wear protection than risk a potty accident. Since I can't be babysitting my bladder at night, I will wet the bed if I don't wear protection. I would rather have a dry bed than a wet one.” Heather put in, “Yeah, I have to wear something at night, too.” Becka thought for a moment before asking, “Who knows?” “It is better to say, who doesn’t know?” Katie gestured out to the room full of people. “Most of this church doesn’t know except for the people close to me.” Heather looked out at the room and stuck a finger out for each person or group she listed, “Your Daddie? Stacy’s family? Your family? Your cousins that were here on Thanksgiving?” Katie answered, “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.” Becka interrupted, “Are the cousins your actual cousins?” Katie scrunched her mouth around before saying, “They are all cousins to the seven-year-old. Heidi is the nineteen-year-old’s niece. Along with Bobbie Jo, who you may have seen. Mike, Megan, and Tina are Daddie’s nieces and nephew.” “Who is the mysterious Mommie you talk about from time to time?” Heather asked. “That is complicated,” the regressed girl started. “Most of the time, the person I am talking about doesn’t exist. When I say I’m with Mommie during the week, I’m not with a Mommie. I live in a dorm at college. Sometimes, when I talk about Mommie, I’m actually talking about my older me’s mother. You actually may have met her since she was here on Thanksgiving. I called her Granny Telgenhof.” “How should we treat you?” Heather asked. Katie smiled, “Nothing changes, just that you will know the truth. Treat me like your friend. Like you always have.” Aunty Sara walked up to the girls and hugged Stacy from behind, “It looks like a serious discussion is happening here, but it’s time to go to the sanctuary.” Katie looked up at Aunty Sara, “We were telling Becka and Heather about both of my ages, Aunty Sara.” “Welcome to the trusted list, Becka and Heather,” Sara smiled at the girls and over at Elizabeth. “And you too, Elizabeth. We never formally informed Elizabeth, but we also didn’t hide it from her. Girls, this is Katie’s secret to tell people, not yours. You can tell your parents, but no one else, okay?” All the girls nodded. “Now get to the sanctuary, you five. The service is about to begin,” Aunty Sara smiled at the girls and followed behind the group. The three Bullards were directed to a pew that contained the Bullard extended family and Katie’s Daddie. Elizabeth scooted in first next to her Mommie. Katie and Stacy went in next in order before Aunty Sara sat on the end. ~o~O~o~ Pastor Greggory announced, “Our girls and boys may be excused to Children’s Church.” The three girls in gold dresses were released into the aisle before following the crowd to the classrooms. Katie followed Stacy as she directed Elizabeth to the third/fourth-grade classroom. After that was done, they headed to Mrs. Fowler’s classroom. The regressed girl sat next to Jenny. Her best friend joined the other two at the same table. Mrs. Fowler said, “Welcome to class. We are going to open with a little game. I want you split into teams of three.” The three girls at the same table decided to be a team like they were during Halloween. Mrs. Fowler continued, “Great. Now, please pick one of your teammates.” Stacy smirked and whispered to Jenny. Together, the two of them pointed at Katie. The chosen one just shook her head. The teacher handed the other two a closed paper bag. Mrs. Fowler instructed, “The group member you picked is your Christmas tree. When I say go, open your paper bag and use that to decorate your tree. … Go!” Stacy opened the bag and found two different colors of garland. She and Jenny started to wrap Katie with the green garland. The girls next wrapped the red garland around the Christmas tree, Katie. They were laughing up a storm as they did it. The three girls weren’t the fastest team, but they had a blast anyway. They, however, were fast enough to win the third-place prize of a small bag of Christmas candies for each of them. After everyone was done, the teacher said, “Unwrap your tree and return the garland to the bag, boys and girls, and sit down, please. We are going to learn about the three wise men.” ~o~O~o~ When the class was over, the two girls gathered Elizabeth before heading up to the common area. They passed the adults and headed to the cookies. Aunty Sara said like usual, “One cookie, girls.” Heather soon joined them. “Where is Becka?” Stacy asked, looking around for her. “She and her folks left right away for a family Christmas Party.” Before the girls had finished eating their cookies, Daddie came to the little group, “Katie, Stacy, and Elizabeth, get your coats on. It is time to go.” As Stacy was getting her coat on, she asked, “Are we riding with you, Uncle?” “No, I am dropping you and Elizabeth off at your Dad’s car, sweeties.” After dropping the two girls off, Katie was led to the Escalade. When the door was opened for her, Katie crawled onto her lavender child seat and Daddie strapped her in. She happened to notice the back of the SUV had luggage in it. Examining it more, she noticed wrapped Christmas gifts. He followed Uncle Sam out of the church parking lot. The girl was confused when they followed the car all the way to the Bullard’s house. Katie asked, “If we were going here, why did we have to be split up? What is the luggage for?” Daddie explained, “We are just picking up Jess and the rest of your items. You stay here, I’ll only be a few minutes. I will leave the car running to keep you warm, Princess.” Katie slapped her head; she had forgotten about her doll. She really did want her. Daddie came back and opened her door. She was handed Jess before he shut the door again. He put some more items in the back before getting in and driving away again. About twenty minutes later, they came to a stop. Katie looked around and realized she was at Grandma and Grandpa Olsen’s house. After Daddie released her from the child's car seat harness, Katie held onto Jess and crawled out of the car. Katie walked to the front door by herself and rang the doorbell. Grandpa opened the door and let Katie enter the house. Looking out at the car where Daddie was playing around in the back of the SUV, Grandpa yelled, “Do you need help, Adam?” Daddie hollered back, “I will gladly accept it, Dad.” After removing her mary janes, Katie went to find Grandma. With Jess held tight, Katie looked in the living room before finding her in the Kitchen. “You are just in time to help me bake some Christmas cookies, Princess,” Grandma gave Katie a hug. “Put your doll and coat in the children's room.” The regressed girl did as she was told and was quickly back in the kitchen. Katie was handed a brown apron that looked like a gingerbread girl, “Let’s tie this apron on you to protect your pretty dress. Step on this stool to wash your hands.” With the little baker all prepared, Granny directed, “Now, move the stool with your feet over here. Up you go. We need two and three-fourths cups of filtered flour. Here is one cup and the sifter.” Katie turned the hand crank on the sifter. While she was doing that, Granny dropped another cup into it. Another thing of flour soon joined in the sifter that looked like it had been well-loved. After they were done with the flour, Katie was handed three measuring spoons of various sizes containing different things to add to the flour. “Mix the salt and baking soda into the flour with this spoon, but please keep it in the bowl and not on the counter.” Katie quickly stuck her tongue out at her Granny. “I saw that. I will deal with that when we are done baking. Set that bowl aside. Now, in this bowl, we need to add the peanut butter, the butter, and the shortening. Here is the peanut butter. You probably need to use this spatula to get it out. … Here is your butter … The shortening. Again, you will need to use the spatula to get it out.” Katie was handed the mixer. She looked at it and mentioned, “I can barely get my hand around this. You want me to use this and keep your kitchen clean, Grandma?!?” The older lady laughed, “I was planning on helping you.” While Granny stabilized the mixer and held down the bowl, Katie mixed the bowl until it was smooth. She was directed to set the mixer on the side of the bowl. “Now we need to add the brown sugar. Now, back to mixing for a few more minutes. … That is a good job, Princess.” “Set the mixer on the side of the bowl again. Do you think you can break two eggs into the bowl?” Katie responded by grabbing an egg and cracking it on the counter. She added it to the bowl. She repeated the same thing with the second egg. She was handed a measuring spoon and a bottle of vanilla. “A spoonful of vanilla needs to be added next. Then it is back to mixing again.” And mixing is what they did until it looked like the eggs were well mixed in. Granny set the beater aside. The little girl was then handed a bag of peanut butter chips to add next. “Do you think you can fold in those chips with this wooden spoon?” “I can try, Granny.” Katie made a rough attempt to fold in the chips. Granny praised her before folding it in some more. The older lady then got out two prepared baking sheets with parchment on them. Katie was handed a small scooper and told to fill the baking sheet up with small balls of the batter. Daddie walked into the kitchen, “Looks delicious in here.” He stuck his finger on the dirty mixer attachments and placed the sweet dough into his mouth. “Daddie!” Granny glared at “Adam Dale, that is the baker's reward, not yours. At least it is after I spank her for being cheeky with me earlier.” “Yeah, my reward.” Katie glared at Daddie while slowly processing what was said. With a shocked look, she exclaimed, “What! Granny, no spanking!” “You have a task to do, little girl,” Grandma said, coming over with a bowl of unwrapped chocolate kisses. “Put a kiss on top of each ball, squishing it down in the process. … Excellent, step down from the stool. After I put these in the oven, I will help you out of your apron.” “Grandma, can you also help me with a different issue so I don't have a rash like Thanksgiving?” Granny removed the apron before directing Katie to the kids’ bedroom. When Grandma passed Daddie, she paused to give him a quick swat on his bottom, “That is for being a dough thief.” In the bedroom, Katie was helped to lie down on the bottom mattress. Once the wet one was removed, the girl got a quick spanking on her bottom. “Ouch!” Grandma tried to keep an upset look on her face, but she was really smirking. “You have to learn to keep that tongue in your mouth, you little cutie brat.” She wasn't really upset with the tongue being stuck out, but she did want to discourage it as much as possible. When done in the bedroom, Katie was directed to go to the table in the kitchen. As she was sitting there waiting, the apron was dropped over her head again. She was then handed one of the beater attachments. Katie smiled as she made sure there was not one tiny speck of the delicious dough left. When Katie handed the ‘cleaned’ attachment back to Granny, the apron was removed. Katie turned to go back to the kids’ room to play, but she didn't get far before her hands and face were scrubbed. Safely in the kids' room, away from the adults, the regressed one investigated her activity bag. Katie found her new princess play set. She hadn't been playing with it for long when little three-year-old Tina walked in wearing her green Christmas dress. “Tina,” Katie smiled. “Where is your sister or brother?” “Megan will be here soon. Grandma baked today, and she is cleaning one of the mixing thingies.” Katie sat up proud, “Actually, I baked. Grandma helped me.” Tina pouted, “I wove doing that with Granny.” Megan soon entered the room wearing her red Christmas dress and looked at what Katie was playing with, “Ooooo, I not seen dat here before.” “It was a Christmas present from Stacy,” Katie moved aside so Megan could play, too. The girls hadn’t been playing long before they heard Aunty Alexa call from down the hall, “Girls, time to eat!” At the dining room table, the three girls found they had assigned seats. Katie was between Daddie and Grandma. Megan was on the other side of Granny, with her Daddie next to her. Tina was in a highchair between her Mommie and Grandpa. As they sat at the table, they found the pinafores from Thanksgiving around their necks, with Granny explaining, “We have to make sure we keep those pretty dresses clean.” After grace, everyone was served a portion of breaded meat covered by white gravy and a side of brussel sprouts. Even though the children’s portions were smaller than the adults, Katie still discreetly made a face at the brussel sprouts. Megan pointed at the food, “What is this, Granny?” “It is called chicken fried chicken, Princess.” As Daddie was cutting up Katie’s food, she noticed her drink looked suspiciously like eggnog. As she grabbed it, she heard Daddie say, “Two hands, Buttercup.” When the meal was over, the kids were released to go play in their bedroom. ~o~O~o~ About an hour later, the girls were told to clean up the toys and come to the common room. They were directed to sit near the tree. Grandpa Olsen, dressed like Santa minus the beard, walked into the room saying, “Ho Ho Ho, my granddaughters.” He did not attempt to hide that he was Grandpa. He also didn’t disguise his voice. Katie looked and noticed that Grandma was dressed as Mrs. Claus. She also didn’t attempt to hide that she was Granny. Katie laughed, “Oh, Grandpa.” She was ignored, and Santa Claus handed each of the girls a present, “Just a gift of gratitude to each of you for the love you give us.” Katie opened her gift to be rewarded with a card on top of some tissue paper. The card was addressed to Katie / Kathleen. She set it back to uncover what the tissue paper was hiding. She pulled up a Christmas dress. It was red with nutcracker scenes on the bottom. Since the inside back of the collar of the dress was visible, she noticed that the maker tag was “Made with love by Nancy Olsen.” She glanced at the other girls' presents, which were also dresses just like hers but with different fabric patterns. Megan’s was blue with snowmen around the bottom. Tina had a red one with skiing penguins around the bottom. Thinking back to last Thursday, she realized that it was Megan’s dress in pieces in the sewing room when she was measured. Katie turned to the envelope. She found a card that said, “Welcome to the Family.” Inside was a handwritten message: “Dear Katie, Welcome to our family, my dear granddaughter! We are thrilled to have you here with us. You are a special and sweet little girl, and we can't wait to watch you grow and thrive as a part of our family. We hope you always feel loved and cherished, and we promise to be here for you through all of life's ups and downs, no matter what your age is. We are excited to make many happy memories with you and to see all the wonderful things you will accomplish. We are wishing you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year full of joy and blessings. With love, Grandma and Grandpa.” She dropped the card and turned to hug Grandma. Once released, she hugged Grandpa. After the hugging was done, she noticed Daddie reading the card. She smiled at the one who changed her life. Her cousins came up to Katie, holding envelopes with their names on them. They asked her to read them their cards. Katie took Megan’s first and read it. “Dear Megan, Merry Christmas, our dearest granddaughter! We love and cherish the brave and beautiful child you are becoming. We will love you no matter which name or gender you decide to be. May your holiday season be filled with laughter, love, and the warmth of family. Always be true to yourself and know that you are valued and accepted. We are wishing you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year full of joy and blessings. With Love, Grandma and Grandpa." Turning to Tina, Katie had the three-year-old sit on her lap to hear what the card said. “Dear Tina, Merry Christmas, our dearest granddaughter! We love and cherish the brave and beautiful child you are becoming. May your holiday season be filled with laughter, love, and the warmth of family. Always be true to yourself and know that you are valued and accepted. We are wishing you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year full of joy and blessings. With Love, Grandma and Grandpa." Katie whispered in Tina’s ear, “Go give Grandma and Grandpa big hugs and kisses for your new dress. Once the girls were done saying Thank You, it was story time. The three little ones sat on the floor in front of Santa Olsen as he read ‘How the Grinch Stole Christmas.’ When the story was done, Aunty Alexa directed, “To the bedroom, girls, it is time to get ready for bed.” Daddie turned to follow the stampede of girls, but Alexa told him, “No, brother. I got her.” Katie heard Daddie say to Grandma, “Katie has been having nightmares nightly since the attack. She might wake us up in the middle of the night screaming.” Katie didn’t hear any more as Aunty Alexa scooted the girls away from the adults and down the hallway. Before entering the bedroom, Megan was told to use the potty. While she was gone, the two other girls were stripped of their dresses and tights. Tina’s bottom was changed, and she was dressed in a snowflake covered pink footie jammie. Five-year-old Megan entered the room just as Tina’s jammies were being zipped up. Her Mom immediately went to work switching Megan’s dress for a princess footie. Katie was last. She got a dry bottom before being dressed in her Christmas-footed jammies. All three girls were sent across the hall to brush their teeth. Aunty went with them to help. On their way back to the bedroom, Alexa yelled down the hall, “Hey, Brat, if you want to help tuck in your daughter, now is the time.” Daddie walked into the room, “Big Sis, you’re the brat, not me. I’m the handsome little brother that everyone loves.” Alexa just shook her head and rolled her eyes as she went to work, tucking her two daughters into the lower bunk. The regressed girl in the top bunk was handed her Minnie Mouse by Daddie and given a kiss on her forehead. The two adults left the room with the last one turning off the light. Chapter Sixty-Seven: Christmas Day While it was still dark out, Megan woke up because the bed was shaking. She heard Katie crying above her. It sounded like the girl was tossing around in her sleep. She asked, “Katie? You ok?” She got no reply. After about almost a minute, the shaking and crying stopped. She asked again, “Katie? You ok there?” Again, she got no reply. Megan drifted back asleep. ~o~O~o~ Granny woke up the girls on Christmas morning. Megan was sent to go potty and brush her teeth. After a dry bottom, Tina was the first one to get dressed in her gift from Grandma. Katie soon followed in with the dry bottom and was dressed in her homemade red Christmas dress. When Megan returned, Katie told it was time to brush her teeth, but first, she needed to help Tina brush hers. They didn't get far out of the room before Granny reminded them to put on their slippers to protect the bottom of their tights. When they were done, they wandered into the common room to join the rest of the Olsen family. The two girls were directed to sit at the table for breakfast. Megan soon joined them. Grandma covered their dresses with the pinafores before setting bacon and eggs in front of each girl. Daddie said as he ate his own breakfast, “Katie must not have had a nightmare. I didn't hear her during the night.’ Katie just blushed in response. “Katie woke me up when everyone sleeping,” Megan said. “Was she having nightmare?” “I did?” Katie looked lost. “I guess I spoke too soon,” Daddie looked at Katie and then back at Megan, “Katie had something really scary happen to her, and she has been having nightmares ever since. I’m sorry she woke you up.” “Oh,” Megan said, getting up and going over to hug Katie. When breakfast was done, the girls were directed to sit in front of the Christmas tree, minus the pinafores. The rest of the family also joined the gathering. Grandma started handing out presents. Tina got the first present. It was from Grandma and Grandpa. Megan's gift soon followed. It was a lovely dress. Now, Mike would have pouted at getting clothes, but this was Megan, and it was exactly what she asked for. Katie was the next to receive a gift. It was a Lego Belville set, the Winter Wonder Palace. Examining the box, she discovered it had 168 pieces, including a King, two princesses, a pony, and a cute little bunny. Katie thought it looked like it would be fun to assemble. Unlike the typical Lego flair aimed at boys, this one was definitely aimed at girls. The kids watched as the rest of the family got gifts from Grandma and Grandpa. When that was over, the gifts were randomly handed out. Katie watched with interest as her gift to Tina was opened up. The youngest cousin was very excited about the Aurora Princess Doll. The regressed girl knew she was supposed to be seven and go with Daddie with the gifts, but she had money to burn and was excited to get gifts for all her family members. Katie had just been given a gift from the Rose family. She opened it up to discover it was the My Little Pony Twist and Style Parlor. She smiled at another toy. She was actually happy to receive toys. Internally, her two ages were arguing. The nineteen-year-old was saying she should be upset that she was getting toys. The seven-year-old was sticking out her tongue and saying toys are fun to play with. The little girl side pointed out that she was in control of the body now. After the other family members got gifts, Daddie was happy to receive a coffee cup that said ‘World’s Greatest Daddy.’ Katie was sad that she had to settle for a Y instead of IE. Daddie didn’t seem to mind, though, as her stuffing was hugged out of her. A few more family members later, Megan got her gift from the little girl. The part-time girl, part-time boy, had been hard to buy for, specifically who to buy for. She went with grandma’s prediction, which one she had to buy for. Katie decided to go with the same theme with both of the sisters. Megan got a Belle Princess Doll. Again, the new girl was delighted to receive it. A couple more gifts later, Grandma handed the regressed girl a large box. She looked at the label to see that it was from Daddie. She thought the box size was very suspicious. She opened it up to be greeted with the Samantha Doll she had been asking for forever. She ran over to Daddie and jump-hugged him before sitting down nicely again. One of the gifts from Megan’s parents was a new wig with long brown hair. Mommie said, “Soon, we have to return your borrowed wig. We borrowed it way too long.” Katie soon got five similar-sized gift-wrapped packages tied together with a green ribbon. She looked at the label to see it was from Daddie again. She unwrapped each one to be greeted by Samantha’s books, two through six. She figured that book one came with the doll. Aunty and Uncle were happy to receive the same gift she gave Aunty Sara and Uncle Sam. The flavored coffees went over very well. Likewise, Grandma and Grandpa were quite pleased with their selection of fine chocolates. Grandma asked teasingly, “Are you trying to ruin our diets, Princess?” Katie just blushed in response. Grandma addressed the girls, “Megan, please sit next to Katie. Tina, please sit on the other side.” She then handed Katie a large box. “To Katie, Megan, and Tina, from the family.” Katie, with her cousin's help, unwrapped the gift to discover another wrapped gift. She handed that gift to Megan to unwrap. The older girl looked at the adults with a questioning look. The adults just smirked. Megan likewise discovered a wrapped gift inside her box. She handed that gift to Tina to unwrap. Tina unwrapped her gift to reveal just a piece of paper. She handed the paper to Katie to read. Katie read out loud, “Katie, Megan, and Tina are invited to join Stacy, Heidi, and Bobbie Jo at Disney World at a later date that works with Riverville schools, Mountain College, Clearwater schools, and Madison schools.” Three excited hyper, voices all went off at once in response to that letter. After that gift, Katie noticed that underneath the tree was empty, and the large pile of gifts had all been given out. She could have sworn that she had more gifts for Daddie under there. Granted, they were from Kathleen to Adam, but they were still put under the tree yesterday. She went up to Grandma to question her about the missing gifts. “They were under the wrong tree. They will reappear under the correct tree.” Katie just nodded confusingly. Aunty told the girls to go play for a bit before lunch. ~o~O~o~ Sara Bullard came up to where her daughter was playing. “Stacy, there is one more gift you didn't get during the party.” Stacy gave her Mommie a confused look before opening the gift. She was rewarded with a letter. She read, “Stacy is invited to join Katie, Megan, Heidi, Tina, and Bobbie Jo at Disney World at a later date that works with Riverville schools, Clearwater schools, Madison schools, and Mountain College.” She smiled big time, and tackle hugged her Mommie. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Mommie. Why Clearwater? Katie doesn't actually go there.” “Nope, she doesn't. However, Katie’s Grandma does work there.” “Oh.” ~o~O~o~ Soon after the Olsen extended family gathered for Christmas lunch, Grandma told Megan to use the bathroom. The other two girls were directed to the bedroom for dry bottoms. When all the girls were back from their tasks, Grandpa said, “Let us go to the bowling alley to do our Christmas Day bowling tradition. If Adam wants to take the three girls, I can get Alexa and Brian in my car.” After everyone put on coats, they headed out to the cars. The two vehicles soon pulled into the bowling alley parking lot. Daddie released the three girls and directed them into the building. They met up with Grandma, who was paying, “Hello, we are a family of eight. We would like two lanes, one with bumpers. The girls are three, five, and seven. The rest are adults.” She went on to tell which shoes each person needed. The family went to their assigned lanes, and the girls had a lane to themselves. Their gutters had a white pillow-like thing to block it. They also had a ramp to roll their bowling balls down. After the adults helped them change their shoes to fashionable pink and white bowling shoes, they started to bowl. The girls weren’t really keeping score. They were just having fun. The adults, on the other hand, were being very competitive. A five-year-old girl walked up to Alexa and said, “Hello, Mrs. Rose.” “Why hello, Lauren. Where is your family?” “Mommie and Daddie are over there,” Lauren said, pointing. The neighbor girl walked over to the girls and said, “Hello, Tina. I like your dress. Who are these girls, and where is …” Lauren’s eyes got very big, and she asked Megan, “I forgot your name, my friend.” Megan meekly answered, barely audible, “Megan.” Lauren told her, “Your dress is pretty, Megan.” Again, Megan meekly said, “Thank you.” She eeped as Lauren hugged the dickens out of her. “You introduce me?” Megan softly said, “Lauren, our cousin, Katie. Katie, Lauren, who lives across the street.” While the four girls were softly talking, Megan’s Mommie was watching to see if she had to rescue her daughter, which didn’t go unnoticed by her own Mother. She couldn’t get a handle on Megan’s face. She didn’t look scared or upset. But then again, she didn’t look happy. She did figure that Lauren Anker knew who Megan was. After talking to the girls for a bit, Lauren mentioned, “I talk later, Megan and Tina. I need to go back to Mommie and Daddie.” “Ok, Lauren,” Megan said with a wave. After she left, Megan said, “Not sure about that.” After their time was done, the girls, who had not been keeping score, couldn't tell you who won. However, on the adult side, Alexa would gladly tell you she won by one point. The family headed back to the cars, and Adam followed his Dad as they headed to the family's usual Christmas dinner location. After parking at the Chinese buffet, he escorted the three girls into the building. Grandpa said, “Five adults, please. The girls are 7, 5, and 3.” Katie followed the other family members toward the table. She listened to Daddie order an iced tea for her. She then was led to the buffet to pick out her meal. Once she was sitting at the table, Grandma shoved a napkin in her neckline. She looked where Megan was sitting and discovered her cousin matched her in the napkin treatment. After Daddie returned with his own meal, he made sure everything was bite-sized for the regressed girl. Katie and Tina were escorted to the ice cream area by Granny after they were done eating. Katie did think this place was boring. She had nothing to do after she was done eating. There was nothing to color or keep her occupied. She looked at Daddie and noticed that he had another full plate. She did convince Uncle Brian to switch seats, so she was sitting between Tina and Megan. The three girls tried to keep themselves entertained quietly. How quiet they were would depend on your definition of quiet. After the adults were done, the family was again ushered out to the cars. The destination this time was the Olsen family house. After they parked in the driveway, Daddie opened the door behind him to release Tina. Megan, who was sitting in the middle booster, crawled over the child seat that Tina had been sitting in. Katie was the last to be released. After they were allowed in the house, Grandma instructed, “Girls, it is seven-thirty. You three may play for a bit before having to get ready for bed.” Aunty Alexa questioned, “Tina and Katie, do either of you need a change?” Katie blushed before nodding her head. Aunty led the two girls down the hall to get dry bottoms. After the change was done, Katie suggested to her cousins that they play Candy Land. ~o~O~o~ Grandma Olsen walked into the room before saying, “Girls, it is time to get ready for bed.” She started with the youngest. When it was the regressed girl's turn, she removed Katie’s dress and tights. She replaced it with the nightie she got at Thanksgiving. The oldest cousin looked at her younger cousins and noticed they matched. All three girls were sent to brush their teeth. When they returned and were tucked in their respective beds, Grandma read them a bedtime story. She turned off the light as she left the room.

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Katie Ann What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old? By Becky Anne Proofread By Teek ©2018-2024 ~o~O~o~ Chapter Sixty-Eight: Here?!? Tina felt like someone was gently shaking her awake. She opened her eyes to realize that the bed was gently shaking. No one was actually shaking her. She listened to the soft sobs coming from above her. As suddenly as it started, it stopped. Tina drifted back asleep. ~o~O~o~ Movement below her caused Katie to roll over and open her eyes to see the sun peeking around the curtains. As she sat up, a voice pierced the silence. “Katie, you awake?” Katie leaned over the side of her bed and looked down at the bunk below her, “I am, Megan.” Thinking Megan looked funny without her wig, Katie bit her tongue to prevent herself from giggling. The regressed girl crawled to the ladder before getting down from her bunk. She grabbed a picture book and sat between the two sisters. As Katie was finishing the story, the bedroom door opened. Aunty Alexa walked into the room, “Good, you three are up. Megan, head to the bathroom to brush your teeth. While you are gone, I am going to deal with these two brats.” “Aunty!” Katie exclaimed. Katie just got a pat on her head as Aunty smiled at her before telling her to lie down. Once stripped and put in a dry diaper, Katie was handed a pile of clothes to put on: jeans, pink socks, a princess t-shirt, and her reindeer Christmas sweatshirt. The little one quickly got dressed. “Go brush your teeth, Katie,” Aunty Alexa said as she fastened Tina’s diaper. “Send Megan back in here, please.” Katie opened the door, letting Megan in before she went across the hall to the bathroom. It wasn’t long before she was walking into the common room. Daddie smiled at his little princess and instructed her to sit on a kitchen chair. Two minutes later, she had a lovely french braid in her hair, complete with a white ribbon. Tina soon toddled into the room wearing a Christmas-themed sweatshirt. The older sister arrived shortly afterward wearing a sweatshirt with Belle in her winter dress. Granny dropped pinafores over the girl's heads before returning to the stove. She returned with plates containing a cinnamon roll and a couple of sausage links for each girl. The girls also got milk to drink. Katie felt someone touch her left shoulder. Looking up, she discovered Daddie with her tablet in his hand. She accepted the iron pill and quickly took it before returning to her delicious roll. Soon after breakfast, Grandpa put ‘Polar Express’ into the VCR. Katie and her two cousins settled down to watch it. About halfway through the movie, Katie watched Daddie carry her new American Girl dolls, Jess and Samantha, out the door. It appeared that Daddie and Uncle were loading up the cars. When the movie was over, Daddie came up to Katie, “Hug your relatives, Princess. It is time to go.” Katie hugged her cousins first and then her aunt and uncle. While Grandpa was getting a hug, she said, “Love you, Grandpa.” As Katie hugged Granny, she said, “But I love you more, Grandma.” Grandpa faked hurt from that statement. The family just laughed as the girl sheepishly followed her Daddie out to the car. At the car, Daddie opened the back door for the girl to crawl onto her seat before he fastened her harness. Katie looked at Samantha, Jess, and her activity bag next to her. She figured she was going on a long trip, probably to Clearwater. It confused her when Daddie pulled into his driveway. “Buttercup, stay here while I quickly run into the house. I will leave the car running to keep you warm.” Daddie shortly returned with a pink dress bag and a large suitcase. He placed them in the back before returning to the house. He returned a second time, holding Katie’s laundry basket on one hip and dragging her Minnie Mouse carry-on behind him with the other hand. All those items joined the pile of stuff in the back of the SUV. Once Daddie was in the driver's seat, he backed out of the driveway. Katie grabbed Samantha into a hug before looking in her activity bag. She found her coloring books, Samantha’s books, and a ‘Ballet Shoes’ library book checked out of the Riverville Library. The regressed girl decided to grab Samantha's first book to occupy her on the trip. She assumed they were heading to Clearwater. She doubted they were heading to Mountain. She realized the resort was an option, but if they were going there, they would be there for a while. ~o~O~o~ Five-year-old Lauren Anker walked across the street under the watchful eye of her Mommie. She walked up to the door of the Rose house. After pressing the doorbell, she waited a few minutes before turning back to look at her Mommie. Mrs. Anker signaled for Lauren to return. When she got close, she said, “They must still be gone, Cupcake.” ~o~O~o~ Katie had just finished her book when she looked up and realized they were in Clearwater. When Daddie turned into her grandparents’ … or was that her parents’ … driveway, the first thing she noticed was her car. Katie found it odd that the ordinarily dull, beige car shined in the sunlight. It almost looked brand new. Distracted by Daddie opening her door and releasing her from the harness, Katie focused on getting her dolls and activity bag. Once Katie was out of the car, Daddie encouraged her to go inside so she wouldn’t freeze. Walking into the house, she headed to the sound of the television. “Katie!” Marlene exclaimed. “I did not hear you arrive. Did Adam drop you off and run?” “We just got here. Daddie is dealing with my mountain of luggage. I am not sure if I should be calling you Mom or Grandma right now.” “Katie! Where is your bedroom?” Daddie yelled from the front door. “Oops, I better go show Daddie,” Katie ran off but returned after giving Daddie a navigation lesson. Mom looked over at her daughter and smiled, “Your age is up to you, sweetheart. You are sitting in front of me, cradling a doll just like you used to do when you were seven the first time. So, maybe you are seven. You are also in your childhood home, on Christmas vacation from college, so perhaps you are nineteen.” Katie just shrugged while hugging her doll. Daddie, after the fifth trip to the bedroom, walked up to Katie. After hugging her, he said, ”Love you, Buttercup. I will see you on the fifth.” “OK, Daddie. Stay safe.” As he walked out of the door, Mom asked, “Have you eaten, Princess? How are we treating you? What age are you?” Katie, with a shrug, “No, I haven't eaten. I guess I am currently both ages, Mom. Or is it Grandma?” “Guess it is Mom. Let's get some food in you before we need to go to the airport to pick up your sister and her family.” About five to ten minutes later, the short teenager was served a grilled cheese sandwich. She was encouraged to find her booster when she was done. Katie walked into her bedroom to discover all her stuff was piled here and there. She picked up Jess from the pile, and after hugging her, Katie put her in a prominent position on top of the dresser using her stool. The process was repeated with her Samantha doll. Grabbing her booster seat and her activity bag, Katie followed her Mother into the garage. “George, Katie, and I are heading to the airport,” was said as the house door closed. At the minivan, Katie pulled on the door handle on the back slider. After it opened, she got in and put the booster down on the seat. Turning back to the door, Katie pressed the button to close the door before climbing up on her booster seat and buckling herself in. Looking in her bag, Katie decided on reading the second book in the American Girl Samantha series. “You buckled back there, sweetie?” “I am Gra … Mom. Are they flying into Pittsburgh, Erie, or Harrisburg?” “Pittsburgh. Did you bring something to entertain yourself, Princess? It is a long trip.” Mom asked as she drove out of the neighborhood. “I have my activity bag with me, Gra … Mom.” About two hours later, as they approached the west side of Pittsburgh, Katie realized she had a problem. She meekly said, “Umm, Mom, I seriously need a change.” “Darn, I didn't bring the diaper bag, GRANDDAUGHTER. I see a sign for Babies R Us. Hopefully, they stock your size, Princess. We are an hour ahead of schedule, so we have time to stop for supplies..” Once the minivan had parked, Katie unbundled herself and tried to open the door. She discovered the child lock was on. After Grandma opened the door and Katie got out, her hand was firmly held as they went into the store. Mom … no … Grandma was on a mission. The two of them headed for the diaper aisle. A Huggies size six was pulled off the shelf and given to the little girl to hold. Grandma turned to the shelves behind them and grabbed some baby wipes and baby powder. As they were walking to the cashier, Grandma grabbed a pink diaper bag off a shelf, “I guess I need to keep one of these in the car like we used to when you were little.” Just before the registers was a clearance rack with some girls' clothes on it. Grandma stopped and took a pink frilly dress off the rack. She held it in Katie’s general direction, “You looked so cute in dresses like this. Too bad you don't fit in them anymore.” Katie had to agree that the dress was cute and, for some strange reason, she wouldn't mind wearing it if it came in her size. BUT she would NEVER admit to that. Just like she would never tell Grandma that she had some white rumba tights that would go perfectly with that dress. Grandma looked at the sizes of the dresses. She pulled one off the rack, “This one would fit Bobbie Jo. Too bad they don’t appear to have one in Heidi’s size or yours.” “Grandma,” Katie rolled her eyes. “It’s a baby store, and I’m not a baby.” Grandma raised an eyebrow and gave Katie a weird look as she put the dress for Bobbie Jo on top of the package of diapers Katie was carrying. They continued their way to the check-out counter. With a huge blush on her face, Katie put the diapers and dress on the counter next to the powder, wipes, and diaper bag. The bored teenage cashier hardly looked up from her work before saying, “Thirty-eight dollars and fifty-two cents, please.” After the money was exchanged, Katie was handed the bag with the dress, wipes, and powder while Grandma took the diapers and diaper bag. Back at the minivan, the hatch was popped, and the young girl was directed as to where to put the bag she was carrying. Grandma then got a few things out and proceeded to lead Katie to the side door of the van. After opening the sliding door, Grandma moved the booster off the seat. “Lay down, Sweetie.” “Here!?!?” “Yes, here,” Grandma stated in a firm Mom's voice. “We don't have much time. Please don't make me encourage you to lie down by making your bottom sore, young LITTLE GIRL.” “Eep!” Katie quickly lay down on the van seat. Her pants were unbuttoned, and pulled down to her knees. When the wet diaper was pulled off her, she shivered because the car heat wasn't on. Katie jumped and exclaimed, “That wipe is cold!” While smirking and pulling up the pants on the dry diaper, Grandma said, “Sorry.” “I am not sure you are. I think you enjoyed that.” No reply was given for that statement. The girl was helped up and placed into the booster before being buckled in by her Grandma. The older lady tried to open the slider. “Oops. Child locks,” Grandma said before climbing into the driver's seat and opening that door. Katie watched her Grandma go back to the slider. The diapers, wet diaper, and supplies were grabbed before the slider was shut again. The youngest heard the hatch open and close. She then watched Grandma walk away for a bit before returning. As they were getting back on the road, Katie asked, “Grandma? Mom? Did you regress me, or was that just a temporary regression?” “Just a temporary one. You again have the freedom to pick your age.” “OK, Mom. How much longer?” “We are almost there. Keep yourself occupied. I have to pay attention to the signs.” Marlene Telgenhof was soon at the short-stay parking lot. As she opened the back door, she said, “You are seven, Princess.” Shrugging as she got out of the van, Katie replied, “OK, Grandma.” Katie’s hand was firmly held as they went towards the terminal. They headed to the arrival area. After glancing at the arrivals board, Grandma mentioned, “They apparently are fifteen minutes out.” Katie sat next to her Grandma and enjoyed the back rub she was getting. About twenty minutes later, Katie pointed out her Aunty Brianna to Grandma. The family greeted each other. “Hello, Aunty Brianna, Uncle Jim, Heidi, and of course, cutie pie Bobbie Jo,” Katie said while going up and giving Heidi and Bobbie Jo hugs. Aunty Brianna just shrugged and hugged her niece and mom, “Katie, can you hold your cousins’ hands and walk in front of us as we head to baggage claim?” Katie had to take smaller steps than her typical small steps because of one-year-old Bobbie Jo. The regressed girl heard bits and bobs as they walked. It sounded like the adults were discussing the three girls. Especially the oldest one. As the three girls walked along occasionally, they would hear, “Left girls” or “Right girls.” They waited at the baggage claim for about fifteen minutes. Katie and four-year-old Heidi sat on the floor entertaining Bobbie Jo. The oldest saw her uncle grab a few bags. She heard Aunty say, “That is all the luggage, but the car seats are missing.” Uncle Jim walked away and soon returned. “The helpful staff member says they will be in oversized luggage.” The girls were directed toward the oversized luggage area. Once the car seats were gathered, they headed out towards the car. Once at the van, the back hatch was popped open. “You got the wrong size diapers, Mom,” Aunty Brianna said, looking at the package of size six diapers in the back of the minivan. “Those won’t fit either Heidi or Bobbie Jo.” Katie blushed right up. Grandma explained, “Those aren’t for your girls. Some LITTLE GIRL needed a change on the way to the airport, and I had forgotten to grab the diaper bag. We had to stop and buy some supplies on the way here.” Uncle Jim was putting the car seats in the van at this time. Grandma instructed, “Jim put Heidi and Katie in the far back seat.” Once the chairs were in, the three girls were directed to get into the van. Heidi was strapped into her chair before Katie was allowed to sit on her booster. Soon, everyone was in the van. Grandma said, “Katie, you are no longer required to be seven.” “I understand, Mom.” The girl opened her activity bag and handed Heidi her animal coloring book and crayons. “Take care of those crayons, Heidi.” “Dank you,” Heidi looked at Katie. “You pretending be a little kid like me again, or you, Aunty Katie?” Katie examined the innocent face of her four-year-old niece. After thinking for a moment, “Would it be okay if I sometimes pretended to be a little girl like you? It’s hard being a grown-up when everyone thinks I’m a little girl.” Heidi smiled, “Everyone dinks me a baby two-year-old just because me smaller dan all de kids at Preschool, but me big four and HALF year old. Me like playing house wid Mommy, dough, and pretending be de baby. Me like cousin Katie. She’s more fun dan Aunty Katie. Cousin Katie plays wid me more.” “If you want to treat me like your cousin at all times, that is fine, but if you want me to be your Aunty, just call me Aunty Katie..” The four-year-old nodded before starting to color a picture of lions. Katie grabbed the third book in the Samantha series. About half an hour outside Clearwater, Mom said, “Brianna, call your father. Have him meet us at Texas Roadhouse in thirty minutes.” Once at the restaurant, they parked in the quite full parking lot. The girls in the backseat waited until Jim, in the middle seat, released Bobbie Jo. Katie unbuckled herself before releasing Heidi with permission. Katie again held her nieces’ hands as they headed into the restaurant. She headed to where her Father was sitting. Heidi greeted her Grandpa, who gave the little one a hug before picking up Bobbie Jo and placing her on his lap. “Did you register us, honey?” Mom asked. “About ten minutes ago,” George responded. “They quoted me twenty to thirty minutes for a table.” About ten minutes later, “George, party of seven.” Katie, who was still holding Heidi’s hand, walked up to the hostess with the rest of the family. Brianna had got to the host first. The host asked, “Three kids’ menus?” Brianna looked at her sister and got a slight nod. She answered, “Yes, and two high chairs, please.” The family followed the hostess to a table. She took two chairs away and mentioned she would be back in a moment with the high chairs. Katie sat down next to her sister. Heidi was lifted onto her Mommie’s lap as they waited for her seat. The host soon returned with the highchairs for Bobbie Jo and Heidi, “Enjoy your meal.” Katie looked at her children's menu, “Aunty, I will have the sirloin bites.” “With an iced tea, Princess?” “Please.” The regressed girl then turned to the activities on her menu. She smiled when a buttered garlic bun was placed in front of her. “Greetings, my name is Patty. What can I get you to drink?” Aunty smiled at the waitress, “I will have a Diet Coke. The princess on my left will have a lemonade. The angel on my right will have an iced tea.” “Sweet or unsweet?” “Unsweet, please.” The waitress continued around the table, taking drink orders. She then departed. Katie had basically tuned out the world but heard, “ ... has weekly counseling appointments … ” … “ … copy of the note … ” The little girl wasn't stupid. They were discussing her and her attack right in a public setting. During that discussion, she found herself getting a few hugs from her Aunty. This was, thankfully, interrupted when the waitress returned with the drinks. Katie took a sip from her lidded cup before returning to her activities. Since she was apparently the topic of discussion, it was better that she tuned the adults out. “Both of the girls next to me will have your Lil’ Dillo Bites with your green beans.” Katie made a face before asking, “Can I have another bun?” “You can share one with Heidi. You need room in this stomach for your meal.” Aunty was tickling her in the stomach while saying that. “Stop, Aunty!” “ … Heidi and I … ” … “ Heidi should … ” Katie was glad the discussion had turned to her cousin instead of herself. When the meals were done, Katie found her hands being cleaned by her Aunty. The family headed to the van, leaving Grandpa to deal with the bill. Once on the road, Brianna asked, “Katie, are you going to be switching ages at will?” “Maybe. Is that a problem, Sis?” “No. I just noticed that you are switching. You were seven at the airport. Nineteen on the road. And then seven in the restaurant, and you are apparently nineteen again.” “Since the attack, I have been finding it harder and harder to be nineteen, especially when out in public. I’m trying hard to be nineteen around you, at least in private settings, but it’s harder than I thought it would be.” “I really need to read that note, Sister,” Brianna commented as the minivan pulled into the Telgenhof driveway. “Don't ask me what it says. I have never read it, and I have no desire to ever read it.” The two girls were released to go into the house. Katie helped Heidi remove her coat. While the men dealt with the luggage, Mom said, “Brianna, you, Jim, and Bobbie Jo will be sleeping in the guest room, your old bedroom. Katie, I hope you don't mind, but Heidi is sleeping with you in your trundle bed.” When the first load of luggage entered the house, Brianna told her husband, “Jim, Heidi’s in with Katie, and set up the pack-and-play in my old bedroom, where we’ll be sleeping.” A nod was received to that statement. “I better put my stuff away then,” Katie started heading towards her bedroom. “Because there is no way either of us is sleeping in that bedroom how it is right now.” “I unpacked your stuff while you were at the airport, Princess.” “So, I won't find anything,” Katie said with her tongue out. “Joking aside, thank you, Papa.” “Papa?” “Daddie is taken, and I'd rather not call you Father or Dad when I am nineteen.” Katie got a pat on the head. She looked at the microwave and exclaimed, “Is it already past nine?” Katie got an affirmative answer to her question. She headed to her bedroom and searched for her footies in her dresser. She grabbed a diaper and powder from the changing bag in the corner. The short teenager stripped herself down to her diaper. She laid the dry diaper on her bed before removing her wet diaper and laying down on the dry diaper. The bedroom door opened, and Brianna walked in with Heidi. The older sister loudly exclaimed, “Kathleen Annabell Telgenhof, what are you doing, young lady?!?” Meekly, “Umm, diapering myself so I don't wet my bed at night.” Brianna sat down next to the short teenager. She picked up the legs of the little one and gave a couple of spankings. “You know you are not allowed to diaper yourself.” After the older sister had finished the diapering, the younger sister said, “Sorry. I felt silly asking for help since I am supposed to be nineteen this week.” After Katie sat up, Brianna said, “Let's get this binder off you. It will be more comfortable to sleep.” After Katie was helped into the footed jammies, Brianna instructed, “Why don't you watch TV with the rest of the family as I get Heidi ready?” Katie grabbed Jess and headed to the rest of the family. When she got there, her Mom asked, “What did you just get told off for, Katie?” “Diapering myself.” “I thought you were nineteen,” Uncle Jim stated. “Yes, but both ages wet the bed. I prefer to wake up in a dry bed.” “Why were you told off then?” “Not being able to diaper myself apparently includes when I am home from college. Seven-year-old isn't allowed to diaper herself. I am also not allowed to diaper myself at college.” The youngest daughter snuggled up to her Mother as the family watched America's Funniest Home Videos. Heidi soon joined them. When the show was over, Brianna directed the two girls to the bedroom. Katie was stripped of Jess before being tucked in the bed. Heidi was soon tucked into the trundle bed. Both girls were handed teddy bears. Brianna started, “Once upon a time, there lived a king with two daughters, Heidi and Katie, in a faraway kingdom. The King ruled … “ When the story was done, the parent tip-toed out of the room, turning off the light in the process.

Hi all. Was pretty active on here several years ago, but this is probably the first time back in something like 5 years. What can I say... 'life happens'. Anyway, just an AB that enjoys diapers and looking to make new friends, maybe reconnect with some old ones. See you all around the forums and chat.

I could not keep away for very long! Here's chapter 19. Things are certainly progressing for little Alicia. Hope you enjoy! --- The drive back to the house had been mostly in silence. After leaving the clinic they were too tired to talk. Emily had carried Alicia back to the car, trying to shield her the best she could from any onlookers. At home, she quickly unbuckled Alicia and covered her so that no nosy neighbors would start to ask questions. Inside they both collapsed on the couch, exhausted. Neither said anything for a while, both processing their heavy emotions. Eventually, Emily broke the silence. “I-I’ve been talking to my supervisor for some time now about reducing my hours, and maybe work from home a couple of days a week,” she said. Alicia looked at her mom. It wasn’t unusual for her mother to work sixty-seventy hours a week, sometimes even more. Perhaps one of the main reasons they started drifting apart. “I think we could manage it, financially, I mean. I’ve just been stubborn and thrown myself into my work for such a long time, it was one of the things I knew how to do. I thought that maybe we could spend some more time with each other, well, just normal stuff of course, no baby treatment,” she said, albeit sounding a bit sad. Alicia fidgeted for a bit as she pondered this new information. It took a lot of willpower, but she finally decided to be sincere. “Mom, I haven’t been completely honest with you,” she said and paused. “When we spent time together last week, I thought it was nice having you take care of me…and I believe you felt the same way. Even if some of the things were embarrassing, it wasn’t all that bad?” Emily looked curiously at her daughter, a glint of hope in her eyes. “What I’m trying to say is, I don’t mind it if we…keep doing it? Just for some of the stuff, I mean?” “Really? Are you sure, honey?” she sounded almost overjoyed by her daughter’s admission. Alicia nodded. “It’s strange but, it felt good? Relaxing? The cuddling was really nice, playing together was fun, erm even the bottle feeding was ok, I guess? It’s less what we did and just being close to you that mattered.” Emily leaned in and hugged her daughter gently. “We’ll do whatever you want, honey, in whatever capacity you like. Hearing you say all this, makes me so happy.” Alicia hugged her back, breathing in her mother’s scent. “On one condition though,” she said and pointed to her butt. “These diapers are the worst, and they have got to go!” Emily laughed out loud. “Yeah, we’ll burn them together when we get the chance.” Alicia grinned at prospect of tossing them into a big fire. “But…do you still want to wear the Stars diapers, Alicia?” her mother wondered. Alicia thought hard about that question. She wore them at work so she was already accustomed to their softness. She also couldn’t deny that they…made her feel more secure? In addition, wearing them seemed to make her mother happy, so perhaps they weren’t so bad? “I-I’m not sure, mom…maybe it would be fine for a while longer? Just at home though…,” she said demurely. “Of course, sweetie. I just want you to be comfortable,” she said. “Do you want me to put you in one now?” Alicia felt tense and exhausted at the same time, maybe wearing one for now could help take off the edge a bit, if it meant being tended to by her mother. “Y-yeah, I think that’s fine,” she finally agreed. Emily smiled and hugged her little girl, picking her up and heading to the bathroom. She tenderly cleaned her daughter more thoroughly now that they were home and safe, pulling out a thick Stars diaper and slid it under her daughter’s bum, making sure to put enough cream and powder to reduce chafing. Alicia sighed a little as she felt the diaper close on her. Her mother’s gentle touch made all the difference, and she started to feel that maybe this treatment wasn’t so bad after all. They cuddled together for a bit before returning to the living room. Still too exhausted to cook, they ordered some takeout Dim Sum and sat by the TV. Alicia nibbled on some dumplings, while covered with a grey blanket, concealing her diaper underneath. During their meal, she received a text from her manager. ‘Good afternoon, Alicia. Just notifying you that you have another wonderful day of excitement tomorrow at the studio between 10.00-15.00!’ Alicia sighed to herself and texted back. ‘Uhu, what kind of excitement are we talking about exactly? Seems to me that you’re enjoying letting me know the details very last minute?’ ‘I am shocked and appalled! came the reply. I’m merely providing a mysterious work environment, but if you have to know…’ Alicia smirked at Sofia’s antics. She couldn’t help but think that she’d be fun to hang out with, would the circumstances be different. ‘Yes I’d like to know what I’m getting myself into tomorrow.’ ‘Very well…there’s another collaboration, this time it’s First Bites which means there’ll be some samples for you to promote. You can check out some more details on our website if you’re interested. You’ll get a sizeable bonus if your performance’s good! “Of course,” Alicia sighed. She’d pretty much gotten desensitized at this point. ‘Alright, I’m counting on that big paycheck, see you tomorrow, Sofia.’ ‘Oh, before I forget, Pam and Claire will be there too, sorry.’ Shit…Alicia thought. She’d hoped she wouldn’t have had to work with the little brat so soon. No, that’s not fair, Claire’s just a child, don’t hold a grudge, Alicia. She repeated in her head. “Damn, I am so getting myself a new laptop soon,” Alicia said out loud, feeling the need to distract herself with some new games. “What’s this about a new laptop, sweetie?” her mother asked curiously. “Nothing, just mulling over what I should buy with my salary, mom,” she said. “Did you put anything in your savings account, honey?” Emily asked. “Yes, mom. I transferred like half of it a few days ago,” she said. “Good girl, proud of you!” Emily leaned in and kissed her on the head. “Stahp it,” Alicia blushed, but felt herself liking the attention. Alicia yawned as she finished her food, feeling the food coma hitting her. “Hmm, guess my little girl could use a nap, huh?” Emily said lovingly. Alicia didn’t want to admit it, but she was feeling quite tired. “Do you want to relax by the couch, Alicia, while we watch some more TV? I could…feed you a bottle…if you like?” Emily suggested, not wanting to sound too pushy. Alicia closed her eyes and smiled. “Only if you do that thing with my hair again.” It was almost an hypnotic sensation. Emily leapt up joyfully and started making a bottle with nutridrink, humming to herself. Meanwhile Alicia turned on the TV and buried herself into the couch with pillows and a blanket. Her mother arrived and positioned Alicia’s head on her lap and presented the nipple. Alicia saw how happy it made her and accepted the teat. The girl soon fell asleep to the rhythmic nursing of the bottle and her mother massaging her scalp. Alicia woke up about two hours later, feeling refreshed. She felt a familiar sensation in her bladder, but seeing as she was diapered, she let herself relax. It would be her mother’s job clean up either way. Her diaper swelled up a bit in the front, but the thickness easily contained her wetting. Yeah these are much better after all…she thought and patted the front of her diaper, feeling a bit amused as she admitted the fact. Alicia looked around for her mother, but she couldn’t see her anywhere. She found a note on the table. ‘Went out shopping, be back soon, lovebug!’ it said. Alicia sighed, she wasn’t uncomfortable per se, but the warmness of her diaper would soon fade. She decided to tough it out until her mom came back. Which turned out wasn’t too far away. Alicia watched some cartoons on TV for another twenty minutes, until she heard her mother’s voice from the foyer. “Alicia, I’m back! Come help me with the groceries, please.” Alicia turned off the TV and went over to the kitchen. She stopped when she saw familiar parcels in one of the bags. It was more diapers but these ones had various cartoon characters on the cover. Alicia raised an eyebrow at her mother. “You sure you haven’t lost your mind, mom?” Emily smirked. “Oh don’t knock till you try them, Alicia. See I was talking to Jenny—” “—the traitor, yes,” Alicia interrupted. She didn’t actually believe that, still, it hurt a little bit that Jenny and her mother conspired behind her back. “—and she recommended me a few options,” Emily continued. “While a few are traditional diapers, I thought it might be prudent to get you some you can just slide down, like underwear!” She gave her mother a deadpan look. “Just tell me you got me pull-ups, mom. No need for theatrics, I’ve already soaked this thing” she emphasized by pointing at her bulging rear. “And mommy promises to change you in a moment, sweetie, but with the pull-ups you wouldn’t have to fear having an accident to and from work. I thought that maybe it was a good idea?” “Well, I’d like it if you had discussed it with me first,” Alicia began, but changed her tune as soon as she saw her mother deflating, “but I appreciate that you’re looking out for me.” “I won’t force you to use them, sweetie, but consider it, okay? It must be a lot better than to worry about wet pants, yeah?” Emily said. “Yeah, yeah, I suppose I can’t argue with that, but it should only be temporary, okay? Just until I can get this situation under control.” “Of course, dear,” Emily smiled. “What about the other things though?” Alicia pulled out one of the packages from the bag, seeing her mother had also purchased several more powder bottles and tubes of diaper-cream. “Oh, um, these diapers were really cute?” Emily blushed. “You couldn’t have found some plain ones at the very least?” Alicia asked. “Honestly? None in your size I’m afraid, sweetie,” she said. “There were some white ones, but I figured you didn’t want to wear any with Sesame Street characters on them. These however,” she motioned to a parcel, “i think it might be more to your liking.” Alicia inspected the package that said ‘size 4 diapers, extra protection’, funnily enough, both the pull-ups and the tape-on diapers seemed to sport a few familiar superhero characters. The pull-ups were also size 4, but appeared thinner. The slogan was…interesting. ‘Superdrys! Power up for Playtime. Protection for Every Adventure!’ Heh, cute, Alicia thought. Her attention was then drawn to the biggest outlier in the kitchen. It was something that looked like a grey, foldable stand next to her mother. Alicia turned to her mother. “...You got me a changing table?” Alicia deadpanned. “Erm, yes? My back’s been kind of killing me changing your diapers on the floor of the bathroom. I figured it would be best for the both of us? We can just put it away if we have guests over?” she tried sounding convincing. “...You absolutely sure you haven’t lost your mind? Why not buy me a crib and a playpen while you’re at it?” Alicia huffed annoyed. “I-I’m sorry, sweetie, I’ll return it if it makes you uncomfortable,” her mother said, looking a little sad. Goddamnit, why does it have to be like this? I can’t open my mouth without being a jerk sometimes, she berated herself. “No, mom, it’s alright. I obviously don’t want you to be in pain. It’s just…it feels things are getting out of hand?” “I understand, honey, I’m sorry for not filling you in. I’ll try to be better next time,” Emily admitted. “It’s fine, mom. As long I can refuse when I don’t feel like it, I don’t mind you making some decisions here and there,” Alicia admitted. “Thank you honey, I just want what is best for you,” Emily smiled. “I know…now, why don’t we take this bad boy for a spin?” She patted the changing table and smirked. “I think I’m getting a rash.” Emily laughed and grabbed the changing table and scooped up her daughter, giving her a big smooch on the cheek. “Let’s get my soggy, little girl into a fresh diaper.” She affectionately nuzzled Alicia’s nose. Alicia rolled her eyes but smiled, taking in her mother’s floral scent. Soon she was laid upon her new changing table in the bathroom, as her mother un-taped her diaper, cleaned re-powdered and re-diapered her little tush. Emily had chosen one of the new diapers for Alicia, which weren’t as thick as the Stars diapers but certainly weren’t discreet. One of the few perks was that it featured ‘Starfire’ from Teen Titans, which made the girl giggle again. It seemed like the package contained several of her favorite superheroes. They were probably still too conspicuous if she were to go out, but for relaxing at home they were not the worst. “So, what does my little superhero want with the rest of her day?” “...Garthok needs to wipe out the hobgoblins that invaded Greenest last time?” Alicia asked, feeling the urge to roll some dice. “Ohoho,” Emily laughed villainously. “I think you’ll find that these hobgoblins are more than what you can handle, little half-orc.” “Bring. It. On.” Alicia smirked. The afternoon progressed into evening as Alicia and Emily rolled dice against each other. Emily changed Alicia into another superhero diaper before bedtime. As Alicia got tucked into bed, her mother held out the pink pacifier expectantly. “You’re really leaned into this quickly, mom,” Alicia said. “I know sweetheart, but it’s like…I feel more complete taking care of you like this. I think I missed having my little girl around.” “As long as we’re agreed that it won’t be a permanent thing,” Alicia said and accepted the pacifier, nursing it gently in her mouth. “Of course, honey. Let’s just enjoy things for now,” her mother cooed. “That pacifier looks so cute on you, honey.” “Ah gwues—” she took out the pacifier. “I guess you would know since you bought it for me, mom,” Alicia said. “What? I didn’t buy that one, sweetie. You did,” she said confused. “Excuse me?” Alicia said just as confused. “I think I’d remember such a thing, you know, since I’d never do that?” “Well it was in your bag with the blouse and skirt, honey. I figured that maybe you were curious or something,” Emily said. With the blouse and skirt…wait! Alicia frowned. Sofia! “Something wrong, sweetie?” her mother asked concerned. “Nothing, mom. Just thinking how to get away with murder is all,” Alicia smirked evilly. “Well, I think my little murder-machine needs her rest,” Emily plopped back the pacifier in Alicia’s mouth before she could close it, “and does it really matter how you got it in the end?” Alicia frowned as the pacifier bobbed up and down in her mouth. It did alleviate some of her murderous intent, for now. “Ah gwuess naht,” she said and yawned. “Nite, mom.” Oh, but she would get her revenge on Sofia, soon enough. “Sweet dreams, lovebug,” Emily replied before turning off the lights. As Emily saw her little girl snuggle up to her pillow and close her eyes, an idea popped into her head. She climbed up to the small attic and ruffled around in a box long forgotten. --- On wednesday morning, Alicia was gently shaken awake. “Morning mommy’s little angel,” she heard her mother say. “Mawning, mom,” Alicia said, feeling refreshed. “All dry this morning? What a big girl,” she cooed. Alicia took out her pacifier and rolled her eyes, but felt her bladder twitch slightly. She thought about holding it and just use the bathroom, but she was so comfortable under her covers she decided to just let go. Alicia closed her eyes and relaxed, feeling a small stream release into her diaper. Some of the cartoon characters started to fade at the bottom. “Ahh,” she sighed, feeling the warmth spread around her crotch. “Oh, no potty for my big girl then?” Emily teased. Alicia raised an eyebrow. “You wanted this, you better work for it, mom.” “Pretty sure it’s a mutual thing, sweetie, but I’m glad you seem more relaxed,” she said. Alicia hadn’t thought about it too much, but yeah, she did feel more calm than usual. Her earlier aversions of wetting her diapers seemed have receded into the back of her mind. “Just a good night’s rest, mom,” she said, admitting to nothing. “Alright, sweetie, whatever you say. Let’s get you changed and dressed for the day, unless you need to make a poopy too?” “M-mom, no!” Alicia said embarrassed. Peeing in her diapers were one thing, but she probably wouldn’t ever get used to pushing into her pampers. “Just checking, let’s get you in a fresh diaper, baby girl,” she cooed. Honestly…“Pull-ups, mom. I have work today,” she said. She might as well go along with the idea of wearing them on the way to work, as she didn’t want a repeat of her earlier potty power-walking. Her mother nodded and lifted her up. Alicia sighed, sounding annoyed, but secretly, she had started enjoying being carried in her mother’s arms at home. It made her feel safe and loved. Emily un-taped the wet diaper and ran a bath for Alicia. She massaged her with a loofah and soon Alicia smelled wonderfully of lavender and chamomile. Alicia relaxed as her every nook and cranny were carefully washed. It was like having a mini-spa session. In the background, the washing machine were humming and something orangey that Alicia couldn’t make out span around inside. After drying her off, Emily handed Alicia a superhero pull-up. Alicia almost got a bit ecstatic when she saw Raven on the cover. She slipped it on easily, just like a pair of underwear and inspected it. Hmm a little thicker than those awful, generic ones…comfier too. Alicia let her mother pick out her outfit for the day. It was a pair of cargo pants and a common grey T-shirt. Alicia had opted out of wearing bras for a time now, there was little point in doing so to and from work. The few she had were custom-made and mostly used as an ‘enhancer’ to emphasize her adulthood. They never worked. She slipped on the cargo pants over her pull-ups, fastened the belt and put on the T-shirt. Alicia inspected herself for any kind of bulge, but satisfied that she found none. Emily took the time to carefully brush out the knots in Alicia’s hair, and it looked nice and glossy when she was done. At breakfast, Alicia decided to feed herself, feeling she needed at least some form of foundation to preserve her maturity. “How long’s the photo-shoot today, Alicia?” “About five hours, mom. I’ll be back a little after three pm.” “Sounds good, sweetie. Mommy’s wrapping up some washing before heading out, but I will probably be home earlier today if I can,” she said. “You’re actually thinking of working less? Now I know the world is upside down,” Alicia grinned. “Yes, honey, like I told you yesterday, I’ll be working from home a couple of times a week too. So if you don’t have any modeling those days, I’ll have plenty of time to care for you as well, lovebug.” She pinched Alicia’s cheek. “Mom, honestly…you’re just as bad as Mrs. Brooks,” Alicia said. “Oh that reminds me,” Emily said. “You have to return your book, sweetie.” Crap…Alicia had forgotten that little fact. “I don’t think it’s due yet, but you shouldn’t put it off if you’ve finished it. If you leave now you should have plenty of time and still make it to work,” Emily said. Alicia sighed. “I guess.” She finished her breakfast, fetched her library card and the book, and started heading out, but then she noticed her old Fjällräven backpack she used to bring to highschool. It looked stuffed with something. “Oh, yeah I figured you could use a bag to carry some of your stuff, just in case,” Emily said. Alicia cocked and eyebrow and looked inside. It had been filled with extra pull-ups, wipes, baby powder, plastic bags and a tube of diaper-cream. She also found a lunchbox and a water bottle. “Mommy can’t always be there to change you if you’re out adventuring, and the pull-ups are easy enough to throw away if you have an accident or two,” she said earnestly. “Mooom! What did I tell you about communication?” she huffed. Emily shrugged and took a sip of her tea. “You don’t have to take it with you, Alicia. I just thought you’d appreciate being able to change yourself if you have to. Better to have it and not need it, right?” Alicia grumbled. Her mother had already concluded that Alicia would wet herself in the future, and it didn’t sit right with her. She couldn’t deny that it had some sense to it however. “Fine!” She said annoyed, zipping up the backpack and putting it on. “And thanks for packing me a lunch!” she added politely. “Good girl, you’re welcome,” Emily smiled. “Alright, I’m leaving now,” Alicia said, hoping to get away before something else embarrassing came her way. “Bye, sweetie I love you!” “...love you too, mom,” Alicia said demurely as she hauled her backpack full of supplies, her library card and the borrowed book. Alicia tried acting normal, feeling quite self-conscious, adjusting her waistband and tugging at her shirt, hoping no one inspected her closely as she hurried over to the library to return ‘Pawn of Prophecy’. If she had to deal with Mrs. Brooks, she might as well borrow ‘Queen of Sorcery’ while she was there. When she arrived at the doors, she took a deep breath and summoned her strength before heading in. Alicia scanned the library for the old woman. She wasn’t at her desk at the moment, so Alicia went over to grab the second installment in the Belgariad. The she noticed Mrs. Brookes reshelving some previously returned books in a nearby section. Alicia approached and cleared her throat. “Excuse me.” The old librarian stopped and looked around, unsure if she heard something. “Excuse me!” Alicia tried again, raising her voice. “Oh, goodness me,” Mrs. Brooks exclaimed. “Hello there, sweetness. Didn’t see you there, but you musn’t yell in the library,” she admonished. Alicia groaned inwardly. “Sorry Mrs. Brooks. I’m just here to return and borrow a new book, please.” She put on her most polite voice and showed the librarian her card. Mrs. Brooks looked it over and nodded. “Of course, love, follow me.” They went over to counter where Mrs. Brooks scanned the book and made sure everything was in order before handing Alicia the new one. Alicia sighed with relief, all in all, it had been relatively painless, both for her ego and cheeks. “Hope you’ll like it, princess,” Mrs. Brooks smiled. Alicia stopped and stared at the elderly lady. “Oh by the way, if you have time someday, we organize reading events a few times a month for the children. I’m sure they’d love if you came back and read for them, Alicia,” Mrs. Brooks said. Alicia felt fear crawling on her back, her hairs on the back of her neck standing at attention, chilling her to the core. She started backing away in a cold sweat, holding the book tightly. “Hmm, something wrong sweetness?” The librarian appeared clueless of her effect on Alicia. Alicia turned and ran out from the library and she didn’t stop running until she felt out of breath. She was about half-way to the agency when she slowed down and stopped for air. She silently cursed her fate, because of course Mrs. Brooks had recognized her on that day of the photo shoot. The old biddy was much sharper than Alicia gave her credit. It just goes to show that you can’t judge a book by its cover. Well…shit, I suppose that’s the last time I can go there. Guess I’ll just keep this book forever now. Alicia thought as she regained her stamina. She pulled out her phone to look at the time. She was still on time for work, not that it was a big consolation. Alicia decided to suck it up for now and headed over to the agency. Alicia saw Sofia standing in her office, seemingly wrapping up some documents. She was wearing white collared blouse and a pair of black slack. Barbara was typing away at her keyboard as usual. Alicia put her backpack down on the floor and stretched, feeling her earlier exertion. Then all of a sudden, she was airborne. “Oh my gosh, I caught myself a cutiepie!” A young voice from behind her cheered as she felt a pair of arms around her waist, hoisting her up. “W-what!” Alicia exclaimed, struggling in the grasp of the stranger. The sudden scare sprinked a few droplets into her Pull-up. “Put me down!” “Oh, oopsie, sorry cutie. I just can’t help it sometimes,” the woman said and let Alicia down back on the floor. “There you go, kiddo.” She patted Alicia’s head. Alicia frowned as she turned around, ready to stand up for herself. The woman looked to be early twenties, medium height, fair white skin and long, wavy blond hair. She wore a floral long skirt and a white T-shirt, and a pair of black-brimmed glasses adorned her smiling face. “Just what is your deal?” Alicia asked perturbed. “Do you usually grab people and toss em in the air?” “Only if they are really cute! Hi, I’m Nora. What’s your name?” Is she insane? Alicia wondered, glaring at the girl. “Oh, right I bet your mommy told you not to talk to strangers, stupid Nora,” she bonked her head and berated herself. Yup, she’s a nutcase alright… “Well, that’s ok because we won’t be strangers for very long! I’ll be working her a few times a week starting today! I’m sure we’ll be the best of friends! Where is your mommy by the way, I should introduce myself.” Alicia started choking on her own spit. She was going to have to endure this bubbly, rude woman in her work space? She heard some chuckling and turned towards the receptionist counter, Barbara was trying not to laugh. “Thanks again for recommending me this job, auntie!” Nora said cheerily. Oh no…what did I do to deserve this? Sofia arrived at the scene. “Ah, Alicia I see that you’ve met Nora. She’ll be helping us out part-time here at the agency. She’s a trained set stylist.” “Whatever you need, Ms. Sofia. I’ll be there to help!” the bubbly girl exclaimed. “Just Sofia will be fine,” she said. “Wait, did you say her name was Alicia? Auntie isn’t that the same name of the other girl my age working here?” Barbara cleared her throat, looking over to the short girl. “Well, Alicia is two years younger than you, but yeah.” “Haha, that’s funny auntie,” she said smiling, not believing a word and leaned down to Alicia’s level to seemingly gush at her. Alicia had to keep her at arm's length as she got too close to her face. “Please don’t get up in my personal space, you’re making me uncomfortable,” she said with massive restraint. She figured there was no good way of decking the girl with her auntie and Sofia watching. Nora cocked her head like a confused puppy, then she gasped, gears turning in her head. “Oh my god. You’re not actually a child?!” “I’m not? Hadn’t noticed,” Alicia deadpanned and held out her hand. “Alicia Eriksson” Nora blushed at her error in judgment, but shook it. “Elenora Owens,” she mumbled, “but i just go by Nora…oh gosh, I’m so sorry…” “Maybe you’ll think twice about touching strangers without their consent? You shouldn’t do that to children either by the way,” Alicia chided. Sofia raised an eyebrow. “Is there a problem already? You haven’t even been acquainted for five minutes!” Nora looked away embarrassed. “I’m so, so sorry. My other part-time is at Tiny Sprouts Academy, and I play with the children all the time…I guess it was an automatic response?” “I’m sure Nora meant nothing bad by it, Alicia,” Barbara intervened. “Can you forgive her emotional outburst?” Alicia knew that there was something in Barbara’s words that pertained back on her. So this is karma… “Of course, Barbara. I’d be remiss if I didn’t let one little thing slide now, would I? Assuming it won’t happen again…” She turned to Nora. “Right?” Nora nodded vigorously, looking like she already got over her embarrassment. “Absolutely, I will only pick you up with your consent!” “That’s not…nevermind,” Alicia sighed. “Sofia, I would like to get ready now.” “Sure thing, Alicia. Let’s get you dressed,” she smiled. “Oh and one more thing,” Alicia turned back to Nora. “Whatever happens at the photo shoot stays at the photo shoot, got it?” “I’ve already gone over the contract with her, Alicia. Nora is aware of the consequences,” Sofia assured. “My lips are sealed!” She said and clapped her hands, mimicking a seal. “Right…anyway, let’s get ready before Pamela and Claire shows up,” Alicia said and grabbed her backpack, having almost forgotten due to the lively conversation. She stuffed the backpack in her locker before heading over to the famous Chamber of Deceit. Inside she started undressing, and as she took off her cargo pants, she attracted her managers’ attention. “When did you start wearing Pull-ups?” Sofia asked as she inspected the superhero training pants. “I thought your ‘treatment’ was over by now?” Alicia blushed. “I don’t want to talk about it…” Sofia shrugged and Alicia climbed up on the changing table. Sofia took out the usual Stars diaper and powder and proceeded to slide it under Alicia’s raised bum. Its familiar softness caressed her smooth skin and hugged her nicely as it was taped up. Sofia tossed the slightly used pull-up in the trashcan before dressing Alicia. Then Alicia remembered something, her revenge. She took a moment when Sofia was caught off guard…and pinched her arm. “Ow! What was that for?” she asked. “Pink pacifier, really?” Alicia deadpanned. “Do you need professional help?” Sofia annoyance turned quickly into deflection. “I-i don’t know what you’re talk—ow!” “Once more for good luck.” Alicia had pinched her again. “I should sue you for harassment, you know?” “Hmph, you can’t prove a thing, Your Highness,” she huffed, clearly not buying Alicia’s bluff. “It’s ‘Your Majesty’ and I bet I could make any court believe me if I turned on the waterworks,” Alicia grinned. “Seriously though, no more secret surprise gifts, okay?” Sofia looked appalled. “Please forgive this lowly servant woman for her egregious error, my lady, for I know not what’ve I done,” she said theatrically. “But fair, only semi-secret gifts from now on.” Alicia exhaled, but smirked. “Honestly…you’re the worst.” “...Did you like it though?” Sofia grinned. “In your dreams!” Alicia blushed, knowing full well the comfort it brought her. “Not hearing a no…” Sofia teased. “Let’s just focus on the task at hand, peasant. You’re forgetting your station,” Alicia slapped her hand on the table. She had gotten into this roleplaying, only because it made her feel a little better being dressed of course. “Why of course, Your Royal Majesty,” she said and held out two outfits. “The pink or the blue shortall?” Alicia chose the midnight blue shortall with stars and a white shirt to go with it, the pink one had ducks on it and she was a bit tired of animals. “So, new girl, huh?” “Yeah, new directives from the higher ups We’re to spice up the sets and Nora was available on short notice. I think you’ll find she did a good job.” “I’m sure I’ll be blown away,” Alicia said, not really caring about the decorations of the set. They finished just in time as Pamela and Claire went through the hall, with a gushing Nora talking to the toddler. Out in the studio, Alicia was a little surprised to see how different it looked. The studio had been made to look like a homely kitchen, complete with a counter, a table, chairs and of course a baby highchair with a tray. There was even a fridge and a microwave plugged into the corner. Although the strangest thing was the gorgeous brunette that was currently talking to Michelle. She seemed to be in her thirties, and wore pair of well-fitted jeans and a light cardigan. Then Alicia noticed the video camera in the room. “Um, Sofia. What are we doing again?” she asked, feeling anxious. “Hmm? It’s a collaboration with First Bites. Didn’t I send you the details?” “Yeah, but what’s with the video camera and the woman?” she whispered. “We’re shooting a promotional video, Alicia. Heather’s a paid actor that will play the part of the mother,” Sofia said candidly. Alicia felt the words sink into her. Another knot in her stomach started to form as she unwillingly released a tiny bit of urine in her thick diaper.

Ah, but if Ian won, does it necessarily follow that Babs lost?

I almost always shower after a messy diaper. It makes clean-up 9,000x easier in my opinion. Afterwards, I'll generally take a wet wipe and wipe myself as well, but that's more of a showering "quality assurance" measure. My skin down there is relatively durable, so I don't get rashes often - if I do it's usually up front anyways. But at the same time, I always use some barrier cream like A&D or the store brand of Desitin. Helps protect the skin. Edit: I forgot to mention - having a shower head with a detachable hand sprayer makes cleaning up in the shower even easier. Highly recommended!

Saw this on FB. And my first thought was "I remember watching Bugs Bunny wearing a diaper when I was six years old, and I didn't grow up to become... Oh wait I did. Oh well." I still haven't dropped an anvil on anyone or gotten lost in Albuquerque.

Added Covid shots today. Protected as best we can.

No thanks, i still have my own immune system from refusing the last.

In our penultimate chapter, all four friends must face their biggest challenge yet. The Public Punishment Room. ---------------------------------------------- CHAPTER TEN The door opened and Jade found herself face to face with another familiar blonde. Samantha was strapped in a stroller in the same yellow onesie and skirt that she had on before. Her hands and feet were still locked away and bound to the stroller and a pacifier gag was planted firmly in her mouth. Jade had already seen Samantha up close…probably too close…during her time visiting the nursery, but Madison and Gabriele had only seen her from across the cafeteria. As the three girls entered the hallway they were all reunited again. Nanny Olivia pulled Miss Rachel aside to whisper something and the four girls had a minute to catch up without adult supervision. “Samantha…holy shit. What did they do to you? Are you ok?” Their formerly fearless leader rolled her eyes and struggled in her bonds, before holding up her encased hand as far as she could towards Madison with a determined look. “What? You want me to untie you?” Samantha rolled her eyes again and nodded while holding up her hand. Madison looked at Jade and inched over toward the stroller. Jade grabbed her by the arm but Madison was determined to prove her bravery and dominance and pushed her away. She held Samantha’s gloved hand and turned it over looking for a way to release it before looking up and down the hallway. “I…can’t. I’m sorry.” Samantha mumbled loudly through her pacifier and glared at Madison before turning to Gabrielle, who just put her head down. Jade spoke up first. “We’ve already been through this, Samantha. We can’t just bust you out and, even if we did, there’s nowhere we could run. They won’t let us out of here until they’re done with us and we’ll all just end up in diapers with you.” She looked at the other two who both looked at the ground before looking back to Samantha. “I’m sorry. We’re almost done though. Just hang in there for a few more hours and then we can put this place in our rearview mirrors.” Samantha screamed into her pacifier and started to flail in her bonds. She had been through enough today at the hands of these demented strangers but now even her own friends wouldn’t help her out. Fuck that. “Ughhh!!!!!” Nanny Olivia was first to the scene. “Oh Daisy, is someone being a fussy baby again? Hmmm….we just changed your messy diaper after lunch so you should be clean, but let’s check.” Jade, Madison, and Gabriele stared wide-eyed at the knowledge that Samantha had apparently shit herself and been cleaned as their frustrated friend fought through a diaper check. “Nope, still clean and dry. We checked your temperature again during that diaper change so we know you aren’t sick. You ate six jars of baby food and had a bottle at lunchtime, so you aren’t hungry or thirsty. Oh, I know…” Nanny Olivia reached into her bag and walked back to Samantha. “Is this what you wanted? Is this why you were so fussy?” Samantha continued to groan and roll her eyes as her stuffed duck was placed in her lap. With her hands and legs still bound she couldn’t even throw it off so she was forced into an adorable mandatory snuggle with her plush friend. “There we go. Someone just needed to see her friend Waddles again. Okay, let’s get moving!” Jade looked at her friends and felt like she was walking down the yellow brick road towards the emerald city to meet the wizard. Madison could certainly use a heart and she wished that Samantha would use her brain. She was trying to muster all the courage she could and…well, I guess that left Gabrielle to be Toto, the trusted loyal companion. But really, they all just wanted to go home. She hadn’t been told much about where they were going or what to expect. She knew that one of the Ps stood for punishment and wasn’t looking forward to that part. After a crazy couple of hours to start the day, she had mostly been a good girl and avoided further punishment. She reached back to feel her butt, glad to be back in panties, even if they did have ruffles and unicorns on them. As they rounded a corner, she came face to face with Nurse Ashley who seemed to be in a rush. “Oh, Jade! I was just coming to see you.” Ashley made eye contact with Rachel and Olivia before falling to the back of the pack with Jade as they continued to make their way to PPR. “Hey, girl…how are you holding up?” Jade pulled out her pacifier tentatively as she leaned in. “Umm…good. Where are we going? What are they going to do to us in there?” Ashley pulled Jade in close as she gave her a quick rundown. “So, this is the Public Punishment Room, remember? It’s where Samantha got turned into little Daisy over there.” Jade’s eyes grew wide and Ashley chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry. They won’t do that to you. This is just a chance for the townspeople to see justice at work so they keep supporting The Academy. It’s mostly for show. They’ll ask you a few questions, like your favorite page out of your little book there. Then you’ll get a short spanking, most likely by hand. This is nothing like what you went through this morning and you are nothing like you were this morning. You still need to see the Judge later, but your behavior in PPR goes a long way towards him deciding to let you go.” The stunned bartender could only nod in response as Ashley put her pacifier back into place and they came to a stop. “Okay, girls. Normally we go into PPR one at a time but since you all know each other we’re all going in together as a little treat. I need you to be good. We’re going to show them what we learned today.” The door opened and they entered a mostly empty room. There was a sturdy wooden chair in the center of the room and not much else. It was clear that there were to be no distractions in this room. They would be on full display and the reluctant stars of whatever show happened here. At the front of the room was a giant viewing window, taking up most of the wall. She looked out at the crowd of a few dozen seated people and even more standing in the back. Ashley turned to Rachel and whispered. “Standing room only, wow! Looks like this little group is quite popular.” Jade, Madison, and Gabriele were made to hold hands and walk towards the center of the room. Jade looked to either side of her at her two friends. Gabriele looked like she was already on the verge of tears and even the normally stoic Madison looked like she was ready to break. They came to a stop a few feet from the glass and watched as Samantha was rolled next to them, still struggling and fighting. Miss Rachel stepped forward to address the crowd. “I’m sure that you remember our offenders from earlier this morning. Each of them were caught speeding as well as some DUIs, resisting arrest, and a few other things that we have all seen too many times in our town.” Jade watched Miss Rachel pace back and forth as she gave her speech anxiously awaiting what would come next. “What we didn’t know was that these four girls were all friends, heading up to a concert together this weekend. Each of them thought that they could break our laws and that it would not matter. That we would not matter. But the town of Red Hills knows how to set delinquent girls on the right path!” Miss Rachel really knows how to play to a crowd. This is starting to sound like a church service.. “It never ceases to amaze me what difference a few hours can make. Some well spanked bottoms, a little public humiliation, and a change of outfits and you can see four very different…and hopefully very sorry girls before you.” Nurse Ashley crossed in front of them as Miss Rachel took her place to the side. “First, we have Jade Rowland.” A TV screen on the side wall came to life and showed Jade dressed in all black and struggling in her handcuffs as she was marched down to the front of the courtroom and her wrists and ankles were cuffed to the stand. There was no sound but the tension and anger was palpable as she watched herself yell at the Judge and roll her eyes before the inevitable happened. Jade felt Gabriele squeeze her hand as she watched her pants get lowered and the Bailiff begin paddling her. She watched her bottom turn red and her eyes start to fill with tears before the video ended with her being carted off with Nurse Ashley. “Many times, a quick paddling is enough to set these troublemakers on the right path. But, not Jade. When I took her to my office, I had to give her the full package. She continued to fight for most of her first hour with me until she met my friend who helped to set her straight. Do you remember my friend’s name, Jade?” Jade looked down before glancing back at Nurse Ashley who raised her eyebrows, pleading for Jade to speak and letting her know that this was a compulsory and not rhetorical question. Jade looked down at her pacifier and then over to Nurse Ashley who walked over to free her lips. “Good girl, Jade. See? She’s learning! Now, who helped you to learn to be a good girl today, Jade?” “You did, Nurse Ashley.” Ashley laughed. “Of course, but who did I bring in to help?” “Miss Rachel.” They shared a look before Ashley tried again, starting to feel like a prosecutor. “Who did you meet while I had your bare little bottom over my lap this morning Jade?” “...oh…ummm….misterbrushy…” “Please speak up so they can hear you.” “Mr. Brushy!” Jade dropped her friend’s hands and pulled her hands to cover her mouth, surprised at how loudly she could debase herself with that confession. “Oh yes. Mr. Brushy is very effective. After you spoke with Mr. Brushy a few times, we were finally able to get you dressed and you’ve been a good girl since then. Why is that?” Jade realized there was no point in lying, or being sarcastic, or mumbling. She decided to simply tell the truth. “Because I didn’t want to end up in diapers.” Samantha glared at her and continued her futile struggle. “Oh, we’ll get to you soon enough, Daisy… yes, diapers, and even the threat of diapers can be a very motivating tool. But you did spend most of your day in pull-ups, right Jade?” Jade blushed. “Yes, Nurse Ashley.” “And what are you wearing now? Lift up your dress for us, just like Miss Rachel showed you during your panty inspections.” Jade complied and tried to pick a point on the wall above the crowd’s heads where she could stare out into the abyss as the dress slowly rose to her chest to reveal her belly and her light purple panties. There was an audible “Awwww” from the crowd as they basked in her humiliation and cuteness. “Awww, those are very cute Jade. I’m glad to see that you finally made your way into them. Miss Rachel brought your Potty Chart and it looks like you were a very good girl this afternoon for her. Two smiley face stickers and no accidents. Let’s give her a hand!” Jade wished that the earth would swallow her alive as she was applauded for not pissing herself while she displayed her childish panties to the crowd. “Miss Rachel, can you make sure little Jade is clean and dry before she goes over my lap?” Jade watched with dread as Miss Rachel crossed the room and proceeded to cup the front of her panties before pulling back the waistband in the front and back and declaring her clean and ready. Nurse Ashley walked to the wooden chair in the center of the room and had a seat before beckoning over Jade to join her. She pulled Jade directly in front of her, blocking the crowd, as she moved her hands to the waistband of Jade’s panties and whispered, “We’re almost done. You’re doing so well. Just hang in there a little longer, ok?” Jade nodded and felt the cool air on her bare skin as her panties were dropped to her ankles. Ashley let the moment linger before helping Jade over her lap and rubbing her bottom. The rubs turned into light taps before moving towards sharp spanks. The belittled bartender wasn’t sure if she was just getting used to this, if her butt was numb from her earlier spankings, or if Ashley was simply going easy on her but she wasn’t going to complain. She remained a good girl and laid across Nurse Ashley’s lap without struggle for the duration of her short spanking. A few minutes after her ordeal began, she stood in front of Nurse Ashley who tucked the front and back of her dress into the top and replaced her pacifier before walking her back to her friends and turning her around to show her red bottom to the crowd. Her hands were placed onto her head and Nurse Ashley winked at her as she did her final check. “Good girl.” Madison was next and went through a similar routine. While Jade would have preferred to not have her bare ass presented to the viewing window, she did appreciate not having to look at the crowd anymore. Even if it did mean watching her friend’s get their naked butts spanked like hers. Jade was surprised to see that the fight had also left Madison. She was compliant and obedient as she went through the process of having her panties checked and exposing herself before her spanking. She either had a lower pain tolerance or Miss Rachel had a heavier hand as she did cry out and wipe away a few tears before she was allowed to stand and found herself next to Jade, two red little bottoms on display. “Gabby, it’s your turn. Come here.” Miss Rachel paused while Gabriele cautiously walked over. “Gabby started out like the rest. You saw her court video a moment ago with Maddie. But little Gabby here is such a shy, obedient little thing. I’m afraid she had an accident before we came over. Lift up your dress, please Gabby.” Gabby was broken and had rethought her life choices long before this moment. She wasn’t really a badass like the rest of them. They just accepted her and she went along with it. She was faking it and took any opportunity to just be part of the group. But, as she looked over at Madison and Jade in their cute little dresses and red bottoms, she wondered if maybe they were all just faking it too. She obediently raised her dress but looked directly down at her little green shoes and frilly ankle socks as she revealed her pull-up to the room. Gabriele looked up in surprise at the sounds as she thought that someone must have just brought a cute puppy into the room from the sound of all of the “Awwwwww”s from the crowd before blushing and realizing that she was the cute one. Miss Rachel checked her and found her to be just slightly damp. The two shared a knowing look and Gabby pleaded with her eyes before Miss Rachel turned to face the crowd and announced that she was dry and ready for her spanking. As she faced Miss Rachel to have her slightly soggy pull-ups lowered Gabby whispered a thank you to her kind preschool teacher who only smiled and winked at her as she let the padded panties fall to her ankles before helping her over her lap. After only a few light spanks, Gabby was already beginning to sniffle. As the rhythm and intensity of the spanking increased, so did her tears until she was crying loudly and lay limp over Miss Rachel’s lap. It hadn’t even been that hard of a spanking, but Gabby felt cathartic and just let it all out as Miss Rachel rubbed her bottom and shushed her. Gabby stood to her feet and embraced Miss Rachel in a tight hug before her dress was also raised and she was placed bottoms-up next to her two friends. The three girls stood with their hands on their heads and their reddened bottoms on display to the crowd as they heard Samantha’s stroller rolled to the middle of the room. None of them could see her but they could hear the struggling and cursing underneath her pacifier gag. “Sometimes it is clear that we have gotten our message across, like with Gabby here. But sometimes…every now and then…we get a really stubborn girl like their friend Daisy.” Nanny Olivia reached down to grip the angry girl’s chin in her hand before turning to the screen. The girls looked up to see the video of Samantha being dragged into the courtroom and kicking the Bailiff in the shin. Jade smirked at that one. I wish I would have gotten a good shot at that asshole too. The volume was turned up on the video and they watched as Samantha was shackled to the stand like the rest of them but didn’t even give the Judge a chance to get a word in. They all watched in shock as Samantha yelled and cursed and threatened to destroy the judge and the town. Jade knew that Samantha came from money, but she never flaunted it over them. She tried to reconcile that with the princess attitude she saw on the screen as the girl that she used to look up to tried to invoke the power of her powerful father and unleash him on the crowd. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but my daddy will burn this whole place to the ground for me. No one treats me like this. We will sue every single one of you assholes and will make sure that YOU never get to sit on your precious little throne up there again…your honor. Fuck you.” Madison and Gabriele also stared at the screen in confusion. This spoiled little princess is who they followed for the last year? They watched as The Judge continued to bang his gavel before shouting something and watching as Ashley was dragged from the courtroom before the screen flashed and it showed her in this very room shackled to two posts with her arms and legs spread out. A quick glance around the room confirmed that they must have brought that in just for her. The trio of girls continued to suck on their pacifiers as they watched their friend get paddled, stripped, shaved, and diapered, never once relenting or stopping her struggle. Jade risked a glance and looked back at Samantha. How could someone go through all of that…and more…and remain unchanged? Nanny Olivia crossed the room to kneel in front of Samantha’s stroller. Jade leaned in slightly and could just make out her whispered pleading. “Samantha, I’ll cut straight to it.” Samantha looked at her Nanny with surprise, as it was the first time that she was called by her real name. “They need to see a humbled and contrite girl, like your friends.” She nodded towards Jade who tried to pretend like she wasn’t listening intently. “If you can answer a few simple questions and take a light spanking over my lap like the rest of them, I can talk to the Judge and get you out of here in a few hours. Let me help you.” She made eye contact with the bound blonde and softened her gaze. “Can you be a good girl and stay quiet for me if I remove your pacifier? I’ll keep the questions simple, and try to keep your responses to one word answers. Say the word and we can move on, okay?” Samantha stared straight ahead, back to her normal defiant self as Nanny Olivia sighed and reached behind her head to remove the pacifier gag. Pacifier finally removed, Samantha moved her aching jaw back and forth. She remained quiet and resolute. So far so good. “Daisy here has had quite the day and I think is ready to show us. Can you tell us the name of your stuffed duck?” Jade watched as her friend continued to stare straight ahead. Come on, just say it.. The blonde turned her head to look at the woman who had taken care of her all day, pigtails bouncing across her face, and opened her mouth to speak. “My name is Samantha…BITCH.” The crowd began to murmur and grumble as it was rare to see this kind of defiance after a day in The Academy. Nanny Olivia sighed and walked back to kneel in front of Samantha and looked down at the uncooperative girl. “Last chance, please let me help you…just say ‘Waddles’ and we can get on with it. You can go home.” She turned to the crowd. “Technical difficulties…let’s try that again.” The Nanny decided to throw the disgruntled girl a bone and used her real name and made it as simple as possible. “Samantha, can you tell us the name of the stuffed duck on your lap?” Jade watched her friend glare at the crowd and then to Nanny Olivia before she bowed her head. Come on.. Come on…. Waddles. Just say waddles… The entire room watched in stunned silence as Waddles flew across the room and bounced on the ground, Samantha finally smiling as the stuffed duck left the grip of her teeth and her head raised to meet the shocked crowd. “Fuck ALL of you for this stupid shit!” She turned her adorable glare at Nanny Olivia again. “Especially YOU. You aren’t here to help me. You DID this to me. And when my daddy hears about this, you will be in for a world of trouble… you…mmmph!” Samantha continued to rant behind her pacifier gag as Nanny Olivia patiently held it in place. As Samantha met her eyes, she did not see the look of anxious fear that normally happened when she invoked her father’s name. People were supposed to fear her because of who her daddy was. That is how it had worked for more than 25 years. That was how it was supposed to be working now. Nanny Olivia calmly met her gaze until she stopped screaming and then broke into a small smile as she leaned in to whisper. “I spoke with your father before we came into the room…Sam Prowess.” Samantha’s eyes grew wide and she was suddenly calm and quiet, the anxious fear that she wanted to see in her nanny’s eyes, now reflected in her own. “Are you named after him? It looks like the apple fell FAR from the tree with you.” “It seems that Mr. Prowess is a man of considerable means and it sounds like he has spent a lot of money keeping you out of trouble over the years. He attempted that here too, of course. When you were in your teens and flunking out of multiple colleges it was something he could just chalk up to youthful indiscretions but your act is wearing pretty pretty thin in your mid-twenties. When we explained to him what we do here and your actions and attitude ... .well, let’s just say we came to an understanding.” Nanny Olivia studied the bewildered blonde, wondering if she had forgotten how to blink. “We were both willing to let things go if you could show that you had learned your lesson. But, well…that wasn’t the case here, was it?” “I’ll need to talk to the Judge, of course, but your father and I agreed that if you didn’t show improvement and remorse that we should extend your stay with us through the weekend to see if we can’t improve your attitude. And he is willing to pay us handsomely to ensure that this will be the last time that he has to bail your cute little bottom out of trouble. Who knows? Keep it up and we may be able to name a whole wing of the building after you.” Samantha shook her head in quiet disbelief as Nanny Olivia continued. “No one is coming to save you and the help that you thought you were getting wants you here. With me. For the next 48 hours.” With those final words, she reached around to attach the pacifier gag to the stunned girl and gave her a wink as she stood up to address the crowd. “I’m afraid that our little show is over for today, ladies and gentlemen. But we have some good news! Little Daisy here is going to be spending the weekend with us, so you will get to see her again. Can you wave bye-bye, Daisy?” Nanny Olivia bent down to grab the discarded duck and placed it back into Samantha’s lap. “Sorry folks, guess she isn’t quite ready to wave yet. But I promise you that she will be a very sorry and very obedient girl before she leaves us.” Jade watched as her friend was turned in her stroller to face them, Samantha’s eyes wet with fresh tears and a sad look of resignation on her face. Jade offered a kind smile as she watched her friend wheeled out of the room and stole a glance at Madison and Gabrielle before turning to look straight ahead again. Miss Rachel looked at the three red bottoms in front of her as the crowd exited through the back of the viewing room. Each girl still had her cute little panties (or pull-ups, in Gabby’s case) around their ankles and hands planted firmly on their heads, nestled around bunchy pigtails and ribbons. The preschool teacher crossed to the front and saw three repentant and well-behaved girls, sucking on pacifiers, and unsure of whether to look at her or look straight ahead. “Come on, girls. Let’s get these cute little bottoms back to class.”

Nuke it from orbit 🤣 Failing that, use a shower (heck, use a pressure washer if you have one). I have a shower with a handheld nozzle which is pretty useful. I find that trying to use wipes with a soiled adult nappy (especially one you may have been sitting or laying in) to be a bit like deploying Kleenex tissues against "Apocalypse Now". When you are done, put on another nappy. If you've been in a loaded nappy for any time, I find that your skin can absorb poop odour and this is harmlessly transferred back into a nappy instead of your underwear. Consider it a "cool down" nappy. Use antibacterial additive to any relevant laundry.

Cindy is only getting started. She and Mel are going to bring the house down. First, there's the kegger at the Deltas. And Cindy definitely needs to have a night on the town with her many Sisters. And guess who is going to be sitting behind the visiting team at an upcoming basketball game?

Chapter 22: After breakfast, Jacob's heart sank as Mrs. Williams handed his parents the diaper bag, loaded with extra diapers, wipes, and everything else he’d need for the day. His parents stood there, looking entirely unphased, as though this was the most natural thing in the world. “Here’s his diaper bag,” Mrs. Williams said with a smile, handing it over to Jacob’s mother. “He’ll need a change around lunch, and don’t forget to check him after he’s had something to drink. And if he misbehaves, don’t hesitate to give him a little reminder. Spankings have been really helpful in dealing with Jacob's behavior.” She said, leaving no room for misinterpreting what "reminder" meant. Mrs. Matthews took the bag without hesitation, slinging it over her shoulder. “Thank you, Mrs. Williams. We’ll make sure he behaves,” she said, giving Jacob a pointed look. Jacob stood there, feeling utterly humiliated. He was 18 years old, but here he was, about to spend the entire day with his parents while they treated him like a toddler. He couldn’t even look at them as Mrs. Williams pulled him in for a quick, firm hug. “Now, Jacob,” Mrs. Williams said softly, her tone sweet but firm, “I expect you to be on your best behavior for your parents today. If I hear you’ve caused any trouble, there will be consequences when you get home. Understood?” Jacob nodded, his face flushed with embarrassment. “Yes, Mrs. Williams,” he mumbled. “Good boy,” she said, giving him a quick pat on his padded bottom. Then, with a bright smile, she waved his parents off. “Have a lovely day!” Jacob followed his parents out the door, feeling like a child being taken on an outing. His mother held his hand as they walked, and his father carried the diaper bag over his shoulder as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Jacob could feel the bulk of his diaper under his shorts with every step, and he was hyper-aware of how it crinkled with each movement. The day started off with a trip to the local park. Jacob walked in silence, feeling the stares of people as they passed by. He wasn’t sure if they could tell he was wearing a diaper, but every rustle and shift in his step made him feel exposed. Once they arrived at the park, his parents found a bench, and his mother gestured for him to sit down with them. “Let’s take a break,” she said sweetly, patting the spot next to her. Jacob hesitated, feeling the thick padding of his diaper pressing against him as he sat down. His parents talked casually, as if everything was normal, but Jacob felt tense and uncomfortable. He shifted in his seat, trying to ignore the sensation of the diaper pressing against him. After a while, his mother looked over at him with concern. “Jacob, honey, have you wet your diaper?” she asked, her tone gentle but firm. Jacob’s face turned crimson. “No, Mom,” he mumbled, feeling humiliated at the question. His mother exchanged a glance with his father before standing up. “Come on, let’s check just to be sure.” Jacob’s heart raced. “No, Mom, I’m fine, really!” he protested, but his mother was already reaching for the waistband of his shorts. “Jacob, don’t make a fuss,” she said firmly. “You know the rules.” In public, in broad daylight, she tugged his shorts down just enough to check his diaper. Jacob stood there, mortified, as his mother felt the padding. After a moment, she nodded, satisfied. “You’re dry for now, but we’ll check again after lunch,” she said calmly, pulling his shorts back up. Jacob sat back down, fuming with embarrassment but too afraid to argue. The day dragged on with similar incidents—his parents constantly checking his behavior, reminding him to be polite and well-mannered, and always keeping an eye on his diaper. At lunch, they took him to a family-friendly restaurant. As they sat down, his father set the diaper bag on the seat next to him, clearly prepared for anything. Jacob sat quietly, trying not to draw any attention to himself. But when Jacob started to fidget, pushing his food around on his plate and muttering under his breath, his mother quickly took notice. “Jacob, sit still and eat your lunch,” she said firmly. “I’m not hungry,” Jacob mumbled, still picking at his food. His father looked up from his meal. “Jacob, you’ve been told to behave today. Now eat your food, or there will be consequences.” Jacob rolled his eyes, feeling the frustration bubbling up inside him. “I’m not a little kid!” he snapped. His mother’s eyes narrowed. “That’s enough, Jacob,” she said, her tone sharp. “If you don’t stop misbehaving right now, you're going to be punished.” Jacob glared down at his plate, refusing to eat. His parents exchanged a glance before his mother stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet. “We warned you, Jacob,” she said sternly. “You’re getting a spanking.” Jacob’s eyes went wide with shock. “What? Here? No—please!” But his mother didn’t listen. She pulled him toward the family restroom at the back of the restaurant, dragging him along as he tried to resist. His father followed, holding the diaper bag with a grim expression. Inside the restroom, his mother sat down on the toilet and pulled Jacob across her lap. She tugged his shorts down, exposing his thick diaper. Without hesitation, she began spanking him, her hand landing firmly on the back of the diaper with a series of sharp, stinging swats. “You will learn to behave,” she said as she spanked him, her voice calm but firm. “You will eat your lunch, and you will follow the rules, just like Mrs. Williams expects you to.” Jacob squirmed and whimpered, tears stinging his eyes as the spanking continued. The humiliation of being spanked in public was almost worse than the punishment itself. When it was over, his mother pulled his shorts back up and stood him on his feet. His face was red, and his bottom stung from the spanking, but the worst part was the overwhelming shame that filled him. “Now,” his father said, handing him a tissue to wipe his eyes, “are you ready to behave?” Jacob nodded quickly, too mortified to argue anymore. “Good,” his mother said, taking his hand and leading him back to the table. “Now let’s finish our lunch, and then we’ll go get you changed.” Jacob sat quietly, eating his food without another word, the crinkle of his diaper reminding him with every movement that he was completely at their mercy. And as the day wore on, he realized that no matter how old he was, they weren’t going to treat him any differently as long as Mrs. Williams had a say in it. Chapter 23: The next morning, Jacob stirred in his sleep as he felt Mrs. Williams lifting the blanket to check his diaper, something he had grown used to by now, though it never got less humiliating. “Jacob, sweetie, time to wake up,” Mrs. Williams said softly as her hand pressed against his diaper, feeling the thick padding. She gave it a little pat. “Wet again. We’ll need to change you soon.” Jacob mumbled something incoherent, still groggy, but he suddenly felt uncomfortable. There was something off—he felt warm, almost too warm. Mrs. Williams frowned as she touched his forehead. “Jacob, you’re burning up,” she said, her voice laced with concern. She placed her hand on his cheek, then his neck, checking for any signs of a fever. “Oh dear, I think you might be coming down with something.” Jacob’s eyes fluttered open, his body heavy with the weight of exhaustion. “I’m fine,” he muttered, trying to turn away from her, but Mrs. Williams wouldn’t have any of it. “I want to check your temperature just to be sure, honey,” she said firmly, already reaching for the thermometer and vaseline from the shelf above Jacob's changing table. “Lie down on your tummy for me.” Jacob sighed, knowing there was no arguing with her. He rolled over onto his stomach, his diaper crinkling as he moved. He could feel the heat radiating from his skin, and even though he didn’t want to admit it, he felt weak and achy. Mrs. Williams pulled down the back of his diaper, exposing him, and gently inserted the thermometer into his bottom. Jacob squirmed in discomfort, but he stayed still, feeling helpless as she monitored him. A minute later, the thermometer beeped, and Mrs. Williams pulled it out, checking the reading. “Oh dear, 101 degrees. Definitely a fever,” she said, shaking her head with worry. “I’m going to make you an appointment with Dr. Stevens today. We’ll get you checked out, alright?” Jacob groaned but nodded, too tired to protest. Mrs. Williams quickly cleaned him up and put him in a fresh diaper, dressing him in a simple pair of shorts and a t-shirt. “I want you to rest until we leave, okay?” she said, tucking him back under the blanket. “I’ll call the doctor and get everything arranged.” Later that morning, Mrs. Williams drove Jacob to the doctor’s office. He sat quietly in the passenger seat, feeling like a child as she fussed over him. The diaper, as always, felt bulky and uncomfortable beneath his clothes, and his head was throbbing slightly from the fever. When they arrived at Dr. Stevens’ office, Mrs. Williams led him inside, holding his hand as if he were still a small boy. The receptionist gave them a friendly smile, clearly recognizing Mrs. Williams from previous visits. “Jacob’s here for a check-up,” Mrs. Williams said. “He’s been running a fever since this morning.” The receptionist nodded and handed her a clipboard of forms to fill out. Jacob sat beside her in the waiting room, his eyes half-closed, feeling utterly drained. He couldn’t believe this was his life now—being taken to the doctor like a child, sitting there in a thick diaper with Mrs. Williams watching over his every move. When they were finally called back to the exam room, Dr. Stevens greeted them warmly. He was an older man, with kind eyes and a gentle demeanor, but Jacob still felt uneasy under his scrutiny. “So, Jacob,” Dr. Stevens said as he looked over the chart, “Mrs. Williams tells me you’ve been running a fever. Any other symptoms? Sore throat, cough?” Jacob shook his head weakly. “Just tired,” he mumbled. Dr. Stevens nodded thoughtfully, then gestured for Jacob to sit on the exam table. “Let’s take a look at you,” he said, slipping on his stethoscope. Jacob sat still as the doctor examined him, listening to his breathing and checking his throat. Mrs. Williams stood nearby, watching closely, her face filled with concern. When Dr. Stevens asked Jacob to lie down so he could feel his abdomen, Mrs. Williams didn’t hesitate to help, adjusting Jacob’s clothes and diaper to make it easier for the doctor to examine him. “Well,” Dr. Stevens said after a thorough check-up, “it looks like Jacob has a viral infection, nothing too serious, but we’ll need to manage the fever. Lots of rest, fluids, and keep an eye on him, Mrs. Williams.” Mrs. Williams nodded gratefully. “I’ll make sure he’s well taken care of, Doctor.” Dr. Stevens smiled, then looked over at Jacob. “Make sure to listen to Mrs. Williams and follow her instructions, Jacob. Can you be a good boy?” Jacob nodded, though he couldn’t help feeling like a little kid all over again. As they left the office, Mrs. Williams held his hand tightly, reassuring him. “Don’t worry, Jacob, I’ll take good care of you at home,” she said. “We’ll get you feeling better in no time.”

THE PIG STY “I'm in redneck heaven,” Slasher moaned. “Canadian bacon on the pizza … Mountain Dew in the frig ...” “Don't forget the Dr. Pepper,” Jackknife went on. “Truly, ZAP is an oasis in the desert. We've never had it so good!” “Amen, Sister!” Geri contentedly patted her tummy. "Homemade chili … homemade cornbread … real butter instead of that plastic crap … Paradise!” “Best cook on the Row,” Joyce sighed. “It's no wonder our GPA sucks. Who wants to study after downing a feast fit for a queen?” Joyce was trying to get close to Geri, figuring that the farsighted nerd was a virgin and therefore vulnerable. Losing Heather Douglas to PISS had put a real cramp in Joyce's lifestyle. Heather had gone both ways, and she had perfected her oral technique on the floor between Joyce's thighs, in the shadows of the stairwell leading up to the attic, and in toilet stalls all over campus. Joyce was making do with Lullaby's diapers, rubbing the rough fabric against her clit in admittedly satisfying ways, but she was on the prowl for a new partner nonetheless. It was only a matter of time before she figured out how to defeat the lock that imprisoned her lady parts, and she would willingly share the secret-- but she expected to be richly rewarded in return. “So what gives with Cindy,” Geri wanted to know. “She was running up and down the hallway like a maniac.” “She's trying to organize a breakout,” Jackknife laughed. “Hasn't had a drink since last Saturday night, and she's desperate. She wants to rescue Dad from the evil clutches of the cops holding court in The Pig Sty … or something like that. Any excuse to sneak out of the house in search of booze. Anyway, Tippi figures that their best chance is when everyone comes down for snacks at ten ...” “Only problem is that, while they all have wheels, none of them have much in the way of money! But Jackie and I are rolling in dough,” Slasher gleefully pointed out, “only we're eighteen, don't have fake ID's, and will get the boot when we're carded. So the deal is that we'll pay, but we each get a bottle of this tequila stuff that Dad's drinking.” “Come back to the car empty handed,” Jackknife smugly continued, “and even if it's your own, you can plan on walking home. A deal is a deal, after all.” “Tequila's bad news,” Joyce ventured. “I mean, seriously, that stuff will put hair on your chest. I had a few shots over at the Gamma house, and I ended up doing the Monster Mash-- by myself. I mean, I was seriously wasted. You should stick to beer.” “You can't buy Molson in this burg,” Jackknife sneered. “So far, we're making do with Seagram's Seven Crown. Which reminds me: we gotta get Mom to stock up on Seven Up. On the road? When we win, it's party time.” “Seven and Seven all around,” Slasher confided. “Coach, he does like his whiskey!” “You planning on bringing bottles into the house,” Joyce wanted to know. “Don't have anyplace else to stash it,” Jackknife conceded, “so that's the plan.” “Bad, bad idea. Our Mom's patient, and she pretends not to see a lot of what goes on around here, but when she says no alcohol or drugs in the house, she means it. You do this and you get caught, you're out of here like shit through a goose.” “Ouch! We're getting close to exams, and if I don't have something to take the edge off, I panic. We have to keep our grades up … and I mean way, way up … or we lose our scholarships, and it's back to Moose Jaw we go. Do you have any idea how stiff the competition is to get a job at Tim Horton's?” Even thinking about being exiled to Moose Jaw sent a shiver down Jackie's spine. “Not a problem,” Joyce soothed. “Just because we don't bring booze into the house doesn't mean we don't keep it on the property.” Slasher perked up when she realized that the Seniors once again had the answer to her problems. “Okay,” she urged; “give!” “The cars, of course,” Joyce shrugged nonchalantly. “This isn't Winnipeg. As cold as it gets here, it still never gets cold enough to freeze hard liquor. Ah, but you'd be amazed how often we all have to go out back and fire up the engines to keep the battery from dying, the radiator freezing … take your pick.” “Except some of us don't have cars,” Geri lamented. “Also not a problem,” Joyce oh, so casually observed as she patted Geri's knee. “Abigail and I are both losing our roomies, and Abby wants Tom to team with her because she's also doing International Relations. I really, really need help with chemistry, so I'd like you to move in with me. I'll give you my spare key, and you can stick your stash in my trunk. What do you drink anyway?” “Vodka,” Geri said, her expression brightening. “But only Polish or Russian … nothing less than eighty proof! Two or three shots, and I'm blitzed!” “Good to know,” Joyce smiled as her hand slid higher and patted the inside of Geri's thigh. She was idly glancing at Geri's boobs, which were seeking an escape from her tight fitting sweater. Nursing on big tits was Joyce's idea of foreplay, and poor, sex starved Geri Galbraith would just love the attention, especially if Joyce could get her into one of the heavily padded, locking bras on the shelf at her favorite sex shop in the northern suburbs. A Saturday outing with Kimberly was already in the planning stage, and Joyce salivated at the prospect of turning the naive nerd into a DD or even DDD cup, which would drive certain girls in certain houses up and down the street mad with jealousy. “So, it's time,” she sighed, setting out the bait. “Time for what?” Geri had swallowed it-- but how well was she hooked? “For a diaper change. Poor Mom; she and Wendy are drowning in pee and poop. They need help. Maybe the three of you should volunteer-- especially you, Geri, because you mentioned that you and Tom change each other. Both of you know the drill.” “I'm willing,” Geri admitted. “I mean, it's not really a big deal … the pissy ones, I mean. But I'm not keen on changing the poopy ones.” “Let's leave those to Mom,” Joyce softly laughed. “But if we're going to be roommates, it would be super convenient if you would change me. After all,” she shrugged, “one wet diaper is pretty much the same as the next.” “I can do that,” Geri conceded. “And I'll tell Tom that it would be a good idea for her to start changing Abby … the pissy diapers, I mean. Not the messy ones.” “Then, let's collect the two of them and go see Mom. Jackie? Slasher? You guys coming?” “Nah, we'll pass,” Jackie replied. “We're still trying to figure how to lay out the track so that we can get the casino up and running. You think that Mom is as down on gambling as she is on alcohol?” “Count on it. Gambling might not get you thrown out of the house, at least the first time you get caught, but a second offense would probably get the job done. And think about your scholarships. Rumor has it that the NCAA takes a dim view of college athletes betting on anything. You get caught, and your whole program could end up on probation.” “Bummer,” Slasher cursed. “We need the money!” “What you need is a bookie,” Geri admonished; “haven't you ever heard of off-track betting?” The blank look on Jackknife and Slasher's faces was eloquence itself. “You run the races here,” Geri explained, “but you get someone in a frat house to handle the money. He gets a small percentage of the pot-- what's called 'the juice'-- and you collect your take from him. Since no money ever changes hands in this house, you're good.” “Cool! So, all we need is to team up with some frat boy? COOL!!!” . . . . “Now what,” Bernice muttered to herself as the doorbell rang. She had been hoofing it up and downstairs, dragging bags of wet and dirty hospital diapers down to the basement, running them through the washers and dryers, and then hauling them back upstairs when they were clean and dry. The warm and fluffy diapers, she had to admit, felt good to the touch. When she opened the door, she found two young men waiting on the veranda. Gloved hands shoved deep inside the pockets of their heavy winter coats, they were both stomping their feet in an effort to keep warm. “Yes,” she said impatiently. She was not in the mood to receive visitors in the dead of night. “Uh … Missus Miller. Uh … hi … I'm … uh, Mikey, and this is Tommy. We're … uh … we're Pledges at the Delta House. Dominic … er … our house Dad? He … uh … he wants us to talk with you about the … uh … diapers that you're using. The ones from the hospital?” Mike was stammering so badly that Bernice had a hard time following what he was trying to say, but the word “diaper” came through loud and clear. It was obvious from the way he was blushing that he was a bed wetter, if not fully incontinent. Sighing, she invited them to step inside. Once they removed their coats, she would discreetly check for the telltale bulge of a diaper inside their pants. “I'm rather busy,” she curtly replied as she led them into her office. There were several neatly folded stacks of the diapers in question atop her desk. She tapped one of the piles while studying the two boys. Neither appeared to be wearing a diaper, which somewhat disappointed her. “Would it be accurate to say that Mister DePasto sent you over because you're bed wetters, and you need better … how shall I put this? 'Protection' at night?” “Uh … yes, Ma'am; that's right.” Both boys were blushing, their cheeks taking on an adorably rosy hue. “Well, these are the diapers in question. What are you currently wearing to bed?" “Um … baby diapers, Ma'am. Two … like … are pinned on, with four more folded up inside … uh … laid out lengthwise. A pad … a pad, like eight layers thick.” Mikey was blushing furiously. “Baby diapers,” Bernice scoffed. “But you're not babies. Are you at least wearing rubber or vinyl pants with your diapers?” “Yes, Ma'am; and we both have rubber sheets on our beds. But we … um … uh … leak.” “I see. So Dominic thinks that the hospital issue-- what my girls have nicknamed 'Godzilla diapers'-- might be more appropriate. Well, I tend to agree. Do you poop in them as well?” “No, Ma'am!” Tommie was shocked, and spoke up for the first time. “WE'RE NOT BABIES,” he cried. “Excuse me, Missus Miller.” Joyce had softly knocked, but she had overhead Tommie's denial, and she couldn't resist opening the door and peeking inside. She vaguely recognized one of the boys, but couldn't remember where she had seen him. “I'm sorry to interrupt,” she said, “but I just wanted you to know that Tom is moving in with Abby, and Geri with me. Um, we were wondering whether you would like to put Tom and Geri in charge of changing us.” “Hi,” she said to the two guys, still not sure where she had seen the one she recognized. “Joyce, this is Tommie and Mikey … Pledges at the Delta house.” “Mikey?” Geri kicked the door open, and stepped inside, Abby and Tom hard on her heels. ”Hi, Geri.” Mikey's cheeks instantly went from rosy to crimson, his humiliation now complete. Standing there with his fingers caressing the bulky diaper, he felt like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “You, too? I mean, you guys also wet the bed?” “Uh huh.” Caught red-handed, Mikey figured that he might as well confess. “Wow! Small world,” Geri grinned. “Me too,” she added. “That's why Tom and I have moved into The Diaper House. No one laughs at us here. So, what do you think of our new diapers? Aren't they swell?” “I take it that the two of you know one another,” Bernice prompted. “Mike and I have a couple of chemistry classes together,” Geri agreed, “and we shared a couple of beers at the Delta's toga party. That was fun … great music!” “Yeah,” Mike agreed as he began visibly to relax. “The band was great-- and you're right. These diapers look like just what Tommie and I both need. If we're not tying up the washing machines, maybe the Seniors will stop beating us up.” “How, may I ask, did the two of you end up at Delta?” Bernice couldn't see Dominic DePasto admitting bed wetters without putting up a fuss. “We're both Legacies,” Tommie explained. “But even so, I think we only got in because they need the dues. All the other houses we rushed kind of kicked us out the door.” “I see. Well, here's what I propose. I will loan each of you a pair of these diapers, but only if you agree to run them through your washer and dryer, and have them in my hands come Saturday morning. If need be, you can bring them over and do the laundry here, although I may draft you to help out. I've been dragging these diapers up and down the stairs all night long! I'm tired!” “That sounds great, Missus Miller … I mean, helping out. We'd be glad to pitch in.” “Tom and I want to help, too,” Geri interrupted. “Wendy gave us the idea. We'll change our roommates, and a couple of the other girls as well. The three of us can take care of nine of our Sisters … well, maybe not the poopy ones, though.” Bernice laughed, and helplessly shook her head. “Tell me, Geri; when you have a baby of your own, who is going to change the poopy diapers?” “My husband, of course! Men love to get their hands dirty!” Geri cast a shy glance in Mike's direction, hoping that he would come to her support. Mikey was shuffling his feet, busily studying the floor-- and keeping his mouth shut. Bernice thought that he looked like an adorable toddler. “Right,” she said as she peeled four diapers off one of the stacks. “Off the two of you go.” She ushered Tommie and Mikey out the door. “And I'll get the keys to Abby and Joyce's covers,” she said when she reentered the office, “but I'm going to inspect your handiwork. No cloth peeking out of their baby pants,” she warned Geri. “Make sure everything is ship shape, and be quick about it; I want their keys back in my hands in ten minutes or less!” "Yes, Ma'am,” Geri agreed. “Abby and Joyce will both be bedding down in the Lullaby diaper, and when we change them in the morning, their diapers can go straight into the pail. We'll have a routine in place in no time!” Geri was thinking about Mikey, and how cute he would look in his diaper and baby pants. She could see herself patting his diapered crotch while he nursed on her boobs, and who knows where that might lead! Joyce was thinking about Geri, and how easy it would be to seduce her. She would start slow, changing her diaper, rubbing baby oil into the folds of her skin, just grazing her clitoris, testing her reactions. Then she would use her tongue, teaching her cute little nerd how her body would respond to a touch here and a touch there. When they had gained Mom's trust, she would gradually take more time to have Geri change her-- enough time for Geri to begin using her tongue as her education progressed to the Graduate level. And if she wanted Mikey, who was just an overgrown baby, she would help her to land him. After all, they were Sisters. . . . . It was a few minutes after ten; the girls had been champing at the bit upstairs while Bernice set out the snacks and soft drinks in the dining room. The nightly ritual allowed the ones who had missed dinner because they were camping out in the library or taking a night class to catch up on the day's events. Gossip fueled the gathering as much as the bowls of chips and trays of sandwiches garnished with celery and carrot sticks. Bernice waited until everyone had come downstairs and grabbed something to eat and drink, and then coughed loudly enough to get the room's attention. “We have a few things to talk about,” she began, “starting with your diapers. FYI, while you have all been upstairs hitting the books ...” A few snickers greeted this outrageous statement … “I have been hauling your hospital diapers downstairs and running them through the machines. It turns out that the washers can only handle six at a time, so a max of twenty-four in one rotation. Worse yet, they are so thick that even on hot the dryers need an extra thirty minutes beyond the normal cycle. Since each of you will only be working at the hospital twice a week, the problem is obvious: five days out of seven, changing and laundering these monsters would be our responsibility. So, we need to keep you in Lullaby's diapers, which are being picked up and dropped off daily. We'll give hospital diapers to our six bed wetters, and making due allowance for their schedules, each of them will be responsible for doing diaper laundry once a week. If we get more bed wetters fleeing the dorms or the other houses-- and right now we have room for twenty-five more-- they will also have first claim on the hospital issue, and first claim on the washers and dryers. See how it's going to go?” “Wait a second,” Tippi objected. “I thought that the diaper service was going to buy the hospital brand, giving those of us who want to wear these thicker diapers all the time the ability to do so.” “Correct, but I think we have to keep the two groups separate-- and our half dozen bed wetters won't generate enough business to make it worth while for Lullaby to set up accounts for them. So, I plan to reach out to the hospital, and see if I can buy the diapers they need from our contingency fund.” “And where does that leave the rest of us,” Melanie wondered. “Right where we started … giving your business to Lullaby so that the gangster will continue to favor us with pizza.” That earned Bernice a round of laughter. “It's damned good pizza,” Kimberly declared. “And as weird as it might seem, I would prefer to wear the hospital issue all day long. These rags from Lullaby are so thin that we'd have to change after every wetting. I figure that two of the Godzilla diapers would get me through the day.” “What about pooping,” Bernice pressed. “Once a day, every day, twenty minutes after breakfast,” Kimberly responded. “So, I'm planning on wearing this crap from Lullaby overnight, change here at the house after I poop ...” “Lucky me,” Bernice moaned theatrically, which sparked another round of laughter. “... and then change my Godzilla diaper when I get back to the house in the afternoon, or at the end of my shift at the hospital.” “Thank you, Kimberly. That's very well thought out.” Bernice looked around the room, trying to make eye contact with as many of the girls as possible. “I'll say it again: I need each of you to make a plan like Kimberly's … a plan that's based upon your own body's unique habits. But for all of you, I think that Kimberly has the right idea: wear the Lullaby diaper at night if you are not a bed wetter because it will be easier to sleep if you don't have all that bulk between your legs. Figure out your preferences for when you're awake, and we'll come up with an order for Lullaby that reflects your individual wants and needs. Sound like a plan?” There was a general murmur of approval, and just as importantly, no outright objections. “Tip and I are with Kim,” Cindy called out. "We want to wear the Godzilla diaper full time 'cause it makes our asses look hot!” “And it also means a trip to the Galleria for a whole new wardrobe,” Linda snickered. “Way to go, guys. You've found a brand, new way to turn lemons into lemonade!” “It's called Improv,” Cindy shot back. “I learned all about it in one of my Theater Arts classes.” She scooped a handful of chips into her mouth, and began munching contentedly. “Next item on the agenda,” Bernice announced when the back and forth quieted down. “I just got off the phone with Suzie Marshall a few minutes ago. She assures me that she's put the fear of God into the Dean, so there will be no letter to National giving a blow by blow description of your criminal behavior. And thanks to Wendy's quick thinking, we can survive the loss of eleven of our number, so our charter is safe for another year.” The room erupted in cheers, while Janis Marsden patted her new roomie on the back and gave her a heartfelt hug. “She also assured me,” Bernice continued, “that your new Dad will be cross appointed to either Poli Sci or International Relations on Monday latest, which will mean a substantial increase in salary. He deserves it!” The girls jumped to their feet, whistling and clapping. This was the best news yet. Bernice waited for the uproar to subside, and then encouraged her charges to take their seats. “Which brings me to what Suzie and I both expect is going to happen tomorrow. When you get together with your friends in the other houses, and with your classmates, you are going to be pressed to tell everything you know about Secret Agent Man. However you put it, keep making the point that your Dad does not work for the CIA … he never has. Keep pushing the truth-- that he does favors for friends who do work at the Agency, and that they do favors for him … and for us … in return. Jackknife? Slasher? The two of you are a case in point. Ian's closest friends are Elaine and Donnie Freeman; their two youngest are Ian's goddaughters. They are both Princeton graduates, and Elaine is on both the local and national Kappa boards. Suzie spoke to Elaine, both before and after Donnie had a quiet chat with our university president … Elaine spoke with your house mom … and here you are.” “So now we have both the Mafia and the CIA looking after us and our new Dad,” Cindy cried. “Is this totally cool, or what?” More whistling and clapping erupted all around the room. “We need to send somebody to the bar to help Dad,” Janis said when the room quieted once more. “Julia Canon will take care of him,” Bernice answered. “It's all been arranged.” “And it won't work. Missus Canon has to get her husband home, so there won't be room in her car for everybody. Amos has his truck, but he won't be able to drive, so we have to get him home.” “Amos? Oh, yes; the fourth member of your Dad's team.” “Amos Waring. He's an orderly who works mostly in the ER. He's another vet, and he needs help. That's what this is all about, Missus Miller. The shelters are full of homeless vets, and Dad's trying to build a program at the hospital to support them. He's starting with Amos' friends down on Lake Street … trying to get Doctor Stevenson and Doctor Robinson to reach out to them. The police in the Third Precinct have been doing what they can, but it's not enough.” “My mom always says that the police can keep the lid on, but they don't have the training to treat what they're seeing,” Tippi thoughtfully added. “In the old days, the ones that didn't get treatment somewhere ended up in an institution. Now, they rotate between a park bench and a shelter.” “And look what happened when Doctor Stevenson sat down with Dad, and heard the whole story. She vomited all over herself! No one in that department knows how to do this. They need help too!” “And what can we do to help, Janis? What can this house do?” Bernice marveled at what she was seeing. Janis had come out of her shell, and was growing up right before her eyes. “At the hospital, I do a lot of ordinary stuff like helping patients get out of their beds to walk up and down the corridor, changing sheets and pillowcases … just ordinary stuff. But I also sit with patients, hold their hands and chat with them. It's hard, you know? They're scared but trying to be brave, and more than anything, they're lonely. Sure, family come around for an hour or two in the evening, but most of the time they're by themselves. It's amazing how just having somebody sit and talk with them for a while can cheer them up. Maybe that's how we can help … just being there to hold their hands, talk with them … just … just give them a sense that somebody cares. Right now, I don't think anybody does.” “Janis, do you want the house to host a Roundtable?” Janis pursed her lips thinking about it. It had been years since the last Roundtable, a formal gathering chaired by the Council President that by rule could have only one item on the agenda. Attendance was mandatory because the issues were sensitive, and affected everyone in the house. It had taken ninety minutes for an agreement to be reached that would allow girls to invite their boyfriends to dinner. Would the boys be charged for their meals? Should the expense be borne by individual sisters, or by the house at large? A decade earlier, Jackknife and Slasher would not have been able to share pizza in the dining room with Coach Dunlop. “Two,” Janis decided. “Now that we're all candy stripers, I'd like to invite Sylvie to come talk to us about how we can best help out on the floor. At orientation, Missus Soderberg will lay out what we are expected to do, but it's what she doesn't talk about that makes all the difference. There's no guidebook telling you how to help a nurse late in a twelve or sixteen hour shift; you just kind of have to be there and do anything you can to help her get through it. It's … it's little things like getting something she forgot so that she doesn't have to trudge back down the corridor to the Nurse's Station. They're on their feet all day, and they walk miles! It's hard!” “Cindy?” As Council President, it would be Cindy's job to run the Roundtable. Bernice thought it merely polite to ask for her opinion. “I'm all for it,” Cindy answered. “When I talked to my Dad, he said that he was proud of me for owning up to my mistakes, but he would be even more proud if I saw working at the hospital not as a punishment but as a chance to help others. I like the sound of that, but I don't know anything about hospitals! What Jannie just said … how can anyone work sixteen hours a day? That's gross! If I can help, I will!” “Any evening, Jannie … or Sunday afternoon or evening. Whatever is convenient for your friend. Now,” Bernice clapped, “I'm presuming that number two is a Roundtable to strategize how this house can help vets like Amos. What do you have in mind?” “We bring everybody together in one room-- Doctor Stevenson and Doctor Robinson from the hospital, Dad and Amos to speak for the vets, and Priscilla and maybe her dad to tell us what the police can do. There have to be gaps … you know, things like arranging rides to the hospital for the vets. We can do simple stuff like that, just like we help nurses on the floor get through their shifts.” “We've got the cars,” Kimberly observed; “and Lake Street's not all that far away ...” “I'd feel a lot more comfortable giving a ride if one of the fraternity guys was riding shotgun,” Abigail cut in. “Let's not kid ourselves; we're talking about being in a car with a guy who's on his way to see a psychiatrist.” “That's a very good point, Abby, and it's exactly the sort of thing that should be thrashed out at a Roundtable. Ian and Amos can give us a sense of how unstable these men can be, and Priscilla and her father can evaluate what we propose and tell us whether it's safe or not.” Bernice thought that the discussion was going very well, and that it was time to wrap up so that she could get on to her next round of diaper changes. “Now,” she concluded, “as to your Dad ...” “We figure that it will take four cars, and eight of us,” Tippi smoothly noted. “To get our wayward team home?” Bernice couldn't believe what she was hearing. “I think not,” she scoffed. “Jacknife and Slasher will drive two of the cars, I'll drive a third, and Cindy the fourth.” Tippi pretended not to have heard their Mom's caustic reply. “Missus Canon will have help getting her husband into the car, but what about when she gets home? Kimberly and Jacknife will follow them, and help carry him inside if it comes to that.” “Oh, that's very good,” Bernice mocked. “Eight of you stumbling into a bar on a school night? I don't think so!” “Jacknife and Slasher are underage, and I'm not about to violate my probation by setting foot in a bar, never mind a cop bar.” Tippi's was the voice of calm reason. “We'll stay outside and keep the engines running. Mel can warm up Amos' truck while Kimberly, Joyce, Jannie and Cindy go in and drag out the bodies.” Bernice stole a glance at Cindy Carlson. She would have cheerfully bet a month's pay that their wacky Council President had come up with this convoluted scheme, while leaving it to Tippi to sort out the details. “After we get Amos situated, Mel will drive his truck home, and Cindy will follow along to pick her up. If Amos needs assistance, it won't be the first time that Mel and Cindy have had to lend a hand to a guy with way too much in the tank.” Tippi's voice was deadpan, but the room still exploded with laughter. ZAP's seniors all had a lot of experience coping with drunk frat boys. “If there's anybody on our team who's still upright, they can go in our front seats. Jannie and Joyce can ride in the back, and try and keep the two who are the worst for wear reasonably upright.” “The only thing missing is a police escort,” Bernice sarcastically concluded. She had to hand it to Tippi; for all of the girl's problems at home, she had a real head on her shoulders. It was a given that she would ascend to the council presidency during her senior year. “I'm going to ask Missus Canon to try and arrange one for us. Dad deserves to come home in style.” Tippi's expression was still deadpan, but she was secretly proud of the fact that she had outmaneuvered their Mom so neatly. “All right, I give up.” Bernice threw her hands in the air in surrender. “But know this. I am going to welcome you home, and if anyone has alcohol on her breath, you are grounded for the weekend. That means missing the Delta kegger.” . . . . “That was too easy,” Cindy crowed as they pulled out and headed for THE PIG STY. “You think maybe Mom's losing her touch?” “Not really,” Melanie decided after giving it a bit of thought. “It's more like Tip really thought this through. You know where we're going?” “Just following the leader.” Cindy nodded out the windshield. Theirs was the last car in the convoy, but Slasher had assured them the bar was so close that they could walk to it in the summertime. “Shouldn't take more than a couple of minutes.” “Glad we could all switch over to the Lullaby diapers. You never know who you're gonna meet in a bar, so tight fitting jeans are definitely the uniform of the night!” “Amen, Sister … and … looks like here we are.” One by one, the four cars made the left turn into the parking lot. “What the … this can't possibly be right,” Melanie said as she looked around. The lot was busy, but the exterior lights on the building were all off. She could see the other girls piling out of their cars, and she presumed that they were equally confused. “Doesn't make any sense,” Kimberly declared. “This is the place, and you can hear music playing inside, but the door's locked. What gives?” Taking the bull by the horns, Janis knocked on the rear door, and when she got no response, started kicking and pounding it. “Maybe we have to go around to the front,” Slasher muttered. “Doubtful.” Tippi was studying the ground around them. “Look,” she gestured; “lots of footprints, and they all lead to this door.” Inside, they could all hear a woman screaming. “DADDY!” Close to panic, Janis was furiously pounding on the door, demanding admission. No one answered.

Derek was on his way to “The Blooming Nursery” a mechanical potty training facility for children. After their introduction to society they became extremely popular with young parents. Helping relieve them of one task to do when raising a child, potty training. The accidents, yelling and screaming, and sleepless nights were all removed when these facilities were created. Once your child reaches 2-3 years old you can register for an appointment and drop them off for a week. It’s a 5-day program where you drop your kid off every morning before work and pick them up in the afternoon after work, perfect for any parent. The additional plus is it counts as daycare as well so parents flocked to the opportunity quickly. The problem was, these facilities were often booked up for months so once you got confirmed for an appointment you had to jump at the opportunity. That’s where we find Derek. Derek has a rugged, handsome look with a bit of a modern dad vibe. He’s about 6 feet tall, with a fit but not overly muscular build, he keeps active but isn't obsessed with the gym. His dark brown hair is short on the sides and slightly longer on top, often styled casually or a bit tousled. He has a neatly trimmed beard that complements his strong jawline, giving him a mature, masculine appearance. Derek’s eyes are a warm hazel, always carrying a friendly, approachable expression. Derek and his partner Steven have a son named Sam who was just accepted for an appointment at “The Blooming Nursery”. Derek received a phone call that he would have to stop by the nursery to complete the rest of the paperwork so he headed there before his shift at work. Entering the facility he was greeted by a robotic receptionist. “Hello and welcome to The Blooming Nursery. How may I help you this morning?” She asked. Derek replied, “Good morning! My name is Derek Strickland. I'm here to finish registering my son Sam Strickland for the potty training course.” “One moment please let me look your name up in the system.” The robot appeared to be spacing out as it searched its database for the name. “Welcome Sam Strickland to The Blooming Nursery. Are you excited to start your potty training experience?” “I am very excited for him to start potty training. That will be one less thing to worry about for me and my partner.” Derek replied. “Great! Please head through the door to my left to complete registration and begin your experience. It was a pleasure serving you!” The robot maid gestured to her left where an automated door slid open and lights started to glow around it signaling to enter. Derek walked through the door to a long hallway with several doors on both sides. A door towards the end of the hallways on his left opened and lit up similar to one he just entered. “I can’t wait to get this over with so we can finally be done with Sam’s potty training. I’m done changing dirty diapers.” Derek thought as he walked through the hallway towards the door. As Derek entered the room the door slid shut behind him. The room was a small, sterile white room with nothing in it. The floor was padded and the walls looked like stainless steel. Derek stood in the room for a bit alone with his thoughts before he heard what sounded like something sliding open. Then a red laser grid appeared at his feet and began slowly rising to the ceiling. A robotic yet soft voice came from the room. “Welcome Sam to your potty training experience. Please hold still as we scan you to find your correct size.” Derek started to panic, “Excuse me? I’m not Sam, that’s my son, I'm his father Derek. There must be a misunderstanding here.” The voice replied in a gentle, caring tone. “It’s ok Sam. We understand being away from your family can be scary at first. Please hold still as we scan you.” “No you don’t understand! I am not Sam. There’s been a mistake!” Derek started to walk back to where the door was and began pounding on the wall. “Hey! Can anyone hear me! This robot has me confused for my son. I’m not the one that needs potty training!” “CHILD IS MOVING!” the voice alerted. “UNRULY CHILD DETECTED APPLYING RESTRAINING PROTOCOL!” Several robotic arms began to appear from holes in the walls grabbing onto Derek. “Hey! Stop! I’m not a child!” Derek yelled back. Derek fought back as best he could but he was no match for the machine. The mechanical arms restrained his arms and legs in a spread eagle position slightly above the ground. An additional arm was secured on either side of his stomach to prevent him from wiggling. “HEY LET ME GO YOU STUPID F***ING MACHINE!” He yelled “INAPPROPRIATE LANGUAGE DETECTED ADMINISTERING PACIFIER” An arm shot out from the wall and placed a bright blue pacifier in Derek’s mouth securing it behind his head so he couldn’t spit it out. Immediately the pacifier expanded in his mouth filling it up entirely. “MMPFH” Derek shouted from behind the pacifier. Some childish instinct within him activated and he started sucking on the pacifier. At that moment he realized that there was a liquid being secreted from the pacifier down his throat. Derek started to panic and tried to break out of his restraint to no success. The arms let him thrash as much as he wanted for several seconds before Derek started calming down. A huge wave of calm washed over him as he continued to suckle on the pacifier. He stopped fighting and just let the arms hold him in the air. “That’s a good boy. Just relax. The quicker you cooperate the faster we can get your potty training started.” The voice cooed. Once again the laser grid appeared at Derek’s feet and began slowly rising to the ceiling. Derek wanted to fight back but couldn’t. That liquid in the pacifier seemed to be weakening and calming him. Once the laser grid reached the top of the room the voice stated, “Analysis finished. My my, you are a big boy Sam!” Derek cringed at this statement. “Inappropriate attire detected. Sam you’re not ready for big boy undies yet. Let’s get you in more appropriate attire for a kid your age!” The voice said cheerfully. Additional arms started appearing from the walls and approaching Derek. These ones began to strip Derek of his clothes. Starting by untying and removing his shoes. They then began to unbutton and remove his dress shirt and undershirt. His dress pants were unbuttoned and slid off his legs next. Leaving him in his white Calvin Klein tighty-whiteys. “Tsk tsk tsk. A boy like you doesn’t need undies, he needs a diaper!” The voice chimed. The arms then wrapped around the waistband of his underwear and began sliding them down his legs. Derek was powerless to do anything as his last line of protection from the machine was removed. All he could do was suckle on his pacifier and watch in horror. Another red light sweeped over his nether region scanning it. “My my you are awfully hairy down there Sam. We’ll have to deal with that before your next diaper change!” The machine said playfully. “Acquiring correct attire.” The voice stated. “ERROR no correct attire of size 34 found.” Derek breathed a sigh of relief. There’s no way a facility for kids would have clothes, let alone diapers, in his size! A loud ding was heard shortly after the last message. “CREATING PROPER ATTIRE IN SIZE 34” Shock and sadness ran through Derek. The machine could just create clothes in his size? He thought. Within a minute new arms reappeared with several pieces of clothes presented to Derek. A yellow T-shirt that said the message “My Daddy loves me!” denim overalls with snaps at the shoulders, and the last hand had what Derek feared most, a massive white diaper the size for an adult. “Dressing Sam in proper attire.” A changing table slid out of one of the walls big enough to fit an adult. The robotic arms lifted Derek through the air onto the changing table. Derek was laid down on the cold mat and felt his weight sink into the table a little. The arms continued to restrain him as the diaper was unfolded and brought closer to his nether region. The arms holding his legs lifted his feet up so his butt was off the mat and the diaper was slid underneath him. Derek was then lowered on the diaper where he was surprised at how soft it was. Arms came out from the side of the changing table with baby oil and baby powder. The arms began to lather up his nether region with baby oil. The treatment was so thorough that Derek couldn’t help but get hard. As his member continued to grow the hands would add another layer of baby oil to it making sure to cover every inch. Baby Powder was then generously sprinkled over his nether region making sure to lift his butt and get in between his crack as well sliding along his hole as if teasing him. The diaper was then lifted to his waste and secured by four tapes, two on each side. Derek cringed hearing each tape tear and stick to the plastic. A reminder of his future prison. One of the arms patted the front of his diaper signaling that the change was over and the diaper was secured. Derek was then lifted off the changing table and suspended in the air spread eagle once again. His arms were manipulated to put the yellow t-shirt on him. The shirt was a little tight and stopped slightly above his belly button displaying his diaper to all who cared to see. It appeared to be designed perfectly for his body molding to his pecs. Then he was manipulated into the denim overalls with a snap as both straps were secured solidifying his childish look. One of the walls opened up to show a full length mirror. Derek stared at the childish reflection that looked back at him. There he was, a grown adult man in a yellow t-shirt that proudly stated “My daddy loves me!”, denim overalls, and a very obvious diaper bulge. “Don’t you just look so cute! That's what a good boy looks like!” They voice said, seeming to mock him. “Time to start your training!” The back of the room slid open and Derek was lifted through it by the robotic arms. The room was an elaborate and colorful nursery. However this one had one twist to it. It seemed like the machine's past statement of creating things to his size wasn’t just for his clothes. As Derek looked around the room he saw an adult sized crib, adult sized changing mat, an adult sized rocking horse, and worst of all, an adult sized high chair. There’s no way it expected him to use all this stuff, right?! Derek was dropped on his padded bottom with a thump and the robotic arms receded back into the previous room where the door slid shut behind him. Locking him in his prison for the rest of the day. If you're enjoying the story so far why not check out my DeviantArt for other abdl related content: https://www.deviantart.com/pigeonman13 Part 2 - Looks like Derek wasn't so lucky at proving how much of a big boy he is.... Derek sat there on the padded floor, his mind still reeling from the surreal and humiliating ordeal he’d just endured. The thick diaper crinkled loudly with every slight movement, a constant reminder of his predicament. He had to get out of here, and fast. His eyes darted around the nursery, scanning for any possible escape route, but all he saw were the oversized baby items designed for an adult. There was no visible door or handle, just bright, cheerful walls covered in pastel-colored murals of smiling animals and toddlers. “Okay, think, Derek,” he mumbled to himself, trying to keep his composure. “There’s got to be a way to explain this. Someone’s going to realize they made a mistake, right?” As if on cue, the robotic voice chimed in again, its tone sickeningly sweet. “Sam, we know this is all new and strange, but you’ll get used to it in no time! Now, it’s time to play and explore! Good boys get rewarded for participating.” Derek’s jaw clenched around the pacifier, which was still lodged firmly in his mouth. He wanted to spit it out, but every time he tried to push it with his tongue, it seemed to expand slightly, filling his mouth even more. The drugged liquid had stopped flowing, but a lingering, slightly numbing sensation remained. The damn thing was almost becoming a reflex now—he caught himself sucking on it without even thinking, which only made him more frustrated. He stood up carefully, his legs wobbly, and waddled awkwardly toward what looked like an adult-sized playpen. It was made of sturdy, colorful plastic, and the bars looked thick enough to prevent even a full-grown man like himself from climbing over. He shook one of the bars, testing it, but it didn’t budge. Great, just great. Derek’s attention then turned to the oversized rocking horse in the corner. It looked ridiculously out of place, like a giant toy in some twisted carnival. An idea struck him—if he could use the horse as a battering ram, maybe he could smash through one of the walls. He started towards it, determined, but the moment he placed his hand on the horse’s mane, a soft jingle played, and the robotic voice returned. “Good choice, Sam! Riding the horse is a wonderful way to exercise and have fun. Hold on tight!” Before Derek could react, mechanical arms emerged from the wall again, grabbing him under the armpits and lifting him effortlessly onto the rocking horse. The horse began to move gently, rocking back and forth. Derek struggled against the restraints that now held his wrists to the horse’s handles, but he was stuck. “Dammit, let me go!” he tried to shout, but it came out as a muffled moan around the pacifier. The horse picked up speed, rocking more vigorously. The motion was almost hypnotic, and despite his best efforts to remain defiant, Derek felt himself being lulled into a strange, helpless calm. The combination of the horse’s rhythmic movement and the gentle cooing of the robotic voice was oddly soothing. “That’s it, just relax and have fun, Sam. You’re doing such a good job!” the voice praised. Derek’s cheeks burned with humiliation. This was insane. He was a grown man, not some toddler who needed potty training. He had to find a way out of here and get back to Steven and Sam. They must be worried sick by now. Suddenly, the horse slowed to a stop, and the restraints released his wrists. Derek slid off the horse, his legs wobbly from the experience. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and turned back towards the wall where he’d come in, only to see it was still firmly shut. “Maybe I can find something to pry it open,” he thought, scanning the room again. His gaze fell on the adult-sized high chair. As much as he hated the thought, it was one of the few pieces of furniture in the room that wasn’t bolted down. Maybe if he could break it apart, he could use a piece to jimmy the door open or break through the wall. With a sense of grim determination, Derek waddled over to the high chair, his diaper crinkling noisily with each step. The thing was huge, made of solid wood, and painted in bright, cheerful colors. He tugged at the tray, hoping it would come loose, but it was securely attached. Frustrated, he put his weight into it, pulling harder. The robotic voice returned, this time with a more insistent tone. “Sam, it’s time for your snack. Please sit down and behave like a good boy.” Before Derek could back away, more mechanical arms appeared, pushing him gently but firmly into the high chair. The tray was locked into place in front of him, trapping him in the seat. He thrashed against the restraints, but it was no use. His legs dangled helplessly, the diaper making his position even more uncomfortable. A moment later, a robotic arm appeared with a large baby bottle filled with a thick, creamy liquid. The bottle was brought to his lips, the back of the pacifier was unscrewed and the bottle was screwed in. “Drink up, Sam! Growing boys need their nutrition,” the voice encouraged. Derek tried to turn his head away, but there was no avoiding the pacifier already in his mouth, the cold liquid started to dribble on his tongue through the hole in the pacifier and he found himself sucking on it involuntarily. The liquid inside was sweet and slightly chalky, coating his tongue and throat as he swallowed. “Shit, what the hell is this stuff?” he thought, his eyes widening in alarm. He could feel the liquid settling heavily in his stomach, and a strange warmth began to spread through his body. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it made him feel sluggish, almost drowsy. As much as he tried to fight it, his eyelids grew heavier with each swallow. “Just relax, Sam. You’re doing so well. After your snack, it’ll be time for a nice nap. Then we can start your first potty training session!” the voice cooed softly. Derek’s heart pounded in his chest, but his body felt like it was betraying him. The last thing he remembered was the soothing, gentle rocking of the high chair as he drifted off, his mind screaming for escape even as his body surrendered to the strange, overwhelming calm. Derek’s eyes fluttered open as the discomfort between his legs pulled him out of a restless sleep. It took a few moments for the grogginess to clear, and then the reality of his situation came crashing back. He was still strapped into the adult-sized high chair, the pacifier-bottle contraption still in his mouth. He shifted slightly, feeling the damp, swollen padding of his diaper against his skin. “No, no, no...” he muttered, his voice shaky with disbelief and embarrassment. He was wet. He had actually wet himself in his sleep. A cold dread settled in his stomach. Maybe the machine wouldn’t notice. Maybe he could get out of here and change himself before it realized. Just as that faint hope began to take root, a loud, blaring alarm sounded through the room, making Derek jump in his seat. “ACCIDENT DETECTED. ACCIDENT DETECTED. A CHANGE IS REQUIRED,” the robotic voice announced with almost gleeful certainty. “Dammit,” Derek groaned, burying his face in his hands. His cheeks burned with humiliation. It was one thing to be forced into a diaper, but to actually use it? And now this damn machine was about to rub his face in it. The voice returned, soft but condescending. “Oh, Sam! It looks like we made the right decision earlier, didn’t we? You weren’t ready for big boy undies after all. But that’s okay, everyone has accidents!” The words stung, and Derek could feel his temper rising. “I’m not Sam! I’m an adult, and I don’t need this!” he spat back, his voice muffled by the remnants of the pacifier still stuck around his neck. Mechanical arms appeared again, lifting him out of the high chair and carrying him over to the large changing table. He was laid down gently, the arms moving with an efficiency that would have been almost impressive if he weren’t the one being manhandled. The smell of his wet diaper hit him as the tapes were pulled back, and Derek’s humiliation deepened. “Let’s get this soggy diaper off you, Sam,” the voice cooed. “We wouldn’t want you getting a rash!” As the arms cleaned him up with methodical precision, Derek stared at the ceiling, trying to tune out the humiliating experience. Baby wipes passed over his skin, and then a fresh layer of powder was sprinkled over his crotch and ass. Another diaper—thicker and somehow even more crinkly—was slid under him, pulled up between his legs, and secured with loud, final-sounding tapes. Once he was dressed again, he was lifted off the changing table and set down on the floor. He was fuming, his face still flushed with shame. “Now, let’s see if we can avoid any more accidents today, okay, Sam?” the voice chimed. “I’ll show you where the bathroom is.” A section of the wall slid open, revealing what looked like a bathroom—sort of. There was no regular toilet, just an oversized training potty in the center of the room. It was bright blue, adorned with cheerful cartoon characters, and looked absolutely ridiculous. Derek’s heart sank. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered. The voice continued, unfazed. “Whenever you need to use the potty, just let me know, and I’ll help you get there. It’s important to ask nicely, okay?” Derek didn’t respond. He just stared at the absurd little potty, trying to wrap his head around the reality he was stuck in. Was this some kind of cruel prank? He had to get out of here, but every escape attempt had been thwarted, and his body was still sluggish from whatever was in that bottle. Hours dragged on, filled with more condescending lessons about “potty time” and reminders to “be a good boy and tell us if you need to go.” Derek gritted his teeth through it all, refusing to play along. He kept trying to hold onto whatever shred of dignity he had left, but it was getting harder. Then, he felt the first twinges in his stomach. A familiar, uncomfortable pressure. His morning coffee and the milk from the bottle were making their presence known. The urgency grew, and Derek knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. He swallowed his pride and cleared his throat. “Uh, I need to use the bathroom,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. The machine hummed softly. “And how do we ask nicely, Sam?” Derek’s eye twitched. He didn’t have time for this. “Just let me use the damn bathroom!” “Language, Sam!” the voice scolded, still infuriatingly cheerful. “We only use nice words when asking for the potty. Try again.” He clenched his fists, his frustration boiling over. “I *need* to go to the bathroom! Just let me—” “Uh-uh, Sam. That’s not how we ask.” The robotic tone was patronizing now, almost teasing. “Remember, if you want to use the potty, you have to be polite.” Derek’s stomach cramped painfully, and he let out a groan. He could feel sweat breaking out on his forehead. This was ridiculous. He wasn’t about to beg this machine to use a stupid training potty like some toddler. He was a grown man! “Please,” he forced out through gritted teeth, the word tasting bitter in his mouth. “Please let me use the bathroom.” The machine didn’t respond immediately, and Derek could feel the seconds ticking by. His stomach gurgled again, and he knew he was out of time. Panic set in as he realized what was about to happen. “Come on!” he shouted, desperation creeping into his voice. “I need to go *now*!” Silence. And then, before he could stop it, he felt his body give in. He squatted slightly, and a wave of shame washed over him as he felt his bowels release into the diaper. The warm, squishy mess spread across his backside, and he groaned in humiliation. His face was hot, tears of frustration prickling at the corners of his eyes. “Damn it,” he choked out, his voice trembling. “This is your fault! I’m a grown man, and you—” He broke off, feeling the full weight of his situation. He was standing there, in an oversized diaper, having just messed himself like a child. The voice responded, almost mockingly. “Oh, Sam, everybody has accidents. That’s why you’re here, to learn how to use the potty properly. We’ll get there eventually. But first, you need to ask nicely if you want a clean diaper.” Derek’s anger flared again. “This is bullshit! I wouldn’t have had an accident if you’d just let me use the bathroom! Change me now!” “No, no, Sam. We need to hear you ask nicely or see that you’re really sorry. Otherwise, we can just keep playing until you’re ready.” The robotic arms reappeared, this time gently lifting him onto the rocking horse. Derek’s legs splayed awkwardly, the mess in his diaper squishing further as the horse began to rock back and forth. He squirmed, trying to find a position that didn’t feel so degrading, but it was impossible. “Just play a little more, Sam. You’ll feel better soon,” the voice crooned. Derek could feel himself breaking. He wanted to fight, to scream, but he was exhausted and humiliated, the mess in his diaper a constant, awful reminder of how powerless he was. The rocking horse moved rhythmically, almost soothingly, but the sensation of the diaper pressed against his skin was unbearable. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. Tears welled up in his eyes, and before he knew it, he was crying—full, body-shaking sobs of frustration, anger, and shame. “Please,” he whimpered, his voice cracking. “Please, just change me.” The rocking horse slowed to a stop, and the voice spoke again, softer this time. “There, there, Sam. It’s okay. We all have bad days. Let’s get you cleaned up, and then we can try again.” The arms lifted him gently, carrying him over to the changing table once more. Derek’s body was limp with exhaustion and defeat as the machine removed his soiled diaper and cleaned him up with the same efficient care as before. As the fresh diaper was secured around his waist, Derek closed his eyes, feeling utterly drained. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take, but one thing was painfully clear—he was trapped, and he had no idea how to get out.

Everything okay? I'm not asking to rush you just cause I am worried

I don't think that diaper is going to make it but I hope it will

A lot of this really resonates with me, and it’s so good seeing other people articulate things I’ve been thinking about. It is strange, maybe, that I feel so hesitant to talk here about the intimate aspects of #3 (love that naming!), but I do fear it would seem gratuitous as I delve into a 24/7 padded lifestyle. When I just wore on weekends, it definitely had a sexual charge, but I think now that that was simply because I felt more comfortable and at ease with myself and my body. Those weekends became times of really wonderful, intimate exploration for my wife and I, taking a focus on what made us feel good without reference to my padded parts. It allowed us both space to explore our best erotic selves without shame or judgement. Without writing a big long erotic novel about it, we’ve applied those lessons to our intimate life as diapers move from “unique sexy time” to “just the way I live now.” Still lots of fun for both of us, and my happiness and comfort being high makes everything better! But to answer the actual question here, yes, using for #3 had become a primary outlet for my sex life, and I’m having a ton of fun exploring this more deeply!

Being incontinent is not lucky.

Free health care, so hospital is free. The flu shot isn't free.

That's quite strange. I know from my experience of Australian hospitals, there seem to be loads of adult nappies laying about everywhere. I can recall a stack of them on a shelf when I was in ICU (although I myself was catheterized). I'm confident that they are of some porous, low cost "medical tender winning" manufacture and require a constellation of complementary products to keep the furniture dry but they were "proper" tape-on nappies, not pull-ups. I’m honestly not sure my beloved would do that for me, so strong is her psychological block on this. I can recall musing about my emerging dependency when a health issue came up a few months ago and her position was of the “you made your bed, you lie in it” school. How did being changed by her feel? I know in my case, I’d probably just be embarrassed because the whole “being changed” experience isn’t one that I particularly crave (although as a lazy sod, I’d be open to the idea of saving myself the effort) but I’d know how much she hated it. That would make things incredibly uncomfortable for both of us. I can't quite recall where you are on the continence spectrum at this stage. I'd have to confess that in similar circumstances, I'd consider trying to go without them although I'm not sure how well that would work out when I'm asleep. If you still are continent at this point in your journey anyway? Did 2 weeks of catheterisation shift anything there? As I watch the years roll by, I'm well aware that at some point the world of my nappies and medical circumstance are going to inevitably collide so once again, you are blazing a trail for us.

Hi and welcome back

My first was ABU space. Still like them

Chapter Twenty-Nine Email “You’ve got a week to get your act together.” Those were the only words in the message on DaringTare.com that Hunter had received from the honey badger. Other than the email following their meeting, this had been the only correspondence he had received whatsoever after their initial meeting. The daunting sentence hung over Hunter like a raincloud of doom, keeping him on edge throughout his day of classes wearing his cygnet diapers. The antics of the accompanying ibises did little to assuage him, given the fact that they appeared somewhat bored and out of place as they continuously rummaged through every trash bin that Hunter passed, causing many confused and startled looks when their weight inevitably knocked them over, spilling garbage and crumpled paper over the floor. He even had to take the blame for it when he had visited the library to pick up a textbook, which was rewarded by a thin-lipped look of disapproval from the elderly giraffe managing the front desk that day. Hunter had told Malissa and Jack almost immediately after he had read the message that he had received correspondence. After the initial moment of excitement that they might be a step closer to figuring out how to stem the effects of the magic, Hunter had sent them a screenshot of the message along with an ellipsis for a caption. The otter was concerned immediately, telling him that he should probably stay home and get notes from others for his safety. Jack had a different approach to it, telling Hunter that he would fight the badger with his own paws if need be. Malissa quickly shot him down telling him that he was just trying to prove his manhood, which resulted in Jack becoming defensive. Hunter cut through their squabbling by informing them that he would go about as normal as he could, trying to put on a brave face as he said that the brooch pushed him around more than enough anyway, and that he was not going to let this get to him. The two had agreed that he was probably right, but Hunter did not feel as confident as he had let on in their group chat. Although grateful for their support, the fennec fox wanted to try his best to remain as independent and strong in this situation as possible. He suspected that Malissa knew that he was just putting on a brave face, but nevertheless this was important to him. On the inside, however, he was very nervous. Classes were difficult to pay attention to, and this manifested itself in a less than satisfactory performance on an Organic Chemistry quiz. He figured he passed, but only barely. Now, he was sitting idly at his desk in his apartment, on a call with Jack who was currently streaming his MOBA game and getting particularly animated about the prowess of the game, filling the silence as Hunter worked on an assignment. “Come on! Push! Why aren’t you pushing!?” The weasel warbled into Hunter’s headphones, causing the fennec’s right lip to twist upwards slightly as he typed away at his keyboard. Said the ancient Egyptian artifact to the backside of my diaper… Hunter thought to himself with grim amusement, deciding that he should not voice what he was thinking to the mammal on the other end of the call or he would not hear the end of derivative jokes made of that for the rest of the evening. Currently, he was absolutely soaked, the front of his padding having swollen from the day’s dribbles and deposits which for the moment was serving as a comfortable cushion for both the front and back of his diaper. As always, he would wait for a longer while before changing into fresh padding, given the risk factor of an unknown hieroglyph decorating his front. Unable to focus, he opened up his Aunt’s website to see if there were any further messages. There was. “Tomorrow at 4 P.M., you’re skipping class, bring the artifact.” Hunter swallowed hard. While he did not have class at that time, the fact that the badger was being so demanding felt incredibly unsettling. He realized that he felt downright threatened by the badger, after the confusing exchange they had had he now had the distinct feeling that he was no longer on the same side as Hunter. He figured the search for his aunt had remained a fruitless endeavor, and now his frustrations had led him back to the poor fennec. Hunter allowed the sense of panic wash over him for a minute, letting the emotion flow and rise before it managed to abate. “You there dude?” Jack asked, sounding half-distracted himself as Hunter saw on his stream that his team had, in fact, finally started to push objectives with their momentum. He responded half distracted, replying in an airy tone. “Yeah just… This bit needs some attention.” He felt bad lying, but something inside of him was giving him resolve. He had an idea, a risky idea. The gamble he was considering taking was one that might just give him enough of a chaotic edge in meeting with the honey badger. Could work… He mused to himself, as he returned his attention to Jack and the conclusion of his match. While he did feel a little bad excluding his friends from what he was going to do, he felt like they were already doing so much to support him. Even Jack, despite the period of endless jokes, was taking this in stride and staying confidently by his side. This part he would have to do by himself, however, despite the continuous development of being under the spell of infantilizing magic, this one was his. 𓁥 𓁢 𓐭 While Hunter was studying, the honey badger was not having as studious an evening. Nursing a drink at the “Swine’s Cradle,” the badger was finding it rather difficult to lure any information from the jackal. Shiva was polishing a beer mug with a rag that looked like it had seen better days, a fact that was often commented on by the day drinkers of the tavern. Despite being located in a city, the institution retained a rustic aesthetic that contrasted starkly with the pristine condition behind the bar front. Shiva ran a tight ship, and was beginning to grow increasingly irritated at the probing questions brought up by the honey badger. “They’re university students that are working on Archaeology projects, I told the runt some rumors which you’re not getting. Whatever you want with them you’re not going to start shit here about it unless you want a few less teeth in your gob” The jackal spat at him, motioning with an arched eyebrow towards the two burly security employees standing at the front of the bar. The honey badger took a breath, attempting to salvage the rising tension of the conversation as he continued his reasoning. “I’m not interested in the students, just the project. I’ve got some good information that they might be in possession of a rather dangerous item and I just want to make sure none of them get hurt.” The jackal stared into his eyes, searching them for the slightest hint of a lie. She sniffed, leaning back against the counter and crossing her eyes before replying. “You’re not lying, but you’re clearly hiding shit. I think you should leave.” The honey badger raised his paws defensively, shaking his head and attempting a consoling smile that had zero effect on the jackal. “Look, I just don’t want anyone to get hu-” “Mark! Please escort this customer out.” The jackal stated in a loud, flat tone, causing the attention of a polar bear near the front door to shift over to them. The bear let out a snort of impatience, grumbling to himself he moved slowly and heavily towards the honey badger. “Fine, fine fine fine. I’m leaving.” The badger took out his wallet, placing out some cash onto the bar before slapping it down. “I’m going.” The polar bear stared at him, ruddy eyes that looked as if they had been bleached red. He was expressionless, watching through a heavy, droopy muzzle as he stared unblinking at the moving form of the honey badger. The badger gave him a grin, raising his paws up in mock surrender as he headed to the front door. As he opened the door, the badger left with a single comment as he entered the softly falling snow outside of the tavern. “You’ll wish you’d helped me when things start to get real, all I’m saying.” The polar bear shut the door behind him firmly, emitting a grumble of disgust as he resumed his position. The jackal’s head remained down, her eyes distant and ruminating as she continued to polish her glass. Shiva did not like the honey badger one bit, something about the smell of him told her his intentions were not necessarily benign. Deciding that dwelling upon if’s would not warrant any good, she made a mental note to herself to give Jack a warning next time he stopped by. Whatever was happening, she was not going to let trouble walk its way through her front door and not make it known that she’s not one to tolerate it.

For me cleaning up after a messy diaper is easy. I cannot say it is enjoyable, but also not onerous, just perfunctory after I went poopy in my diaper. My method: 1. clean my bottom as much as possible with any clean portion of my diaper, if there is no clean portion proceed to step 2; 2. Clean myself with as many adult wipes as is needed, for me I can do a good job with just two adult wipes; 3. wet wash cloth with Dawn Dish Soap and clean my diaper area thoroughly . Dawn Dish Soap is excellent for removing any lingering poopy stinkies; 4. rinse out the wash cloth and wipe my diaper area again with just a wet wash cloth to remove the soapy residue; 5. Pat dry; 6. Baby Magic (or your favorite) Baby Lotion on my diaper area; 7. Sprinkle Baby Powder inside my clean fresh diaper, and just a little on my diaper area, 8. wipe hands to make sure there is no baby powder or baby lotion on my hands because that could impact the adhesive on the diaper tapes; 9. Diaper myself; 10. roll up my soiled diaper and place in a plastic grocery bag; 11. Air Freshener as needed; 12. Take my poopy diaper that is wrapped in the plastic grocery bag to the outside trash; 13. Continue life as normal. This process only takes my 5 minutes. If I have a "diaper blow-out" the changing and cleaning process is more labor intensive and time consuming. I hope this helps.

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It ended happily. I had to manage without a dummy while I was in hospital - they are OK with someone in nappies, but would probably struggle with an out-and-out AB on the ward. Mummy took my shorts home, which were still intact, and took my dummy out & kept it safe until I came home & we were reunited. It was in my mouth all last night.

A quick announcement: I've changed my username from MinnesotaWriter to AB_DeLane. A.B. DeLane is the pen name I use for my books on Amazon, and, as it's what I'm using every else I post, I figured it made sense to finally get it updated her as well. Chapter 41: Of Course There was no way this was actually happening to me. I stood, frozen in place, my mouth slightly ajar as I watched all of my carefully laid plans tumble to the ground like I had just pulled the wrong piece out of a Jenga tower. Three long, painful years of longing. Months of careful planning. All the humiliation and embarrassment I’d allowed myself to endure to get to the point of having pull-ups of my own. All of it completely unraveled because, of course, I had to run into Hannah again at the worst possible moment. There was a look of recognition in Hannah’s eyes that signaled something far more than just recognizing a friend of her cousin that she had met once before. She knew. She knew exactly what this cabin was for. She knew why she had been assigned to it. She knew why every other girl in the room was here rather than in any of the dozens of other cabins in these campgrounds. Hannah knew that I was a bedwetter. My mouth felt dry as her eyes flicked down to my bag, then back up. She probably even knew that there was more than regular underwear tucked away inside my duffle bag. My mind raced through all the possible excuses I could make for myself. What if I pretended that I must have been assigned to the wrong cabin? I could deny being a bedwetter and just keep the pull-ups out of sight all week long. But that wouldn’t do. I had to imagine that this news would find a way of getting back to my parents. I couldn’t see any way of talking myself out of that situation. “Oh, my goodness. Maddy!” Hannah raced across the cabin to me, and without asking any permission, she flung her arms around me in a big hug. I responded by giving her a tentative pat on the back before slithering out of her grasp and taking a step backward. As I gave myself a tiny bit of breathing room from Hannah, whose face was still beaming with excitement, I caught a brief flash of purple sticking out of the top of her shorts before her shirt shifted back down again. The three other girls who had arrived before me, who hadn’t paid much attention when I had first entered the cabin, were all looking up and staring at us now. The only person who didn’t seem to care was the counselor, Amy, who was staring disinterestedly at her cell phone as she waited by the door for the remaining campers to arrive. “Oh, my goodness. Oh, my goodness.” The girl closest to us had stood up from where she was seated on a bed on the other side of the room. Both of her hands were clasped across her face. She looked back and forth between Maddy and me, her long French braid waving rapidly from side to side. “Like, you guys know each other? From, like, outside of camp?” “Yes!” Hannah exclaimed a little too loudly. Know was a bit strong of a word for me and Hannah, in my opinion. I’d only met her a couple times, and only because she was a cousin of one of my friends. The girl looked back and forth between us again. “And you both know what this cabin is for, right?” I looked down at my feet. “It’s for soccer players,” Hannah ventured. The girl just started laughing. “Like, you guys seriously didn’t know about each other before this?” I remembered that I wasn’t actually supposed to know that Hannah was a bedwetter. I’d caught a glimpse of the pull-ups she wore during the day – the same as the ones I wore at night – when Hannah had come with me and my friends to the park. Her cousin, Emma, had then explained to me about how Hannah still wasn’t fully toilet trained – a fact she attributed to her cousin’s autism. It was only later that I noticed the diaper in the garbage at Emma’s place. I then discovered the plain white diapers that Hannah wore to bed each night when I discreetly rummaged through her suitcase. I looked up at Hannah. The confused expression on her face made me wonder how much she actually understood about the situation. Clap. Clap. Clap. I turned to look at the corner, where another girl was slowly clapping her hands together. “It’s because we all still piss the bed at night. Yippy Ki Yay,” the girl said sarcastically as she let the clapping come to a stop. “And now you know.” “Oh, shut up, Maya,” said the girl on the bed next to her. “You’re only mad because you lost the bet we made that you wouldn’t be back in this cabin again.” “I’m not doing it,” Maya said as she crossed her arms. Our counselor finally chimed in, though she didn’t even look up from her phone. “I seem to recall you making a pretty big deal about it last time.” “I don’t even care about pissing the bed. I was just hoping I’d be rid of you this year,” Maya retorted. “Well,” the counselor said, “judging by what I saw you unpack, I’d say you are still very much out of luck. Stuck with me for one more week.” “So what,” Maya said. “I get to graduate from this cabin at least, unlike you.” I was so caught up in the feud – I wondered what the terms of that bet had been – that I nearly forgot about Hannah for a few seconds. I turned to face Hannah again. Her eyes were wider than I thought was humanly possible. “You... wear diapers?” Hannah whispered, her eyes wide, voice trembling with awe. “Pull-ups,” I said tartly. “They are pull-ups, not diapers.” I paused, wanting to make the distinction between myself and Hannah clear. “And I only wear them at night.” “Aww, is someone embarrassed?” the girl who had won the bet with Maya said. She had gotten up from her spot in the corner and walked up to Hannah and me. I just glared at her. “Chill,” she said. “I’m just teasing. We’re in the same boat, after all.” “Boat?” Hannah asked. “This is a cabin.” I grit my teeth together. The thought of spending an entire week trapped in this cabin with Hannah twisted my stomach into knots. The girl rolled her eyes. “The camp doesn’t know what to do with us bedwetters, so they just toss us together in one cabin for the week. “Oh,” Hannah said. “I’m Chloe, by the way,” she said. “You guys all wet the bed at night? And you wear diapers?” Hannah blurted out before I had a chance to introduce myself. My face burned again at her insistence on referring to pull-ups as diapers. I was really ready for the topic to be dropped until tonight. I was not nearly as prepared as I thought I was to be talking about bedwetting amid a bunch of strangers, especially now that I had to be much more careful about my answers with Hannah around. “Duh,” Chloe said. “It would be kind of weird if I was assigned to this cabin and didn’t wear them.” “I wear them during the day, too,” Hannah said excitedly. Chloe raised her eyebrows at Hannah’s sudden, unprompted confession, but Hannah continued on, completely oblivious. “Do you wear them... like... during the day, too?” Hannah asked, her voice rising at the end as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “No,” Chloe replied, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “Wait, you seriously do?” “Yeah,” Hannah said. “Sometimes I don’t notice that I need to go to the bathroom.” “Ok, yeah, that’s…” Chloe’s voice trailed off into an awkward silence. I realized belatedly that I probably was supposed to appear surprised by this revelation as well. Hannah didn’t know that I had gotten a glimpse of the pull-up under her shorts that other day or that her own cousin had spilled the tea on her condition. I made a show of looking down at Hannah’s waist and back up at her. “Wait, for real?” “How did you not know about each other?” the girl with the French braid asked, joining back in on the conversation. “We’ve only met a couple of times, actually,” I said, rushing to answer the question before Hannah could. “She’s a cousin of one of my friends.” “I see,” the girl said. “I’m Hailey.” “Maddy,” I said. Hailey looked expectantly at Hannah for a few seconds. “And you are?” “Hannah.” <><><> What followed were a bunch of introductions as I desperately tried to steer the topic of conversation to anything other than diapers. Maya and Chloe, who had lost the bet, were both entering eighth grade like me. This was Maya’s third year at the camp, while it was Chloe’s second. I tried to ask what it was that Maya had to do since she lost the bet, but she only scowled and refused to answer me while Chloe was reduced to giggling excitedly. When Chloe finally managed to stop laughing, she assured me that I would find out by the end of the week. Hailey, a soon-to-be sixth grader who was tall and skinny for her age, was a first-timer like Hannah and me. What annoyed me was that I couldn’t seem to shake Hannah. She followed me everywhere around the cabin, standing at the edge of every conversation I was having, hovering just off to the side of me. It was like she couldn’t stop talking about it — every conversation with Hannah circled back to the same embarrassing question. “Are you a bedwetter too?” It was as if she had no sense of discretion, no understanding of how horrifying it was to hear that question aloud, especially in front of others. Each time she said it, my body tensed, a fresh wave of embarrassment coursing through me, my cringe almost painful as I braced myself each time. What ended up saving me was her noticing that Hailey had a Gryffindor pin on her backpack. I slipped back to my bed as soon as Hannah started chatting away about Harry Potter, leaving Hailey stuck in that rather one-sided conversation. I knew I would need to unpack my stuff eventually, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it yet. I suddenly felt rather self-conscious about my pull-ups, but not for the normal reasons a bedwetter might feel that way. I stared at my duffle bag, the childish designs on my pull-ups swimming in my mind. They were cute... but not in a good way. Not in the way I needed them to be. Compared to the plain white diapers Hannah wore at night, mine looked like they belonged in a daycare. What if everyone else had something like hers? Something neutral, something that didn’t scream that I’m still a kid. I took a deep breath as I pulled out my phone and sat on the bed I had claimed. I wasn’t really planning on doing anything on the mobile device. I just wanted to look busy enough to not be bothered while I collected my thoughts. I hadn’t counted on running into anyone I knew. I had pondered the then worst-case scenario of meeting another girl I had played with or against in years past in the bedwetter cabin, but I had figured my secret would be safe under those circumstances. After all, we both would be mutually motivated to keep silent. But Hannah? How could I possibly be expected to entrust a secret of this magnitude to her? Was she even smart enough to do so? Besides, both my friends were already aware of Hannah’s need for diapers at night. I couldn’t use that leverage to keep her quiet. There was one factor going in my favor. I was fortunate that I had met Hannah earlier this summer. If camp had been our first meeting, and I hadn’t realized she was Emma’s cousin until later on, that would have put me in an even more precarious position. I shuddered at the thought of that scenario. All my worries about how I would handle being around a bunch of other bedwetters seemed miniscule in comparison to the question of how I would handle things when Hannah’s family moved into my neighborhood. What would Hannah say about me? Would she be willing to keep my secret? And even if she was willing to do so, could I trust her not to accidentally let it slip? The remaining three campers arrived in the next fifteen minutes, with Isabell, Olivia, and Lily bringing the group of bedwetting campers to eight. Like Hanah and myself, Isabell and Olivia were both first-timers at the camp. Neither appeared to be surprised to have been placed in Cabin B, as Amy kept referring it to when she checked the new arrivals off of her list. The last arrival at our cabin, Lily, like Maya and Chloe, had been coming for three straight years. I watched as Olivia unpacked her suitcase full of clothes by unzipping it and unceremoniously dumping all the contents out on top of her bed before stuffing them haphazardly into the dresser. I tried to avoid staring as Olivia rummaged through the pile of clothes on her bed. I was sitting on my own bed, pretending to be distracted by my phone while actually attempting to get a glimpse at what sort of nighttime protection Olivia might have brought with her. My eyes gravitated to Olivia’s bed as she unpacked, my breath catching when I glimpsed something white and crinkly in her pile of clothes. I strained to see more, my heart thudding in my chest, but Olivia shifted, blocking my view. Was that... another diaper? Or pull-ups like mine? My curiosity buzzed, but I forced myself to look away, acting nonchalant, even as my stomach churned with nerves. From outside, I caught a few words of some announcement that was playing on the loudspeaker. “Alright, everyone,” Amy said. “We can finish unpacking later. We’ve got orientation, dinner, and some games to play.” Amy looked over at Hannah. “Make sure to grab anything you need since we won’t be back until it’s time to get ready for bed.” I tucked my phone in my backpack after getting up from the bed. This pair of shorts didn’t have any pockets, and I didn’t think I’d need it for anything. No sooner had I done that then Hannah was right back beside me. She was wearing a small drawstring athletic bag on her back and was holding her noise-reducing headphones in one hand. Everyone else was out the door when Hannah turned and asked me a question. “We’re friends, right?” Hannah asked, her voice small, her hands fumbling awkwardly with her noise-reducing earmuffs. For a moment, I hesitated, forcing my lips into what I hoped was a sincere smile. The beginnings of a new plan were forming in the back of my head, a way in which I might actually manage to salvage this situation. My secret had to be kept, and I was willing to do anything to keep it. Even if that meant having to pretend to Hannah that I was her friend. “Of course.” --- Links to all my stories can be found at https://abdlwriter.wordpress.com/

Onward to Adventure! or Faster Mommy... I mean MunMun. Inspired by Lone Wolf and Cub of course.

Very well written! Can wait to see what becomes the naughty girls next? Will we see more of Emma? Will she find her wah to PPR? Will little Sam I mean Daisy be there for their time st the PPR? Love it no spoilers look forward to more!

It was very kind of you to donate your diapers. I'm sure people in need will be very grateful to have them!

No, this is a buddy that I'm 100% sure did not know that as we were discussing diapers, I was wearing one. He's a more distant friend, geographically - I ended up having the conversation with him because I met him at his parents' house in another city, to help him sort out a minor electrical problem they were having. He's been living there because of their situation. I was able to lean on my own experience with my parents, which he was aware of, so I could say "I learned from my experience with my parents that off-the-shelf Depends from the supermarket are not your friend... here's a local supplier that carries decent quality products." Rather than saying "I know from wearing diapers for the last half decade, which ones work and which ones don't.... See this one...? (pulls diaper out from under shirt) This is called a Mermaid's Tale, and truly is one of the better products on the market, although it looks like it was designed by little girls... " I have three friends who know I wear diapers, and so far that has worked out remarkably well - we are currently planning a couple of trips for the fall and the spring, so they don't seem to mind the idea of sharing hotel rooms and condos with me, and in general, it seems like nothing has changed in our relationships (although my one buddy's wife did put a waterproof mattress cover on their guest bed...). But, I can't assume that will be the case with everyone I know, so I am still keeping this on a need-to-know basis.

The expense of the lifestyle. The diapers in the Adult Diaper World are quite expensive, but they are for the most part so adorable.

I was lucky enough to also have experienced time with a mommy caregiver over many years of my ADBL life. However my situation went a bit differently then the original poster had mentioned in their original post. I had corresponded with a lady several times about my lifestyle and she was also interested in being a part of my ABDL life. This was not arranged by just me going to her home after chatting with her though. We had several in person chats about the situation and boundaries. This was also not a 24/7 situation for me at the time. My situation worked out because of the proper planning before hand. Once we finally started we met for a day to do mommy/adult baby things and then sometimes a full weekend. We eventually planned two week long vacations where we planned on being mommy and adult baby and those were wonderful. This was not, like I said a full time thing as at the time I was working fulltime and so was she and I was not using diapers 24/7. So it worked out really well. Now I have retired recently due to a medical condition and she has also retired from being a mommy caregiver. I am now starting to pursue wearing diapers 24/7 and I would love to meet another mommy caregiver in the future that would care for me as a baby 24/7, but I know from experience that it is not easy to find that and if I ever did I know the proper way to go about it.

I always had this inner childlike state to myself. No matter if I was wearing diapers or being treated as a baby, I loved watching cartoons and toddler type shows. Music that made me smile and relax was also children's and toddler type music. This was even my persona before I got into the ABDL world. Growing up, I lived a pretty normal life there was nothing out of the ordinary. The only thing I could possibly contribute to all of this ABDL stuff is I am the youngest of 3 siblings. Now when I say youngest, I am several years younger. My oldest brother is almost 9 years older than me and my older sister is almost 7 years older than me. So growing up I was babied and spoiled rotten. That is the only thing i can contribute this to from my childhood. The rest just comes from who I am and my personality. I, like I said have always had that childlike nature to me. I have always loved coloring playing with Legos and other toys where I could build things. When at the beach, I loved making sand castles. I just feel like I have that inner child still in me I guess.

Have you ever forgotten what diaper you put on? This happened to me this morning. I got up, hit the ground running, ate breakfast as I was getting into the car, drove to a city about 2 hours from here on a goodwill mission, then I jumped back in the car, hightailed it back, and ended up having to stop in a coffee shop parking lot to do a meeting because of traffic - there was no way to get back to my office. I ordered another coffee - uncharacteristically, my third for the day - and sat in a meeting in the car, trying to balance airflow with as few hornets as possible buzzing about me, via adjustments to the windows. I was dribbling absentmindedly away, as is my usual mode of operation, and then a question occurred to me... what diaper had I put on in the dark in my bedroom, trying not to wake up my wife, before I left? I remembered what I'd gone to bed in - a BeDry Elitecare - but I had taken it off because it was too bulky to wear under work clothes. On a sidenote, I woke up dry, so that diaper will see a rare second shift, probably shortly. But what the hell had I put on? I ran a hand down inside my beltline at the hip; it felt plastic. However, I couldn't go visually exploring while on camera. Hmmm... plastic, medium bulk.. felt like it was wet through a good part of its forward construction, but no enormous inflation at the front... Lil' Splash? Lil' Monster? Something medium-duty. Once the call was over, I had a quick peak downunder, and saw that I wasn't too far off base - it was an Incontrol Essential, a white, tape-on Rearz plastic-backed product that is very similar in weight to the Lil' Monster/Splash/Bella line. I'm back home, still in it, and not wearing trousers anymore, because I think I'm close to the end of the runway with this diaper. But it was interesting to genuinely not know, for a few minutes, what the hell I'd put on. Sort of like opening a Christmas present, but one with pee in it.

James is that you? I've missed you so much buddy. Big hugs!🤗♥️

Started the morning with my Threaded Armor for bedtime. Got up and moving about 7ish. Finally put on an ABDry. Not wet, but pushed a small load out just now. Kinda wishing that I could have waited until I got my last load of laundry out, but it was not to be. Just catching up here, Facebook and getting a budget for October ready.

I am new to this page but I am 23 female who is an ABDL I wear them and mess them love to do it in public.. just wanna meet some friends and maybe a daddy open to anything and everything though

I haven’t written a new chapter of it in a while, actually. I got a little burned out on it I think. I still have ideas for it and think of funny interactions between the two of them, but I just haven’t been in the mood to write something new about them in a bit. I wish it were otherwise.

OK I'll try to explain something about what happened towards the end of my spell in hospital, and since then, in particular about getting back into nappies. First, in case anyone was wondering, I was completely constipated for my first 2 weeks in hospital, despite appropriate medication. I wasn't eating much, but eventually more drastic action was needed. Luckily by this time I was able to get out of bed, with the help of nursing staff and physiotherapists, so the eventual result of the inevitable enema was managed on a commode rather than a bedpan. Immense quantities with no major problem, and a huge relief. Still pretty much out of it on opioids of course. So, a couple of days before they were planning to discharge me, a nurse told me they wanted to remove my catheter. I knew this was coming, and to be honest wasn't too worried about it. I explained I had already had incontinence issues and would need to wear protection. As I expected the hospital didn't have anything suitable for patients who are well enough to get out of bed. They're set up for bed-bound patients only, and didn't have anything I could walk around in. So I explained my wife would bring in some nappies, & the catheter removal was put off till the next day. I phoned my wife & asked her to bring in a bag of Betterdry nappies & explained where to find them in the garage. And all that worked fine. The next day we were armed with the Betterdrys, and that evening a nurse pulled out the catheter and put on my nappy. By the way there was no way I was physically capable of putting on my own nappy at this point. The next couple of days nurses changed me in the morning, and in he evening my wife gave me a bed bath and changed my nappy - the first time this had ever happened. She was fine with this. And after that I was ready to go home. The physios had made sure I could just about walk and get up and down stairs. We got a rail fitted to our bed so I could get out of bed in the morning. My wife can't walk well, and certainly wasn't able to help me get out of bed. And so I was discharged and my wife drove me home. What a relief that was, although I felt guilty about the extra workload this would place on my wife. We've managed OK though so far. After a few weeks I was able to start showering myself, and managing to change my own nappies. I can now get out of bed without the rail, and that's gone back to where it came from. A few days ago I went back into washable nappies as well, although only the velcro ones - safety pins are as yet beyond my ability. I'm still on strong painkillers, but I've started reducing them. I'm still not able to do much physically, but every week I can do a bit more. Things are looking up!

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I've had to move this story to my SubscribeStar. I'll still be posting here after subscribers have had exclusive access for a bit. To get the chapters sooner, sign up at https://subscribestar.adult/alexbridges ________ Ch. 3 – Interviewing Jenny Mom sat down with Jenny in the living room, offering her a cup of tea as they began their conversation. “So, what are the most important things I should know about taking care of Reilly?” Jenny asked, her pen poised over the notepad. She was 22, had just graduated college. She hoped to work with young adults with special needs, and she was thinking about a social work degree. In the meantime, she was looking for her first real job, and had experience as a caregiver. She heard about Reilly through a friend of a friend of her mother. Mom smiled reassuringly. “Reilly is a wonderful boy, but he does require some special care. He has a condition that means he needs to wear diapers, and sometimes he can be a bit sensitive about it. It’s important to be patient and understanding.” Jenny nodded, scribbling notes. “And how often should I check his diaper? Should I wait for him to tell me, or do I need to be proactive?” “Be proactive,” Mom advised. “Reilly doesn’t always know when he’s wet or poopy, and when he does, he might not always admit when he needs a change, especially if he’s feeling embarrassed or distracted. It’s usually best to check him every couple of hours. If you notice he’s getting fidgety or irritable, that might be a sign too.” Jenny looked thoughtful. “And if he does get upset or embarrassed, how should I handle it?” Mom takes a sip of her tea, then responded, “Just be calm and gentle. Reilly responds well to kindness. If he’s upset, it helps to remind him that there’s nothing to be ashamed of and that you’re there to take care of him. Sometimes, a little distraction or a change of subject can help too.” Jenny jotted down more notes, then hesitated before asking, “What about discipline? You mentioned he sometimes acts out. How do you usually approach that?” Mom nodded, understanding the delicate nature of the question. “Yes, if Reilly is misbehaving or not cooperating, we do sometimes have to discipline him. That corner,” Mom said as she nodded toward it, “is the timeout corner. We take away toys or screens or privileges if need be. Even better is if we avoid it entirely. Sometimes all it takes is a little break; if you can take him to a quiet room and give him a few minutes to calm down, he’s usually good to go.” “So a conversation or a lecture, do those work?” “Absolutely. Just not always. We always start just with being very calm and clear in giving him directions and a chance to back out of whatever misbehavior he’s gotten himself into. It’s when words don’t work that we have to go escalate the consequences. What we don’t do is ever yell or raise our voice to him.” Mom paused. Several candidates have told her they aren’t comfortable with what she was going to say next. “Reilly sometimes gets too worked up for those consequences, though. Just a few months ago, we introduced spanking to Reilly’s routine, and it surprised us all, but it does work.” “Wow,” Jenny replieed. “That’s a lot. He’s 18.” “Almost 19, but you have to understand we use spanking very sparingly. We save it for disrespect, deliberate disobeying, dishonesty, backtalk, and tantrum. We know when he tantrums he’s not doing it on purpose, but it’s the only thing that can put an end to those episodes when all else fails. When he gets himself in a true tizzy like that, it can intense. Like, a 5-foot-8 toddler throwing himself on the floor kicking and screaming and sometimes even throwing things. We don’t want him to hurt himself or anyone else, so a stinging bottom is well worth it.” “How do you spank,” Jenny asked. “Proportional to the misbehavior. If it’s to stop a tantrum, most of the time all he needs are a couple warning spanks to get his attention. When that doesn’t work, or for misbehavior, We put him over our knee. We always take his pants down but usually leave his diaper up.” “And that gets through to him?” “Yes, even just with our hands through his padding it works most of the time. When we do need to take his diaper down, it’s only for his worst behavior.” Mom paused before adding, “We use the diaper position too if he already happens to be on his back. We try to give him his consequence as soon as possible afterwards so the connection between the behavior and consequence is clear in his mind.” “What else should I know about discipline with Reilly?” “It’s important to be firm but fair. I usually give him a warning first, and if he doesn’t listen, then I follow through. Afterward, I always talk to him about why he was punished and what to do differently next time, and I make sure he knows that it’s done out of care for him, not anger.” “And what kind of misbehaviors are we talking about?” “Arguing about stuff after you’ve let him had his say but he still won’t stop; that’s probably the biggest issue whether it’s screen time, nap time, bath time, bedtime, or change time. He’ll have a dirty diaper, you’ll tell him to come with you, and he’ll look you square in the eye and deny he needs a change. Sometimes it’s because he doesn’t want to stop whatever he’s doing. Sometimes it’s because he’s embarrassed and somehow thinks if he just denies needing a change everyone in sniffing distance will think he didn’t do what he did in his diaper. Or not getting his way; that’s another trigger, of course. Not liking what he’s wearing, or what he’s served, or the choices we give him. But don’t get me wrong; he’s a very sweet boy. He’s always very apologetic afterwards. It’s like he’s really forgetting himself; he doesn’t want to behave like that and knows we’re doing what he needs us to do to help him.” Jenny continued to take notes, wanting to ensure she was fully prepared if she got the job. “Got it. I’ll make sure to be consistent and clear with him. How is he after he gets a consequence, other than apologetic, I mean? What’s his mood like?” Mom smiled. Searching for a caregiver for Reilly had been difficult, and that Jenny was taking notes and asking so many questions told her Jenny was attentive, caring, and trustworthy. “He recovers quickly. He can be a bit subdued if he’s mad at himself, but if you remind him you’re not mad and tell him you’re proud of him for taking his consequence so well, that starts to snap him out of it pretty quick. We always emphasize to him once his consequence is over, it’s over, and everything’s forgiven. I’d say he’s back to his normal self in less than 10 minutes.” “Even after a spanking? I’d think a boy his age would want to be alone for a while and might get kinda pouty.” “No, it’s the same – 10 minutes, usually less, and he’s back to normal.” Mom had been very careful to not draw any parallels between Reilly’s behavior and that of a toddler. While she didn’t say it out loud, in her mind she was thinking how much like a toddler Reilly’s response to consequences could be. He would be upset only for as long as it took for something else to occupy his mind. Jenny took another note. “Understood. Is there anything else I should keep in mind when it comes to his routine or things that might upset him?” Mom thought for a moment, then added, “Reilly’s routine is really important to him. He thrives on structure, so try to keep things as consistent as possible. It’s the same rules and consequences no matter where we are, who we’re with, or who is watching him.” “His siblings watch him sometimes, don’t they?” “Mhmm. Matt not as much, but Julie quite often. More than she can handle, in fact. She lives at home, but she’s in college and works. She’s been a big help and always will be, but we really need someone who can watch Reilly fulltime during the day.” Jenny thought about how awkward that arrangement must be for Reilly and his siblings. “What are other parts of his routine?” “We keep meal times at roughly the same time. He has a midafternoon nap usually around 1:00, but times are flexible. We don’t want his routine to dominate his life to the point where we can’t be away from the house. You know, like we can’t take him somewhere because we won’t be home for his nap at exactly 1:00.” “Do you take him out much,” Jenny asked. She thought about his needs and that the world wasn’t really set up for adults in diapers and their caregivers. “We leave the house every day, even if it’s just for a walk. Being reclusive certainly won’t help him recover. He can be self-conscious around others; he’s easily embarrassed. That’s a good thing, though; not that his pride gets hurt but that he still has some pride. If he were so regressed that he didn’t think anything of people knowing he’s in diapers – though we’re always very careful with his privacy, we can never be perfect – like the way a toddler isn’t bothered by it, that would be a much bigger cause for concern. If you’re wondering about checks and changes away from home, we check him discreetly, and he’s usually pretty good about it. For changes, we use family restrooms or single-person restrooms when we can. The car works, too. Most of the time, though, his diaper can wait until we get home. If it might leak or he’s uncomfortable or if he’s messy, we’ll change him away from home. He doesn’t like it, but he can’t sit in a dirty diaper. If there’s absolutely no where private to change him, we just use the regular restroom; you’d be surprised how tolerant people are of it. They see an 18-year-old in the ladies’ room with his mom or sister and they guess what’s going on. If we’re away from any restroom, like on a hike, we find the most secluded spot we can.” Jenny thought it was a good thing to not keep him at home, but that sounded like an awful lot. “What about discipline away from home? Did we already cover that? I’m sorry.” “That’s okay, dear. This is a lot to take in. Consistency is key, so we do discipline him away from home if we need to, but our options are more limited, of course. You can’t put him the corner when you’re grocery shopping, obviously. We’ll go the restroom or back outside or the car if he needs a moment to calm down. He has learned that he can throw a fit when he doesn’t want to be somewhere and we’ll take him home, but ever since I gave him a discreet swat on his fanny when he tried that, he doesn’t try it anymore.” “Do you spank away from home?” “Only when it’s absolutely necessary. We take him somewhere private. The only time he’s ever gotten spanked in front of someone outside the immediate family was once, and it was because he wouldn’t go somewhere private. He needed a change badly and wouldn’t budge until I gave him five swats over my knee. I hated every second of it probably almost as much as he did, but … He’s too big to just pick up like a toddler and carry. When he doesn’t want to go with you, there’s nothing much you can do except make him wish he did. It was heartbreaking having to do it, but I didn’t have a choice.” “I understand. What else do I need to know?” “He can get overwhelmed if there’s too much going on around him.” Jenny nodded, understanding how important it was to maintain a calm environment. “That makes sense. I’ll be sure to keep things low-key and follow his routine as closely as possible.” Mom continued, “If Reilly does get overwhelmed, he might need some time to calm down. Sometimes just sitting with him quietly or reading a story helps.” Jenny smiled, finding it endearing how thoughtful Reilly’s parents were about his needs. “I can definitely do that. I’ll make sure he feels comfortable and safe.” “One more thing,” Mom added. “Reilly has a bit of a sweet tooth, but we try to limit his sugar intake, especially before bed. If he’s asking for treats, it’s okay to give him something, but just be mindful of the timing.” “Got it,” Jenny said, jotting down the note. “And if something unexpected comes up, or if I’m unsure about how to handle a situation, is it okay to call you?” Mom smiled warmly. “Absolutely. Don’t hesitate to reach out if you need anything or if you have any questions. We want to make sure you feel supported, too.” Jenny had been speaking and asking questions as though she already had the job. The way Mom said that caught her ear. “Does that mean I have the job?” “Yes. We promised Reilly he’d get a say, but that’s a formality.” Jenny felt honored that Mom trusted her with such an important responsibility. “Thank you, Mrs. Thompson. I really appreciate all the guidance. I’m looking forward to spending time with Reilly and helping out in any way I can.” Mom placed a hand on Jenny’s shoulder. “We’re so grateful to have you. Reilly is a special boy, and I know you’ll do a wonderful job caring for him. Just remember, the most important thing is to be patient and to show him that he’s loved. Everything else will fall into place.” As they finished their conversation, Jenny felt a sense of responsibility but also excitement. She knew that taking care of Reilly would come with its challenges, but she was determined to be there for him and to make sure he felt safe, cared for, and understood. _______________ To get the chapters sooner, sign up at https://subscribestar.adult/alexbridges

Hey everyone! I just managed to squeak out another chapter today. I know there might be more exhibition dumping in these chapters than most of you would like, but again, I just need to set up everything at the start so we can really start to have some fun with this story. I am trying to sneak in some other bits of plot, but bear with me for just a bit longer. Just as a reminder, a new poll is up for you all to let me know which story you all would like to read next. Story options and the link can be found back in the beginning of chapter 2. As I mentioned before though, if you feel more comfortable leaving a comment here or as a private message to me, I will count these as well. Additionally, like before, this poll will be shut down right before I post my final chapter on here. Further announcements will be made regarding this when the time gets closer. Last but not least and as usual, I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter! Chapter 3: Dinner Brings Relief, Right? Like a flood of hungry animals, all the students enrolled in the institute filed orderly within the multiple entryways into the large dining hall. Unlike what I had seen with the dining halls that Laura attended at her college from some of her social media posts before I left, here, the food was pre-selected for everyone. Rumors swirled it was to get eventual option B people used to the idea of giving up control or being fed special diets, but everyone always framed the meals as ‘at least they can accommodate allergies and religions.’ It was little comfort to a picky eater like me. Still, we all filled in the seats on the long row tables in the dining hall. Wood paneling and various plaques and a few banners adorned the walls around us. Smells of food cooking wafted throughout and made my stomach growl in anticipation. As I looked around, I saw that in front of our tables was one perpendicular table placed against the large back and clearly main wall and focus of the hall. There, several individual seats were perched, with two of them only slightly above the rest. Once inside, it didn’t take long for everyone to realize that each of those seats were for the faculty. As soon as they all filled in and took their seats, the taller, muscular, and seemingly calculating figure in the middle stood up. “Please, please. Everyone! Take your seats now.” From what I was hearing, it was readily apparent that the central figure was the same as the one that had made the initial announcement. Fortunately, no one seemed willing to test the boundaries of his request, and we all sat quickly and turned our bodies to face him as best we could. “Thank you. My name is Edward Johnson Breckenridge. I am the director of this institute and you all may call me Director, Director Breckenridge, or even just Mr. Breckenridge.” He seemed to pause as if waiting for an applause that usually followed his explanation, but his eyes just narrowed, and he continued today when none came. “Right… for now, I want you all to eat and then once you are done, we can talk about the rules and what is expected of you going forward. Sound good?” No one replied. “I said… sound good?” His voice boomed off the cavernous dining hall this time and every student nodded their heads and quickly replied nearly all as one, “Sounds good!” “Excellent.” His smug smile felt malevolent under the circumstances, but his tone felt like any other kindly leader. Knowing his position though, I felt his smile was more apt to his true personality. “You may begin.” He then waved his hands, and several members swarmed the hall with stacks of trays. In only a matter of minutes, every placement of food of the roughly 400 of us was completed. I wondered how they would be able to keep up with the demand over the next three years for three meals a day. My mind was burning but my brain simply didn’t understand the truth of it all at that point. Tonight’s menu of food was a serving of spiced chicken, rice, potatoes, and a smattering of vegetables. It actually wasn’t bad, but as Luke soon pointed out, we all wondered just how many times we would have this exact meal. The program wasn’t known for their food selections, but it took Bill noting that ‘in a place like this, it could always be worse.’ Almost seeming starving or too nervous to make much chatter tonight, with the looming threat of the rules and expectations coming soon, most everyone stuck to their food. Occasionally, I would look around and try to see the various reactions and hear the conversations going on around me, but all I managed to see was the same situation elsewhere and all the teachers looking at us like prey for their coming tortures. It didn’t help my appetite, but knowing I likely couldn’t find or even have food later, I forced myself to eat what was in front of me now. As soon as the conversations started up later though, several of the servers came back and collected the trays. Not being hungry, I was the last to finish, but even my tray was soon taken away. I only managed to just swallow another gulp of my water before Mr. Breckenridge stood again. “And how did we enjoy the meal tonight?” he bellowed. This time, we all got the gist of his call and response sort of behavior. It was a little annoying after eating, but he didn’t seem like the type that one wanted to upset. “Good!” everyone shouted together. A few ‘thank you’ appreciations were tossed out after, but the single word response seemed satisfactory enough for the director. “I’m glad to hear that. Our cooks work extra hard to make sure that all of us are satisfied and healthy in this program. If you ever see them, please thank them.” Several of us nodded, and the Director seemed pleased enough to move on. “Now, as you might see and feel a bit tonight, there are several of you in here eating as one. Don’t worry, I suspect that will likely change soon.” Several whispers and worries went up amongst our ranks. “What do you think that means?” Bill whispered to the rest of us. “I don’t know,” I replied, “but I don’t think I want to find out personally.” “Shhh!” Tommy hushed both of us. “You’ll get us in trouble.” Bill and I briefly rolled our eyes over the unlikelihood of that happening from some quiet whispering and curiosities, but we still refocused our attention back to Mr. Breckenridge. “Yes, yes. Maybe a bit confusing for some of you,” he continued. “See, unlike other institutions which serve more like the colleges that preceded them and for some of you, that you will go to next, our institute takes a different approach.” He paused and gestured to us. “Go ahead and look around. For the next three years, these are your fellow classmates. When or if they fail, you will see them. We do not hide our option B’s here. Instead, we want you all to see them as they are. Call it your own personal motivations to better yourselves if you will.” “Also, I want to note here that we know that many of you come from privileged backgrounds…” I looked around at our table. None of us seemed to be dirt poor, but rich was never a word that could be used to describe any of us. Instead, my view shifted to a nearby table where Nelson and Dilbert were sitting. The Director’s message was clearly focused on them. “We hope that you will use your privileged backgrounds to help others less fortunate than you instead of lording it over them. Do this, and you will have our thanks.” I wondered how his thanks would manifest, but I already felt low on the totem pole here, and from the looks of the likes of Dilbert and Nelson, I doubted they would truly heed his advice. It was yet another strike against people like us… Mr. Breckenridge cleared his throat and then took a sip of water. “Yes, now, with our program as well, we have determined not to waste our resources on prolonging the inevitable as some other institutes do. If deemed appropriate, new methods of punishment will be implemented immediately.” My heart quickly sank over the realization that there would be no break in our torture here if we started to fail. “The only exceptions for punishment being applied on campus though are those involving hypnotic-conditioning, enforced feminization… either mental or permanent physical changes at least, and deeper levels of enforced chastity and regression therapy.” The whole room went quiet. Only a few of the chirping bugs outside could faintly be heard. “Yes. I thought that might get your attention…” His sneer disgusted me, and I was quickly learning that he was definitely the type of director that would be a problem for anyone who stepped a hair out of line in the next three years. “These procedures will be done at an offsite location and are usually irreversible, so as such, if a student is deemed unfit enough to go there, rest assured, they won’t be returning.” In seconds, the tone and atmosphere of the entire room had shifted. Before, the Director seemed almost jovial and welcoming to us. It felt like any first day of school, but now… even when he tried to give his positives of their program, they just came across as hollow in comparison. “Students will be allowed multiple chances to right their wrongs and can regain what was changed on most levels before then though,” he explained. “Some punishments may be deemed permanent for the duration of a student’s stay, but these will be announced when they are implemented. Still, always remember that those with too many demerits will be sent elsewhere. With that in mind though, know that option B isn’t the only outcome for failed students here…” Gasps and whispers of speculation echoed once more throughout the hall. The Director briefly paused, I suppose to allow all this to fully sink in, and our whole new group looked at each other in shock. “Shit! They’re screwing us over from the start!” Mark complained. “Quiet you idiot!” Bill chastised him. “You’ll get us all into trouble.” “It does suck though,” I countered. Bill essentially just grunted, but from his expression, I could see he felt just as trapped as the rest of us. “Hey… Al of you, quiet! He’s speaking again,” Tommy whispered loudly over his shoulder. I could quickly tell that he was a ‘by the rules’ type of person, which while annoying, I knew could be an asset to our group. While Mark might push the envelope of what was permitted, Tommy could keep us on track to staying within the rules. “Yes, that’s right,” Mr. Breckenridge continued, “and now for our wonderful facul…” The doors then burst open to the rear. We all looked back there and saw a single security guard dragging a nearly twitching student by his side up the center aisle in between the rows of tables. The student looked more or less frozen in agony, but all eyes refocused on the Director as he pressed forward over the table to get a better view of the scene now unfolding before him. “And what is the meaning of this?” I could tell he was annoyed to be interrupted like this, and even the security guard, previously burly and sour, skipped a step in apparent nervousness. “Sorry, sir…” he said quickly. “I found this one by the fence however, trying to escape. As you can see though, he got hit with the tasers on the fence before he was successful…” “Ah.” The Director’s mood quickly softened toward the guard, but his eyes directed at the student still seemed like they could peel paint at 40 yards. After likely seeing that the student was still too stunned to move or really do anything meaningful, the Director refocused his attention on all of us. “Let this be a lesson to all of you. Trying to escape will result in some of the harshest demerits we have to offer.” A few of us turned back to look at the only slightly moving lump of the student in question. I felt bad for him, but thinking back to my own situation, I felt there had to be at least some hope here… ‘Right?’ The Director looked back at the student and sighed. “Well, I suppose this being the first day and all… I can give him a little slack.” Seemingly disbelieving his own words, he shook his head and bristled under his jacket. “Yes… you prop him up somewhere and bring him to my office after we’re done.” “Sir.” The guard nodded and then proceeded to drag the student off to one corner of the room. I saw a few try to poke him or even looked as if they were seeing he was still breathing, but I guess coming out of his tased self, he flicked their efforts away limply and fruitlessly. “Now then… where was I?” Director Breckenridge stroked his wrinkled and bald chin for a moment before snapping his fingers. “Ah, yes! The faculty.” He quickly turned to either side of him to view them more closely. “Just when I mention your name, please stand up and give a wave to everyone.” In seconds, he was back to his more jovial nature, though just having seen his pricklier side, I couldn’t help but see it as just a front now. “Head nurse Cora.” The woman had changed out of her scrubs, but now wore a more professional-looking old fashioned nurse’s uniform. For being someone dedicate to healing, her icy stare seemed to cower and harm anyone who looked at her for too long. Some of fellow staff members even seemed unnerved by her. “Math Teacher, Mr. Bellbody.” His tweed clothing from earlier was still prominently on display and he took a bow before us before grumbling something under his breath. He seemed to want to be here even less than the rest of us students did. “Science studies, Dr. Pismons.” A woman stood up and as she did so, her wiry graying hair bounced on either side of her head. Her buggy eyes almost gave her the appearance of being insane, but her brief wave and smile seemed to indicate something more was lurking beneath the surface. “Medical studies, Mrs. Chen.” Remembering her from earlier, her stiff demeanor hadn’t changed at all and her nod and wave to the crowd seemed to be the briefest and least filled with any kind of emotion whatsoever. I just hoped I would stay as healthy as possible around here with her and Head Nurse Cora being in charge of the program. “Fitness instructor, Mr. Fitzpatrick.” Almost resembling a drill sergeant, his buff muscles stood in contrast to most of the other academics and staff surrounding him. His narrow glare around the room gave me the chills, but he only nodded slightly, his polished dome of a head shining off the overhead lights, and then sat back down. I was already dreading gym class… “Financial matters, Mr. Hunsinger.” The stereotypical bumbling professor, I nearly thought he was going to fall off the stage as he stood up and gave his own form of a wave. The rest of the staff seemed unsurprised though and Mr. Fitzpatrick simply helped him from falling over completely with a look of annoyance on his face… almost like it wasn’t the first time that had happened. Mr. Breckenridge also seemed to roll his eyes, but he just continued after Mr. Hunsinger sat back down like nothing had happened. “Creative department, Ms. Diaz.” Smiling and brimming with more color than the rest, for a moment, I felt more at ease with her than the rest of the staff combined so far. I always had a knack for creativity, so I felt her class would be a nice safe zone in a sea of torment otherwise. “Etiquette and manners, Mrs. Pettigrew.” A true specimen of perfection then stood up. Her hair was done up in a bun and I highly doubted that a single hair was out of place on her head or a thread from her stiff-necked uniform of sorts. She even moved as if she was a manual for how to sit and stand like a ‘lady.’ “Routine studies, Mr. Gray.” Of all the classes listed on my schedule that I saw earlier, I was most confused by his. I wondered what the aging professor would teach us as he stood and waved, but I couldn’t help but feel that a trap was being laid for us there. Easy or routine didn’t always mean safe… especially here. “Household studies, Ms. Sandra.” At last, she seemed like another friendly face in the crowd. She appeared sad however, as she waved and looked out over us, and I wondered just how many cycles of students she had gone through before. How many had she taught that ended up as option B candidates? “And last but certainly not least, basic studies, Mr. Dumphy.” The final staff member stood and even bowed. Like routine studies, I was also curious about his class. Not having seen any sort of class description and not being the most obvious of titles, basics just felt like another trap for us to fall into. After all, if one failed a class like basics, what chance would they have at progressing in an institute where option B was not only common knowledge but a realistic and unfortunate path out of here? “Yes, yes. Thank you all,” Mr. Breckenridge continued after Mr. Dumphy sat down. He then stared back at us with his beady and focused eyes. “These are your teachers or your helpers. Others you might come to find to help you in the future, but for now, these staff members will guide you toward success, or if you choose, your failure at this institute.” I quickly remembered back to what Ben had told me. I had to get to know each of these professors well and become friendly with them. While Mr. Breckenridge had ultimate say in my fate, I would see the teachers for the bulk of the week. If I succeeded or failed in front of them, my fate was almost definitely assured either way. I rapidly resolved it within myself to make sure that my fate was anything but option B. “Now, I will pass the baton over to my assistant, Ms. Sparrow.” Like before, she stood with authority, even next to the Director and didn’t seem the slightest bit shaken by his presence. “Yeah! Let’s all give her a warm welcome!” Director Breckenridge clapped his hands a few times and some of the students joined him, but it turned into mostly just an awkward moment for everyone. Unphased though, Ms. Sparrow continued gracefully. “Thank you, Director Breckenridge, for that warm welcome.” Her gaze shifted out toward us. “And welcome to all you new students. Director Breckenridge and I work closely to ensure that your stay here is both educational and transformative, regardless of the path you may end up on. Please, if you all have any questions, concerns, or just need someone to talk to, my door is always open.” The room remained silent, and I truly wondered if she was a legitimate line of help or just another lure and trap that they could spring on us. Her associateship with the Director cast a poor light on her, but behind her adherence to the rules, I swore I saw at least an ounce of light and maybe even hope in her presence here. “Now then, I want to briefly explain the schedule that you all were given earlier today. First, you all have been divided into three blocks and four groups. At the start, each class will have roughly 30 students in it, and based on your block, you will rotate throughout the weeks here,” he explained. “Every three days, your schedule will rotate. As such, I highly recommend that you all review your schedule the week and night before to avoid confusion with deadlines or what you bring with you to class. Accidental adherence to schedules for the wrong days will not be accepted as valid excuses and you will rack up several demerits if it becomes a pattern.” “Beyond this, you all will have most weekends off and each day you will report here for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, along with the rest of your fellow students and us as staff.” She paused and looked over the staff surrounding her. “That being said… if you are detained by a professor or have prior obligations, with written permission, some meals can be skipped or substituted for another time.” I deeply wondered what all that could be about, but from the pained looks on the faces of at least Ms. Diaz and Mr. Dumphy, I knew it wasn’t something that I wanted to find out about firsthand. “All this will take place for the next two years without exception beyond the periods of holiday leave that we have already noted through the year.” Our first wasn’t until Thanksgiving break unfortunately… practically three long months away. “After those two years, however, you all will be divided into your respective groups once again,” she explained to everyone’s seeming surprise. “Your third year will focus on your life after this institute and focus on the specifics to get you ready for college or a technical field afterward. As part of this, for those of you already curious, we have several wide-ranging topics than span from becoming electricians to government workers to even CEOs one day for some of you. Here, and forgive the saying, but the world is your oyster. Practically, only your imagination will limit you from there. Her face then grew dark, and I knew there had to be another side to the equation. Already on my first day I was learning that there were always two sides to almost everything explained to us. “For those of you who do not meet this institute’s expectations however, like those of you with too many demerits, you will take a specialized class.” “Specialized… yeah right!” Luke muttered, though his voice still reached around the hall. He might have been caught too and already listed with a demerit for his interruption, but he wasn’t the only one with some skepticism about it though. “Direct express to option B, I bet,” Mark agreed. Several of the group nodded in agreement as well, but I stayed silent and motionless. In this case at least, I didn’t want to let that negativity cloud my future path more than it already had. “Silence, silence,” Ms. Sparrow instructed calmly after a moment. Seeing her respect of us was a welcome change of pace from Director Breckenridge, and nearly everyone quieted down much faster than they had with him. “Yes, thank you.” Her eyes seemed to twinkle as she gazed over us. “I know many of you feel like you know what this class will be, but I assure you that you don’t. Still, I need to admit that it isn’t as glamorous as the other classes and another special class will have to be taken once you graduate here before you can move on.” “I wonder how many people actually go to that special class, huh?” Luke was getting edgy in his comments, and I could see him squirm around his chair already. I just hoped this session after dinner, or whatever it was, would end soon… for his sake at least. “And while that time is still a long way off,” she continued, quickly pushing past the whispers and comments being batted around her, “just know that this specialized class doesn’t guarantee a failure or direct path to option B. One can still test out of it if they prove themselves.” “And I wonder how many get to take that test, huh?” Mark and Luke high-fived and I rolled my eyes a bit at their antics. It was a macho show of their strength and uncaring attitudes, but I knew it was just a front. Through it all, everyone looked just as scared and as nervous as I was. “Thank you, thank you, Ms. Sparrow,” Director Breckenridge said, clapping awkwardly once again as he took back the spotlight for the night. Ms. Sparrow sat down, a small glint of annoyance on her face. “Now, for the moment you’ve all been waiting for… the rules…” I could already see that everyone’s eyes were keenly fixed on the Director. These would be our make or break, and we needed to know each and every one of them by heart. Otherwise, option B wouldn’t just be a rumor to us anymore. “The rules are as follows…” He then took a giant sip of his water. “All students must be in their hall by 10 PM for quiet time. They then must be in their rooms with few exceptions by 11 on the weekdays and 12 on Friday or Saturday… with some exceptions.” “Your current room assignment will be determined by the state of your undergarments and further regulations will be noted later,” he noted plainly. “If one is deemed for a specific set of undergarments and found without them later on however, severe consequences will be enacted.” I could almost hear the shudder of the whole room after hearing that rule. Of course, we were all wearing underwear now but based on any of the rumors or just the flat-out viewing of those who had gone through option B already, undergarments were purely code for diapers. It was unspoken by the Director but every guy in the room knew the truth. “There shall be no drinking, no drugs, no smoking, no pleasuring of yourselves, or extended stays of family, outside friends, girlfriends, or any girls of a non-familial relationship at all times. No exceptions for sleepovers.” Several gasps went up amongst us. It was the toughest one to bear for most of us so far. “However, due to our linkage with other programs, we can allow some female company within the dorm rooms if they are solely helping with a facility task of sort. In some cases, we might even actively encourage this.” I saw several people smile, probably thinking that Director Breckenridge was giving us direct permission to bend the rules and have a girl over… even for a little bit. For me though, I saw that small glint in his eyes. He had something up his sleeves with that one exception and a little voice in the back of my mind was telling me that I should actually try to avoid that happening if at all possible. “Without exception, any cursing or back-talk to any staff member or facility guest is strictly prohibited and will be punished with the highest of consequences.” He took another sip of water. “Lastly, when in class specifically or in the presence of a staff member, to speak, raise your hand first. As a warning though, depending on when and where, you may be ignored.” I was starting to hate Director Breckenridge with every syllable and rule he spouted out. I knew these three years weren’t going to be a cake walk exactly, but still… the way he said everything with such glee and vigor, it just made me sick. Seeing him now, he seemed to want to break us at every turn, and in fact, he seemed to find pleasure in finding new ways to do so. I had little time to worry about that though. “Next,” he stated loudly, refocusing everyone’s attention back on him, “violations of these rules will be administered by a head nurse, staff member, Ms. Sparrow, or myself.” Mr. Fitzpatric seemed particularly gleeful over that. “Punishments will include, but are not limited to, diaper discipline and regression therapy,” he began again, each of his words landing like a guillotine already positioned over our heads. It was plain to anyone paying the slightest attention to the world outside that this punishment was a one-way ticket to option B. I had to remind myself to do almost anything to avoid those. “Humiliations of varying degrees,” he continued, “public or within the school will be administered. Either of which depends on the severity and type of rule breakage that occurred. Next, enforced chastity or the provoking of other male privileges will be enforced through either physical or chemical means.” As if on cue, nearly every guy seemed to cross their legs and grimace over that one. “What the heck do you think ‘the provoking of other male privileges means?” Mark questioned the group quietly. Everyone shrugged their shoulders, but I could tell that everyone wanted to both know the answer and avoid it altogether at the same time. “One of our longtime favorites though is the use of spanking,” Director Breckenridge said with a bit too much happiness. I could already see a few other professors smile wickedly at his comment as well. “This could be administered over the knee, with the use of a device, or wherever one is at the time and implements can include hands, paddles, whips, floggers, or whatever is found nearby. Our staff are well-versed in improvisation…” Again, several of the professors chuckled at his comment. I noticed though that a few remained motionless, and Ms. Diaz even seemed angry. “Lastly, bondage or confinement will be observed occasionally.” Of all the ones listed, I wasn’t entirely sure what it would fully entail, so I think I started to worry more about this than all the others… almost even more than the diapers. “Students may also be strapped to devices or chairs at night or in class. Further measures may be added to this particular punishment, however.” He paused and for once since he started the punishments, his face became extremely serious. “Now, trust me… you don’t want to push the rules once this punishment gets going. It can be… a lot… for anyone.” Right about then, I started to notice several others begin to panic. The quiet hold that Director Breckenridge had over the room earlier seemed to shatter quickly. No one dared try to escape, but worried murmurs and curses over the ‘maturity laws’ could clearly be heard through the room. Oddly though, my group, and myself included, seemed more or less motionless and silent. As I looked up at them, for a few at least, they only seemed deep in their own thoughts. “Silence!” Director Breckenridge’s voice boomed even more loudly over the hall, and I saw a few security guards step out from their holdings against the walls, including the one who had brought in the attempted escape student. “That’s better…” Director Breckenridge’s face started to relax after that. “Please settle. We are almost done, and you all can then leave. In front of everyone, however, I also want to note that we the staff will be extra vigilant over security this year to avoid a regrettable incident last year. Steps will be taken to ensure that security personnel do not take punishments into their own hands unless expressly given permission to do so by another staff member.” My imagination started to burn with the possibilities of what exactly had happened, and seeing security did little to ease it at all. Each guard stood more firm, and several of them even seemed worried. I wondered what would happen to them if they violated this rule, but Breckenridge didn’t dwell on the topic long enough for me to speculate further. “Yes, and that concludes tonight’s lesson. These rules will be posted in each hall and common room for your access. Memorize them. Live them. And now, I will leave you with this…” He took one last swig of his water. “Remember this… if you keep out of trouble and follow the rules, the next three years should go quickly. Break those rules however, and the next three years will be the worst of your lives, and you might not even make it to the full term here.” It was a terrible note to end on, but it felt very fitting of the institute that we were now all enrolled in. Little hope and just an emphasis on the rules and the seemingly near impossibility of following each of them and making it to the end. Looking around at everyone as we then left the dining hall, I doubted that anyone truly believed that ‘just following the rules’ would be enough to survive this place. As the crowd soon dispersed to their own halls for the night, our group gratefully stuck together, but we were all still cast in silence. Once we were practically alone though, Mark spoke up. “I need to say something…” “So, say it then,” Bill quipped back. Mark sighed. “I don’t think I can make it the full three years here…” We all stopped dead in our tracks, but with the narrow walkways back to Miller, we quickly had to jump out of the way of everyone else filing back into the remaining rooms. We all stood in silence for a moment, but Bill let out a clear sigh of relief. “Well… you’re not the only one.” “You too?” Mark asked, clearly as surprised as the rest of us. Bill nodded. “I can’t say you’re alone either,” I now freely admitted. Call it machoism or stubbornness, but no one seemed to want to be the first who admitted they were afraid and doubtful of this whole plot, so I held back. Now, we were sharing, but a few members seemed hesitant still. “Tommy? Mark? What about you all? You all feeling crappy about all this yet?” Both were silent, but I had seen them in the dining hall… so now, I just needed to hear what I already knew to be the case out loud. “I… I…” Tommy looked at the ground in distress and even hugged himself. “No… I don’t think I can make it that long…” The whole group then looked at Mark. His usual bouncy and nearly playful self was clearly taking a backseat tonight. “What? Me? Make it all three years? Gessh! Have you seen me? I’m more likely to win the lottery at this point than make it to then intact.” We all smiled, but the realization of our situation was clearly hitting us hard all at once tonight. For me though, I hated just thinking about it. I wanted a pact or something moving forward. I knew friends would only help me. “So… what do we do about it?” Everyone remained silent for a good chunk of time. The sun was setting rapidly, and the lights of the campus pathways started to flick on. I wasn’t sure if lingering outside at night was the best idea, but no one seemed even remotely interested in moving indoors. As Director Breckenridge said, we had until 10, but testing the limits of that the first night seemed foolish. “Well, I might have something we could do…” Luke said quietly. I doubted he had any confidence in his plan, but as opposed to my lack of plans, I would rather hear something than nothing. “Well, go on,” I pushed after a moment. I wanted to hear his plan, and I could tell everyone else in the group did as well. “Uh, it might seem stupid,” he started, which I knew was never a good start to a plan. “I just… what if we escape? Stupid, maybe, but it’s something, right? So, who’s in?” No one said a single word. His plan was batty and just plain foolish, especially after seeing what had happened to the student earlier tonight. Escape wasn’t a plan… it was a near suicide pact here. What’s more, after today, its consequences would be the most severe we could inflict on campus. I semi doubted that notion, but again, I didn’t want to test it out. I wanted to yell in Luke’s face for his stupidity, but the more I thought about everything, the more I felt that it might have been the only option to escape our inevitable fates if we stayed like we were supposed to. With all the rules we had to follow and the reputation of Smeckton, I had started to feel that we were doomed already. If we tried, however, it might have just been the small chance of hope we were all looking for at this point. I had no idea of what would come after for any of us in life or even where we would go, but faced with option B, almost every other plan was starting to seem like a better idea.

I've considered this before, and in fact wrote a story based on my thoughts. This is what I came to: A) It would get boring. AB games are fun for a bit, and it can even be fun to try going 24/7 for a short period of time. However, the thrill would wear off. Even as it is, by the end of a day of AB stuff, I'm often ready for others. B ) You'd miss out on a lot. This is especially true if you want to go REALLY far- ie diapered at all points, no "adult" movies (As in action, horror, etc, not just dirty). Even just committing to diapers would mean some things you can't do, and if you get too "used" to wearing and using them it can cause issues C) in the long, long term, I mean over years, I think I would eventually find it depressing. Kinks hit fun and short term enjoyment, but i always found I got long term satisfaction from other things, like accomplishment, career, etc. I'd want other hobbies. This may not be true for everyone, but I often can't help but imagine how I'd feel as I get older, and a life of only this would feel unfulfilled. I could compare it to playing video games all day every day- even if its fun, I'd eventually want to work at something. Now, this is just for me. Others may find it completely different. However, for me, going 24/7 more then a week or so wouldn't work.