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Friday, June 10, 2016 Mom bought a stroller for me! I can’t believe how far she’s taking this. I thought she just wanted to scare me, but mom picked it up yesterday. It looks like a regular stroller, but it’s bigger. It’s big enough to fit a normal-sized adult, and more than big enough for me. The only difference is that they can attach the car harness to it, and I can’t get out once I’m buckled in. I asked, “Why did you buy a stroller? I can walk.” Mom replied, “That’s the problem. You wander, and then I have to search for you. This way I can keep you close, and I keep my hands free.” I hoped that mom would stop doing this if I was good. She praises me when I play quietly, but she still treats me like a baby. When I try to reason with her, she says that I’m whining too much and puts a pacifier in my mouth. No matter what I do, mom doesn’t seem to realize I’m too old to be treated this way. I tried something different yesterday. Maybe if I act like a real baby, mom will get tired of doing this. I was fussy and clingy, but that didn’t work. I asked mom to carry me, which I thought would make her mad. She didn’t get mad; she apologized because she couldn’t carry me. She said, “I’m sorry honey, you’re too big to carry.” I crawled, but that hurt my knees. Instead of eating dinner, I played with my food, so mom spoon fed me. Eventually mom made me go to bed early, because I was cranky. I don’t think acting like a baby is going to work. I’ll just get treated more like a baby. Sara didn’t let me use utensils for breakfast. She said, “These aren’t toys, and you can’t play with them.” I never know what time it is. Sara let me use her I-pad on Monday, but she hasn’t let me since. The last few days, I play on the mat after breakfast. I poop, and then my diaper is changed. I have no idea what time that happens. There are no clocks in the living room, and there is nothing in my nursery. I have to peak at clocks when I can see them. I can tell the time when I use my computer, and sometimes I check when they change the channel. My highchair doesn’t face the microwave, so I can’t tell what time it is when I’m eating. If I remember, I’ll check before they put me in the highchair. I’m now used to peeing in my diaper. I realized it’s harder to pee when I hold it, so I just pee whenever I think about it. It’s still hard to poop, but I don’t have any other choice. They won’t let me use the toilet. I usually poop after breakfast, and then again after my nap. That’s good, because I’m always home during those times. I don’t know what will happen when I’m not home and I have a messy diaper. I’m not sure what time it was, but I pooped after breakfast. I was playing with my Tonka Trucks in the living room when the urge hit. Sara was cleaning in the kitchen, so I squatted and pushed poop into my diaper. I’ve learned that it’s best to just wait until somebody notices the smell. They put a pacifier in my mouth when I ask about it and I get put in timeout if I ask again. Emily is at camp during the day, so she is usually not home when I poop. However, she was there when I pooped yesterday, and she noticed. It was embarrassing, but at least I didn’t have to sit in a stinky diaper very long. This time it took forever. Sara was cleaning in the kitchen and couldn’t smell it until she checked my diaper. She noticed the smell after she walked into the living room. She said, “Whoa! I think somebody has a poopy diaper. Let’s see.” She asked me to walk over and checked the back of my diaper to inspect the mess. “Yes, you do! And no whining! You waited for me. Good job, Eddie!” I can’t imagine what Sara is thinking when she has to change one of my poopy diapers. I almost gagged when I smelled my cousin’s diaper, and she was only two years old. However, both Sara and mom act like they enjoy it. They will even gloat about how stinky my diaper is and praise me when I make a big poop in my diaper. This one was big and extra mushy. Sara praised, “Look at all that poop! What a big poopy mess. I bet that feels good to get all that out of your tummy.” I wanted her to stop, but I had a pacifier in my mouth and couldn’t say anything. Sara put some shorts and a T-shirt on me after changing my diaper, which meant we were leaving the house. I didn’t want people to see me this way and didn’t want to leave. I asked, “Where are we going?” Sara smiled, “I’m going to the mall with Nicole.” I’ve known Nicole my whole life, because she’s been friends with Sara since preschool. We used to play together when we were little kids, but now I’m just Sara’s little brother to her. I cried, “She’ll see me; you can’t do that.” Sara didn’t seem to think that was a problem. “Why does that matter?” “She’ll see my diapers.” Sara laughed, “Oh, you’re still hung up on that. She’s going to find out eventually.” I pleaded, “Please! She’ll think I’m a baby.” Sara rolled her eyes. “Eddie, she already thinks that anyway.” I protested, “What! Stop saying that! She’s not that much older than me.” That’s true. Even though Nicole is going into 12th grade, she is less than a year older than me. “Eddie, please stop. I don’t want to put you in timeout.” It was more of a plea than a scolding. I begged, “Can’t I stay here?” Sara calmly replied, “No, there is nobody who can watch you.” “Can’t I stay with dad?” Sara looked exasperated. “No, you can’t. Daddy’s working, and he’s going to leave before I get back. Besides, he’s not allowed to babysit you.” She put a pacifier in my mouth and said, “Stop whining!” Sara dragged me to her car, and then put the stroller in the trunk. I started to cry. I couldn’t help it. I begged, “Please, no! It’s embarrassing! Don’t do this to me!” Thankfully, Sara didn’t get mad. She hugged me tight and gently said, “Eddie, relax. Calm down.” She kept rocking me back and forth until my breathing slowed and I calmed down. Finally, she asked, “are you okay?” I nodded, and she continued. “Look, I’ll make a deal with you. I won’t do any of the baby stuff, but you’ve got to promise that you’ll be good. You stay close, and don’t whine, and I won’t treat you like a baby.” I looked at her and nodded. “Okay.” “But, if you run away or start to pout, I’m putting you in the stroller. Is that understood?” I nodded. I asked, “What about Nicole? What are you going to tell her?” Sara answered, “I’ll tell her that you got in trouble, and mom won’t let you stay home by yourself. She’ll believe that, because she knows what mom is like.” I still wasn’t happy about it, especially after Sara put the car harness on me. I sulked in the backseat. When Nicole saw me, she asked, “What’s up with Ichabod? Why is he coming along?” Sara kept her word and didn’t say anything about the diapers, or the baby treatment. She said, “Eddie got in trouble and can’t be left alone. There isn’t anybody at home, so he has to come with us.” “What did he do?” Sara replied, “I don’t know. I just know that mom doesn’t trust him to be alone, and he needs to be supervised all the time.” Nicole pointed at the harness and asked, “What’s up with that? It looks like a car seat.” Sara sighed, “Oh that. Eddie kept taking his seat belt off, so my mom bought that for him.” Nicole joked, “your mom has some wacky punishments.” Sara sighed, “Tell me about it.” After we got to the mall, Sara reminded me. “Remember, stay close.” I wanted to be good, I swear, but all they wanted to do was look at clothes. It was so boring! I know this sounds stupid, because I’m too old to play with toys, but I still like to go to a toy store. It’s fun to look at the toys, even if I can’t play with them. I thought I could sneak out and get back before Sara noticed. I was only in the toy store for a few minutes. I went back to the store that I thought they were in, but I didn’t see them. I knew I was in trouble, and I was afraid that I was stranded. I found a place to sit and waited for Sara to find me. I don’t know how long I waited, but it felt like a while. Sara saw me and said, “There you are! Eddie, you scared me. Where did you go?” She looked relieved, but I knew she was mad. I started to answer, “I—.” Sara shook her head and said, “Don’t bother explaining yourself. You already know what’s going to happen.” She turned to Nicole and said, “I’ve got to get something out of the car. I’ll meet you in the food court.” Sara grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the mall. I thought about running away, but I knew that would be a mistake. I was already in big trouble, and that would only make it worse. Where would I go, anyway? We got to the car, and Sara said, “Don’t you dare move. Stay right here.” She took the stroller out of her trunk, and I cried, “Please! I’m sorry. No! Please Sara.” Sara scowled, “Sorry, mister. I warned you, and you messed up. Now sit!” “But, please.” “Eddie, I can’t trust you, so now you have to sit in the stroller.” I paused and shook my head. Sara wanted to cuss but stopped herself. “I swear to God, Eddie. Sit down! This is only going to get worse if you don’t get in the stroller.” It was more out of fear than anything else, but I reluctantly sat in the stroller. Sara secured the harness, which locked me in, and said, “this is for your own good. You’ve proven that you can’t be trusted, and I need to keep you safe.” She put a pacifier in my mouth and said, “You can cry all you want, but you aren’t getting out of the stroller.” I didn’t want to lift my head when Sara pushed me back to the mall, because it felt like everybody was looking at me. When I finally did look up, nobody seemed to notice the big kid in the stroller. Nicole noticed right away and asked, “What the hell, Sara? Why is Eddie in a stroller?” Sara scoffed, “Isn’t it obvious? Eddie keeps running off, so he has to stay in his stroller.” “Why does Eddie have a stroller, and where did you get it?” Sara sighed, “It’s a long story.” “I don’t care. This I’ve got to hear.” Sara explained, “Well, you know how I used to wet my bed?” Nicole laughed, “Used to? If you say so.” Sara blushed, “Stop it. I don’t do that anymore, but Eddie still does. He’s done it his whole life, and my mom found a program to help him.” Nicole looked perplexed and asked, “But why would that include a stroller?” Sara replied, “Well, they don’t think he’s fully potty trained, so we have to start all over again. Until then, he gets treated like a two-year-old.” Suddenly, Nicole got a sheepish grin. “I think you’re lucky that never happened to you, considering all the times that your little tinkles made us leave someplace early.” Sara blushed, and then Nicole turned her attention to me. She squeezed my diaper and asked, “Does the baby need his dipey changed?” Sara’s demeanor changed, instantly. “Stop that! Don’t tease my brother!” “What, I was just checking his diaper.” “No, you weren’t. You were making fun of him, and I’m not going to let you do that. It’s not Eddie’s fault.” Sara continued, “I’m serious. We can’t hang out if you’re going to act like that.” I guess Nicole realized what she did, she genuinely looked remorseful. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.” Sara shook her head, “It’s not me that you need to apologize to, you need to apologize to Eddie.” Nicole kneeled down and said, “I’m sorry, Eddie. I didn’t mean to make fun of you.” I never know how to respond to an apology like that. Even if it was sincere, she hurt my feelings. There was an awkward moment, until Nicole asked, “So, how should I treat Eddie?” Sara replied, “Well, if you can’t be nice, it’s best to say nothing. Would you tease a two-year-old like that?” “Of course not.” “Then don’t tease Eddie like that.” I don’t know why, but it felt good when Sara responded that way. She could have piled it on, and she had the right to be mad. I was such a brat, but she was super protective of me. Sara continued, “Just treat him like any other little kid.” Nicole looked ashamed, but then said, “No, seriously Sara. His diaper is really wet. You should change it before it leaks.” Sara felt my diaper. “Oh my, yes! Do you know where we can change his diaper? He can’t go in the women’s bathroom.” “There is a family bathroom next to Macy’s.” The family bathroom was occupied, so we had to wait outside. It was even more embarrassing because I was in my stroller, and everybody could see me. Finally, a lady came out with a little girl. The girl was obviously in diapers, even though she looked too old to need them. She might have been four feet tall and looked embarrassed when she saw me. The mom and Sara shared an awkward glance as we passed each other, but nobody said anything. Nicole seemed to take the diaper change in stride, and didn’t say anything else until we sat down for lunch. She asked, “Do we need a highchair?” Sara glared back, then Nicole replied, “Sorry, I was just wondering. You said that you treat him like he’s two.” Sara shook her head and said, “We don’t need to do that. I don’t think Eddie would fit in that one anyway. The one at home is bigger.” Nicole looked surprised, “Does he really have a highchair? This I’ve got to see.” Sara nodded, “Eddie has everything that a two-year-old has.” Sara poured a small soda into my sippy cup, and then gave me some chicken tenders. “I probably shouldn’t let him drink soda, but they don’t have any milk. Oh well, it doesn’t matter if he pees.” After that, Nicole didn’t seem to pay much attention to me. She never talked to me, even when she watched me while Sara was in the fitting room. She just rocked my stroller back and forth. She didn’t even talk about me. She came home with us and was shocked when she saw my nursery. “It’s like he’s a real baby.” “Yeah, I told you. Eddie is a little kid. It’s not like he has ever been a big kid, anyway. I mean, he went to a toy store. Everybody else would have gone to the record store.” Nicole laughed, “It’s funny, but he looks natural this way.” “Eddie’s doctor said he’s stunted because he isn’t fully potty trained.” Nicole joked, “Hey, that sounds familiar.” Sara scoffed, “You’re one to talk, Miss peed her pants in seventh grade.” “That only happened once. It’s not like it happened twenty times.” Sara defended herself. “I have a medical condition, what’s your excuse?” Nicole smirked, “Just remember, now I know what to do the next time you pee your pants and we have to leave before I’m ready.” I woke up from my nap with a stinky diaper. Nicole was still at our house, and Sara asked her, “It smells like Eddie has a poopy diaper, do you care to do the honors?” Nicole shook her head. “I only handle the yellow ones.” Sara replied, “Well, I guess that’s what I’m getting paid for.”

Chapter 33: So the Plot Thickens(Or Maybe the Padding?) After an hour of Emma going through the administrative tasks Charity sent her and responding to Charity’s email, she saw Chad stand and walk over to her. Emma didn’t move her head, staring at her laptop and trying to ignore his presence as he leaned down, his hand going to her diaper and Emma blushed, looking up to him as he smirked. Chad’s hand squished the dry padding, his finger hooking into the leg hole as an added measure to check her, “Hm. Someone’s still dry.” Emma blushed, feeling embarrassed that she didn’t even realize he was checking her diaper, not feeling her up like she’d hoped in the dark recess of her brain. Chad stood and walked away to the mini refrigerator that Emma hadn’t noticed was also near the new cubby shelves. Emma blinked as he pulled out a baby bottle with water. He turned and met her stare, “Come over here to the couch, baby Emma. It’s baba time.” He said, eyes bouncing in humor at her stunned stare back. Emma shifted off of her seat, hesitantly walking over to the couch where Chad leaned back on the couch and held out his arms. Emma paused with a scrunched face as the pacifier dropped, “Do I have too?” Chad’s bouncing eyes switched to irritated, “Do you want to repeat that or do you want to be a good girl?” Emma blinked, realizing she would probably get a punishment if she poked any farther. Emma shook her head, “Sorry.” She shuffled closer and sat on his lap, moving onto Chad as he shifted, gathering her in his arms too easily. Emma didn’t have another second to think as the baby bottle’s nipple was firmly pressed into her lips and she opened her mouth, not feeling the water move. After an awkward moment of Emma realizing that she’d have to suckle the bottle, she shifted and suckled. At first, it wasn’t a great rhythm or pace and took a few minutes until she got the hang of it. Emma blinked, wondering if he gave her tap water because it tasted slightly metallic as she drank, but she couldn’t speak so it wasn’t like she could ask. She kept drinking obediently, not daring to stop. After a few moments of getting down one-fourth of the bottle, she tried pulling back but Chad held firm, “Drink it all, little Emma.” He said softly with an encouraging smile. It took every ounce of her to not roll her eyes as she kept suckling. The whole time she was staring at the bottle and her eyes met Chad’s finally. Emma’s green eyes shifted in his sudden affectionate look down. His brown eyes were a warm caramel. They were lovingly looking down, melting at his cute little baby’s lost look. The moment felt so intimate to Emma and not in a sexual way. Emma felt so coddled and loved as she suckled and he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the change in his expression. “Good baby Emma. Drink it all.” He coaxed as Emma was almost done with the water, her stomach feeling full of all she drank. “Good girl.” He praised as he took the bottle away from her lips. His hand sliding to the diaper and patting, “And now that you have your diapers we won’t have anymore accidents, hm?” He said, his hand traveling up to her stomach and his fingers circling in a caress. Emma couldn’t hide her smile, shifting and nuzzling her head into her shoulder, feeling suddenly shy as he looked down to her. “Oh, is baby Emma hiding now from Daddy?” He asked softly in her ear, his hand going to her cheek and brushing it as he leaned in, kissing her hair, “You’ve been such a good baby this morning. I think that earned you some coloring time, how does that sound?” Emma pulled her head away to look up, not speaking as he shifted to sit up, “Let’s go back to your desk. Daddy has a meeting at 9AM that he wants you to be good for, hm?” Emma opened her mouth in confusion, she didn’t see a meeting on Chad’s calendar that morning, “Is it a-“ Chad plopped the pacifier in her mouth to stop her from talking. “Shhhhhhh, no need to fuss little baby.” Chad hushed her and suddenly stood as Emma almost dropped the pacifier in a gasp of his strength. He cradled her to the chair and set her down gently, “No more big girl work for the next hour.” He said, closing her laptop and moving her coloring books in front of her, “Can you color one page for Daddy while he’s in his meeting?” Chad asked, smiling down and ignoring her annoyed stare back. Emma just wanted to know if it was an in person meeting or Zoom, ugh! Emma had assumed it must have been Zoom considering the pacifier on her face and her diaper bulging between her legs. She wouldn’t put it past Chad to have a meeting with Sav or Derek though. The thought made her blush and she stopped those thoughts before she got too dizzy with humiliation. Emma blinked down to the kids coloring books, trying to stop fuming at Chad’s insufferable belittling comments. She had three options, one was Disney princesses, another was dinosaurs and her third option was a Lion King coloring book. Emma grabbed the Lion King coloring book and looking through it as Chad placed crayons in front of her, opening the seal of the 96 Crayola crayon pack as if she couldn’t do it herself. Emma was beginning to find that even the little actions Chad did was insulting to her adulthood as she frowned underneath her pacifier, suckling unintentionally from her irritation as he walked back over to his desk. Emma sighed softly as she bit the nipple of the pacifier and settled on a page with Timon, Pumba and Simbon trotting through a forest. Emma opened the crayons, the smell of them entrancing her into a littler state, feeling like she went back in time and was a kid again. The excitement and freedom of any color was at her fingertips as her eyes greedily bounced at the colors. She grabbed a few crayons and could see Chad’s head turn to her for a few moments before he went back to his email. Emma went to work as she began coloring the lush forest around the characters in hues of green, blue and purple. It was relaxing and calming as she shifted, moving one knee in front of her and her ankle under her so she could sit better to have a better coloring angle. Emma knew she was giving Chad a perfect view of her diaper and onesie crotch underneath her skirt, yet that part of her welcomed the attention. She saw his glance again out of the corner of her eyes and tried focusing on her coloring, feeling her face flush. After a moment or two, he went back to his work again. After a good half an hour, Emma was 2/3rds of the way done and had sat crisscrossed again. Her mind was so into coloring she almost forgot her impending doom of her bladder. She shifted a few times, her bladder creeping up faster than usual and she paused, feeling her bladder twinge as if all the water she drank was flooding her suddenly. Emma had never felt an urge to pee hit so suddenly. That was strange. Her eyes shifted at her coloring page, her eyes going up to Chad who was watching her silently for a moment with a knowing smile placed on his face. Emma shifted in confusion as Chad’s eyes bounced in humor, hearing a knock at the door as her head turned to the door. “Come in.” Chad announced as Emma dropped the pacifier in horror, seeing who walked in the room. ________________ Thanks everyone for your patience in this chapter coming out! I am trying to post one chapter at the least per week between recovering from a cold and writing in my spare time. Hoping you all are enjoying this as much as I am writing! This is definitely a 'slower' plot as I'm developing the characters and Emma's entrance into the ABDL world. It's fun to write at a slowed pace and soon some parts will pick up soon here. I wanted to float this story around the main DDLG dynamic but also aspects of mental health plus an underlying plot of the story that progresses. This is a plot that's interwoven and may seem like an ABDL trope office & baby situation... but is it? I guess we will find out. It's much more emotion heavy than I've ever written and I hope everyone is strapped in for the rollercoaster ride!

but, in some ways, isn't she just doing her best? isn't she kind of a victim of this culture too? *shrugs* I like to think she's more complicated than just a terrible mother Anyway! Here's a short update! I plan to do more writing tomorrow, so hopefully I can give you another tomorrow! Chapter Twenty-Six Rei’s heart somehow simultaneously leapt into her throat and sunk into her stomach as she opened the front door of her house to find her mother standing in the foyer, arms crossed and face scowling. “Hi, Mom,” she said weakly. “And where have you been?” “At school,” Rei responded, knowing it was probably the wrong answer but not knowing what else she could say. “So, you went to class today?” Rei chewed her bottom lip and said nothing. “Well?” “…no,” Rei admitted. “Where did you go instead?” “I was just…hanging out with a friend,” her mother clearly knew the score, maybe telling the truth was the best option, but Rei wasn’t going to give any details she didn’t absolutely have to give. “What friend?” This question was a little harder to answer. Rei knew that her mother knew that she didn’t have many friends, just like Rei knew that her mother would be suspicious of any friends she met at college, especially given the recent arrest of two girls Rei had unfortunately admitted to at least knowing of. Rei desperately wished she knew more of what her mother knew; for example, had she seen Riley dropping her off? “Just…a friend,” Rei finally replied rather weakly. “A friend from school? From college?” Rei nodded. “A friend you met while skipping class?” “No!” Rei shook her head, “we’ve been eating lunch together.” “Ah,” her mother said, “and, this friend, did she convince you to skip class?” Rei chomped down on her bottom lip. “And stop chewing your lip,” Ms. Akiyama commanded, “it’s unbecoming and you’ll tear your lip up.” “Yes, Mom,” Rei forced herself to stop. “So?” Rei knew very well that she was backed in a corner and there was no answer that wasn’t going to get her in trouble. The thing was, Rei never used to worry about getting in trouble. Mostly because she had always been well-behaved and a good student. For most of Rei’s life, she had been an ideal daughter—the envy of other parents, even. She wasn’t used to getting in trouble, and she wasn’t sure how to deal with it, nor did she have any practice maintaining her cool under the kind of pressure and scrutiny she was now dealing with. So, she did the only thing she could think of; she shrugged. “You don’t know?” Rei nodded. “I see,” Ms. Akiyama pursed her lips thoughtfully. “Was it the girl who drove you home?” Shit. Her mom had seen Riley dropping her off after all. Rei nodded again. “So, you’re hanging out with girls can drive? How old is she?” Rei shrugged, genuinely uncertain how old Riley was. She was pretty sure the girl was twenty-two, but her top priority was still withholding as much information from her mother as she could. “Is she emancipated?” Ms. Akiyama probed. Rei hesitated but nodded. It was either admit Riley was emancipated or give her mom the impression she was driving without a license. “I see,” Ms. Akiyama said plainly. “I don’t think I like you hanging out with girls like that, Rei; she seems like a bad influence.” “She’s not!” Rei broke her silence without thinking about it to leap to Riley’s defense. “Then how else do you explain why you are suddenly skipping classes and lying to me?” Rei bit her lip again and shrugged. God, what she wouldn’t give to be anywhere else right now. It had been a mistake to skip class, and Rei was very much regretting it right that second. She felt a burning behind her eyes that warned her tears were on their way. Ms. Akiyama sighed and threw her hands up in the air at Rei’s stonewalling. “Here’s the deal, Rei,” she spoke firmly and slowly to hide her uncertainty, “I’ve allowed you to go to college so far despite my best judgement, but I think you’ve proven that you are not yet mature enough for such an environment.” Rei’s stomach twisted in knots as she realized where this was going, “mom,” she said weakly, “please…” “You’re hanging out with a dangerous crowd,” Ms. Akiyama continued as if Rei hadn’t spoke, “you’re skipping classes, you’re getting all sorts of dangerous ideas in your head, and I’m afraid you are going to get yourself in trouble. I won’t allow you to do that, Rei. You are going to be safe and happy and healthy if it kills me, do you understand?” A tear rolled down Rei’s check. She wiped it away but said nothing. “Do you understand?” Ms. Akiyama repeated more loudly and more insistently. Rei just nodded weakly. “Good,” Ms. Akiyama nodded perfunctorily. “I’ve gone against my best judgement so far, Rei, in large part because I knew how much college meant to you, but, since you are now skipping classes, apparently, I was mistaken about how much it meant. So, from now on, I’ll be using my best judgement, which means I’m going to be withdrawing you from all of your college classes.” The words reverberated in Rei’s head, and she started to quietly cry. “If you wish to continue attending school,” Ms. Akiyama continued, trying her best to ignore her daughter’s crying, “we can sign you up for an extended high school program.” Rei just nodded, and the only sound in the Akiyama house for a long moment was Rei’s sniffles. “Good,” Ms. Akiyama said, finally breaking the silence, “now, go to your room; you can come out when dinner is done.” Chapter Twenty-Seven Rei spent much of that evening trying to work up the courage to text Riley and let her know why she wouldn’t be seeing her around campus anymore, but she was never quite able to muster it. Instead, she fell asleep early, slept fitfully, and woke up soaked. “I’m sorry, Rei,” her mom said when she heard the news, “that’s the third day in a row,” she added, as if Rei needed to be reminded of that particular fact. Rei marched into the kitchen to join her mother at the breakfast table with the grim determination of a soldier marching into battle. She expected a repeat of yesterday’s awkward breakfast, but today she did not have the retreat of needing to rush off to school. Today, she had nowhere to go to escape her mother’s needling. She sat down in front of a plate of toast, scrambled eggs, and some fresh strawberries, and silently reached for the jar of jam in the center of the table. Ms. Akiyama said nothing as she watched her daughter spread the jam across her toast. She bit into her own and chewed thoughtfully. She had already made plans to run into Heather and Megan Eckridge this afternoon completely spontaneously and entirely coincidentally at Babies R Us, but how best to broach the subject? She had considered simply telling Rei they had to run some errands and springing it on her, but she quickly realized how many ways that might go poorly. No, it was best Rei get all her pouting and sulking out beforehand. Rei at first welcomed her mother’s silence, but as it stretched out, it began to make her anxious. She could chalk it up to her mother being extra tired or simply not talkative that morning, but she hadn’t even greeted Rei. She tried to focus on eating her breakfast and not letting on how her nerves were stretching to a snapping point. “So,” Ms. Akiyama said at last. Rei held her breath. “I have some errands to run this afternoon,” Ms. Akiyama said, deciding to come at this sideways, “since you don’t have anything else to do today, I figured you could go with me.” Rei shrugged, that didn’t seem too bad. But she was still on high alert. “Okay,” she agreed tentatively. “I want to run by Target and pick a few things up,” Ms. Akiyama went on to explain, “and do some light grocery shopping, and then I thought we’d swing by another store to pick you up some supplies.” Rei’s stomach dropped. She didn’t mean…did she…? An awkward silence ensued. Rei was too worried about the answer to ask the question she wanted to ask, and Ms. Akiyama was too worried about how her daughter was going to react to move on. The moment stretched on for eternity before it was finally broken. “Sound good?” Ms. Akiyama asked just as Rei was asking, “Supplies?” “You know,” Ms. Akiyama responded, gesturing vaguely with her fork, “for your, uh…well, nighttime supplies, you know.” Rei felt the color drain from her face. This was exactly what she had been dreading since the first morning she had woken up wet. Of course, she had known it was inevitable if it kept happening, there was no sense in her washing sheets every morning if it could be avoided. Rei had just desperately wished it could be avoided. It had been embarrassing enough wearing pull-ups to bed the last time she had had this particular problem, and, somehow, the fact that she knew she’d actually be joining the majority of girls her age didn’t give her comfort considering the other things most girls her age did. “Mom,” Rei began, trying to keep her voice steady, trying to make sure it didn’t sound like she was whining. “It’s only been three nights, can’t we…wait for that?” “It’s already been three nights in a row,” Ms. Akiyama repeated the same fact Rei had recited but with different enough inflection to make it seem like a valid counterpoint. “I know you aren’t thrilled about this, but it’s got to be better than waking up in wet sheets, right?” Ms. Akiyama was actually pleasantly surprised by how well Rei was taking this, but she hadn’t let her guard done yet, it was still possible Rei was waiting to explode. Rei sighed with resignation. She wanted to fight, she wanted to resist, but having college taken away from her the same week she started wetting the bed again was a double punch to the gut that had effectively taken the fight out of her. For the moment, at least. Besides, as much as she hated to admit it, her mom was right about that last part. It wouldn’t be too bad being back to wearing pull-ups at night, and certainly no one had to know. More specifically, Riley didn’t have to know. “Yeah, okay,” Rei stabbed a bit of scrambled egg with her fork and ate it pleasurelessly. It wasn’t like she’d be expecting to have a good day.

Sorry about the long delay. I had an offer of some feedback from a talented author that I took, and over the last month I've had quite the education as I wrote the rest of the story. It's certainly not perfect, but it's a lot better than it would have been. Of course, I'm still an amateur, and any rough spots, inconsistencies, or generally bad writing remain my own fault! I did go through and update the first 6 chapters, but the changes are intentionally tiny and don't affect the story so far. More than 30 chapters to go... Chapter 7: Memories I stood in Abby's room, clean sheets in hand, ready to make the bed. As I tucked in the corners of the fitted sheet, my hand brushed against something under the bed. The unexpected touch sent a jolt through me as I got what felt like a papercut. Looking to see what had injured me I reached down and my fingers encountered the rough cardboard of a box. I pulled it out, a cloud of dust bunnies rising and tickling my nose. Curious, I opened the box. Inside were several bags. Youth-sized pull-ups and diapers - remnants of Abby's struggle with bedwetting. I knew she struggled as a teenager, but at some point as her body developed as might be expected she only talked to her mother about such things, and Emily must have helped her keep this secret from me. A wave of guilt washed over me, mingled with a strange excitement that made my cheeks burn with shame. With trembling fingers, I pulled a white plastic diaper from the bag. The backing crinkled softly, a sound that instantly transported me back to my own childhood. I was suddenly seven years old again, lying in bed as my mother carefully fastened a diaper around my waist, her gentle touch both comforting and embarrassing. "There you go, sweetie," she'd say, her voice soft and reassuring. "Try to be dry in the morning." The memory was so vivid, I could almost feel the snug embrace of the diaper, the way it hugged my hips and made me feel secure. But with that security came a deep sense of shame, a feeling that I was different, somehow less than my peers who didn't need this kind of protection. As I ran my fingers over the white diaper's surface, I marveled at how the touch and feel of a simple object could unlock so many deeply buried emotions. The soft padding yielded under my touch, and I found myself pressing it to my face, inhaling deeply. The faint scent of baby powder tickled my nose, bringing with it a rush of conflicting feelings - comfort, security, shame, relief. My mind raced, comparing this moment to my experiences in college. Back then, when I'd experimented with wearing adult diapers, it had been purely about the physical sensation. I knew I was looking for… something…, but hadn’t found it. The diapers I'd bought were thin, utilitarian things, nothing like the thick, secure diapers of my childhood. They had satisfied a curiosity, but never truly connected to the deeper emotional need I was only now beginning to understand. This diaper, though - it was the missing link. It bridged the gap between my past and present, explaining why my recent experiences had been so powerful. The thickness, the plastic backing, the baby powder scent - all of it combined to create a sensory experience that spoke to a part of me I'd long tried to ignore. My legs suddenly felt weak, and I sank onto the edge of Abby's bed, the mattress protector crinkling beneath me. I held the diaper in my lap, staring at it as if it held the answers to questions I hadn't even known I was asking. A whirlwind of emotions swept through me - excitement at rediscovering this long-buried part of myself, anxiety about what it might mean, and a deep, gnawing guilt over the deception I was perpetrating on Emily. How could I explain this to her? How could I make her understand that this wasn't just about bedwetting, but about a fundamental need for comfort and security that I'd been denying to even myself for years? The thought of her potential disgust or rejection made my stomach churn. A noise from downstairs jolted me from my reverie. Emily was moving around in the kitchen. What if Emily walked in right now? I could picture her face, the confusion and disgust in her eyes as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. Would she think I was some kind of pervert? Would she be able to understand the complex emotions driving me, or would she simply recoil in horror? Panic seized me as I realized how this must look. My heart pounded in my chest as I scrambled to my feet, nearly tripping over the box in my haste. With shaking hands, I shoved the diaper back into the box and pushed it under the bed. I could hear Emily's footsteps on the stairs now, growing louder with each passing second. I lunged for the sheets, my fingers fumbling as I tried to finish making the bed. As I smoothed out the last wrinkle in the comforter, I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. But I knew something fundamental had shifted. The connection I'd just made couldn't be undone. My hands tingled where they had touched the diaper, and my heart continued to race, a physical reminder of the emotional journey I'd just experienced. I joined Emily in the kitchen, trying to act normal, but the weight of my secret hung heavy on my shoulders. I smiled and laughed, but inside, I was already bracing myself for the inevitable fallout. I had opened Pandora's box, and now I would have to deal with the consequences, whatever they might be. The contrast between my past shame and my current curiosity was stark. As a child, I'd felt nothing but embarrassment about needing diapers. In college, it had been a secret thrill, but ultimately unfulfilling. Now, as an adult struggling with changes and uncertainty, I found myself longing for the comfort and security they represented, even as I grappled with the implications of that desire.

@Reddy .Since your incontinence was caused by the removal of both sphincters, it is indeed irreversible. No surgery can ever replace them. This situation almost never occurs, except in cases of medical malpractice or, as in your case, intentional surgical removal. Diapers, foley catheters, indiana pouch or a urostomy are the only options for dealing with the incontinence. Missing sphincters are as irreversible as missing limbs. Every specialist will have to tell his or her amputee patient to just learn to live with it. There is no point in getting angry about it. As a long time stent user I know exactly what it is like to wet myself all the time, to always be in a wet diaper, to never feel clean, to never enjoy a dry diaper for longer than a minute at most. For me, the hardest part of it wouldn’t be the diaper I would have to wear for the rest of my life. The hardest part would be the constant peeing around my private parts, like a constant and hard to ignore reminder that I am incontinent. It’s quite mentally taxing to deal with. I found it hard to understand how you seemed to be so convinced at first that you wanted to become irreversibly incontinent and completely dependent on diapers and then later, when you had succeeded, felt it was unfair that you could no longer do certain activities (so easily). The limitations you said you encountered unexpectedly were so predictable to me that I seriously began to think you were fooling us by pretending that the world had suddenly turned against disabled people for no reason. When in reality, you were the one making yourself incontinent for what most people would consider 'no valid reason'. I was truly confused by this inexplicable turnaround in your perception of true diaper dependency. If you are completely incontinent and can't even go a few seconds without a diaper, then of course your life changes drastically. Some activities become extremely difficult or even impossible. That's a fact. But I am glad that you seem to have accepted that you now have a body with new characteristics and that it will need extra care for the rest of your life. Thanks for sharing your latest experiences and thoughts. It is really helpful for people who may still be in doubt.

This week I also had a weird moment in the car. I haven't really been stopping even for a minute this year whether it was dealing with my previous LUTS and retention, then surgery excitement, then my initial surgery recovery, then bladder retention, then UTI, then stricture worries, then 2nd surgery, then recovery, then urologist and my main doctor both still telling me I had bladder retention, then having urodynamics, then meeting with urologist this week about that, it's been a constant cycle of problems that were always getting fixed and getting better. So I was driving home from something maybe it was my last uro appointment and I had a funny thought because things are finally sort of settling down and I thought what's next but all I am is wet all the time. That's kind of when I realized I was excited about this but my subconscious didn't actually realize this would continue. So now I'm incontinent but there's nothing else to it. I wasn't considering the surgical treatment but I looked up the mesh sling surgery and the artificial sphincter surgery and they both sound a lot worse than I thought. There's actually not an easy option to just stop being incontinent, they look really complicated and have a lot of risks and they all break and have to be replaced. The artificial sphincter has a pump in your scrotum, a cuff around your urethra, and a balloon inside your abdomen. You have to squeeze the pump in your scrotum to deflate the cudf back to the balloon and your body can pee for a little bit and then you can't again. At 10 years, about 66% of artificial sphincters are still not broken. Whenever it breaks you have it taken out and have a new one implanted in all of those places. The mesh sling wraps around your urethra and two ends tie around your bones, seems like your hip bones or pubic bones, the ones with holes in them. There are lots of lawsuits about problems with the mesh sling too, even though it looks like the less complicated and less risky one. The mesh can move and become exposed, and also erode into the urethra itself. It lasts more than 10 years but has to be replaced too. All of these replacements cause more scarring. Oh and I am not sure you can ride a bicycle anymore, at least you definitely can't at first. My urologist told me he didn't necessarily advise either of these because first of all the type of incontinence is apparently much more extreme than most cases according to my urodynamics, there is an extreme amount of leaking (constant) and significant incontinence and these wouldn’t necessarily work. For the average person with just some incontinence these work for about 80% of cases. The other reason he said it might not be safe is my bladder doesn't squeeze anymore so even though my retention is actually better than before all this, now my bladder doesn't squeeze normally and if they put one of these devices in it would make it more difficult to pee at all, and if it caused retention I would be going down a bad road. This all sounds scary. He had mentioned physical therapy before, but said it's not necessarily a muscle problem, it could help, but he doesn't see that my sphincters are there at all so that it would not do anything about that, which is the cause for the incontinence. I don't mind but it's weird and I'm surprised that if I wanted to go back they don't really have good options to go back to not being incontinent anymore. They should have a way to actually fix the problem not these devices that cause problems or break or don't work. That doesn't actually fix your body so you are back to normal and that seems really bad. So I was in the car just thinking this has all been very interesting but what if I wanted to be able to do things not wearing a bulky diaper all of my life, every second of every day, it's not easy to change that. I didn't want to, but when he first mentioned the surgeries I assumed they would actually be permanent and actually fix incontinence. It was a weird feeling that even though I don't mind it what if there is a situation I don't want to be sitting in a wet diaper, there isn't actually any fix for it. I'm not sure what people do when they accidentally become incontinent, it seems like they all can get help and move on but maybe what I have is actually worse and most people never have severe incontinence. Idk what they do. I've never really had something where you can't just change it how you want it, so it just felt different. The weird feeling wasn't that I don't like this but "what if" I don't like it. Would I just be unhappy? Would I be really mad? Would there be better medical care by that time so it can actually be fixed when people need to stop being incontinent? I don't really know. I'm not worried about it I just started thinking about it. So my urologist just said go to physical therapy. I am only gonna go to try to learn some things that could help continue the healing for my erectile and orgasm functions. But it's kind of weird that that was all he said. Just go do this, and maybe it will help, but it won't fix things, and that I might just be in diapers all my life... and then what, just bye and good luck have a nice life? What if I was just somebody off the street who had incontinence inflicted on them. You have to wait weeks for an appointment, weeks to to the tests, weeks to do the review of the tests, and then what are you doing in the meantime just sitting there in your diapers every day while you wait. It doesn't seem like great medical care options in this day and age if you actually had a problem with it. And what if the physical therapy didn't do anything either. What do you do then? I am not clear on what the next step would be. Like I said I am not mad but I am starting to think what if I was. Also physical therapy seems like it takes up a lot of time and I only see appointments are available when I am normally working, it should be where you can go when you are available. Not sure how people can manage that either. Well I am lucky that I don't mind the incontinence and diapers, I don't think I will ever change my mind, but it's kind of weird they just expect you live with it and when they say they are a doctor that can see people for incontinence and perform surgerys, they cant actually fix it at all? So what are they doing then. Not fixing incontinence. I just need a break from it, I don't want surgery obviously, because I am glad I am incontinent. There should be a way to take a break though and there is nothing they can even do to give you THAT. But like I said I'm lucky because Im not actually dealing with this. This is just by choice not like real incontinence that happens to people. I just cant imagine if I had randomly became incontinent I don't know how people don't go crazy, I would go crazy

I haven't been back to the gym yet but I will soon. My plan was to go this week but I had 3-4 weird things come up that took up all my time. I'm hoping next week is better. The only thing surprising me lately now is how constant the peeing is, there isn't any dry period after I change my diaper. And how I can never actually ever experience being just clean and dry. I am always soggy, moist, something. I thought I would have a dry diaper sometimes at least for like 20 minutes. But I always feel it all over my balls and butt and skin and stuff. It's hard to explain what it's like always being wet. I guess one more thing surprised me, how it has really started to sink in and affect me that this is still happening. I think my subconscious kind of felt like once I did this it would be exciting and then I would move on to something else. I know logically it wasn't but I think deep inside I didn't realize what I was doing. My friend was walking around in his shorts and my mind freaked out and I was like clenching up thinking "no you're gonna drip everywhere" and after a split second I remembered that's not what happens to other people and they don't have to think about that. They can just throw on shorts walk around and actually not cause a problem. That's when I realized what was really sinking in just now at this point. It reminded me too of when I was gonna be with friends swimming and about 10 seconds after putting on my swimsuit I had wet patches that looked really obvious on my gray swim shorts, and wet spots that really showed up on the ground under where I was standing on the wooden planks. There are times in my day where I never thought about diapers before, only thinking about them when I wanted to or was really into them, and I didn't realize all these other times that I need them, it's actually all the time. When I just wish I didn't have to deal with I still have to. And having to remember diapers everywhere. I sometimes forget or only have one diaper and for a lot of the time my diaper is "very" wet before it's "totally full" or leaking. And when I'm very wet... if I don’t have enough diapers, I can't get changed. Oh and having to bring a big backpack into every place I go for longer than an hour or two. It's just that I really can't do stuff without wearing a significant absorbant and bulky diaper. And I can't magically make it so my diaper is thin and silent so that people aren't looking weird at it sometimes. I guess there's a lot of stuff.

I think I mentioned it once very early in the story, but yes, technically adult men can't date women under 28 because they are minors. I do think a male perspective in this world would be really interesting, but, as the title of the story implies, this will definitely focus on the perspective of girls in this world. To be honest, I don't really enjoy writing from a male perspective, so that probably won't be something I ever do.

*Knock Knock Knock* “Right on cue.” Rosemary quipped. Another Halloween had come to her humble homey neighborhood. However, she had been unable to greet her favorite holiday with her usual sinister smile. Tragedy struck, leaving her without an outfit for the special occasion. She still felt odd about the trick-or-treaters not seeing her in costume, like a churchgoer with a stain on her Sunday best. She almost wanted to ignore it, but the bowl of lollipops and Snickers wouldn’t finish itself—she was already tempted to take up that job. To her surprise, she opened the door and saw someone who looked too old to be trick-or-treating. The older woman looked no higher than five feet (black heels not included). She wore a black coat with a matching cap atop her gray hair. With coke bottle glasses and a wrinkly face, she looked like the textbook picture of someone’s grandma. “Excuse me,” the grandma started in a shrill, quiet voice. Rosemary would have missed the question if the two weren’t a foot apart. “Are you Mrs. Conrad?” “Yeah, that’s right. Whose asking?” Not even waiting for a response, Rosemary unwrapped a cherry-flavored lollipop from the bowl and popped it in her mouth. Older people tended to drag on, and Rosemary saw no fault in having a snack when that happened. A glance and Rosemary figured this one would be no different. “Oh, where are my manners,” the grandma continued. “My name is Ms. Garland. I wanted to consult you about the toilet paper on my trees.” Ms. Garland…why did that name sound so familiar? Because they lived on the same block, right? Then why had Rosemary never seen this woman before? Had her infamy proceeded her once again? It was truly a challenge, being so revered and reviled. “It’s probably just some bratty kids making trouble,” Rosemary replied still idly sucking on the lollipop. “I mean, it’s Halloween, so…” Rosemary tried to keep a casual air, but something about the conversation just felt off. The Autumn air suddenly felt extra chilly. It was as if Mrs. Garland had brought a personal wind cloud to the door. There was an alien animosity between Rosemary and this woman she just met. It was easier keeping track of folks who didn’t like her—an ever-expansive list—when she knew the reasoning. Ms. Garland reiterated her question, “I heard two young girls in the area were seen running around with toilet paper. Do you know anything about that?” There was bait on the hook and the older woman was hoping her neighbor would bite. Rosemary paused. She had two young girls in the area. But there was no way her daughters were the culprits. Firstly, Rachel knew better than to TP someone’s house. Second, Marcy was a lot more creative than that. Even then, it was still an impossible feat for them to take credit. Both of her daughters had moved out, going for either work or college. “Sorry lady, my kids aren’t allowed around toilet paper.” Rosemary smiled to signal she was joking, but Ms. Garland looked unamused. “Is that right?” Rosemary paused again, now feeling pressured as though she was asked to rat out on a classmate. “Y-yeah that’s right.” …Crickets. Even though Rosemary just found the incident, the silence and stares grandma was dishing out felt like a guilty verdict. After a few seconds of agonizing silence, Ms. Garland finally looked up and said, “Alright then, thank you.” She turned and gave a weak wave goodbye, coupled with a, “See you soon Rosemary.” As she closed the front door, the answer hit Rosemary like a lightning bolt. Ms. Garland was the name of her neighbor when she was a kid. She never met the woman, but Rosemary remembered hearing she was a mean old witch. She chalked it up to coincidence. Ms. Garland was said to be pretty old and the name was fairly common. Not worth giving any more thought. ‘See you soon Rosemary.’ was also a weird way of saying goodbye. If grandma was trying for formality then she missed the mark and came off as creepy. It would be more in-season for her to do that, but Garland gave off a strong no-nonsense vibe. Whatever. Again, not worth giving any more thought. Rosemary had cheesy horror flicks to fall asleep to. Rosemary shrugged and discarded the lollipop stick she had been absentmindedly chewing on. *** “Come on, Rosie. There’s still time for me to dump a gallon of fake blood over ya.” David had been dressed to the nines, addressing this year’s Halloween party with a classic zombie ensemble. Gray and green face paint. Fake guts hanging from his chest. Eyelids that were red and blood sunk. He was a living picture of death. “Seriously, sis. It’s not like you to miss out on Halloween.” Janet had been dressed to match. While she originally planned to stay home for Halloween, considering her scary days long in the past. However, the costume’s theme, a bloodied bride and groom, worked best in a set. With her sister unable to engage in the festivities, Janet answered the call back to action. It hurt Rosemary somewhat, seeing her sister run off with her husband while wearing the matching zombie costumes she and David planned out together. But her costume had torn the night before, and there wasn’t enough material to fix it in her size. Luckily, Janet didn’t mind taking her sister’s hand-me-downs. Still, if anyone was going to run off with her decomposing corpse of a husband, Janet was the best bet. “ I’ll be fine, don’t sweat. I’ve already caused plenty of mischief in my day. I’ve earned one year to slack off. You crazy kids have fun tonight. Don’t do anything I would do,” Rosemary teased. “Got it. I don’t think we could fit bail in the budget anyway.” While not fully convinced, David left his wife with a hug and a peck on the cheek. Just like that, Rosemary was back to being the loneliest treat in the candy bowl. She wondered what her daughters were doing, settling on the notion that they were no doubt busy partying with their friends. Now her husband and sister were in the same boat. How did Halloween get so lame this year? For once, stuffing her face full of sweets didn’t sound so appealing. She wished she was out there, causing havoc. Raising hell for her neighborhood was supposed to be special. *Knock Knock Knock* Another trick-or-treater, she suspected. The night had been dreadfully dull so far. She wondered if the kids were too scared to go over to Rosemary’s residence this year. She might have overdone it last year with the fake guts in the skeleton. At the time, it seemed like a great use for leftover spaghetti. *Knock Knock Knock* “I’m coming, keep your bedsheets on.” Rosemary finally arrived at the front door, ready to greet another set of kids in crappy costumes. What surprised her was what she had, or rather had not, seen. Nothing. Not a soul in sight. Even David rushing back to grab his keys wouldn’t have been as disappointing a sight. A familiar chill hit her as she backed into her house before her mind could wander. “Hello again, Rosemary.” Rosemary lept back, slamming into the closed front door. She had thrown up the candy bowl, spraying chocolate and lollipops and empty wrappers all over the living room. She clutched her chest, her heart beating like a drum in a marching band. “I told you I would see you soon,” Ms. Garland explained, her voice casual with notes of disappointment. “You never were good at listening.” Rosemary shrieked, “What the hell are you talking about?!” While not the most neighborly answer, Rosemary felt it was okay to break social norms when unlawful entry came into the mix. “I see that you are also still a potty mouth.” Garland tsked and shook her head. “You don’t remember, do you? Two little girls who TP’d my house? Think long and hard before you answer.” “I already told you, I—” Rosemary stopped, eyes growing wide. “Oh, my God.” She thought long and looked harder this time. Her gut churned, not from the overdose of sugary snacks, but at the awful answer to her neighbor’s question. She was only a teenager at the time. One Halloween, just the same as this. There had been rumors floating off a mean old witch who lived up the street. It was Rosemary who decided the old house needed a redecoration. An eggshell white and yolk yellow paint job here and there made for an unforgettable welcome to the neighborhood. The habit soon became a tradition. Every year, she and Janet ran by Garland’s house and treated her to more of the same neighborly hospitalities They never got caught, and, with Mrs. Garland’s house already being a crossroads at their trick-or-treat route, it was too good to pass up. “My goodness, that must have been, what, thirty years ago? Thirty years ago today. Time sure does fly when you grow up and become the naughtiest woman in the neighborhood. If only had been more like your sister, Janet. Such a sweet girl. She even baked me a cake a few years back. It was to apologize for all of your pranks. I always pegged you as a ringleader, Rosie. Not that it was hard to guess.” Ms. Garland looked around the room, clicking her tongue. There were gumdrops and gummi worms every which way. With a snap of the fingers, all the scattered treats floated and returned to their right place in the candy bowl. “Such a messy little girl you are.” “You’re… You’re a witch!” Paralyzed with fear and back against the wall, all Rosemary could manage was to state the obvious. She was as helpless as one of the countless heroines she watched get slashed and hacked away on the TV screen moments ago. Ms. Garland laughed. Rather, she cackled, loud enough to shake Rosemary to her frightened core. “That’s right, dearie! I’m the big, scary witch you always made me out to be.” The years melted off of her wrinkled face as Ms. Garland teased her old adversary. “I bet you were so scared, wondering what would happen if the mean old witch ever caught you. Well, little Rosie, you don’t have to worry about that anymore! And do you know why?” Rosemary, still petrified, took a desperate shot in the dark. “Because you forgive me?” That was the wrong answer. “Oh, no!” Garland cackled, “Because, this year, I’m going to show you!” Ms. Garland yanked Rosemary’s ear, hard, and dragged her over to the couch. Rosemary landed squarely on her lap. Her pants had been pulled down, exposing her bare bottom to the elements. “Now, I think a spanking is just what we need to start you off!” “What?! Wait, n-no, please! I’m sorry, oh God, I’m so, so sorry—” *WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP* *WHAP* …It must have been sixty spanks before Ms. Garland was satisfied. That snarky, prideful attitude? Four spanks were all it took to shatter it completely. The other fifty-six were to give Rosemary the red, shiny bottom she desperately deserved, according to Ms. Garland. “…I think that should do for the first half of your punishment. I must say, I never imagined you to be such a fusspot!” The older woman’s chipper and song-like tone was a far cry from the whimpering woman in the corner of the room. Rosemary had been stripped bare with her nose facing the corner. “Oh, you shush those sniffles, dearie. You and I both know this punishment has been years in the making.” Rosemary kept herself pinned to the wall. While her eyes were filled with a view of eggshell white, her ears heard every moment of Garland prepping for further punishment. Her gentle humming blocked the finer auditor details, but Rose could still make a few subtle sounds of clothes moving. There was rustling—a crinkling, perhaps—going off loudly behind her. Her chest filled with red-hot, nervous anxiety. Despite her growing curiosity, she didn’t dare make a peep. She was in no mood for her mouth to write another check her red bottom couldn’t afford to cash out. “You can turn around now, Rosie. I was able to conjure up something more appropriate for you to wear tonight.” Ms. Garland grinned at her turn of phrase. When the young woman took a tad too long to turn over, Garland once more took matters into her own hands, dragging the woman over to the center of the living room. Though her hair was disheveled and her eyes were puffy, the meaning of the sight was crystal clear to her. “A diaper?” Rosemary stammered, covering her chest. “A diaper,” Garland sang, “For the biggest brat in the neighborhood. Let’s face it, Rosie. You never really grew out of those. Even as an adult, you still act just as mature as a baby. Now, have a seat, and don’t make me ask twice.” Garland smiled at the woman’s broken compliance. “Very good. There just might be hope yet in teaching you some manners. Now, lie back. Let Nanny Garland take care of everything.” Rosie complied once more, her back embracing with the flat cloth. Despite the shakes and squirms, Garland was able to change Rosemary into a fresh diaper with ease. White powder was carefully flaked over her crotch and rubbed in, a snowy sight more fit for the Christmas season. The thick padding was fully folded over, causing Rosemary’s legs to spread out slightly. The sudden sounds of crinkles around her butt caused Rosemary to whimper even louder. “There we go,” Ms. Garland lifted Rosemary to an upright position, returning the padded woman to eye level. “The perfect proper protection for a big baby like you. Now, it is finally time for your costume. Arms up, Rosie!” A fluffy red onesie was pulled over her head. Large buttons on the crotch snapped close, keeping her diaper nice and snug. Short black socks were snaked up her feet. Red Mary Jane shoes followed close behind. Affixed on her head was a red baby bonnet, with devil horns poking from the top. “Aren’t you precious? You truly are the biggest devil in the neighborhood.” “Is,” Rosemary sniffled, “Are you done?” “My sweet, little Rosie.” Ms. Garland kissed the tear-stricken woman on her forehead. “I’m not even close to done with you. Don’t you know what day today is?” “Halloween…?” “That’s right, Rosie. And Nanny Garland knows how much you love Halloween. But you didn’t have a costume to spend it in. Well, I’m going to make sure you have your best Halloween ever. It is the least I can do to you, for opening my eyes all those years ago.” Now, stand up, Rosie. It’s time to show the whole neighborhood what a little devil you are.” *** Rosie was red all over. From her blushing cheeks to her devilish costume to her stinging bottom. As she was forced to waddle through the busy night streets, every passerby adored her costume choice. More so than any year prior. “Aww, what a cute costume!” “Oh, that’s so clever.” “I could just eat you up!” Coo after coo, not a single person saw anything odd about treating a grown woman like an oversized toddler. While costumes and playing characters were part of the holiday spirit, this level of commitment was far from regular. “Hey,” Rosemary whined, failing at sounding demanding, “Why is everyone acting like I’m a baby?” “Oh, you notice!” Ms. Garland chuckled. “Before we left, I cast a spell that made everyone see you for what you truly are; a helpless baby needing guidance. Isn’t magic wonderful?” ‘Impossible’ would have been more accurate. However, given her recent tricks, the disappearing act, and levitation, Rosemary had no room to make a case against her. What was Rosemary to do now? The witch had her hand held tightly around the handle of Rosemary’s baby leash. Both of Rosemary’s hands were busy clutching a candy bucket, in the shape of a classic jack-o-lantern. Coupled with all the crinkly bulk swaddling her bottom, she had no hopes of making a break for it. “Listen,” Rosemary pleaded, “I am so sorry for all the stuff I did as a kid. I totally accept this punishment and I get the point. Can we drop it now?” It was by no means a perfect apology; however, Rosemary felt that her humiliation had been punishment enough for her childhood wrongdoings. “Punishment? Rosie, I’m only giving you what you wanted. You were so sad that you weren’t able to go out this year, because of your costume. Now Look!” Out of the blue, Garland made a sharp turn left, causing Rosemary to gasp, “And what is all this talk about going home? We haven’t even hit our first house yet!” Sure enough, that was soon fixed. Garland towed Rosemary to the front of a decorated home with the lights still on. Garland specifically avoided any homes with a “Take One” bowl, not wanting the spectacle of her charge to go to waste. “Go on, Rosie. Knock on the door and get your candy. You wouldn’t want to upset your nanny after she worked so hard to get you a costume on such short notice? Ungrateful behavior would need to be corrected, after all.” Rosemary frowned. She saw no option other than continued compliance. Swallowing what little pride she had left, she knocked on the front door, resigned to the role of a common trick-or-treater. *Knock Knock Knock* The pair was not made to wait long for an answer. The door flung open, with an all-too-familiar face stepping out. “OH MY GOODNESS!!! IS THAT WIDDLE ROSIE?!” Dressed as a witch—the pretend, fictional kind—she was a bubbly mountain of a woman. Rosemary recognized her as Mrs. Baker, one of the local daycare workers. She had an earnest and pure passion for children and Rosemary in turn was no exception tonight. Mrs. Baker continued to coo, “She is just the most adorable devil I have ever seen! Is this her first Halloween?” Mrs. Baker asked, directing her attention to the nanny on duty. Ms. Garland smiled. “Yes, that’s right. I thought she was too young to go out tonight. But, David and Janet thought it wouldn’t be right for her to stay cooped up inside when they saw how much she loved the decorations.” “David? Janet?” Rosemary thought to herself. There was no possible way they would cosign this. Had the witch’s magic reached them from across town? Mrs. Baker nodded. “I see. Well, I know Rosie is lucky to have such a thoughtful nanny.” Mrs. Baker knelt, hands on her knees, facing back to Rosemary. “Do you like Halloween, sweetie? Are you going to be a little heck-raiser when you get bigger?” “Not if I have any to say about it!” While an inside joke between Garland and her charge, both of the witches shared a laugh at Rosie’s expense. The little devil pouted, only wanting her night to end as soon as possible. Garland put a hand on Rosemary’s shoulder, pushing her forward. “Go on, Rosie. Don’t you have something to say to the nice lady?” “T-trick or treat…” Rosemary stuck out her basket, the pumpkin face smiling for her sake, knowing better than to make Ms. Garland wait. “Such a cutie,” Mrs. Baker smiled and deposited the chocolate-coated reward into the outstretch basket. “You be a good girl for your nanny, okay?” Mrs. Baker shut her door, finally finished fawning over Rosie. “Hey, can we slow down,” Rosemary had only been outside for half an hour. But the barrage of sugary affection was leaving her feeling exhausted. Ms. Garland raised an eyebrow. “Hmm? Hold on…” Ms. Garland cupped a hand underneath Rosemary’s onesie, feeling up her padding. The sudden contact caused Rosie to yelp and jump in her spot. “Hey, quit it!” “Oh, hush. This will only take a moment.” Ms. Garland had no time for childish gripes. She stuck a finger into the waistband of Rosemary’s diaper, surprised by what she hadn’t found. She stood back up, giving Rosemary’s rear a few finishing pats. “You aren’t even wet yet. You have nothing to complain about, little girl. I’m giving you exactly what you deserve. You wanted to act like a little brat. Now all of your misdeeds are catching up to you. It was only a matter of time before someone put you in your place. Be thankful it was me.” Ms. Garland walked back to the sidewalk, giving Rosie’s leash a reminder tug. “Now, are you going to trick or treat like a good girl, or do you need another hands-on lesson? I can always turn off my powers and leave dressed like that.” Rosemary rapidly shook her head, waddling down to follow. Staring ahead, she saw all the homes in the distance. She felt an uneasy rumble in her gut—anxiety and an excess of treats from her candy dish being the culprits. Having lived in this town, this neighborhood, her entire life, she recognized all of them. She didn’t have enough digits to count all the people who would be celebrating in seeing their least favorite neighbor be subject to a pampering punishment. Rosemary wanted to get out of the house and enjoy the haunting holiday like she did every year. Unfortunately, Ms. Garland had arrived to grant her wish. Halloween night had just begun; there were still so many familiar faces left to greet…

Thank you @cathdiap, thank you it makes more sense that this is rare. So probably, most people don't have to deal with this type of incontinence except when the surgery goes really bad and that should be rare. That's good and I guess it explains why there are options that won't help those people very much but helps other people. I never heard of Indiana pounch but that is really interesting. I agree it's like a missing limb just because... that doesn't grow back. For the gym I am not worried anymore, I don't want to have to anything difficult so I didn't want a hanging bag, even though maybe that's easy for a lot of people, but I can set my diaper on the top of the wall between the showers, it is a ledge where I think anybody would put their shampoo if they didn't want it to get wet for some reason, I don't mind that and I can put my powder there too. Anyway I don't mind being wet all the time either, I like it, *almost* all of the time, but it's definitely an interesting and weird feeling when you face a little moment of not enjoying it. Oh thank you @Diapered Dave for reminding me about the penis clamp. I need to buy one. I think it's perfect for those moments. And @wetguy13579 said the clamp is seriously something I need to try and I never took it seriously. Until now I didn't really think I would ever want to try it, but I can see it might be perfect for the time to just not drip "for a moment." I still think I shouldn't have to change any of my activities just because of this and I guess, so far I really don't. I can go everywhere and do everything I did before. I can do the easiest thing for me at the gym. I can work on my confidence about continuing to live my life. So I am glad there really isn't anything that I had to change around, because I don't think I should have to do that. I feel bad if people think they have to hold themselves back, because I really see how it could quickly and easily happen to someone. I guess for now I am surprised at somethings, not that it these outcomes doesn't make sense, of course it makes sense I am incontinent and this is what I asked for. But surprised in the sense of the way it actually works and the way my mind is reacting. The emotions of fear or anger or anxiety or defiance are continually new and different. Another thing really fascinating is trying so hard to become incontinent, the idea of incontinence is always something that I was trying for, trying to make happen, I was never "incontinent enough" in my mind because - I wasn't incontinent at all until the surgery. Well, fast forward to the surgery and I still was disappointed and didn't think it worked. I went back for a revision, even though it was just a stricture procedure. I saw it worked and I was incontinent, but it didn't seem like "enough" and wasn't how I expected it. Always always working toward incontinence, not really achieving it in my mind. Now the dust settles and it actually starts to sink in I am incontinent, not focused on trying to be incontinent, now I have consequences. I never thought I would get to this point. I am not pushing for it anymore. It is here, and it is causing problems. I actually have to get used to being incontinent. It's different from how it ever felt in my life. It's so different to be on the other side. I think it's kind of like when I got my cat. I really wanted a kitten, and it was so exciting the day I got him it was overwhelming. Then he was shy and I was scared he wouldn't come to me and cuddle. I had my kitten but I was scared it wasn't working out. I always wanted him to be more open to me, I had to wait and be patient. Then he bonded with me and we cuddle and love each other. Now I am used to him. I still like him, but I have to buy him food, and day after day he really never stops pooping in his box. I seem to have a cat that I have to always take care of. He comes to bother me sometimes when I am trying to focus. How different to go from yearning to being satisfied and noticing the problems. I love my cat so much though. I don't regret adopting him and I don't think I ever will. But it hits me sometimes that I need to take care of him and he never goes away, ever. I don't want to change my life around for having a cat, and I really don't. I do what works for us and I decide, not somebody else telling me how I have to change things around for my cat. I think this is like the way my incontinence is now. Also my doctor took my antidepressant down for my ED a few weeks ago and everything in my life feels different, actually the whole world around me feels different, I just don't feel the same way about anything and lots of stuff is surprising me about how I feel and what feels difficult or makes me mad now.

Good chapter ! His sister is good for him! She truly thinks this is the best for him and what he really needs since he always do things that get him treated like a baby more Ps he wouldn’t admit but i think he liked riding in a stroller

This is story is based on a true story, with some flourishes for artistic freedom. It’s been a while since I posted here and I felt like one more little short story wouldn’t hurt. That said, there is no continuation for this story, but I hope you enjoy. Elise was an ABDL. No sugar coating it, no beating around the bush. Elise was and adult, baby, diaper, lover. From her mid teens dreaming of fluffy clouds wrapping around her midsection, to her escapades with the opposite sex in college, to her adult life indulging in her fetish, there was no doubt in her mind what she was. The whole of the scene had intrigued her and not once had she had a “purge” of her desires and through her experimentation she had found comfort in being a switch. While she would have loved to be spoiled rotten and doted on by a six foot seven millionaire with a fully stocked nursery, the baby boys too whittle to take care of themselves often called to her. But alas, the timing was too poor and she had neither to call her own. So her fantasies would remain in her head, only able to poorly practice one side until she found that fated person. Her age, height, weight, and hair color were all average, or above average. Truly whatever you wish to imagine for Elise can be your very own perception of her. What truly matters is what she wished for on the day of this tale. “Can she be a tall Amazonian woman, with a deep tan, and a certified sixpack?” Yes, of course. Feel as entertained as you want. Make her tall, short, skinny, pudgy, white, black, purple… well maybe not purple. We want some realism in this story after all. As the preface said, it is based on a true story. No need to get ourselves too worked up. Anyways, it was a day like any other, where a mundane activity was turned to a leap in fantasy. This is where we find ourselves on Elise’s most recent advancement in the world of oversized diapers and upscaled pastels. You see, Elise was a working woman, and one that was given the immense luxury of working from home. The only problem with that being the few times she needed to drive into the office. She cursed under her breath as she drove into work to deal with a problem that really could have been handled remotely, and she doubly cursed as she drove home only a few hours later, but then something completely inane to most, happened to the adult baby. The gurgle in her stomach told her that a immense bowel movement was not far off from her expected arrival time home. That bathroom break that every adult dreaded while on the highway was something most diaper afficianatoes could replace with a much more pleasurable experience. And so a plan began forming in the young woman’s mind. Potty training be damned, Elise was going to enjoy the sweet sensation of a muddy, messy, poopy, stinky, smelly, full, brown, blasted, shit filled diaper. But alas, dear reader, Elise had experienced messy diapers before. “This story was something special, right? A short story about something many of us have experienced already? How could that be intriguing? I feel a bit betrayed, author.” Not to worry, my fellow kinky friend, for Elise was about to experience not just any messy diaper, but one that many of us strive for. Allow me to clarify. How many of us adult babies have found ourselves in this situation? We get all wrapped up in that fluffy goodness, talcum powder galore, with maybe a bottle, or paci, or blanky, or even God forbid a teddy bear witness. Then we go through the motions of however we play only for the gurgle to get right to the point we feel the need to go and we push. We cramp and squirm, squat and fill… only to feel a measly pittance sit neatly upon the fluff around our bottoms. “Why, yes.” I hear you murmur, “That is afterall what a baby would do. Fill our seats with mush and mash without a care in the world.” Now dear reader, this realism you seek is commendable. You are a true actor enjoying the purity of their craft… but realism is not a truly what lies at the heart of this community. Nay, our imagination not only wants us to play the part of our simpler selves, but to expand upon it. To live not truly as babies would, but as adult babies would. This is what Elise wanted. What she craved. She wanted not just a messy diaper, but THE messy diaper. And so off to the store she went. An adult she still was, and gurgling stomache or not, groceries would not appear stocked in her shelves. So through the cramps and the ominous growls of her intestines she made her way down the isles. She then made her purchase and “Went straight home to diaper herself!” Dear reader. These imaginary outbursts from you simply must stop. There is an order to this story that must be respected. “I’m sorry, author. It won’t happen again.” Thank you, reader. Your apology means alot. While many of us in the community identify as brats, I can’t continue this story if I keep imagining you interrupting. Now, to the rest of the story. Elise made her purchase and drove home. It was not the end of the work day yet, so after settling down to her home office, she began the dull work of catching up on emails and small pieces of work while occasionally fighting the urge to head to the bathroom. You see, Elise had tried this before. Wait until the swirling mass of mess inside was ready to burst into the welcoming padding below, only for a slip in mindset to let her potty training take advantage of her. “She’s an ABDL. Just wear the diaper and go whenever.” Ah, but here in lies the problem. Elise wasn’t just a diaper lover, she was a diaper LOVER. The soft feeling around her bottom, the elastic hug around her tummy, the way the folds pushed against her special place, the smell of powder, the crinkle of plastic, the happy decorations, the smell, the feel, the sound! It was all too much for Elise. Wearing a diaper meant that any other task was moot. Waiting for the cramps to reach a crescendo while the poof below her kissed her so tenderly was not an option. So she baited her time waiting until the physical pain was too much. Hitting send on another email she doubled over this time. Smiling to herself, she could already feel her breath was hot, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were already on the closet that hid herself from the rest of the world. Opening the door she shivered at the sight. Diapers, onesies, bottles, powder, changing pads, pacis, rompers, and all manner of padding lay before her. Reaching down she opened the new package and took a wif of her prize. The Little Kings diaper was a stark contrast to her usual. Elise was a fan of the crinkle that came from the soft plastic casing of Tykables diapers, but something about the model images for little kings had her jumping out of her comfort zone. The way it’s waistband hugged her tummy, the way it puffed out at the crotch, the legbands being so pronounced, but the real reason was the photo from behind. Elise had stared for ages at the models rear shot. The puffiness of the Little Kings diaper sagged down almost begging for a thick, mushy mess to be deposited into it. Quickly moving over to the bed as another cramp wracked her abdomen, Elise quickly unfolded her changing matt before prepping the diaper. Unfurl it and push it flat, give it a shake, smoosh and curl it around to loosen the stuffing, and then finally fanning it out. The poor thing that had once been so flat rose up like bread in the oven ready to cup and caress the girls most tender areas. A sprinkle of baby powder was all she afforded. This diaper would not last long. Sitting down on top, she wiggled her bottom in delicious anticipation before slowly raising the front up over her princess parts and onto her stomach. Even without the taps Elise could already feel the diaper take hold of her. Almost like a mind of its own as it wontly conformed to her body, ready to protect her from any “accidents” while she play and romp around. Being careful, Elise tugged at the taps on the sides, making sure that everything was snug. Diaper blowouts are for naughty littles. Good girls made their messes in their diapies and only their diapies. The last tap in place, Elise sighed. Her hands reached down to rub the padding slowly against her lips. The sweet kiss of a Little King was so different from her usual that a faint hint of embarrassment reddened her cheeks. Cheating on her lover with royalty no less. Scandalous. What’s more is that she thoroughly planned on ruining the would be ruler. Use and abuse him and leave him an absolute mess. What a naughty girl Elise had turned out to be after all. “Did she get into a squat to do it, or stay laying on her back? Maybe she layed on her stomach drinking from her baba as she pushed her stinkies into her diapie.” No, no dear reader, Elise may be an adult baby, but she was no dum-dum. Preparations had merely begun. Elise stood up and admired her figure. Just like the models! The legbands, waist, crotch and (most importantly) bottom all had that signature look of a toddler unable to master the dreaded potty training. With a skip of glee she made her way to the kitchen. The gurgles had intensified once again and Elise knew she was running out of time, but as she let go a stream into her diaper, she realized her number 1 paled i comparison to what she was expecting for her number 2. No, this would not do at all. The small warmth that had blossomed to the size of a softball around her bottom was an insult to the diaper she wished to achieve, so sacrifices must be made. A lemonade pitcher would be the perfect tool. Ensuring the stream from the faucet was not too hot or not too cold, Elise placed one hand under the water and the other on her diaper. Once satisfied with the temperature, Elise then filled the pitcher up. Each second that ticked by rose the water level in the container she held. With glee she imagined the final destination of each and every drop. Turning off the faucet, Elise got into position. Legs wide apart she slowly opened up the back waistband of the diaper like a caretaker checking for the soon to be mess. In the water went, slowly warming her bottom as the diaper swelled with liquid. Next came the front, and the back to the back, and finally the front once more. The lemonade pitcher now sat empty on the shelf as each and every inch of padded wrapped around the girl’s bottom was saturated. She grabbed the crotch, and then she grabbed the rear. Pushing in, Elise had to stifle a moan as the padding smooshed against her skin. This feeling (while cheating a bit with water) meant that she was truly halfway. The soaked padding hung ominously down from her hips as she swayed back and forth, enjoying the feeling of the diaper swaying between her legs. “Now…” No. Elise then made her way back to the bedroom, waddling the entire way from the enhanced bulk. Giggling to herself as she toddled along she looked back into the closet. One at a time she pulled out what she needed. Laying it all on the bed she admired what she had found to be the perfect assortment to get her into the right headspace. You see dear reader, babies are encouraged to expand their movement. Diaper commercials will constantly show little ones on the move and brag about their own products ability to handle active babies. But we are not babies, dear reader. We are adult babies. Our muscles and coordination are fully developed. Simply crawling on the floor and acting helpless is fine, but what Elise sought wasn’t an act. First was a pair of pink princess training panties. Only slightly thicker that big girl undies, these would never be able to contain the mess Elise had in mind, but they would hold the little king in place. And so ironically, the now full, and soon to be messy diaper now had the added support and bulk of panties only meant to be used for the smallest of accidents. Next came the bulk. A full blue sheep omatsu diaper. The cloth diaper is something desired by many in the community. Much more environmentally friendly and not many will argue with the softness, but there was something all millennial adult babies feel about the crinkle of disposables that our parents put us in all those years ago. However, ABDL companies can’t very well make the truly bulky diapers many of us crave that still has the disposability we want. Thus, the thick overnight cloth diaper with pins was wrapped around the Little Kings, training pants combo. Next, a humble dinosaur cover with disposable insert. This step is nothing to write home about. Elise liked the look, and the added bulk helped, but something about this last layer just made the process whole. Standing up, Elise looked down at the bulk. Four layers of padding, one thoroughly soaked, made up her diaper. Her diaper was bulky, her diaper was cute, her diaper was soaked, and her diaper was ready to be filled. Only three items remained. Next was her footed sleeper. It’s soft insides and zip up front were perfect for her. The little feeling of a toddler getting out of bed, thick nighttime diaper was a sight to behold. Risking another detor, Elise waddled to the bathroom for a look in her full length mirror. She giggled at the site before her. The sleeper did nothing to hide the bulk. The front crotch puffed out comically, and her rear looked like a beanbag chair. However she frowned. The mass of padding was thick to her liking, but the added weight sagged down and the warm wet kiss of the diaper was not the ever-present touch she craved. Back to her bedroom she stomped to put on the final piece of clothing. The Tykables snap crotch shortall was hiked up over the thickness of her diaper before the straps were tightened. The nuk 10 sized pacifier was roughly shoved into her mouth, filling all the gaps as Elise let out a moan. While not visually consistent, the addition of the shortall had completed the feel of her ensemble. It pulled the mass of padding up and into her crotch and pushed the mush in between her butt so that every inch of her lower half was encased in tight wet kisses. No longer able to contain herself, the girl threw herself onto the bed. The bulk restricting her movements all she could do was roll over as she pressed her hands against her swollen crotch. Rubbing back and forth she writhed in ecstasy and the beginning of her diaper romp began. The friction below aided by the wet warmth only caused her to add more moisture. Her sex was hot and heavy with anticipation as she pulled her phone out. With her left hand she navigated to her favorite sites. Endless swarms of diapered individuals crossed her screen as she took her free hand and plunged it between the overalls, through the open zipper of the sleeper, and into the warmth of the massive diaper. Her hand gently teasing herself, playing the part of gentle caresser as she continued to work herself up. Images on the screen, the smell of sex mixed with powder, and the feel of her infantile casing all sped the process up as she could feel herself building. First one finger, then two, and finally a third plunged into her sex as her own juices lubricated her digits. The pacifier worked furiously between her lips as she suckled and gurgled at one with the adult babies in front of her. And then it happened. The bulk pushing on her stomach, the constricting babyish clothing, and the threshing she had been doing brought the pain in her abdomen to a crescendo. Stopping for a moment, Elise rolled to the side of her bed. Her eyes blurry and her breath heavy she stood up and turned to her mount. Her steed in this battle stood before her in all its glory. An old chest she used to store off season clothes lay towards the foot of her bed. Waddling towards it with mush for brains she readied herself for her finale. The gurgles would be the orchestra for her moment. She could feel the mass peaking out of her back door ready to fill her seat and she could deny it no longer. Facing away from the front of the chest she bent down into a squat and pushed. The first solid log felt like a solid sausage creeping out of her bottom as it hit the puffy padding below. It held for only a moment before coiling up around her bottom. And like a cork this first wave only held back the sludge that began pouring out of poor little Elise. The mush that came next was soft and squishy. Hot and heavy as it filled her seat and began to spread. Elise let out a haughty breath as the poop came to a stop only for her stomach to cramp once more. Already Elise could tell, this was the fullest diaper she had ever made. No piddling nugget in the seat of her pants, this was a MESS. A full on poopy pants catastrophe. Yet more was on its way. Without her consent of permission the next wave a stinky, smelly poop surged from between her cheeks. Seconds felt like hours as she filled her diaper’s seat with all the mess she could. It was like a high. The girl had done it. She had pooped her pants… better yet, she had througoughly pooped her diaper like the good little adult baby she was. She had filled her seat like a naughty toddler with a grin to match. From behind her pacifier she gave a great sigh before falling back onto the chest. Like a mini explosion the half solid, half sludgy mess in her pants spread out and covered every inch of her diaper. No longer able to wantingly shove her hands down her padding, Elise bounced like the happy adult baby she was. Smooshing and spreading her diaper’s contents as much as she could as the heat between her legs grew and grew. Smoosh, pant, smoosh, pant, giggle. She grabbed the front of her ridiculously thick padding with her hands and rubbed furiously as she bounced back and forth. The moan caught in her throat, her chest heaved with baited breath, her bottom slammed down on the chest below and her crotch exploded in orgasm. Wracked with shakes she ground her hips into the diaper below, riding the highs of post coital bliss. Eeking out another smaller shudder, she came one final time before standing up and flopping back onto the bed, mushy padding bulging out above her. Suckling on her paci she lay there for several minutes before a sound rang out in the house. A chime that reminded her of the time. A time she was not at all prepared for. The Zoom meeting had started in her office and she was in no time to change. Thankfully she wouldn’t be expected to show her face, but her attire… no time to care. Waddling with the messiest diaper of her life towards her home office, the adult baby quickly sat in her chair with a squish. Stifling a moan she could feel her libido slowly returning only to shove it down and join the meeting. It only lasted a few minutes, her coworkers eager to finish the day, but to Elise her big girl business meeting couldn’t end soon enough. Messy diaper taped to her waist, every little movement brought a new slimy sensation around her bottom. While most people might find this a horrid experience, Elise could only find the burning passion to continue what she had started in the bedroom and by the time the meeting ended, Elise was already waddling back for another round with her stinky, smelly, poopy, messy diaper. Well, dear reader. That was it. A small experience of a girl well into adulthood, attempting to be the best adult baby she could be. Realism be damned, she was going to have a FULL diaper, and that she did. I hope you all enjoyed it and have a great day.

Sorry for the delay, here is my third chapter. Emma and Jake will get to start playing with their little Tom! Enjoy! ——————————————————— CHAPTER 3 As they got up from their seats, Tom began to fully acknowledge the thickness of the diaper with the extra insert that Emma had put in. The bulk between his legs was a constant, slightly awkward reminder of his new status. Before leaving, Jake decided to buy a bottle of water to take with them. It was a warm day, and he didn’t want their new baby to become dehydrated, especially after the stress and sweat Tom had endured while going through the list of rules. While Jake went to stand in line, Emma and Tom made their way to the entrance of the café. As they stood there waiting, Tom again felt the pressure on his bladder. He had been drinking quite a lot, and his trip to the bathroom earlier hadn’t provided him with the relief he needed. Instead, he had forgotten about his need to go during the diapering process. He contemplated what to do. Normally, he wouldn’t dare to pee in his diaper in public, surrounded by so many people, even if no one could see the diaper under his clothes. He was always self-conscious about the slight chance someone might hear a hissing sound or see his concentration and realise what he was doing. He decided to ask Emma if he could return to the bathroom to wet his diaper in private. Softly, he whispered, “I still... um... have to use the bathroom. Can I go... there again?” She looked at him, initially puzzled, then glanced down at his diaper. “Baby, I’m not taking off your diaper. I just got you changed,” she said. “I know... I mean, I can use it in there, but people here can see me... you know,” he whispered, struggling to articulate his discomfort. “See what?” she asked, genuinely confused. “I really love that you are embracing this aspect of not being able to speak properly, but your mumbling makes no sense. Let me reiterate, if you have to pee, use your diaper.” She said it loudly enough that a young woman sitting with her friend near the door turned around with a confused look. Tom felt a new wave of shame wash over him. Emma squeezed his hand. “I promise I will check you regularly. Stop being a baby. Sorry, I mean start being a baby,” she said with a grin. As Jake remained in line for the bottle of water, Tom and Emma stood quietly for a while. Realising he had no other choice, Tom decided to let go. Although he had done this before, the public setting made it more daunting. It didn’t take long for him to start a stream in his diaper. He was surprised at how much he had to pee. The café’s relative quietness, now after the morning rush, made the small hiss audible. He was sure Emma heard it too. She looked at him, smiled, and whispered, “Good baby.” It must have been obvious what Tom was doing because, as he finished, he glanced at the girls sitting nearby. The one who had looked earlier was now leaning in and whispering to her friend. He quickly looked away as both girls turned their heads toward him. Hearing their giggles, he was sure they were talking about him. He felt embarrassed again, but it was becoming something he was getting used to. Just then, Jake returned with the water. “Good. Let’s get going as I think our baby just wet his diaper,” Emma said, patting Tom’s bum. “Already? Well done, squirt!” Jake replied with a playful grin. They walked across the street, Emma not letting go of Tom’s hand for a second. The sun cast a warm glow over the bustling street as they made their way to the car. As they approached the car, Tom looked back and noticed that the girls from the café were glancing their way, clearly still talking about him. When they got to the car, Emma opened the car door for Tom, and to his surprise, the backseat was equipped with an adult-sized booster seat and what looked like a four-point harness seat belt. However, before he could sit down, Emma abruptly stopped him. “Wait just a second, baby. I need to check what I already assume is a wet diaper,” she said matter-of-factly. “Here?” Tom blurted out, his face flushing with embarrassment. “Yes, here,” she replied firmly. “Now stop being fussy.” “But... but...” he stammered, trying to voice his discomfort. His protest was met with a swift, firm smack on his diapered bottom. “No more buts,” she said sternly. “You do as you are told. Now turn around.” Tom complied immediately, his heart pounding. To his horror, Emma pulled down his trousers right there on the street. She positioned herself between him and the car, but her body provided only minimal shielding from the view of passersby. He felt her fingers slip under the leg band of his diaper, pinching the soft padding. She pulled her fingers out, looked at them, and gave them a quick sniff to confirm. “Yeah, baby’s got a wet diaper, but I think there is still plenty of room in there with that extra boost,” she declared. Before finishing the check, she also pulled back the waistband of his diaper, bending him over slightly. Tom's face burned with humiliation. “Just checking, no poopies yet,” she said with a satisfied tone, giving him a double pat on the bum before pulling up his trousers. The shame was overwhelming. Tom’s mind raced with a mix of embarrassment and confusion. He couldn’t believe this was happening in such a public place, yet Emma’s firm handling left no room for argument. He glanced up nervously, hoping no one had noticed the humiliating inspection, but sure enough, the girls from the café were still looking his way and openly laughing now. This is turning into a nightmare, he thought, almost starting to weep. Emma saw this and said, “Shh, baby, it’s okay.” With a cracking voice, he said, “I told you I didn’t want people to see.” Emma looked at him sympathetically and replied, “It doesn’t matter, baby. It’s only strangers. If anybody saw, they don’t even know who you are.” With that, Tom finally slid into the back seat, feeling the diaper squish slightly beneath him. Emma helped him settle into his booster seat, carefully buckling the four-point harness around him. The straps were snug, and he felt securely fastened, unable to move much. Jake watched from the front seat, a reassuring smile on his face as he adjusted the rearview mirror to keep an eye on Tom. “Alright, let’s get you comfortable,” Emma said, making sure he was properly settled. She handed him the bottle of water Jake had bought. “Drink up, sweetie. We don’t want you getting dehydrated.” Tom took the bottle and sipped the water slowly, the events of the day playing over in his mind as the car started moving. Emma had climbed into the passenger seat and turned to face him, her eyes filled with motherly affection and authority. As they drove through the city, the hum of the engine and the rhythmic motion of the car began to soothe Tom. He focused on the passing scenery, trying to distract himself from the lingering shame of the public diaper check. Emma’s voice broke through his thoughts. “Remember, baby, you need to embrace this. There’s no need to be embarrassed. Everyone has needs, and we’re just making sure yours are met,” she said softly. Tom nodded, her words offering some comfort. The initial shock and embarrassment were slowly being replaced by a strange sense of acceptance. As they drove out of the city and into quieter suburban streets, Tom began to pay attention to the sensation of his squishy diaper rubbing against the booster seat with every pothole or bump in the road. The resulting feeling was beginning to arouse him. And for good measure, here is the fourth chapter. Emma and Jake finally go through the list of rules and Tom is in for a lot more than he expected! Enjoy! ——————————————————— CHAPTER 4 The car pulled into the driveway of a cosy house, surrounded by a well-kept garden. The sun was now at its peak, and the AC was blowing at full speed as the midday temperature rose. Emma and Jake unbuckled their seatbelts and helped Tom out of the car. Emma took his hand again, leading him inside the couple's house, where Tom would be spending the next two days. They walked through the front door, and Tom's eyes widened as he took in the surroundings. The house was a well-maintained two-story structure. The entryway opened into a spacious living room with high ceilings and large windows that allowed natural light to flood the space. The walls were painted in a soft, warm beige, and the floors were a polished hardwood. The living room was tastefully decorated with comfortable, plush furniture. A large, overstuffed sofa in a rich, deep brown sat against one wall, adorned with a mix of throw pillows in earthy tones. On the opposite wall, a large flat-screen TV was mounted above a modern fireplace, its sleek design contrasting nicely with the more traditional elements of the room. To the left of the living room, a staircase with a wooden bannister led up to the second floor, where Tom assumed the bedrooms were. To the right, an archway opened into the dining area, which featured a long wooden table surrounded by high-backed chairs. A large window overlooked the backyard. Once inside, Emma knelt down to remove Tom's shoes, her movements gentle but deliberate. Tom instinctively placed a hand on her shoulder for balance, feeling vulnerable as she attended to him. There was something both nurturing and authoritative in the way she handled even the smallest tasks, reinforcing the dynamic they had established. With his shoes off, Emma took his hand and led him into the kitchen. A large island stood in the centre, providing ample space for meal preparation, and a pair of barstools were neatly tucked under one side. Tom was guided to one of the barstools, and Emma instructed him to sit down. He complied, feeling the now cool diaper squish as he sat down. The height of the stool made him feel small and somewhat exposed, a sensation that wasn’t entirely unpleasant in the context of the day’s events. Jake followed them into the kitchen, he went straight to the counter and began preparing tea for himself and Emma. Tom watched as Jake filled the kettle with water and set it on the stove to boil. But what caught Tom’s attention next made his stomach flutter of anticipation From one of the cabinets, Jake retrieved what unmistakably looked like a large baby bottle. It was pastel-coloured with cheerful animal prints. Tom's eyes widened as he saw Jake take out a jug of milk from the fridge and pour it into the bottle without hesitation. The familiarity and ease with which Jake handled the baby bottle suggested that this was not an unusual occurrence. After filling the bottle, Jake placed it in the microwave, setting the timer for 20 seconds. The hum of the microwave filled the kitchen as Emma reached into her bag and pulled out the list once again. Her demeanour was calm, almost businesslike, as if she were simply checking off items on a shopping list. "Now, where were we?" Emma said, scanning the paper with her finger before pausing. "Ah, yes, rule number five: Clothing and accessories." "Let's start with clothing," she said, looking directly at Tom. "I think it goes without saying, but during this weekend, Jake and I will decide what you wear. Is that clear?" Tom nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Emma continued, "Second, in order for us to check you easily, your clothing will need to provide easy access to your diaper. While we're in the house, you'll mostly be wearing onesies, dungarees, sleepers, or sometimes, we might just leave your diaper uncovered. Either way, this is not for you to decide. We choose what you wear." As Emma spoke, Tom could feel the weight of her words. The thought of being dressed and undressed at their whim was both humiliating and oddly comforting. Emma leaned in slightly, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Now, I know this also falls under the category of punishment, but if you disobey us, we have the option of dressing you in my old girly baby clothes. I guess you can imagine what those are on your own." She winked playfully, leaving Tom to imagine the possibilities. Tom swallowed hard, trying to process the idea of being forced to wear girly baby clothes. "For accessories," Emma continued, "you might have already noticed the baby bottle that Daddy has prepared for you." At that moment, Jake, who had been quietly standing by, handed the baby bottle to Tom. The bottle was larger than a typical baby bottle, designed specifically for adult use with an oversized rubber nipple. Tom hesitated for a moment, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment, but under Emma's watchful gaze, he placed the bottle in his mouth and began to drink. The milk was lukewarm, a far cry from the cold or hot beverages he was used to. The sensation was strange and slightly unsettling, but Tom found himself drinking steadily, the act of sucking on the bottle soothing in a way he hadn’t anticipated. "You’ll also have to use a pacifier if you get fussy," Emma added, her voice firm. "And we have some toys for you to play with as well." Emma gestured to a nearby basket, which Tom hadn't noticed before. It was filled with oversized baby toys. There were brightly coloured stacking rings, a large rattle that jingled softly when shaken, plush animals with big eyes and soft fur, and a teething ring made from smooth, soft rubber. Each toy was clearly meant for an infant, but they were scaled up slightly, making them more appropriate for Tom's adult-sized hands. "And when it’s time to eat," Emma said, "you’ll be fed from this high chair, and you’ll wear a bib." Jake moved to a supply closet in the kitchen and pulled out a large, adult-sized feeding chair. The chair was sturdy and well-made, with a locking tray that was clearly designed to keep its occupant securely in place. The seat was padded for comfort, but it was unmistakably a high chair, with all the features one would expect in a baby’s feeding station, scaled up for an adult. Emma looked at Tom with a smile. "Actually, why don’t you hop on there right now and finish your ‘baba’?" she suggested, using the babyish term for the bottle. As Tom got up from the barstool he hesitated, but before he could fully process what was happening, Jake stepped forward and reached for the waistband of Tom’s trousers. In one swift motion, he pulled them down, exposing Tom's wet diaper. Tom’s face flushed with embarrassment, but Jake remained unfazed. He neatly folded Tom’s trousers and set them aside, leaving Tom in just his diaper and t-shirt. "There," Jake said with a calm voice, "as the rules stated, we need to be able to check you easily." Both Emma and Jake could see the wetness of the diaper, the telltale sag and slight discoloration confirming that Tom had already used it. Despite the visible evidence, they decided to ignore it for now. "Up you go," Emma said, guiding Tom to the high chair. The chair had a small set of steps, making it easier for Tom to climb up. With a soggy squish, he turned and sat down, the wet diaper pressing against the padded seat. Jake moved quickly, lowering the tray in front of Tom and securing it with a click. Then, he fastened a belt that ran between Tom’s legs, further securing him in place. Tom was now locked into the high chair, unable to move much more than his arms. With Tom securely fastened in the high chair, Jake handed him the baby bottle once more. "Finish your baba," Jake instructed gently but firmly. Tom's heart pounded in his chest as he sat there, drinking from the bottle. The room felt smaller, as if the walls themselves were closing in on him, tightening the grip of reality around his fragile anticipation. Emma returned to her list, continuing where she had left off, the tone of her voice unwavering as she detailed the next steps of Tom’s transformation into their baby for the weekend. "Rule number six: Punishment," Emma announced with a gravity that made Tom's stomach tighten. It had never occurred to him that there would be rules, let alone consequences for breaking them. He hadn't fully grasped just how serious they were about this. He had thought the weekend would be a harmless adventure, an exploration of his desires in a safe and controlled environment. But the word "punishment" echoed in his mind, conjuring images that made his heart race. He realised that he had, perhaps naively, surrendered himself entirely to the whims of his hosts. Emma’s voice broke through his spiralling thoughts, bringing him back to the present. “Now, this shouldn’t come as a surprise, but if you disobey any of the rules we’re about to lay out, there will be repercussions.” Tom swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry as sandpaper. He wasn’t sure if he could speak even if he wanted to. Emma continued, “Tom, we want you to enjoy this weekend, but part of that enjoyment comes from fully embracing the role you’ve chosen. That means submitting to our authority completely. There will be no half-measures here. If you fail to follow the rules, you will be punished.” She paused, letting the seriousness of her words settle in before continuing. “Now, let’s go over the specific things that will lead to a punishment. First off, the obvious: talking back to us, raising your voice, whining, disobeying orders, lying, and of course, cursing. These are non-negotiable.” Tom nodded, his mind racing to keep up. These seemed straightforward enough, but the calm way Emma listed them made it clear that there would be no room for negotiation or leniency. He wasn’t here to argue or plead his case. He was here to obey. But then, as Emma’s lips curled into a knowing smile, Tom felt a shiver of apprehension crawl up his spine. “We’ve also added a few specific rules just for you,” she continued, “to make sure you fully embrace the experience this weekend. If we notice you holding off on using your diapers, if you try to remove them without permission, if you fail to address us as Mommy and Daddy, or if we feel you’re being fussy in any way—these will all lead to immediate punishment.” Tom’s breath hitched. The sheer number of rules felt overwhelming, a minefield of potential missteps just waiting to catch him off guard. The idea of addressing Jake and Emma as Mommy and Daddy, once a playful notion, now seemed loaded with a new, more intimidating significance. And the thought of them scrutinising his every move, judging whether or not he was truly embracing his role, filled him with an anxious dread. He tried to hide his discomfort, but Emma’s perceptive gaze didn’t miss a thing. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “Now, let’s talk about what happens when you break the rules.” Tom’s heart skipped a beat. This was the part he had been dreading, the part that would solidify just how vulnerable he was in their hands. “First,” Emma began, her voice steady and unwavering, “the most common punishment will be a good old-fashioned spanking. For minor infractions, you’ll be spanked over your diaper. But for more serious disobedience… it will be a bare-bottom spanking.” Tom felt a rush of heat flood his cheeks, the humiliation of the prospect burning through his embarrassment. He had never considered the possibility of being spanked—hadn’t thought that they would actually go through with something so direct, so physical. But as he met Emma’s gaze, he saw no sign of hesitation. She meant every word. “If you curse,” she continued, “your punishment will start with a mouthful of soap. We don’t tolerate foul language, and that’s a lesson you’ll learn quickly. Is that clear?” and the sensation was conflicting. This was an old-school punishment, one that felt humiliatingly effective. Tom nodded mechanically, too stunned to respond in any other way. He felt like a child being scolded, and the thought of soap in his mouth sent shivers down his spine. Emma’s tone left no room for doubt—she would follow through. “And now for the more… creative punishments,” Emma said, her smile returning with a hint of playful menace. “Jake suggested this one, and I fully agree. If you hesitate to use your diapers, we’ll see to it that you’re subjected to some assisted encouragement or public humiliation. We’ll decide on the specifics when the time comes, but trust me, it will be enough to make you think twice about breaking that rule again.” Tom’s stomach churned at the thought. Assisted encouragement? Public humiliation? What could that possibly mean? It was almost too much to bear, but he knew he had no choice but to comply. Emma’s expression softened slightly as she moved on to the final punishment. “And lastly, this one’s mine. If you break any rules with me, I might just decide to turn our little baby boy into a little baby girl.” Tom’s eyes widened in shock, his hands trembled slightly as he held onto the bottle, trying to steady himself. The thought of being forced into feminine clothing, of being transformed against his will, was both terrifying and humiliating. Emma’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll admit, Tom, I’m kind of hoping you slip up at least once. I think you’d look absolutely adorable in a pink, fluffy diaper and one of my old baby dresses.” Tom dropped the bottle onto the tray with a clatter, the sound echoing in the silent room, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He had wanted to explore his fantasies, to push boundaries, but now those boundaries seemed to stretch far beyond what he had imagined. Emma’s voice brought him back to the moment. “Do you understand, Tom? This weekend is about more than just playing dress-up. It’s about submission, obedience, and trust. We want you to experience this fully, and that means following the rules. Do you think you can do that?” Tom hesitated, the weight of her words pressing down on him like a heavy blanket. But as he looked into Emma’s eyes, he saw not just authority, but a promise—an assurance that, despite the strictness of the rules and the severity of the punishments, this was still a space of care, a place where he could explore and push his limits safely. With a deep breath, Tom nodded. “Yes, Mommy. I understand.” Emma smiled, a warm, approving smile that sent a small ripple of relief through Tom’s anxiety. “Good boy,” she said softly. “Now, let’s give you a tour of the house and show you to your new room. We have a big weekend ahead of us.”

Chapter 3: Angela's Trial "What the fuck was that?" Dameon screamed. He couldn't believe what he just saw. A witch. A real witch. There was no way. That kind of stuff only happens in stories and fairy tails. How the hell did one end up at his club? Luna's hands flew through her hair as she spun around. She felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, and her anxiety was spiking by the second. "This can't be real," she whispered, her voice laced with desperation. "It just can't be." Angela's face twisted in rage as she turned on Marcus, who stood frozen in shock beside his wife. Her eyes blazed with accusation, and her fists clenched at her sides. "You're to blame for this!" she spat, her words venomous. "What? How could this possibly have been my fault?" Marcus was tired of getting blamed for everything. This time, at least, there was nothing he did that could have caused this. "If you didn't keep coming to this stupid club to see that girl," Angela pointed toward Maya without even looking in her direction. "We wouldn't be in this mess right now." Maya wasn't sure if her spell brought the witch here, but she did know that this situation wasn't good. They were in an unknown decrepit room. Frank had already started trying to yank the club door back open. But the way they came from seemed to be permanently closed, and the door wasn't budging. It didn't even make a creek like he had loosened it. That left only one other option. Looking across the room, Maya spotted the only other door in the whole room. But that was the side in which the witch showed its face. Was it really worth the risk of trying it? What if that was what she wanted? What if this whole thing was a trap? Maya had to risk it, it was their only option, and everyone else seemed a little preoccupied with freaking out about the situation. Rightfully so. Others were handling it better. At least Angela and Marcus seemed to be coherent. Meanwhile, Dameon and Luna had seemed to lose their marbles, completely panicking. "We're gonna die here. We're all dead." Dameon mumbled to himself, staring at the ground, unwilling to try and address the issue head-on and find a way out of this mess. *"Well, if no one else is going to have a brain, I might as well try.* Maya stepped towards the other door, but suddenly, the room started to shake. "What the fuck now?" Luna snapped out of her trace, becoming more aware of her surroundings. "What did you do?" Angela yelled at Maya. It was clear that she would blame her for everything, even if she didn't do anything. But before she could try to fend for herself or tell Angela to jump off a bridge, they all noticed a bright white light coming from the center of the room. A glass display case resting on a stone pedestal rose from the light, captivating them all. Its rise came to a slow stop, and the light quickly retreated, returning the room to its dark, soulless atmosphere. The group stared at one another, unsure what to do, but as their eyes adjusted to the lightning, a sparkling light came from the glass case. Inside held the most massive diamond any of them have ever seen in their live. It was encased in a stunning necklace that had to be worth millions. Maya and Luna stepped forward, their eyes fixed on the stunning necklace hanging on the pedestal. As they approached the display case, a collective hush fell over the group, and everyone started to approach with a sense of unease. An unspoken thought crossed all of their minds: Why had the witch brought this here? "Oh, my god," Maya breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, staring at the necklace. Her eyes filled with a sparkle like a little girl seeing diamonds for the first time. "Look at that! It's like something out of a fairy tale." Luna's gaze lingered on the intricate details of the piece, her mouth opening in a silent gasp. The two women seemed entranced by the beauty before them. But their admiration was met with a snarl from Angela. Her eyes narrowed, and her face twisted into a scowl. "As if," she spat. "You two could only dream of owning something like that." Maya and Luna exchanged an annoyed glance, but Angela's words felt like a bulldozer breaking through to reality. The atmosphere shifted as the group realized this had to be some type of trap. There was no way Maya or Luna was going to take it. They've seen what 'gifts' lead to at a place like this. The only person to be stupid enough to take a diamond necklace at a strip club as a gift would be a newbie who was uneducated and unwilling to listen to others. "You two sluts don't deserve that," Angela seethed, her voice rising in desperation. "None of you do! My husband has been working so hard. We try to make ends meet, but you." She looked around the room; it was clear she had lost her mind. "You people stole his money. You cheated him." "Listen, lady, I think..." Frank tried to intervene, but it was clear that wasn't going to help. "Now!...now we're barely scraping by. The bank's threatening to foreclose on our house, and I don't know how much longer we can keep a roof over our heads." Angela lunged out, grabbing the stunning necklace. A rush of excitement and possessiveness swept through her. She wrapped her fingers around the cold metal, feeling its smooth surface against her hand. With a giggle of triumph, she held it up to the dim light in the room, trying to admire its sparkle. But as she did, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The air seemed to grow thick with an unsettling energy, and the shadows on the walls appeared to twist and writhe like living things. Angela's grin faltered, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. Suddenly, the witch's maniacal laugh echoed through the room, making Angela's heart skip a beat. *"Oh shit... what have I done?"* The sound sent a chill through her veins, and she froze, the necklace still clutched in her hand. "What was that?" she whispered, scanning the room for where the witch would show her evil face again. But there was nothing. She couldn't find her anywhere. She faced Maya and the others. "I guess she's gone?" The laugh came again, louder and closer this time, making Angela jump. She could see the petrified look on the others across from her. Frozen in fear, she didn't dare move a muscle, but she wished she had. A pair of firm hands with long fingernails crept over her shoulders. Angela could feel the witch's presence as it leaned over and placed her head next to Angela's. "What a lovely necklace, deary. " The intimidating voice softly spoke in her ear. "Why don't you wear it?" The witch's hands reached down Angela's front toward her hands, where the necklace was. Maya could see Angela shaking, completely terrified for her fate. They all were. Even if she was a bitch, they didn't want to see her killed! As the witch grabbed the necklace from Angela's hands, she stared right at Maya, starting down her soul again. Maya had no idea what she had done to get this much attention from the witch but didn't want to find out either. "It's... o...kay," Angela stuttered. "I... don't... have... too" Angela knew she screwed up. All she hoped for now was to get out of this alive. "Yes, you do, sweety." The witch's soothing voice only made things worse. It was like every word was used just to torture them. "You *deserve* this, remember?" "I don't." Angela started crying as the necklace was placed around her neck, just waiting to be clasped closed. "I really don't. I'm sorry." she was practically balling at this point. She thought she was dead—a goner, done for. "It's okay, sweetie. We all have to treat ourselves sometimes, right? Wouldn't you agree, Marcus?" She snapped her head violently to stare at Marcus as she finished clasping the necklace into place and securing it around Angela's neck. The floor creaked beneath the witch's feet, like a crumbling grave giving way to eternity. With a chilling shriek, she plummeted into the abyss, her screams echoing through the silence as if summoned by some ancient evil. As she fell, the air seemed to thicken with malevolent intent, heavy with the weight of her maniacal laughter. And when the darkness finally consumed her, the only sound was the witch's muffled giggles, leaving Angela standing frozen in terror, the necklace still snug around her neck. Freed from the witch's presence, Angela ran towards the group, crying, tears streaking down her face. Marcus held out open arms to embrace her, grateful to see she was okay. But with each step she took, the group noticed something was different. Something was happening. Angela looked... different. As Maya's eyes scanned the chaotic scene unfolding before her, a jolt of realization electrified her senses. Angela's chest began to expand at an alarming rate, growing larger with each passing moment. Initially, it was hard to discern what was happening, but the truth became unmistakable as the seconds ticked by. Angela's modest grey dress seemed woefully inadequate for containing the burgeoning growth within. "Look out!" Maya yelled, her voice laced with panic, as she frantically searched for a way to shield herself from the impending disaster. Equally caught off guard, the others scrambled to cover themselves, their faces etched with worry and fear. "What? Where?" Angela stumbled around, her eyes darting wildly as she tried to make sense of the commotion. Her face contorted in confusion. She attempted to duck and avoid whatever was happening as if trying to escape a predator. RRRRRIIPPPP The sound sent shivers down their spines, like the reverberation of a thousand screams. Whatever was growing within Angela finally broke through her body. She was a goner, and they were likely next. "What the fuck...! My dress!" Angela's anguished cry pierced the air like a scream from the depths of hell. The group turned to see what had happened, their faces agog with shock and awe. They stood shocked at Angela. Standing before them, her figure transformed beyond recognition. Gone was the modest grey dress; in its place lay a sleek red thong and matching bra, daringly exposed for all to see. But it was not just the garment that had vanished – Angela herself had undergone a different change. Her breasts, once barely noticeable, now stood proudly, their size easily dwarfing her prior ones. The double D cup bra sagged under the strain. The group gasped in unison, their eyes glued to the spectacle before them. How could this be? Angela, the bitch who thought she was better than everyone at the club, was now transformed into a human pin-up. "You have got to be fucking kidding me," Maya spat, her face twisted with rage and disappointment. "That bitch got bigger boobs!" The outburst seemed to echo through the room. "I Should have just grabbed the damn thing. Unbelievable" "You did this to me! Didn't you?" Angela walked up to Maya, throwing modesty out the door. But realistically, what choice did she have? Her clothes were gone. It's not like she could cover herself up. "What? No. How could I..." Maya tried to defend herself, but Angele didn't care what she had to say. Like before, she viewed Maya as a spoiled little brat who only cared about getting what she wanted. "You wanted this to happen. You wanted me to get stooped down to your filthy level." "Angela..." Marcus tried to butt in to save Maya. Even if he knew, all that would do would bury him further in the ground that he knew his wife thought of him. "Don't you dare." Angela stepped up to Marcus, getting uncomfortably close. "I bet you just love this. Don't you?" She used her hands to gesture towards her near-naked body. "You're disgusting, you know that?" "Please, Angela..." Marcus felt defeated. He knew there was nothing he could say. "Oh, shut up. At least you can stop wasting our money on this baby." Angela threw her arm in Maya's direction. "I mean, look at her; I bet she should still be breastfeeding for crying out loud." Maya blushed at her remark. She was a grown adult. The comparison was wildly unfair. "I bet the only reason she isn't is because YOU keep giving the baby all the money she needs to run away from home." 'Hey! That's enough!" Frank shouted from the other side of the room, near the other door that Maya wanted to try to see if it was unlocked. "Don't even try to butt in mister 'muscle'" Angela was on a rampage, and nothing was going to stop her. "Suit yourself, but the doors unlocked, and I'm getting out of here. Come on, Maya, I think the real witch wants to have a word with her husband." Frank should have chosen better words, as an evil giggle could be heard all around them. "Yep! I'm coming." Maya rushed over to meet with him, ready to leave this place. "Wait up!" Dameon and the others quickly followed suit. Even if Angela was pissed, there was no way she was going to stay behind. She wanted out just as bad as everyone else. Rushing through the door was a big mistake, however. They were all in too much of a rush to leave the last room. They hadn't even realized they were stepping into complete darkness. SLAM After they all entered the room, the door closed behind them, leaving them with zero light. They couldn't see each other, and without linking arms or anything, they had no way to tell where anyone else was. "AHHH!" Everyone heard Maya scream suddenly in the darkness. "Maya!" Frank yelled out. "What is it? Where are you?" but no response came in return.

A slightly odd thing happened this week: I woke up in the middle of the night in a mild state of panic because I thought I might not be in a nappy. The room was dark and all was quiet (as you’d hope) at 2am when suddenly, I was awake with a start: something was wrong, or at least, something MIGHT be wrong. Was I in my nappy? Oh my god, I’d BETTER be. After 5.5 years of uninterrupted nappy usage, I thought it would have soaked into (did you see what I did with that?) ALL parts of my brain that this is how I roll these days but it seems that like that somewhere in the quarter-bucket of grey matter between my ears, there are some provincial villages that don’t always read the news. Lying in bed in the dark confusedly, I didn’t question the legitimacy of this frisson of panic but simply accepted its apparent importance at face value. I groggily evaluated my condition to realise that my pyjama pants did seem suspiciously thick and my crotch bulky down there but this was a clue, not a finding. Gradually as I began to surface more into wakefulness, I remembered with a gentle, warm breeze of relief that I definitely HAD a nappy on. I could recall changing one shortly before bed (just like I have down for more than 2000 of the preceding nights). Whew! Another layer of relief wafted down upon me as fluttering rose petals when I recalled that the nappy that was undoubtedly warmly embracing my midriff was one soundly-constructed of 2 layers of reasonably thick cloth pull-on beneath securely-fitted and enclosed-elastic plastic pants. This was not some medical grade pull-up with the absorbency characteristics of a teabag. Things were certainly looking up from where they were 7 sleep-befuddled seconds earlier. The more I woke up, the less worried I was. I further recalled that thanks to the twin miracles of physical exhaustion and dehydration, I had been dry when I went to bed so that nappy was not only of solid construction but had a full tank of capacity available to it. So why the mental fire drill? I slipped an exploratory finger under the waistband elastic of my plastic pants at my crotch and immediately felt wetness. I was far from dry now. I wasn’t peeing when I woke up but clearly I’d done so whilst asleep. If you’d asked my waking brain, I’d have told you that I was dry but back in the provincial-brain-village-that-doesn’t-read-the-news, I knew that I had wet myself. There had been no pee dream. For whatever reason, at some, too-late-o’clock point after this event, my provincial-village brain had gotten the wobbles about the legitimacy of this “decision” and pressed an alarm button. I’d woken to discover that I was dressed for success for such a venture and no intervention was necessary. I fell back asleep but it was a slightly strange thing to happen. It’s an interesting insight into the vaguely volitional nature of my self-inflicted secondary onset bedwetting. It also seems that my bedwetting is back (again) but I know better than to go looking for it.

It stands for 'Non-disclosure agreement'. It's what keeps people from blabbing about other's personal information. (well should at least) Chapter 21! I think some of you have might have anticipated things here. --- Alicia felt her shoulder being nudged by a gentle hand. She must’ve fallen asleep from fatigue. She opened her eyes and looked bleary-eyed as they adjusted to the light. The gentle visage of her mother smiled back at her. “Hey, sweetie,” Emily said. She looked at Alicia with compassion and leaned in to hug her. “Did you have some trouble today, sweetheart? I noticed you’re wearing your spare pants.” Alicia felt the tears coming again she wrapped her arms around her mother as much as she could. She wanted to tell Emily about her horrible encounter with the city’s resident extreme-makeover, but she couldn’t get out a word. Pamela’s threats had ingrained themselves in her mind, causing a fear of being exposed. “Oh, sweetheart, there, there,” her mother reassured and patted Alicia’s back, unaware of her actual plight. “Hmm, seems you might need a change, honey,” Emily said seeing her daughter’s pants bulge in the front. Aghast, Alicia felt her pull-up, noting that it was indeed wet. She hadn’t felt the need to go at all and it only spurred her sadness. The formula must’ve done a number on her, she chided herself in her mind for letting her greed get the better part of her. Emily held her daughter tightly and rocked her back and forth. “Does my angel need some little-girl time?” she asked. Alicia didn’t think about her mother’s choice of word and nodded. Anything else was preferable from the dread she felt. She found herself lifted up and carried towards the bathroom. Soon, she was laid upon the foldable changing table, where her mother carefully cleaned her up and slid a thick diaper underneath her bum. Alicia sighed as she felt its soft embrace, finding comfort in the act and the protection it offered her. “…Mom, am I a freak?” she eventually asked her mother as Emily finished taping up the diaper securely around her waist. “What?” she asked bewildered. “Why on earth would you ask that, Alicia?” “I-I dunno…just a lot has happened and I don’t know how to process things,” Alicia admitted. “Should I really be doing all this?” Emily looked at her vulnerable daughter and shook her head. She lifted her up and hugged her again. “Of course you’re not a freak, sweetheart. You’re a lovely girl. You’re kind, compassionate and the funniest daughter I could ever wish for.” “B-but, the modeling and the diapers…should I really be doing that?” Emily cocked an eyebrow, wondering just why her daughter was second guessing herself now. “Well, honey, like you’ve told me, you won’t be able to quit modeling without repercussion for some time, but why shouldn’t you do it? From what I’ve heard from Sofia, you’re performing just wonderfully—a few emotional outburst aside.” Alicia bit her lip. “But what if I wasn’t bound by a contract? Would it still be okay for me to keep doing what I’m doing?” “Well, how do ‘you’ feel about it, Alicia? Would you keep modeling even if you could get out of it?” Emily asked. “I-I’m not sure. In the beginning I wished for nothing else than to quit, but it’s not so bad, I guess? Still, it feels wrong…” She sniffed. “Do you dislike working at the agency, Alicia?” her mother asked. Alicia thought deeply. She liked the people there, excluding a certain clown-lady, even Nora had been tolerable—albeit her lack of manners and common sense. And even if she didn’t enjoy all the aspects of her modeling career, the money certainly helped. Sofia and Michelle helping her along the way, bantering with her also made things more bearable. “No, it’s actually nice most of the times, even if the public photo shoots are a pain,” Alicia said. “Then, I don’t see the issue, dear. If you like working there then there shouldn’t be a problem?” Emily said. “B-but I’m not a child, mom. Isn’t weird that I’m working with children?” Emily snorted a little. “There would be a lot of issues in the world if that was the case, sweetie.” “That’s not the same thing though, mom,” Alicia rolling her eyes, a little annoyed at her mother’s carefree attitude. “Hmm, so what exactly is different? Tell me a little what’ve you been doing, with Isabella for example,” Emily hummed. Alicia pondered. “Well, I guess we’ve been playing for the most part when we’ve been together.” “Mhmm, anything else?” “I’ve taught her a few things? Read to her, showed her some letters of the alphabet and how to spell her name?” Alicia said. “Wow honey, it’s almost like you’re describing a babysitter or daycare worker,” her mother smiled. “B-but Isabella think I’m as old as her,” Alicia retorted. “That may be true, but does that matter, sweetie? Correct me if I’m wrong, but you seem to like spending time with Isabella, and Jenny as well?” “She’s a very sweet girl, mom…and Jenny’s nice too,” Alicia said. “Honey,” Emily began, “as long as that is the case, does anything else matter?” Alicia looked down, still hearing Pamela’s voice in her head. “It just feels odd, taking advantage of my appearance like this, I don’t deserve it.” Her mother stroked her cheek. “Oh honey, you didn’t choose this life, you know that,” Emily started tearing up. “If I only had the means back then, I would have given you the hormone treatment you needed.” It was a conversation they’ve had many times before. Alicia’s stunted growth could have been managed with hormone shots, but as a single mother with next to no social network, Emily couldn’t afford it. A fact that had haunted her ever since Alicia was diagnosed. Alicia hugged her mother. “I know, mom.” Emily straightened her back. “Alright, enough with the pity party. What do you say we leave these worries behind us for now,” Emily said and got a glint in her eye. “There’s actually someone I’d like you to meet, an old friend that I think we’ll make things just right.” Alicia looked puzzled as her mother broke the hug and went over to the bathroom. She was just as confused as Emily held something behind her back and sneakily made her way back. “I managed to find him earlier, and I gave him a good wash and tumble so he’d be all fresh and happy to see you, honey,” she said and revealed an orange stuffy with dark fur around its eyes. Alicia’s eyes started to shine and she gasped. “Bandit!” She took the plushie from her mother’s hands and hugged it tightly to her chest. “Thank you, mommy!” she said happily. Emily’s face brightened, seeing her daughter’s change of expression. She kissed her softly on the head. “You’re welcome, mommy’s angel.” Alicia couldn’t believe how much she had missed Bandit, but now all of their memories together seemed to flow back into her. The make-believe tea parties, times when she cried into his fur, moments when she confessed her secrets to him by the bedside. It felt all too right snuggling up with her old, best friend. “I missed you buddy,” she sighed, her worries seemingly melting away. Then, her stomach growled. Alicia looked at the clock. It was almost dinner time by now, she must’ve napped for a while! “Oh, is my little girl hungry?” Emily asked lovingly. “I guess I could eat, yeah,” Alicia said, her earlier encounter with the mushy food now digested. “I’m thinking lasagna for today,” Emily hummed. “I left some meat to thaw in the fridge yesterday.” “Yum, yes please!” Alicia agreed. Alicia helped out in preparing dinner, cutting down on time, and after about an hour they both had a steaming plate of hot lasagna to enjoy. Bandit guarded them both as he sat vigilant on the kitchen table. Alicia didn’t say anything as Emily cut up her food in pieces, but she wanted to eat on her own. Soon her little belly was full and she patted it contently. Emily wiped away traces of meat and ketchup on Alicia’s face. “Room for some dessert, honey?” Emily said, holding up Alicia’s bottle. Alicia was kind of tanked out on bottles for today, but she had grown to love the intimacy they shared during the feeding. “Just a little bit, mom. I had several at work.” “Oh? You have to tell me more about that some time. Get settled into the couch and I’ll join you in a bit,” she said. Alicia grabbed Bandit and headed to the livingroom. She switched on the TV and landed on another animal documentary—this one about Bobcats. Perfect, she thought and smiled. Emily turned up with a half-full baby bottle that seemed to contain milk in it. “Figured we could try something else for a change.” Alicia got into position and opened her mouth, feeling the latex teat against her tongue. Her mother had warmed it up apparently and soon she felt a familiar warmth in her abdomen as she suckled contently. “There’s my good girl,” Emily cooed as she stroked Alicia’s head, causing her daughter to be putty in her hands. After finishing the bottle, Alicia let out a little burp, making her mother giggle. The combined warmth and massage made Alicia relax and soon the little girl once more drifted off to dreamland, hugging her companion tightly. --- Emily, as many times before, carefully lifted her daughter to her bedroom, undressed her and tucked her into bed. She offered her drowsy princess her pink pacifier, which Alicia took to and started nursing. She left Alicia and Bandit snuggled up together and headed back down to clean things up before eventually heading to her bedroom. She thought about different things she could do to help her daughter. Emily wanted to feel even closer to Alicia, but she wasn’t sure what else she could do. She started to search the internet for answers on how to bond with your child. A lot of things she already knew of course, so she expanded her search. Then her eyes felt on a particular line of information. I…could still do that couldn’t I?…Would she even want that, though? Her thoughts starting racing. It would be the ultimate way to bond…no, she’d never go for it…but perhaps if I take it slow, it would be a while before I could do it anyway. ‘Do it for Alicia. Do it for your girl. She needs you!’ Every fiber of her being screamed at her. “My girl needs me,” Emily murmured. She soon found an appropriate website and purchased everything she needed to get started. --- “Yer no’ tall ‘nuff for me boat, lass!,” the dwarven sailor scoffed at Alicia, his well-kempt beard flowing in the salty breeze. “There’s a storm brewin’, an’ wee lassies like yersel’ will surely go o’erboard.” Alicia frowned. “Master dwarf, I assure you I am a seasoned fighter that’ve been through many hardships. A little storm won’t stop me from getting to Chult.” Bandit—her tressym— clung to her shoulders like a scarf and yawned, stretching his wings in the process. “I’ll take care of my meow-ster.” The dwarf sighed, but let them aboard. “Aye, it’s yer ain funeral.” Soon they were sailing through dark and treacherous waters to reach the jungle island of Chult. The tropical peninsula were rife with ancient ruins rich in history, mystery and adventure. The island was a focal point for many adventurers seeking fortune and fame, and Alicia was no different. With her trusty familiar, nothing would stand in her way. The journey progressed without issue, until dark clouds started forming close to the shorelines of the island. The boat started rocking heavily. “It’s a whirlpool, haud on!” The dwarf yelled as he tried to maneuver around several sharp rocks threatening to sink the boat. Alicia clung to the railing as best as she could, but the haphazard motion of the vessel caused her to slip and she fell into the water below. “Ah telt ye!” the dwarf called out before Alicia disappeared among the waves. Alicia struggled for dear life as the currents swept her along, eventually she found herself suspended in air as Bandit fought to keep them aloft. The winged-cat managed to pull them both to shore and Alicia laid down exhausted on the sandy beach. “Wow, that was a close one, thank you, Bandit,” she said, panting heavily, lucky to be alive. “Nyo problem meow-ster…but you should probably change out of your wet diaper, meow,” he said. “What?” Alicia said and looked down at her bulging pants as an odd signal blared in the distance. --- Alicia groaned as she opened her eyes. Her phone alarm was going off and she reached out to turn it off. Then she noticed her little friend still in her grasp and snuggled close to him before taking out her pacifier and stretching her arms. She felt an odd squelching crinkle as she sat up and removed the covers. Alicia winced when she touched the front of her thick diaper, finding it thoroughly wet. Really?! Alicia thought, lambasting herself. Did she really need any more reinforcement at this point? Little by little, her independence were challenged, and now she had uncontrollably wet herself in her sleep. Her inner rantings was interrupted by the calm voice of her mother. “Good morning, sunshine!” Alicia grumbled in her bed. “Oh, maybe more of a raincloud today?” Emily wondered and approached the bed. “Ah, I see. Don’t worry honey, you were really stressed yesterday, these things happen.” “I don’t want them to happen though, mom,” Alicia said. “Understandable, but at least it wasn’t the bedsheets that got wet?” she tried. “That’s like the smallest of victories, mom.” “Seems quite preferable to me, Alicia. Better a wet diaper than a wet bed?” “Yeah well, you wear the diapers then,” Alicia stuck her tongue out. “Maybe in another forty or so years I will, but for now I leave all to you, my precious girl,” she said and pinched her cheek. “By the way I’m working from home today, and I take it you don’t have any modeling either?” Alicia checked her phone but saw no messages from Sofia. “Doesn’t seem like it.” “Alright, do you want to be a little girl today, sweetie? Maybe it’ll help you relax if you’re still feeling restless from yesterday?” Alicia thought for a moment. Yesterday still laid heavily on her. “I guess, but with the caveat that I can still do some adult stuff. I need to check on a few things and message Lily.” “Sure honey, but other than that, mommy’s free to help her little girl unwind?” “I suppose that would be fine,” Alicia said tentatively. “Then let’s get mommy’s angel all clean and into a fresh diaper,” Emily said and easily lifted Alicia out of bed with Bandit still in her arms. “Oh, and keep this in for mommy too?” She presented the pacifier. Alicia rolled her eyes but accepted the soother, nursing it like it was second nature to her. They went down the stairs, passing an old box outside Alicia’s room, soon she laid upon the changing table getting her diaper changed like several times before, still it was the first time she had willingly used her pacifier except for bedtime. Am I becoming too adjusted to this? Maybe it’s better if I don’t do this every day…she thought as Emily wiped her down. She shuddered a little as the warmed up baby-wipe hit her skin, it felt amazing and in her daze she forgot her earlier reasoning. Soon a fresh diaper was taped around her waist. Emily took out the cat-onesie Alicia had been brought home in that day, and dressed her up to match Bandit. “Adorable,” she squeaked and started working on Alicia’s hair, brushing out all the knots. For breakfast her mother fed her the usual porridge and once again a bottle of warm milk. After her feeding, she was picked up and Emily held her close and patted her bottom. “Mom, seriously I—uurp!” Alicia let out and blushed, her stomach feeling better. “That’s it baby girl, let it all out,” she cooed at her daughter. “Now, mommy’s going to get some work done in her office. Can you be a good girl and play by yourself, sweetie?” she asked. “Mom, please…do you have to go all in like this?” Alicia pleaded, feeling her mother going overboard with the baby treatment. “Just looking out for my precious girl. By the way, I took the liberty of getting some of your old toys from the attic cleaned up. They’re just outside your room, if you want them of course,” she expertly side-stepped Alicia’s question. So that’s what it was…, Alicia thought. “Honestly mom, I think I’d rather just game a little?” “Hmm, well don’t game for too long, Alicia. You know it’s not good for you,” Emily reminded her. “Yeah, yeah…” “Just knock on my door if you need your diapee changed,” Emily sung. “Yes, I got it!” Alicia huffed, not appreciating her mother’s babyish use of the word. “Hehe, love you sweetie,” Emily kissed her on the head and went into her home office to start the workday. “Love you too, mom,” Alicia said. In her bedroom, Alicia put away her pacifier and fired up her laptop. It wasn’t long though until she got a notification about yesterdays’s payment on her phone. She was floored when she saw another four hundred dollars in her account. This is nuts…taking into account that I wasn’t modeling alone this time. Alicia decided that it was time to look for a new laptop, as hers were over five years old and sputtered and lagged at times. She heaved a little as most of what she wanted was in the thousand dollar range. She’d finally found an acceptable rig for little over nine hundred dollars and put in the order. Alicia loaded up her farming sim and where she finally managed to get enough hearts to date the rude blacksmith. He’s just softie, really… She went through a few days of farming until her laptop started chugging and she had to shut it down. Thank you for your service, old friend, she patted her old computer. Then she turned her attention to her phone and looked at the time tables for the ParTee Shack for her outing with Lily. She messaged Lily about the times and confirmed that they were still good to hangout. Haah, okay, what now…her attention fell on the box of toys her mother had dusted off from their old attic. She made her way over, it couldn’t hurt to take a look, right? She found her old dolls, a few lego sets and some of her animal figures. “Hmm, what was that, Sasha?” she said as she picked up a blonde doll with light grey shirt and salmon-colored skirt. “Where have I been all this time? Girlfriend, it’s a whole story,” she said and pushed the box into her room. --- Emily exited her office—which was just a part of her bedroom—to get herself some water from the kitchen, when she heard Alicia talking to herself from her room. “I’m telling you, Marcy. I can’t just up and quit!” Alicia said as she held onto another doll in a ranger’s outfit. She was sitting down on the floor having make-believe conversation and Emily was dying of cuteness overload. “No, Anne” Alicia scoffed and turned to a third doll with wild hair. “It wouldn’t work, what kind of idea is ‘seize the means of production’ anyway? What would that possibly accomplish in this scenario?” Emily snickered at her daughter’s antics, but left her alone for the time being, just happy she was having a good time. She stealthily sneaked downstairs and grabbed herself a glass of water before heading back up to look over some journals. --- Alicia kept playing make-believe, providing free housing for her toys with her old lego, overseen by her anti-autoritarian dolls, which was paradoxical in a way. While she was arranging the park in her community, she felt her bladder twinge. Alicia was too focused on the task at hand that she merely relaxed and let go, her thick diaper swelling with warmth in the front. She let out a small moan as it swelled, but quickly resumed playing. Who has time for potty breaks when you’re city planning? Unfortunately for Alicia, her previous meals had about finished digesting as well and she felt her bowels churn with impending pressure. This time, Alicia did not relax and let go. She shot up and clenched for all that she was worth. Ugh, no. I’ll go to mom and ask her to remove my diaper so I can use the toilet, she thought and headed over next door. She was about to knock as she heard voices from inside the room. Her mother sounded like she was in a conference call. Alicia grumbled, but decided to wait and hold it. Her stomach rumbled with displeasure as it wanted nothing more than to release its contents, yet Alicia held firm…for about two minutes. Wait! I can just remove the diaper myself. I don’t need mom to take it off, gosh I really have become adjusted to this. She slapped her forehead. Filled with determination, she waddled over to the stairs, clenching her sphincter. As she started taking the first steps downstairs, she was hit with another rumble and she had to stop and hold onto the railing. No, I can make it…she thought as her stomach gurgled again and Alicia could feel her mess crowning slightly. She took another tentative step, feeling her body actively working against her, then another, until she was all the way down the stairs. She huffed and panted as sweat started forming around her brows, adamant that she’d not poop her pants today. Sadly her wishful thinking were interrupted by a muffled fart in the back of her diaper, the forerunner of what was to come. N-no…Alicia tried physically holding her bum to avoid messing her diaper. Her bowels tired of her weak attempts and Alicia found herself involuntarily bending her knees, sticking out her padded butt. ‘Frrrrrrrrrt’ A noisy and messy wave of soft stool started pooling out of her fatigued hole and spread around the back of her diaper. Alicia gasped, trying to clench, but was instead rewarded with another deluge that echoed throughout the house. She stumbled onto her knees and groaned as a third, more solid chunk easily made its way out with the rest and nestled itself slickly against her butt and the padding. The diaper strained against the onesie, and while it seemed like it held up, it was slippery with warm feces that threatened to spill out with the tiniest of movements. While Alicia felt better as her bowels had completely emptied, now she was in a different dilemma. How would she go back up to her mom without leaking all over herself? The answer manifested in the form of something primal, Alicia started to cry. “Mommy!” --- Emily—having just wrapped up a phone call—heard the sound of her daughter in distress and bolted out of the room, noticing her little girl on all fours at the end of the stairs, bawling her eyes out. She hurried down the stairs and came to her side, quickly noting her diaper bulging heavily in the back. The smell hit her hard and she coughed a little, but pushed it back. “Oh, sweetie, what’s wrong? Did you go poopy?” She rubbed Alicia’s back soothingly. Alicia nodded, holding out her arms for Emily to pick her up. In that moment, Alicia cared not for decorum or independence, just that her mother could make it all better. Emily picked her up around her chest, trying not to stir the contents of the Alicia’s diaper. “There, there mommy’s angel,” she said and kissed her cheek gently. “I’ll have you clean in no time.” “O-okay, mommy,” Alicia sobbed, slipping more into the role of her mother’s little girl. Emily lifted Alicia into the bathroom and carefully unzipped her onesie, finding it a little stained. She laid Alicia on the changing table and prepared wipes, powder and cream, and this time she opted for one of the thicker Stars diapers. Might just have to buy in bulk if her accidents are these big in the future, maybe even consider some boosters too…she thought as she untaped the biohazard and started wiping her daughter’s messy bum. It took several wipes and soap to properly get Alicia clean, but soon she was as fresh as a daisy. Alicia seemed to be in bliss as the remainder of her accident was wiped away. She had stopped crying, and laid calmly on her back. “Feels good being clean, huh?” her mother asked as she slipped the thick diaper underneath her daughter, making sure to put on enough cream and powder. “Mhm,” Alicia admitted. The feeling of a soft, dry diaper hugging her gently was heavenly after that sticky situation. Emily put the stained onesie in the hamper. It could still be salvaged. “Hey, what do you say of relaxing with mommy for a bit?” Alicia looked tired from the ordeal and nodded sleepily, still naked except for her diaper. Her mother carried her to the couch in the living room, but this time Emily unbuttoned her shirt and dressed down to her black bra. Alicia didn’t move as Emily laid her on her stomach and covered them with a blanket. She started to hum a lullaby to Alicia as she stroked her hair gently. The skin-to-skin contact warmed them both and it didn’t take long for Alicia to slip into peaceful slumber. “Soon, baby girl,” Emily said to her daughter, sleeping on her bosom. “Soon we’ll be closer than ever.”

Chapter 2: A Witches Welcome Maya's eyes widened in awe as the purple swirling light coalesced into a figure slowly rising from the stage. A shiver ran down her spine as the witch hat materialized on top of the mysterious entity, and she couldn't help but take a step back. The air was electric with anticipation, and a group of the club's patrons, frozen in place moments before, scrambled to get out of the club as they realized something extraordinary was happening. As the figure emerged from the portal, Maya felt her fear mix with fascination. The witch's long black hair streamed behind her like a dark river, and her eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity - bright purple in the dim light of the club. Maya couldn't help but feel drawn to the woman despite the unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. The air vibrated with magical energy, making it hard for Maya to breathe. The club's speakers crackled to life, and the DJ's voice spoke, "What an entrance by..." he looked at his sheet to see if there were any new dancers he should shout out, not recognizing the woman standing on stage. But there was nothing; if she was new, he wasn't told about her. "The witch!" at least he could use her costume as a name for now until he gets the memo on who this new person was. "Fucking management, man. How am I supposed to build up hype when they pull stunts like this." He mumbled under his breath as he started another track. Maya felt a hand on her arm, spinning her around to face that woman, Marcus's wife. Her eyes were filled with frustration toward her. Utterly oblivious to the situation. "How dare you!" the woman scolded Maya, her voice laced with anger and betrayal. "Who do you think you are? You think you can just walk out on me?" But Maya's attention was already locked on the woman on stage, her eyes fixed intently on the mysterious figure. The woman had the whole crowd's attention, drawing them in with a power that was both captivating and unsettling. As Maya watched, transfixed, the woman on the stage just stood there, looking around the club. Her beauty was undeniable - striking features, a slim waist barely hidden by her cloak, and a stunning rack that made Maya jealous. "So unfair." The crowd erupted in cheers, but Maya barely noticed. The presence of this new woman made time feel like it had stood still. Suddenly, the witch's eyes locked onto hers, sending shivers down Maya's spine. The witch's gaze pierced her eyes. There was something about her eyes that felt like a direct connection to Maya's very soul, and she knew at that moment that this was no act - whatever magic the woman possessed was real. "Hello? Earth to slut, I'm over here." The woman tried to turn Maya's face back toward her. She didn't care what Maya was looking at. It was likely just another whore on the stage. Maya broke eye contact with the witch and was forced to look at the annoying woman who had ambushed her earlier. Annoyed, the witch's focus changed to the women bothering Maya. The witch scowled as she looked around the rest of the club. Then suddenly, she threw her arms up, laughing maniacally. A puff of smoke completely engulfed her, and she was gone. The remaining crowd lost it. They erupted in a large cheer, whistling and hollering at the magnificent showmanship. They had never seen such a unique entrance for a new dancer. They hoped that once the smoke cleared, she would be standing there in nothing more than a thin piece of ripped cloth covering her magnificent body. "Oh, grow up." The woman's focus broke from Maya. She was more annoyed that these men were so willing to betray their families to spoil these overgrown babies who couldn't take care of themselves, instead opting to beg grown adults for money. In the heat of the moment, she let Maya's arm go without realizing it. The men scoffed at her remark, but one man in the crowd looked terrified when he saw the woman. "Angela?" the man spoke in her direction. "Shit," he mumbled to himself. "Hi, Sweetie. I was just talking about you with your 'friend' here." Angela had a fake smile on, clearly showing that she was both annoyed and felt like she was in a place of power. When Angela looked back at Maya, she was gone, walking towards the exit. "Hey! Where do you think you are going?" Algela started rushing after Maya. "I'm not done with you yet." "Lady, I don't care. I'm getting the fuck out of here." Maya knew what she just felt wasn't a part of the show. That was the real deal. "Those eyes... it was like she could see right into my soul." Maya was so focused on leaving she hadn't even bothered to go back and grab her stuff. She just wanted out. Luna, Maya's best friend at the club, caught up to her as she sped walked over to the exit. "Hey, what's going on? Are you okay?" Luna asked, concern etched on her face. She had been watching from the sidelines, and Maya's frantic pace and shaky hands told a story. Maya hesitated for a moment before answering. "We need to get out of here," she said curtly, not wanting to elaborate. Luna nodded sympathetically, remembering the time that Maya had gotten attacked in the parking lot. This was different, though - this felt like something more sinister. Luna fell into step beside Maya as they walked towards the door. "What's going on? You've never been scared of anything at this club before," she said, her voice low and serious. Maya glanced over her shoulder, feeling a shiver run down her spine. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was following them. The way the witch looked at her made her feel singled out like it wanted her. "Maybe playing with magic was a horrible idea." "Whoa! What? No, you aren't; you just got here." Dameon finally showed his face from his office. He usually stayed back there for the whole night unless otherwise needed, but all the noise and the weird effects were not approved, and he was going to have someone's paycheck for blowing the budget. "Shit, I gotta go man. I'm about to get royally fucked, and not in the right way." Marcus rushed out of the booth he shared with some other regulars. They weren't good friends; they would just occasionally oodle over the woman, and they knew with two or more of them there, they were more likely to have one of the pretty ladies come over for a nice chat. "Awe, man, it was just getting good," the man said, trying to persuade his friend to stay. "I know, I know, I just. I gotta..." he could see Angela rushing off to catch Maya. Cutting his chat short, he ran after them. The last thing he wanted was for her to get him banned from the club. This was his only way to unwind from the stress of home life. "Yeah, yeah, good luck, man!" *** Frank stood at attention outside the door, his eyes scanning the dimly lit alleyway for any signs of trouble. The night was slow, and he didn't have a large crowd to deal with all evening. As he leaned against the wall, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It wasn't his favorite job, but it paid the bills, and the girls were always grateful for his protection. The chanting from inside the club caught his attention, and he smiled. "Sounds like they're having a good time." He'd worked at Little Miracles Gentlemen's Club for years and knew how much a good night could mean to the girls. They usually made more tips during peak hours, but when business was slow, times like these kept everyone on their toes. Frank instinctively stepped forward as the door opened, eyes scanning the entrance for any signs of trouble. A few patrons were filtering out, chatting with each other or laughing, but something about the atmosphere felt off. The usual chatter among the members when leaving wasn't the same this time. The ones who weren't laughing seemed on edge, and even those who laughed did so nervously. Normally, Frank wouldn't think twice about it, but this seemed odd. Even the air was thick with tension. One person caught Frank's attention - Adrien, one of the bartenders, looked like he'd seen a ghost. His eyes were wide with fear, and his face was pale as he quickly tried to rush past Frank. "Hey, what's going on?" Frank asked, but Adrien didn't respond. He just took off running towards his car, leaving Frank wondering what had happened. Frank, worried about what might have gone down, opened the door to the club, scanning the dimly lit interior for any signs of trouble. Everything seemed normal - the DJ was still spinning tracks, drinks were still being poured, and patrons were still enjoying themselves. But it was the sight of Maya storming towards him that made Frank's gut twisted with concern. She looked terrified, her eyes wide with fear as she approached him. She hadn't even grabbed her purse or her sweatshirt. Whatever was wrong must have scared the holy hell out of her if she was about to go outside dressed like that at the start of October. Frank could see Maya glancing back over her shoulder. For a moment, Frank thought he saw something moving behind her—a flash of purple, a glimpse of long black hair, a pointy tall hat. But when he turned to look, there was nothing. Instead, he saw this short lady dressed in gray chasing after her. He had remembered letting the woman in earlier that night. He thought she was a tightwad who just came to the club to blow off steam or pull her husband out. Instead, it seemed like Maya had become the unfortunate center of attention for the evening. Luna tried calming her down, and Dameon stormed after them, frustrated. That crazy tight wad, and the man following suit, was likely her husband. "So much for a quiet night." Frank stepped forward to calm the situation, wrapping his arms around Maya as she tried to push past him. "What's going on, Maya?" he asked, but she just shook her head and tried to wriggle free. Dameon's face reddened with anger while Angela jumped into the conversation, her voice venomous. "You think you can just walk out on me like that? You're just a cheap little whore who thinks you can do whatever you want and get away with it." Marcus stormed forward, his face twisted in anger. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, yelling at Angela. Luna stood her ground, trying to cover Maya's back. "Listen, bitch, you need to back off," she said, her voice firm. "Maya doesn't deserve this harassment." Frank raised his hands, trying to keep everyone from escalating further. "Everyone, just back up for a second," he said, but it was too late. The argument had reached a fever pitch, with all five people shouting over each other and pushing against Frank's chest. Luna shoved Angela, causing her to stumble backward, knocking herself into Frank and sending the whole group crashing through the exit door. They tumbled out onto the alleyway, landing in a heap on the ground. Maya sat up, rubbing her head, and looked around to see where they were. But instead of the familiar sight of the club's parking lot, she saw... a room, it looked like it should belong to the club, but was something she had never seen before. The room was empty, only the floor, four walls, and two doors, the one they just came through, which was shut, and another on the other side of the room, also closed. "What the...?" she muttered, scrambling to her feet. Luna stood up, looking around in confusion. "Where are we?" Dameon got to his feet, brushing himself off. "I don't know," he admitted, but Angela's expression turned from anger to outrage. "How can you not know where we are? You run this club, for God's sake! You should know every room here like the back of your hand, you incompetent idiot!" Angela glared at Dameon, her voice rising. But just as she was about to continue ranting, a low, menacing laugh echoed through the room. The sound sent shivers down Maya's spine. Dameon's face went white, and he took a step back. "What... the... fuck?" Marcus went to shout, asking who the voice was, but it was too late before he could even make a sound. The evil laugh had already stopped, leaving an uncomfortable silence. Maya felt a creeping sense of dread as she looked around at the group. Where were they? How did they get here? Was this even real? "Please, god, let me still be sleeping at my desk, and this is just one really screwed-up nightmare." As she scanned the empty room, a figure emerged from corner in the ceiling over by the new door. It's neck twisted in an unnatural way, it's face was imposing, and the same glowing purple eyes looked over at the group. As if seeing what it managed to catch. "Welcome to my little playground," the figure said, its voice dripping with malice. "You've all been very naughty. Let's see if we can fix that." The voice began to giggle as it slowly retreated back into the wall until it completely disappeared out of sight.

Thursday, June 9, 2016 I was allowed to watch the Warriors last night, but I didn’t make it through the whole game. The game was a blowout, so it sucked. The Warriors fell behind early and never got close. Mom sent me to bed before the end of the game because I got mad. It was still a treat to stay up past 8 o’clock, even if the Warriors lost. I’ve watched every game in my dad’s studio this year, because it’s the best. There is a big television, and it has comfy recliners. It’s better than going to the game in-person. Dad wasn’t home, so I didn’t know if mom would let me watch the game there. He lets me watch games in his studio, except when he is preparing for his show. Mom was giving me a bath before the game, and I asked, “Can I watch the game in daddy’s studio?” I even used ‘daddy’, because I thought it would help. Mom shook her head, “Not tonight. Daddy’s not home, and nobody can watch you.” I whined, “Can’t I watch it alone? I’ll be good, I promise.” Mom shook her head. I stomped my feet and huffed, “But it’s better!” I knew right away that was a mistake and I wanted to take it back as soon as I did it. Mom gave me a stern look, “Are you done whining?” “I’m sorry mommy. I just want to watch the game.” I think my mom knew that it was important to me. She nodded and said, “Okay, you can watch it, but in the living room. I don’t want daddy to get mad at me because I didn’t let you watch. Remember, no whining! If you start to pout, you’re going straight to bed!” It’s been almost a week, and it’s still hard getting used to being a baby. I’m almost never alone, no matter what’s going on. The only time I’m by myself is when I’m in my crib, and there is a baby monitor in the nursery. Sara left me alone for a little bit on Tuesday morning. She was cleaning the house and told me to sit in the playpen, but she used the baby monitor to keep an eye on me. She even tried to make it sound like it was a good thing. “Eddie, I’m going to let you sit in your playpen.” I immediately protested, “Why? I’ve been good. I don’t want to sit in the playpen! You can’t make me.” Sara put a pacifier in my mouth and hugged me. “Eddie, relax. I know that you’ve been good, but I need to clean the house, and I can’t clean and keep my eyes on you at the same time.” I tried to talk, but she warned, “Keep that passy in your mouth. Just be good and play with some toys. It won’t be long, I promise. If you’re good, I’ll ask mommy to give you a treat.” I managed to ask, “Can’t I help?” It was hard to get out with a pacifier in my mouth, and it was hard to understand, but Sara understood. She gently responded, “Oh, you want to help me?” I nodded, and she replied, “I’m sorry honey, but you’re not ready to help. Remember what mommy said. Chores are only for big kids.” That was Monday night, and I thought it was cool at the time. Mom told Emily to take out the trash and Emily cried, ‘But that’s Eddie’s job.” Mom replied, “Not anymore. Little kids don’t have chores. Chores are only for big kids.” As much as Emily loves rubbing this in my face, she didn’t think it was cool when it affected her. She whined, “It’s not fair!” My mom has very little tolerance for whiney children. She rolled her eyes. “Emily, sweetie. If you’re jealous of your brother, we can treat you the same way. Is that what you want?” Emily shook her head, “No!” “Okay, good. So, now you know what you have to do, right?” Emily stomped off but took out the garbage. After that, mom sighed, “Thank goodness; two babies might be a little difficult to handle.” At least I’m getting to spend more time with Sara. When we were little, we played together all the time. Sometimes it was just the two of us. Other times her best friend joined along. We did things that little kids like to do. Sometimes we did girl stuff that I didn’t like, but it was better than being alone. Other times, we played fun things like tag or hide and seek. They even played wiffle ball with me, and they usually won. Unfortunately, once they got older, they stopped playing with me. They just wanted to hang out together and weren’t interested in doing any of the things that I liked to do. Ever since she started middle school, I don’t get to hang out with Sara very much, and I miss hanging out with my big sister. Sara is nice, but she is really strict. If mom won’t let me do something, she won’t let me either. Also, she makes me do everything that mom does. I have to sit in a highchair and use a sippy cup. She makes me take a nap, and she won’t ever let me use the potty. I’m not even allowed to ask about it. That’s probably a good thing; I’m getting used to peeing in my diaper. I’m not sure that I can hold it anymore. I just kind of pee when I feel the urge. I still know when I go, but sometimes I forget that I went. I don’t realize my diaper is wet, and then I get praised because I didn’t whine about my wet diaper. On Tuesday, right after lunch, Sara dressed me in shorts after changing my diaper. That confused me. I thought it was time for my nap, and I only get to wear clothes when we leave the house. Sara realized I was confused and replied, “Mommy wants you to get some exercise, so we’re going to the park.” That meant I was going outside in my diaper, which I didn’t want to do. I didn’t want anybody to see me wearing a diaper. I pulled back and complained, “People are going to see me. I want to stay here.” Sara gently smiled, “Don’t worry. Nobody can tell that you’re wearing a diaper, and if they do see it, they won’t care.” Nobody ever tells me where we are going when we leave. They put me in the car and expect me to follow along. When we got to the car, I asked, “Where are we going?” Sara scoffed, “I already told you. We’re going to the park, now get in the car!” Sara pulled hard, but I resisted the best that I could. “Come on, Eddie. Don’t do this. You know you can’t be alone, and I’m going to the park. That means you’re going to the park as well.” She finished with a firm, “I bet you’ll have fun, and I don’t know why you’re fighting me.” I screamed when I saw the harness in the backseat, “Please! No! I want to sit in the front seat!” I swear to God, Sara said the same thing my mom would! “Eddie, stop! Don’t throw a tantrum. Mommy says that you have to sit in the car seat, so that’s where you have to sit. If she finds out that I let you sit in the front, she won’t let me watch you anymore. I don’t want that, and you don’t want that either; so, what are you going to do? Do you want me to tell mommy that you won’t listen to me, or do you want to sit in the car seat?” I reluctantly got in the car and whined as she buckled me into the harness. “I hate this!” Sara gently kissed my forehead and then said, “I know honey,” then she laughed, “You’re so darn cute when you pout.” I think that was the first time I’ve been in a car with Sara driving while mom or dad weren’t in the car. Sara just got her license in November, and she wasn’t allowed to drive with minors in the car until she turned 18, which was last month. I think she is a better driver than dad, but I wouldn’t tell him that. After she parked the car, Sara put the leash on me. I pleaded, “Please.” Sara shook her head, “I don’t want you to run away.” “I won’t, I promise.” I sounded more like a little kid than I wanted. Sara rolled her eyes, “Maybe when I can trust you, I’ll let you walk free. I don’t trust you right now, so no. I suggest you stay close.” I hope nobody noticed the leash, because I stayed close enough to Sara that it never stretched out. We headed to the skateboard park, which scared me. There were other kids at the park, and I didn’t want them to see me. Fortunately, I didn’t recognize any of them. I wanted to go straight to the ramp, but Sara stopped me. “Hold your horses, kiddo. I need to put pads on you.” I felt like a little kid when I was sitting on the bench and Sara put pads on me, but I would’ve forgotten if she didn’t. I got hurt last time, because I forgot to wear any pads. After she finished, she patted my butt and said, “Go have fun!” I just started skateboarding last year, and I’m not very good. I’m getting better, and I finally can do some tricks. It’s a little intimidating to go to the skate park, because everybody is better than me. However the other skaters usually ignore me, and that’s what happened Tuesday. I was just some little kid who wanted to skate with the big kids. Fortunately, nobody noticed my diaper, and I got to be a normal kid at the skate park. At least, for a little while. It was cloudy and cold all day yesterday, so we never left the house. Most of the day, Sara was the only other person around. Dad left to do his show, mom had a meeting all day, and Emily was at camp. It feels weird that Sara is my baby-sitter, and not my big sister. I don’t know how to talk to her. I want to talk to her like normal, but that’s kind of hard after she changes my diaper and wipes away the poop. We hung out in her bedroom, just like we did on Monday, but Sara got bored. She asked, “Do you want to play a board game?” We used to have family board game night all the time, and it was fun. These were not little kid games. These were games that my dad used to play, and he still likes them. We played a game called Acquire, which is a really fun game, but it’s hard to find. I wanted to know what Sara thought about this, and I could finally talk to her like I used to. I asked, “Do you think I’m a little kid?” Sara looked confused. It was either that, or she didn’t want to upset me. She asked, “What do you mean?” I explained, “I complained to mom about this, and she said that she is treating me this way because I’m still a little kid. Do you think I’m a little kid?” Sara didn’t want to answer, but I don’t think she knew what to say. I broke the silence and said, “Why are you doing the same thing? You’re treating me like I’m a baby.” Sara smiled, “I told you. Mommy is paying me, and I have to do this. If it’s not me, it will be somebody else.” That wasn’t a good enough answer for me. Sara is being nice, but she’s still treating me like I’m a baby. I pleaded, “can’t you just treat me normally?” Sara shook her head, “No! Mommy thinks this is for the best, and she wants me to treat you the same way that she is.” “How is this for the best? Mom--,won’t even let me use the bathroom. I can’t be a big kid if she won’t let me use the toilet.” I was about to say ‘mommy’ but stopped myself. If I start using ‘mommy’, I might as well become a real baby. Sara replied “Mommy thinks you need this. You aren’t ready to be potty trained, and you won’t be ready unless we do this. Don’t worry, I don’t think it will take very long and you’ll be a big kid before you know it.” I asked, “Do you think I’m a baby?” Sara’s answer was deceptive, “Not a baby.” It felt like she was hiding something. I asked, “What does that mean?” “Eddie, you’re not a baby, but you’re still kind of a little kid. It’s because of the way you act, and not just that you wet the bed.” I hate when mom says that, but it’s worse hearing it from Sara. I cried, “I’m not a little kid! I’m potty trained! I just wet the bed. I’m not a baby. Mom didn’t do this to you, and you used to wet the bed.” Sara smirked, “Is that so?” “Yeah.” She smiled, “Eddie, I wore diapers until I was twelve years old; also, mom made me sleep in a crib. You and I were treated the same way as Emily, but I’m eight years older than she is.” I disagreed, “but that was just at night, and she didn’t do anything else. She didn’t make you wear diapers during the day, and you didn’t have to sit in a highchair, or any of this stuff.” Sara shook her head, “That’s not true. She did the same thing to me. It wasn’t exactly the same, but it was close, and I think it worked.” I remember that Sara wet her pants until she was nearly twelve. It didn’t happen a lot, but it happened enough. I don’t remember her ever wearing diapers during the day, and I don’t think she ever sat in a highchair or rode in a stroller after she was a baby. I didn’t believe her, “That never happened, did it?” Sara asked, “Do you remember when we went to England?” “Yeah, kind of. I was eight years old, and mom made me wear a diaper on the plane. I also had to wear Pull-ups in the car.” Sara responded, “I had to wear diapers the entire trip. Mommy didn’t let me wear panties until we got home.” I still didn’t believe her. “No, she didn’t. I would have remembered.” Sara took a deep breath, “trust me, I was there. She did. Mommy changed my diaper in the bathroom when she changed Emily. Emily started to use the potty, so mommy let her wear Pull-ups. I still had to wear diapers, because my diaper was always wet.” I asked, “why?” “Mommy said that Pull-ups were only for kids who used the potty. Do you know how embarrassing that is? I had to wear a diaper, but my baby sister didn’t.” I just smiled; I didn’t need to say anything. Sara laughed, “Okay, that was a stupid question.” After that happened to her, I didn’t understand why Sara would do this to me. I asked, “Why are you doing this to me, after what mom did to you?” Sara explained, “Well, mommy thinks that helped me mature and grow up, and I think she’s right.” “What?” “I didn’t want to be a baby anymore. After we got home, I hid my accidents before mommy could see them.” “What did you do?” “At first, I would hide my panties in the closet when I had an accident. Mommy found out and threatened to put me back in diapers. I cried and told her I didn’t want to wear diapers anymore. Mommy let me wear panties but told me that I had to take care of my accidents. She taught me how to use the washing machine and made me do my own laundry.” Maybe that is why mom gets so mad at me when I don’t strip my bed. Mom yells, “Eddie, you’re too old for this.” I asked, “When did you stop?” Sara had a sheepish grin and said, “It still happens, sometimes. It happens when I laugh, or I wait too long and can’t hold it. I usually wake up at night, so I don’t wet the bed very often anymore.” I cried, “I wish mom would do that with me. Why won’t mom let me do my own laundry?” Sara laughed, “because you don’t. You let mommy take care of it, which is why you’re still a little kid. And that’s not the only reason.” “It isn’t?” “No, I already told you. It’s how you act. It’s hard to explain, but you’re not like a normal teenager.” That made me cry. Sara hugged me, “Eddie, it’s okay. I was the same way. After mommy made me wear diapers and let Emily wear pull-ups, I realized I didn’t want to be a baby anymore. I wanted to be a normal kid who didn’t pee her pants. Maybe this will do the same with you.” I cried, “But I don’t want to be a baby! I’m not a little kid!” Sara smirked, “Eddie, if you weren’t a little kid, we wouldn’t have to do this, would we?” She let me think but didn’t let me reply. “That’s a lot to think about, and I think it’s time for your nap.”

Warning As with my previous stories, this one contains several elements inherent to a break with social normities. These include, but are not limited to: Diapers and their usage for their intended purpose Non-consensual mental regression through various means (Including possible drugs, hypnosis, and/or surgery) References to surgery to achieve various nefarious goals Humiliation Chastity and forced crossdressing Predominantly female domination (some male) Babying of adults Punishments (often unfair, degrading, and/or humiliating) Experimentation on humans Coerced or manipulated actions through possible means of white lies, gas lighting, or incentives Mild language or use of expletives Depictions of death, illness, or handicaps Political themes associated with revolutions or desires of change or freedoms Graphic imagery associated with any of these warnings This story has not been labeled as mature, due to a lack of specific acts to anything overtly sexual; however, some fetishes maybe touched on in this story more than my previous ones. Still, as usual, this warning serves as a 'turn back' point for any readers who do not wish to read about the previous warnings. Lastly, this list here is subject to change during the course of writing this story. While most of the plot is ironed out, more warnings may be warranted later if needed (though may not be added). If I deem any chapters to be too ‘triggering,’ I will issue another separate warning beforehand. Hey everyone! Welcome back to my little story corner on here. As I noted last time, this story is all about a maturity reform center for boys in a sort of alternative future from our own. Everything basically gets explained in the first chapter, so don’t worry there if you might be confused at all about this notion. It’s pretty easy, but for those of you wondering, I’m not going to lie… the phrase ‘girls rule, boys drool,’ is pretty apt for this story. Keep that in mind with this society’s mindset and a lot of things here will make more sense at least. Fair or logical from our own viewpoints may not always be accurate. Moving on, I do have to give credit where credit is due though. I saw this idea from a post that has been long deleted from ‘nomorepantsforme.’ I’m not even entirely sure it was their original idea either, but I want to give the acknowledgement where I can at least, since I really just couldn’t pass up the framework that I saw that day. I would gladly link the website where I originally saw these images posted, but it was a Tumblr account, and well… I’m pretty sure you all know what happened to it at this point. Still, I’ve expanded the story a lot since those initial postings, and everything pretty much takes on a life of its own after chapter three basically. Considering there are at least 36 chapters right now and this story takes place across a period of over three years during the plot, I would say buckle up, but I guess in the case for most of you, maybe get someone else who you trust to do that for you. All joking aside though, this story will take a bit of time to completely finish and put out on here. I definitely don’t have as much time as I used to, and that’s unfortunate, but I will work on this story as much as I can. I’ve already completed several sections, and I’ve got the plot all mostly ironed out by now, so that should make things easier, but I would just ask for your patience at this point. I can’t stick to a schedule, so I would just suggest staying vigilant for further updates. Looking ahead though, I will post another poll with the next chapter for the story you wish for me to write next. While some of you expressed a desire to move on away from the Strawpoll website where I posted the last poll, I think it was just too successful to stop it completely. I am still curious though about everyone’s continued thoughts, so I have left this poll up (which can be found at https://strawpoll.com/05ZdzWkrbn6). All that being said, if any of you wish to privately message me or post directly on here regarding your desires about polling or even my next story, I would count and read those responses/comments as well. Still, improvements to this system can always be made and I’m pretty open minded, so if any of you have a suggestion for polling in a different way for future stories, I’m very open to any ideas. Last but not least and as usual, I hope everyone enjoys the first chapter of this next story of mine! Chapter 1: Departure Day I clicked the recording the device, cleared my voice, and spoke up. “I’m an average guy in an average city who once lived an average life. I obeyed the law, never stood out from the crowd, and minded my own business as much as I could. I followed the rules and stayed out of trouble. For all intents and purposes, I never expected myself to be at the center of a sweeping change and then be asked to talk about it.” I paused and stopped the recording. Shuffling in my seat, a slight crinkle could be heard, but that was just everyday life for me now. I strained and looked back at Laura. “Is that okay? Do you think that’s what they want?” She smiled and nodded. “Of course. The people interested in how this whole thing went down just want to have a record of what happened. Lots of changes and all and your experiences should be recorded for future posterity. With everything that happened, someone is bound to ask questions about it all one day. So, my suggestion… there is no right and wrong. Just say what you think, sweetie.” I smiled back at her, her help through all this a constant in my life still, sighed, and then turned back to the recording device. I knew someone else would already be condensing my thoughts down later. Especially considering what had happened to me, Laura had suggested the recording device rather than me writing everything down. Writing everything down like that was just a bit too hard timing-wise these days… plus how I got here in the first place wasn’t helping matter either. I was already getting hungry for my midday snack... Still, I had to press on while everything was still fresh in my head. So, taking Laura’s advice, I pushed the recording button once more. I sighed again and leaned back into my chair. “Well, I could start earlier and explain a bit, but I suppose ‘Departure Day’ was where everything truly changed for me…” * * * The day is here at last and now there’s no more waiting. I’m 18, graduated from high school, and now it’s late August. Before everything changed a few years back, for someone like me, that meant a job, travelling the world, or college. It was a mark of maturity for everyone in this country or at least a sign that one’s life was moving forward. Now, however, being a guy, this time of year in my life can only mean one thing for me. I’m headed to a center, or what the government calls a ‘Juvenile Evaluation Center for All Males,’ located somewhere within 100 miles of me right now. Each had a different name and even reputation, but my fate to at least one of them was already sealed. And here I was all this time in my life over the past year, thinking that stupid law would be repealed by the time I reached 18 and then hit the beginning of the term in late August of the same year. I think every guy my age hoped the same thing… I mean, forcibly take a bunch of 18-year-old males and test their maturity as a barrier to enter society as an adult, or if they fail… then something else. A law like that in the ‘land of the free’ just had to be repealed. ‘Right?’ Wrong. Apparently fifteen years of a law enacted was just the right amount of time where most were still happy about the perceived benefits of the law, and any who weren’t, could still be told to ‘just give the law some more time to sink in’ and hope that later, it would become more normalized. Anyone told that last part wasn’t holding their breath… including me, especially now on ‘Departure Day.’ See, before fifteen years ago, no one had ever been to one of these centers, but now, every year after a male turned 18, they got sent off to a center and evaluated for their maturity the following August, whether they wanted to or not. Refusal meant an outright failure, so rebels against the law had almost altogether disappeared in the past 15 years. It was a harsh punishment and sentence for even those of us who went willingly, but everyone knew that if the given male candidate could pass, they would leave the center with a wealth of new information, a career path to a near guaranteed success, and a continuance of education or an already lined-up job fitting with the passion or vocation that they had chosen at the center. It was a mighty reward that ensured society’s continued success, here and even all around the world in most countries now, but for the less optimistic, rowdy, or fortunate bunch regarding their fate, they always knew about option B. Like an axe waiting to strike above our necks, option B always lingered there. A sudden breeze jostled through the open window in my family’s modest house located out in the suburbs. My parents, Henry and Emma, had married a year after college and found two successful jobs: a structural engineer for my mom and a landscape designer for my dad. They raised three kids as normally as possible, and we all lived perfectly normally until four years ago; a picture in the hallway still marked that day, which is where I now found myself lost in thoughts. “Are you tired and need a break from your regressed little one…” I quickly blocked out the noise coming from the family room where my dad was watching the last few minutes of the football game, now interrupted by an all-too-familiar commercial of the past 15 years, highlighting just how common the practice was now. I still found it weird that they hadn’t changed it since the law was first enacted, but by now, it was really more of a PSA than a strict commercial to convince people to comply with the law. Still, despite society’s more or less compliance these days and that the law might have even been seen as a common practice these days, it was an almost unmentionable topic in most households that had one son under 18… including this one. After all, the potential regression of a member of the family could be touchy for everyone involved. So, my family never talked about it… well, except for that one time… * * * My older brother, Ben, had gone to the center himself on his ‘Departure Day’ over two years ago. Like before, he had come back from the center to celebrate Thanksgiving with us, but unlike his usual upbeat and positive self, this time, we could all tell he was worried about something. Mom had been pestering him the whole time about his experience at the center, but he had remained continuously tight-lipped about it in front of anyone who dared ask. His face would darken for a moment, he would snap at us, and we would all move on. Two minutes later, it was like it had never happened. Still, I was just starting out in high school and a morbid curiosity burned within me to know more. Seeing the PSAs and the like about what was potentially going on there, I didn’t want to ask too many questions myself out loud. I was going in four years whether I liked it or not and knew I would find out then. Despite the questions buzzing around in my head, I didn’t need Ben to add to them to my steadily growing fears. Right after we gave our usual beginning thanks, we were just passing around the turkey and mashed potatoes, when he asked the question that we had all been dreading since he had first left. “Are you all actually okay with this whole regression law?” Mom’s face went white. Katie, our younger sister, forcibly busied herself with her cranberries, and Dad seemed sad all of a sudden. Again, fearing my own fate, I made sure I took a quick bite of stuffing to keep from saying my own feelings on the subject while also keeping an open ear to maybe slake one of the questions in my head. Regardless of the palpable tension though, no one spoke, so, the room remained quiet for an uncomfortably long period. Already starting to form a bit of an attitude towards these things though, Katie finally spoke up. “I think it can be sad but maybe also a good thing?” I wanted to break every one of her Barbies right then. She was a good kid, annoying, but kind in her own younger sister kind of way. ‘But this?’ She was a girl, which meant she could go and do what she wanted whenever she wanted to do it. The world was her oyster, but for me and Ben… it was a different matter altogether. “I agree with you sweetie,” my mom then interjected. “If it’s done right, and everyone’s happy, in the end, does it matter how?” My heart formed a tiny pencil-width crack. She had always supported Ben, Katie, and I in whatever we did, but now… I wasn’t so sure if she was on our side anymore. If this stupid law went the wrong way for either Ben or I, she would essentially be losing the sons that she and Dad had raised. If the worst happened, anything that had happened before would have just felt more like window dressing… ready to be removed and forgotten about forever when the time came to revert back to how we once were. Hayden down the street was a year ahead of Ben and seeing him as I went to school this year… my fears had started that night. “Darn right it matters!” My dad obviously had an opinion about the whole thing, and I felt a little justice on Ben and I’s side for once tonight in this whole matter, but the room quickly filled with a mounting argument on either side as well. “In my day, you grew one way, and that was toward the sky and then down to the grave. Not this grow up, grow down, then grow sideways business.” No one dared argue with him when he got like this. He was the best dad, but his stubbornness in certain matters was legendary. Finally, though, Ben broke the silence that had persisted since Dad had shouted out his opinion. “Good to know, Dad. Hard to argue with that logic I guess.” Ever the peace maker, I could tell that Ben just wanted the conversation to move on. Still, he then shifted his gaze toward me, “What about you little bro? You seem awfully quiet over there.” Everyone’s gaze suddenly fixated on me, and I shrunk back instinctively. I hated being the certain of attention, but I knew that the sooner I answered, the sooner all this could just be over with. “I… I guess I just don’t know,” I answered, shrugging my shoulders. “I guess if you’re happy with it, being in it yourself, then that’s what matters now. Honestly though… I just try not to think about it. Why worry about something that’s far off in the future for me, right?” I was lying through my teeth, but I didn’t want to admit to my family that I was outright terrified of the day I would leave for the center as well. I think Ben could tell I had just lied, but he didn’t push the matter any further. So, the conversation ended quickly after that, and it took a dirty joke from my sister and scolding from my mother for the family to begin to crack a smile again that night. * * * It wasn’t even the longest of conversations in the family, but that short period of time had lingered in my mind ever since then. It popped into my head every once in a while, but since I had graduated a few months ago, I could barely think of anything else. Even while we were all at the beach last month, it was hard to pull my eyes away from all the guys who had obviously gone through option B. Waddling around and looking no better than… ‘I just can’t say it…’ But I could see them clearly and I dreaded to think that one day, I could be just like them. ‘Shit! Stupid option B. Friggin’ crappy law!’ I tried to distract myself from thinking about that day at the beach again, but in this house, my averted gaze proved useless. Unfortunately, one only needed to view our neighbor playing in the front yard across the street to know just how bad things could get if one failed the program. Fortunately, though, after his three years at the center, my brother had apparently managed to avoid every outcome of option B, left the center, and then had never looked back or even talked about his time there. My mom had asked once for more details once he had graduated fully, but based on his own dirty look, she knew well enough to never ask again. Still, he had graduated. Determined to make the most of his life, since he had graduated from the center, he had taken his training at the center in stride and then took the remaining required courses at college and became a chemical engineer at a major company in the city. He didn’t live with us anymore but would still visit occasionally; like birthdays, holidays, and the occasional pre-planned stop and say ‘hi’, eat dinner with us, quickly catch up on everything, and then leave once more type of visit. My thoughts of my older brother’s success were soon interrupted by a loud screech outside. Knowing that sound anywhere by now, I quickly rushed to the front window. Of course, for Ben, he would also come on specialty days…like today, now commonly known as ‘Departure Day.’ As I quickly looked out into the street where I saw he had stopped and parked his used 2028 blue glow metallic Chevy Trailblazer, I could see him exit his pride and joy once more. Our parents bought that car for him in high school, I think honestly as a way for him to help with errands more than his own amusement at the time, but back then I honestly cared more about riding in the front seat at that point than the logistics of why. Further, I had even saved it and maintained it with Dad for him when he left the center. It was a symbol of hope of better days and its arrival her couldn’t have come sooner. Despite my feelings toward the car, our parents had been worried during those three years that he was away at the center, especially where they had noticed… changes, but through it all, that car stood as a testament to his success and our hope of him passing. So, him coming back, it was a wonderful feeling when he finally pocketed the keys after so long and then took off for college with a noted swell of happiness all around him. Since then, our family had always joked and been curious if he cared more about leaving that place or just seeing his old car again. Still, my thoughts quickly shifted back to Ben today as he trudged through the lawn and wore his usual khakis and button-down shirt, a lanyard now hanging and bobbing off his neck and body with each step from his job in the city. His normally neutral, or at least reassuring face, stood grim and lost in thought. It was an unusual look for him after the center and the subsequent posting to his new job, but I quickly recognized it as his typical reaction to anything to do with the center. Intrigue had run rampant through my mind before with what had happened to him there, but now, being less than an hour from my own ‘Departure Day,’ that look on his face only twisted up my stomach in fear as I opened the door to greet him. Upon seeing me at the door, however, his expression soon changed to the softer and more welcoming expression I had come to know since he had graduated. For today, though I still questioned his previous look, his usual demeanor was a comfort to me in a way I could never fully explain, but gladly accepted, nonetheless. “Hey there bro! You waiting for your older brother to give you one last nuggie for the road?” Not having time to mount an objection from me, he lunged, bolted past the door, and quickly grabbed me, and proceeded to ruffle and give me his usual annoying but loving nuggie to my hair; a tradition of ours since I had at least tried to start competing with him after I entered middle school. “Ah, quit it, you big loaf!” I growled, trying to swat his large hands off me and away from my head. He stood at a decent and even six feet tall, while I had inherited my mother’s side genes and stood just shy of only five foot eight inches without much chance by now of stretching any higher. “What’s the magic word?” he lovingly but mockingly asked. “Please,” I gasped. With his usual chuckle, he let me go and semi-twirled me to face back at him. Sputtering for a second, I tried to motor my way through our greeting to think about anything else other than the center. “It’s good to see you, bro. How’ve you been? It’s been a few weeks now since we last talked. Work? Date? Is she hot? Does she have a younger sister or some younger friends who don’t mind vertically challenged company? Spill. Come on, don’t leave me hanging!” Ben quickly took on a defensive posture. “Woah, woah, woah there. Slow down.” We both grinned at each other. “It’s nothing really. Honestly, it’s just work for me, buddy. I’ve been working on a project for a new government contract, and it’s been taking all my time up lately.” He lowered his voice to a whisper and leaned in toward me, “I’m not really supposed to tell anyone, but if this thing works, dirty fuel emissions will be knocked down another 30% in a few years’ time and run at least 80% more efficiently without being more dangerous or resource dependent.” “Woah,” I whispered back, reciprocating his lean in. “That’s really cool. Did you find some alien tech or something?” Ben gave me his usual crooked smile whenever I made one of my cornier jokes. My brand of humor annoyed him when we were younger, but ever since the institute, he seemed to not mind as much anymore. “Nah, we just took some of the existing fuel, ran it through a mesh fiber we just developed…” Ben continued on like that for a bit. Science was always his strong suit, even before the center, high school, or even middle school for that matter. He was the kid who asked for a microscope for Christmas and then proceeded to actually use it, rather than just collect dust in a closet somewhere like mine had done when I was ten. Still, despite my lack of scientific talent, I was proud of him for what he was doing, and further on a day like today, it gave me a bit of hope I would be just as successful in my own way after the center, rather than be doomed for option B. “…and that’s it. Nothing else to it,” he finally finished. “Right… simple,” I mocked. “Let me just call Curie or Einstein to translate for me, and we’ll call it simple then.” Ben rolled his eyes. “Haha. Well, maybe you’re right for just this once about what I’m doing lately.” His eyes shifted and his crooked smile returned. “Who knows? Maybe little green men did lend me a bit of a hand this go around.” We both got a good chuckle out of that. It reminded me of how much I missed having my brother around, and maybe it was the prospect of me leaving for three years with few visits to my family in between, but I was feeling his absence more lately. His subsequent return today had elevated that feeling even more. See, I tended to close up around new people unfortunately, but I compensated for it later by usually being far more outgoing with people once I got to know them. It wasn’t always easy, but I never really had to try too hard with Ben. I had always known my brother, and despite a few arguments now and then, I knew I could always count on him and that had been a safety net for me for years now, even when he was at the center. Unfortunately, the back of my mind rationalized that after today, I was about to go to a place where few of those longer-term relationships could even be possible. I knew, especially without seeing my brother very often, I would have to try even harder with anyone I met at the center. “Earth to John. Earth to John. Calling John Clark,” my brother echoed, trying to get my attention and even going so far as to snap his fingers in front of my face. I quickly saw his snapping hand wave in front of my face, and I quickly exited my previous thoughts. I hadn’t realized I had been drifting away so badly. “Huh? Oh… yeah… crud, you say something?” Ben rolled his eyes again. “Nothing really.” He sighed. “I was just seeing if I had lost my brother in some kind of trance or whatnot. I mean, you were really in the zone there for a minute. Where’d you go? Everything okay?” “It’s…it’s nothing,” I shuffled my feet and averted his gaze. My lying game was not on point, and I knew Ben could see right through me… he always did. Still, I didn’t want him to know I was terrified about what was about to happen to me. Luck was never one of my strong suits, and in a place like the center… from what I could find out, I knew you needed a hefty chunk of luck in your back pocket to get through it. “Right… and Dad’s not going to burn anything he puts in the oven this year.” His sarcasm practically screamed at me. We both knew full-well that our dad was infamous for burning anything and everything he ever put in the oven at least. He was a master griller, but at one point, the fire department knew us by our first names growing up when mom ever went on one of her business trips. Despite some of those dinners being ruined, I looked back at that time and by now it was almost comforting to know some things would never change. At the same time though, with his sarcasm, I knew that I had been caught in my lie. “Come on, John. It’s me here. What’s up?” Ben asked, now placing a hand on my shoulder. Again, I didn’t want to show my fear, but I knew that of everyone in this house, Ben might be the only one who actually got what I was feeling and going through today. “It’s… it’s the center.” Ben’s hand dropped from my shoulder and his face clouded over again at the mention of that place, adding further knots to my already twisted stomach. I didn’t want to tell him, knowing that would have been his reaction, but I also knew my time was running out. I almost tried to take it back, but Ben sighed and then took a big breath. “Look, about that place... There’s something you should know...” I leaned in closer. “The heads of the departments, the guy in charge, anyone who can move some minds there… they’re important.” It was an odd way to put that, but I leaned in, wanting to know more. If I could have an advantage going in, I knew I needed to exploit it as soon as possible. “Why? What do you mean, and why them?” “That place is…complicated.” His eyes briefly looked like they were miles away and I wondered what he was thinking back on. “I don’t know which center you’re going to exactly with all the new ones they’ve been building around here lately, but they’re all about the same, at least with their end goals. To get out of there, all you need to do is…” “Eeeeeeee! He’s here! He’s here!” a voice shouted from above us. I didn’t need to see a face to know where that sound came from; I had lived with it for the past 15 years and two weeks. It was my baby sister, Katie, and she still was at least excited to see Ben when he came over. To be honest though, while Katie and I were closer when we were younger, we had both drifted apart during the past few years. I think she was still too immature for me, and I was probably too overbearing for her, but she was still family… which made some of her new views even harder to cope with though. Digging deeper, I knew part of the tension between us had come from her being a girl and me being a boy. That argument probably sounded stupid and even immature, but like I had thought on Thanksgiving, it meant a great bit of difference in the modern age. Those not strictly identifying with one gender or another were given tests in the years leading up to their own ‘Departure Day.’ A few guys even tried to ‘fake’ identifying as girls initially, but after they were caught, they were sent straight to the center and were ‘deemed perfect for one of the punishments there,’ or at least that’s what made the papers from a statement the judge had made at the end of their trial. No one but the accused and their families knew what that meant exactly, but the government had assured everyone that ‘they had gotten what they deserved.’ Regardless though, gender mattered in this new world of ours. “I can’t believe he actually made it!” She sounded so triumphant, and I briefly wondered if she was looking forward to essentially being an only child in this house for the next few years. Being the youngest, she didn’t have it the easiest growing up with two older brothers, but her life was infinitely easier than Ben’s had been and mine was about to be, so I never felt guilty when Mom or Dad took Ben or I’s side when we were growing up. “You think you would have learned some timeliness when you were at the center, huh?” I could hear Ben’s clenched fist crack a bit, but I could also see he was desperately trying to not make a scene with her on my big day. Still, her comment struck me hard as why this whole mess had started in the first place. Simply put, males had been deemed too much of a problem for society as a whole, call it genetics or hunting instincts or whatever, but the government decided that it was best for the new generations to be put through a test of sorts. If they passed, they would be ahead of where they might have otherwise been, but if they failed, society could deal with them accordingly and ‘neutralize the threat.’ Or that’s at least that’s how they justified the law initially. It was a close vote, but the law had passed. Women, like my sister or my childhood crush and neighbor, Laura, could do anything they wanted after they graduated high school. Most ended up in prominent positions and few ever thought of repealing the laws once they were in power. For the men who eventually passed, they had the same opportunities, but oddly, they never seemed to want to repeal the law either. I always wondered why, but being my ‘Departure Day’ already, I knew I couldn’t fight what was coming. “Oh, hush Katie! He’s here and that’s the important thing.” My mom shuffled from the back of the house where she had been preparing cookies for my sister’s bake sale tomorrow and looked at us with a wide smile, as if she was relieved to know we were both still here. I glared at the mixing bowl in her arms, as I felt my sister should have been making her own cookies for the sale, but not wanting another argument with her about her apparent immaturity again, I had simply removed myself from the equation. Instead, I had tried to take the day to try and calm myself down, but with everything ahead of me and all my questions still, it hadn’t worked. “Henry! Henry!” my mom then called out to the backyard where my dad had been the sky, I knew it was likely just had to do with the rain coming later this afternoon. Another person might have gotten upset that the patriarch of the family would grumble about seeing his wife or his children, but it was just on brand for him. He loved us all in his own way, but as he had told us countless times before, rain and gardening were only good together if one didn’t have to weed in a downpour. As if thinking the same thing, Ben and I just scoffed under our breath over his delay in seeing us both, Ben for just arriving, me for leaving soon. Our mom turned back to us. She might have made an excuse if we were other company, but she just rolled her eyes and ran to hug Ben quickly. It was a nice little moment and not even my sister’s entrance and continued distance from both Ben and I, and then our dad’s grumbled annoyance could hurt that. We were all together today, and as my mom pointed out, it might not be like this for a while. I knew I was the reason for that, and my stomach ached a bit in fear over what was coming for me. “How about we take a picture?” Mom suggested. We had done the same thing with Ben, and as if to confirm her reasoning, she pointed to a nearby picture that we had taken on the day that he had left as well. It might have been a bit of a morbid tradition, but most families took one last photo nowadays… just in case. One only had to look outside at our neighbors across the street, the Killian’s, to understand just how much things could change from one’s ‘Departure Day’ to the end of it all. “Alright everyone,” Dad said after setting up the camera on top of the tripod. He liked things old school sometimes, and his 2019 camera was a perfect example of that. Mom always suggested the digital camera on her phone instead, since it was much faster, but he always insisted for moments like these that an ‘actual camera’ was better. “I’ve got a five second delay and… Ben.” Mom and I shot our looks to my older brother. He was playing around with Katie’s hair, clearly trying to get a rise out of her. “You stop that right now,” Mom scolded to him. “You know better than anyone that we don’t have much time today.” Ben’s hand snapped back to his side, and his head drooped down slightly. “Right. Sorry…” Again, I could see that same look of repressed pain on his face. ‘I’d give anything to know his thoughts right now…’ Still, our dad just grumbled a bit and then clicked the photo before running over to the other side of our mom. “Alright. Chins up and smile this time everyone!” Not wanting to waste any more time, we all behaved perfectly and made sure one shot was all it took. Running back, our dad gave a thumbs up and the family dispersed for a moment. Looking at the time myself, I knew the bus would be here soon for my ‘Departure Day.’ I saw it pass by every year, but I knew that today was my turn. So, wanting to make sure everything was packed, I went back up to my room. Not ten minutes later, I heard a knock at my door. “Come in.” I was hoping it was Ben so that maybe I could ask him some more questions like I was going to before our sister interrupted and alerted everyone that he was here, but it was only my mom. “Everything packed already?” she asked, her worried expression coming through clearly. She had already gone through this before and she probably knew the statistics weren’t on my side. It was estimated that at least one of every three guys that went into the program failed it. My brother had passed, and while I could still be the one that made it, my odds weren’t as good now. Zipping my single suitcase, I nodded. “Yeah… I just wanted to check I had everything that was on the list again.” I gestured to my bed where a single white paper was, listing the school supplies and what I should bring or not bring. It was just one of the questions I had for Ben… I wondered why things like clothing had to be kept at home. “Doesn’t seem like much, huh?” My mom had helped me a bit with the list, but I had insisted on maintaining some independence with it and purchased most of the things myself. I could tell that her seeing my packed bag now was already starting to get to her. “Yeah… but it’s not forever, right?” I wanted to stay hopeful for her, even if I wasn’t myself, but my mom’s expression still remained fearful and full of worry. “Right… right. It’s not forever…” She and Ben had gotten closer during his time at the center, and for the first time, I wondered if she actually knew more about his time there than the rest of us. I wanted to ask today again, but when I first did on the day I got my acceptance letter, she had quickly shut me down, calling their moments ‘private.’ She didn’t speak to me for the rest of the night, so not wanting to repeat that, I remained silent. “Well, let me help you bring your bag downstairs at least,” she offered. Seeing it as allowing her to be part of this day in her own way, I let her do that much at least. Downstairs, Ben and Dad were already waiting by the front door and were debating about postage and a forwarding address. “No, he’s going to be the one near Dawsonville,” Dad argued. “No way. I was sent there and that was already a few years ago. There’s no way he would be sent to that one.” Ben seemed supremely confident in his answer, but I knew that neither really knew. “Way more likely to be near Judgeton.” “But that’s on the other side of the city!” my mom shrieked, now clearly listening in, nearly dropping my suitcase from the shock of me being even further away than Ben had been. “Maybe it’s Smacktown,” my sister calmly suggested, flipping through another page of her teen romance novel while sitting nearby in the living room. “I think you mean Smeckton, Katie…” my brother corrected. “Whatever…” Our sister quickly dove right back into her book, not caring if she was right or wrong. “You don’t really think he’ll be sent to that one, do you, Ben?” my mom asked worriedly. Ben hesitated, Mom seemed petrified, and Dad stayed eerily silent. The silence was nearly killing me, and I had enough with the questions already bubbling up inside of me. I wanted… needed to know why everyone was acting so strange about Smeckton. I needed one less question in my head before I left. “Hold on… what’s wrong with that place? Is there something I should know?” Everyone squirmed for a moment, but Ben ultimately sighed and came over to me before placing his hand on my shoulder like he usually did to comfort me. “I’m not sure I should even be telling you this… probably not even going there, but because you asked… the Smeckton center is one of the original locations. It’s far away from pretty much everywhere except the town of Smeckton. It’s…” Ben quickly looked distant as if recalling an old painful memory. “Well, it’s strict.” I could then see the flash of panic in his eyes, and I wanted to know more, but by then, I knew my questions would either kill my nerves or only lead to more questions. Truth is though, no one knew where I was headed until I sent them a letter the first day. For all anyone knew, I could be sent to the center up North by Suttonburg, or the one to the west beyond the mountains in Diana City, or one of the several others within 200 miles of here, the max radial distance as required by law now. Looking down at my feet now, I was reminded by how little I actually knew going into the center. Seeing my single suitcase next to them, all I really knew was that I could pack it and a single backpack with whatever non-banned items, such as the usual cadre of weapons, drugs, and all, that I could stuff in there. Further, no cell phones were allowed, and the school would provide a tablet with a keyboard to be used for the duration of my time there that they would heavily monitor. Normally, if this was some horror movie, that would have been a giant red flag and I would be screaming at the main character to bail as soon as possible, but going to the center was the law now, so my red flags had to be damned. Regardless, I lastly knew that before 1 PM, a bus or van would show up and take me away. Everything else I knew was only rumors, mostly pertaining to option B, and I didn’t want to dwell on those for very long. It turns out I didn’t even have long to dwell on my thoughts even if I wanted to. Just as the clock chimed to announce that it was 12:30, the screeching of van tires could be heard outside. All jokes and conversations going on around me instantly died. We all looked to the front of the house with dread. While my brother’s tires an hour ago now had screeched and seemed to represent a hope or a sense of life and joy, this screech seemed more like the pained echo of the death of all hope, like some wailing spirit from the bowels of all that was bad in the world. Gulping, I went to the window first and pulled back the curtain to confirm that my greatest fear so far in life had now arrived and was waiting to take me away. The tiny bus was white and painted with the official logo for the ‘Juvenile Evaluation Center for All Males’ organization. Like the pale horse of death, it was coming to take me away to my ultimate doom. Though it was never actively talked about, that van was the source of nightmares all around the world for any guy who had just turned 18. With its arrival at their house, the horrors of fate of every guy out there now came as well. Even the guys who eventually passed had to go through this particular gauntlet and whether they admitted it or not… doubt crept into everyone’s minds who stepped onboard. What awaited us on the other side when we eventually exited that van was a mystery to anyone who hadn’t lived it. For those that made it, like my brother, they never talked about it. So, for someone like me, it only made things worse. “It’s here…” My words tumbled out of my mouth like I was announcing that the executioner had just arrived and was ready to lop off my head for committing treason. My family looked equally pained… almost as if they were never going to see me again. Still, our mom quickly launched into me and gave me a huge hug. Our dad soon followed, and even Ben and Katie joined in as well. It was supposed to be comforting, but not even remembering the last time every single member of my family hugged me… it didn’t help my nerves. Finally, though, the bus honked, and everyone let me go. “I guess I’ll see you all at Thanksgiving, right?” I wasn’t even sure about that at this point. Apparently, some didn’t even last that long in the program. “We will, but until then, keep your chin up, John,” my dad said with a swill of pained emotion in his voice. “Listen to them but don’t let them get to you.” “He’s right,” Ben added. “Just follow the rules, and before you know it, it will be done and will just seem like a bad dream.” His old look of pain resurfaced again, and I felt that blasted queasy feeling in my stomach bubble up once more as well. My mom, tears beginning to form in her eyes, gave me a small plastic bag full of homemade cookies. “For the road,” she said, seemingly only seconds away from losing it altogether. “Share them with anyone on there. Try and make a friend early…” she dabbed her eyes briefly. “But we’ll see you soon, okay? We love you.” Not able to form any words at all anymore, I just nodded and turned to my sister. For once in a long time, I didn’t see annoyance in her eyes. I wasn’t sure what I was seeing, but she then finally spoke up at last. “Just make it home again, okay?” Abrupt and not really comforting but caring in her own way. It was something, so not really sure what else to do, I simply nodded again and tuned back to everyone else. I cleared my throat and finally found my words again. “Well, wish me luck and see you all soon… I love you all…” It felt like such a weak goodbye, but I could feel my fear gurgling up in my body already and another honk signaled my need to leave anyways. I needed to keep it together, and by now, even if the driver hadn’t just honked again, I knew that I just needed to get on the bus and leave quickly. Prolonging the goodbye was just painful now. So, I donned my previously packed backpack, grabbed my single suitcase, and headed out the door. I then quickly rushed to the bus handed the driver the pass that had been sent to me in the mail last month along with the checklist of what I could, couldn’t, and had to bring with me. “John Clark?” the bus driver asked gruffly as I stood in front of the open door after giving him my ticket. I quickly nodded my head and kept my mouth shut. “Good.” He then placed my ticket in a bin next to him and turned back to me. “No funny business once you’re on board, ya’ hear? One step out of line and you start the center with one giant demerit.” His eyes glared for a moment and then oddly became softer. “Trust me, kid. You don’t want that. Those who start off with that almost never make it to the end.” I gulped but still nodded. “Y… yes, sir. No funny business from me. I swear.” A small grin appeared on his face, and he used his thumb to point to the back of the bus. “Good. Now, wave bye to your family and find a seat in the back. You have 30 seconds.” Not even thinking, I turned back to my family, all still huddled on the front porch, and gave them one last goodbye wave. I knew that it was the last time I was going to see them until the first holiday break over Thanksgiving. It was the longest stretch of time away from home at the center on average, but still, I couldn’t help but drift away from all that and feel a little strange about not seeing Laura or any of my other friends here to wave me off like Ben’s had. I was comforted in the fact that I had said goodbye to each of them already. I also knew Laura had already headed off to college and per the law, my friends were going to their own separate locations, but all this still felt strange. It didn’t feel like my life or that all this was even real, but as soon as I neared the bus and saw a few passengers already seated there as well… somehow, everything began hitting me all at once that all this was very much my new life and not just some horrible dream. Coming out of my thoughts and seeing my family still, I could already tell that mom was starting to break down and that Ben and Dad were trying to comfort her. It wasn’t the cheeriest of goodbyes, but still, it felt nice when each, even Katie, waved back to me and flashed me symbols of love and luck. It was a nice moment, but with the clock counting down and the bus already humming back to life, I waved one last time and then found a spot in the back. A sputter and a small screech later, the bus was off, and my old life was left in the dust behind me. About 20 minutes later, we had picked up two other guys and were now headed into the mountains to the west of the city. ‘Definitely not Dawsonville then…’ I sat back and tried to put my own fears out of my mind as buildings and main highways soon gave way to trees, hills, and valleys. “Name’s Bill.” The voice seemed to come out of nowhere, but I then saw a red headed guy looking right back at me. I then saw his hand arched back over the seat and extended right to me. “Oh, uh, I’m John.” I quickly shook his head. “Good to meet you.” “Hey,” another voice to my left called out. “I’m Luke.” Bill and I turned over to him. His letter jacket seemed an odd choice to bring, since everything would either be burned or shipped back to our houses, but admittedly, there was a part of me that wondered if it was almost like his safety net against whatever was coming or a reminder of better times. Still, Bill and I smiled and quickly welcomed another into our midst. Likely sharing the same apprehensions about where we were headed, we quickly bonded, though admittedly, Mom’s cookies also helped smooth things along. “So, any guess as to why the roommate agreement we signed said, ‘until graduation or one of you departs?’” I had wondered the same thing myself, but it had been a question I was definitely too nervous to even attempt to ask Ben about. “I don’t know… kind of didn’t want to think about it.” “Fair enough,” Bill noted. “I just couldn’t get it out of my mind. I’ve seen some of the older guys in my neighborhood and well…” Luke and I nodded. We both knew what he was implying. “Same here,” Luke said quickly. “This one guy still wets the bed in my neighborhood. Apparently, his parents still consider him a ‘good’ outcome. How messed up is that?” “Very,” Bill agreed. Both turned to me, waiting for my answer, but I couldn’t help but feel differently… As if fate was stepping in, I quickly saw a sign for products to help caregivers with those who had failed the program and were doomed to option B. It was a cheery and even gaudy display of their products with a guy posed off to the side seemingly enjoying them. It stood in stark contrast to the dark and swirling clouds behind it. “Well, all things in perspective, I think it is actually…” I said, turning back to the two guys who I hoped would be my friends. Unfortunately, both looked at me like I had bugs crawling from my ears. “Still messed up, definitely, but… it could be a lot worse.” “Worse than bedwetting?” Luke seemed shocked, but Bill remained quiet for a moment. I thought back to his earlier reference to the older guys in his neighborhood. I nodded. “Much worse.” I sighed and specifically remembered the Killian’s. “My neighbors… we were really close with them. My older brother, Ben, was about as old as their only kid, Franklin, so they became friends pretty quickly growing up. Got even closer when Ben was there for him when his dad died.” “So, what does that have to do with this whole thing?” Luke asked impatiently. “Well,” I continued, “they went to the center together. Lasted over two years even, but then, one day, Ben came home… Franklin didn’t.” “What happened?” I could already hear the nervousness in Bill’s question. He had every right to be and I suspected that despite his question, he already knew the answer. “Ben graduated,” I said, with a feeling of hope that maybe I could as well, but that hope was also dashed because of Franklin. “Franklin didn’t. And now… he spends his days like any other diaper-filling and drooling toddler out there who went with option B… and that’s on his good days. So yeah… considering what could happen, bedwetting isn’t too bad.” Ben and Luke seemed horrified about that outcome and sat back in their own seats, too shocked to say anything more. I had forgotten that outcomes like those weren’t exceedingly common everywhere, but it was a reality that I knew everyone on the bus would have to come to grips with it sooner or later. As if on cue, lightning thundered in the distance as we rounded a corner, and my eyes turned to the distant rocky peaks and curving road we were now on. Staring out, a sign soon came into my view. It was hard to see at first, but a closer flash of lightning illuminated the wording perfectly; Smeckton – 14 Miles… Smeckton Institute and Juvenile Evaluation Center for Males – 15 Miles. I gulped hard at the realization of where the bus was now headed. My pulse began to race, and I closed my eyes, trying to shut out this new piece of bad news. This blasted program was bad enough, but from the little of what Ben had told me about Smeckton… my odds for passing, if its apparent reputation was anything to go off, had just plummeted. I hadn’t even made it to the center yet and already my luck was turning sour. I couldn’t imagine lasting another three years, but I knew that I had to try at least.

This involves folks getting a little more handsy than I usually write! Drop-In A bright and sunny Saturday morning. A time no better spent than hanging out with friends, doing a bit of takeout, or just lounging around with deep dive videos on autoplay, or a good game to binge… Daniel in particular was not enjoying those weekly rituals, at the moment. Every so often one or two Saturdays were lost to duties and responsibilities that unfortunately superseded the simple pleasures of life. He hopped out of his car and swung the door shut before roofing a hand above his eyes so he could squint past the glaring sun peering just over the roof of his destination. PediaPros Big bold font in a whimsical wave on a curved and arched sign that was proudly posted on the front of the building. It was a clinic nestled in a village of other healthcare services– eye doctors, dentists, physical therapies, and so on. So for that reason, the clinic wasn’t exactly out of place, but… 20-year old Daniel checked the address and referral on his phone one more time, squinting a second time at the building front. “This can’t be the right place, right…?” He muttered to himself, but before he could check the address again, the screen on his phone was overtaken by a final five minute warning for his scheduled appointment. No time to consider an alternative, and at worst the best he could do was clarify the address with someone inside. Screw it. He had to go in; maybe this was the right place somehow… But a pediatric clinic? How the hell could someone his age mess that up? This was going to be awkward… He tried not to imagine the unusual scenario about to unfold, though he couldn’t not consider the weird look he’d get from the receptionist when she realized that the visiting patient wasn’t his kid, but the young man himself, etcetera, etcetera… He tried to shut down both his imagination and his focus… Which is why he didn’t look both ways before crossing the parking lot. HOOOOOOOOOONK! A blaring car horn startled Daniel as an oncoming vehicle became deafeningly louder the closer it got. A screeching sound as a massive machination of metal with high momentum tried to stop on a dime before colliding with a soft body of flesh and mere bones. Daniel saw it all in slow motion: the car attempting to stop, but still barreling forward, the silhouette of a horrified driver just beyond the windshield assaulted by the shining sun. Is this it? Is this how I die? Everything was in slow motion for sure. The eternal honk played out like a video set to a quarter of the original speed, and any movement to turn or escape was like wading through viscous mud mixed with molasses and rubber cement… He couldn’t move, and the car was only a handful of inches away… Shit. His moment for his life to flash before his eyes was over. Time sped up again, and the car sped straight through. Through his dying moments, an odd electric sound rippled through his ears. A hefty thump and scuff played out, and everything was black for Daniel. There was a final screech to tell that the car had stopped, only far too late. Truly, they should’ve kept going. Now they have to see Daniel’s broken and beaten body. “Goodness! That was a close one!” Daniel quickly opened his eyes, seeing he was on his bottom, sitting on the pavement with his arms oddly strung up by the armpits and dangling forward. He craned his neck and turned around to find a woman looking down at him with a relieved expression, sitting on the ground herself, only breathing slightly heavier like she was trying to recover from a sudden sprint. “Are you okay?” the woman asked attentively. The concern on her face was unmistakable, and Daniel simply couldn’t find the words as she looked down at him. His mind was totally blank. I’m not…dead? “O-oh-oh my god…!” A new woman appeared from the road where Daniel just thought he was about to kick it. She had tears in her eyes with both hands covering her mouth. “I-I’m…! I’m s-so sorry! I-I made sure to look, b-but you didn’t ch-check and-and I tried to stop– but I…!” Only now Daniel realized how wide-eyed he was, completely taken aback. One moment it was the end, and now it…wasn’t? “I think everyone’s okay,” the woman behind Daniel said to the other, who seemed to be quickly, but cautiously calming down. “I think it was just a close call– We didn’t look both ways before crossing… Luckily I got to him in time…!” The driver took a long sniff, wiping the budding tears from her eyes, nodding slowly. “S-sorry…” Daniel said, still with adrenaline and confusion. He slowly looked up at the woman. “It…it was my mistake…I was distracted…” “O-okay…” the woman sighed, calming down further. “Just…please make sure to look both ways before crossing from now on?” “Understood…” Daniel answered mechanically, and the driver finally left. “Can you stand?” The remaining woman asked, and Daniel felt himself rising against his will as two supportive hands continued to draw him up by the armpits. There was little strain or effort exerted it seemed, as the woman looked like she had barely broken a sweat in anything just now. Daniel slowly turned around, like he was still getting his land legs back, coming face to face with an armful of ample-sized breasts– He quickly turned his head up. The noticeably taller woman smiled down at him, though harboring a bit of skepticism in her eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she frowned, slightly leaning in. “Y-yeah, uh-uhm…” Daniel murmured. There weren’t any real apt words. His mind was fried from nearly dying, and the adrenaline was still pumping through him. Now an unusually tall woman had just saved him and was drilling him like she was his doctor or it was his checkup– HIS APPOINTMENT! “W-wait, I need to go– I-I have an appointment…” Daniel quickly turned, sprouting a noise of surprise from the woman, who quickly called back for him. Looking both ways this time, Daniel crossed the road and hopped up onto the sidewalk branching into the alcove with the door leading inside the clinic. But before leaving he turned one last time to face the woman and waved his hand. “Th-thank you for helping me!” She waved back and Daniel headed inside, turning the knob in line with his chest and managing the large door only a third of the way open before slipping inside. The main lobby was certainly a pediatrician’s. Pastel green walls with murals of smiling farm animals grazing in the imaginary fields. A corner filled with toys ranging from blocks to crayons and coloring books, plus a sea of empty padded seats for the people (parents) not so inclined to enjoy the toys. A digital choo-choo chimed even as a miniature train track suspended from the ceiling showed a model train chugging around the top. He didn’t even notice the giant funhouse mirror warping and wobbling his figure as he walked past in a hurry to reach the front desk. “S-sorry, I have an appointment?” Daniel slightly huffed, catching his breath. His hands were perched on the edge of the counter, uncharacteristically as high as his shoulders… But no time for that. “It’s for a physical.” The receptionist was looking down on him with a healthy vertical gap between them. Obviously she was sitting in a swivel seat with its height pushed to the maximum, but Daniel still didn’t appreciate having to look up so high. A shadow loomed over Daniel as the woman slightly leaned out, turning her head both ways, like looking for a second person before eventually resuming her typing. “Name, honey?” An adult clinic wouldn’t speak to me like that… Daniel quietly thought. Not as a slight or displeasure, but a simple observation. “Daniel Myers.” “Can you spell your last name nice and loud for me, please?” “M-Y-E-R-S.” Maybe Daniel misheard her, but he couldn’t help but pick up on a quiet murmur, “Good job…” before speaking clearly again, “Okay, yup. I have you here for a 2:00 appointment. Do you know what time it is right now?” “Huh? Wait–am I that late?” Daniel quickly remarked before checking his phone in a hurry. “2:02…” he muttered. “Thank god. Yeah, sorry about that– traffic was crazy and something just happ–” “Let’s learn to be on time in the future, okay?” the woman, who couldn’t have been more than 10 years his senior, smirked at him with a mightier-than-thou grin. The pleasantries were quickly leaving Daniel’s face, though not wanting to make an argument, responded a bit coolly in turn. “Yeah, sure…whatever.” “So it’s just you today?” the receptionist asked, swiveling around in her station to go for a filing cabinet. She was in a set of flowery-printed scrubs, though Daniel saw her in full view now, seeing that the chair didn’t look particularly cranked… Or rather, her feet clearly and comfortably touching the floor. Another tall woman…? Not that they were unicorns, but still an unusual sight for two in one day… “Yeah, just me,” Daniel said as she slid a lime green translucent plastic clipboard forward. It had a single medical sheet with a pen dangling from the board by a chain of tiny metal ball beads. “Alrighty then, just make sure to fill out as much as you can,” the woman dropped her finger on the page multiple times. “If you have any questions on anything you can just ask. I’ll give you a few minutes before calling the nurse.” “Got it, thanks…” Daniel took the slightly large board and paper with one hand and took it back to one of the seats, hopping up into place, quietly noticing the slight hover his feet had over the floor. Were the chairs just unusually big, too? He shook his head and focused on the medical sheet, looking over the basics like filling out his name, address, age, date of birth, and so on… and… He stopped. “Excuse me?” Daniel was standing back at the front desk, sliding the clipboard back onto the counter. “Is this the right form that I’m supposed to be filling out?” “We only have one kind of form, sweetheart,” the woman casually said, but peered over the page. “What’s confusing you?” “No– nothing’s confusing me, or–” he bit his tongue, not enjoying the way she phrased the question. “It’s this,” he pointed at the name fields. “There’s one for the child-slash-patient, and the other for the parent-slash-guardian.” “...Uh-huh,” the receptionist was quiet for a moment before nodded in agreement, but without any kind of inflection that said she understood his point. She was waiting for him to explain more. “I’m…20 years old…” Daniel explained, like it was obvious, but he was trying to be subtle. “I’m filling this out, but it’s structured like there’s two people here, so…?” “...Well, we only have one kind of form, honey,” the woman explained. “Just fill it out as best as you can, okay?” “...” Daniel debated arguing further, but the fact remained that it wouldn’t get him a different kind of information form. “Sure, okay… So I’ll just put my name in the parent-guardian section, then?” “Oh– no, no. Nope, you want to write your name here,” the receptionist clearly pointed to the left hand side. “Right where it says child-slash-patient.” “But…” Daniel slowly started, though she quickly shut him down. “You’re a patient, right?” the receptionist asked, like it was obvious yet needed a soft reminder. Quietly, Daniel slid the clipboard off the top, not particularly pleased with the result. “Yeah, I am.” “Just come back over if anything else is confusing you!” Daniel resigned himself back into his seat, feeling his pride somewhat slighted by his scribbles. CHILD/PATIENT: DANIEL MYERS He continued filling out the rest of the essentials, though suddenly mindful of all the wording. The questions were personal with regards to developmental or medical issues, but they were never addressing Daniel directly. It wasn’t “Do you have trouble sleeping at night?” but instead. “Does your child have trouble sleeping at night?” Ultimately whatever, but the semantics still bothered him… The next question made him turn his head. “(If child is over the age of 18 and biologically MALE) Does your child still wear diapers?” And a subsequent question… “(If checked YES to wearing diapers) Do you plan to potty train?” “Wh-what the fuck…?” Daniel murmured. “Daniel?” A new female voice called from the end of the waiting room. Another woman in scrubs waited patiently by the doorway where a half-gate was swung out. With no one else in the waiting room, she had no choice but to stare directly in Daniel’s direction, although smiling patiently, but still clearly waiting on him. He glanced over at the nurse, still bewildered by what he certainly must have misread. He glanced down at the page again, trying to find the questions once more in a frantic hurry. “Sweetheart, the nice nurse calling for you!” the receptionist beckoned him over from his seat. “Y-yeah, I know, but I…” he awkwardly stumbled down from his seat, heading straight for the receptionist. “A-are you sure this is the right form? I just saw something that–” “It’s okay if you don’t know all the answers,” the receptionist cut him off. “Just do the best you can. Now let’s not make the nice nurse wait any more. You can take that with you into the room.” “But…” Daniel huffed, annoyed by being cut off and dismissed, as if he really were an ignorant child. But with little left to say, he finally approached the nurse patiently waiting by the gate. “You must be Daniel!” she cheerily said, and Daniel once again found himself looking high up at another woman towering over him. “Yeah, that’s me,” Daniel awkwardly replied. He stood there for a second, waiting for her to lead the way, but her expression shifted into peachy confusion as she scanned the rest of the room. “Is Mom in the bathroom?” “Sorry?” Daniel blinked. “Oh! Are you with Dad today?” the nurse concerningly tilted her head. “What? No…” Daniel shook his head. “It’s just me,” he sighed. “I’m the patient. I’m my own guardian.” This was the last time he ever made the mistake of scheduling with a pediatrician… “Oh…okay…?” the nurse answered in a long, drawn-out type of voice, like Daniel was being the weird one. “But wait– hey, could you take a look at this for me?” Daniel quickly said, scanning over the medical form. “What are some of these questions about? I just read this weird one and– hey!” The clipboard was gently taken from him as the nurse pulled up from her mid-squat to look over the page herself. “No guardian, huh…” she quietly commented, then turned back on her friendly-nurse expression when addressing Daniel again. “Don’t worry about this! I’ll take care of some of this, then the doctor’s gonna fill out the rest for you. Sounds good?” “Y-yeah, but…” Daniel said at a loss. “Now let’s not stand around for too long!” the nurse nodded her head, gently guiding Daniel in with a hand on the back of his head. Promptly the wooden gate swung shut with a click, and Daniel watched the nurse re-do the chain-link latch high above Daniel’s own head keeping it closed. He followed her to one of the rooms; each door a different color between red, green, orange, blue, and purple. Inside the green room was a small doctor’s office, set with a sink, a couple cabinets, an empty chair, and examination table spanning the width from one wall to the other. On top of that, more cutesy designs filled the room between splashes of primary color paint and smiling and laughing buckets of paint and brushes up to no good all over the walls of the room. “I’ll put this here…” the nurse said while she dropped the clipboard on a high shelf reserved for physician tablets and computers. Impossibly out of Daniel’s reach, then walked by Daniel and over to the cushioned counter, whisking out an unending sheet from a sturdy spool of wax paper bolted into the end of the examination table. “Can you get up all on your own?” the nurse stood back, asking before using her white sneaker-wearing foot to nudge a footstool in front of the table. “Y-yeah, I’m fine…” Daniel said, approaching the table without intending to use the stool, but… He felt his neck craning the closer he got, so he awkwardly stepped up onto the metal stool, swinging his leg up and making contact first with his knee, then pulling himself up the rest of the way. The room loudly crinkled and the wax paper beneath him rustled, folded and cracked as he settled in, only barely being at eye level now with the nurse. “Okay…!” the nurse said with a smile, strolling back over to the clipboard, taking the pen attached to it. “Uhm– sorry, excuse me?” Daniel spoke up. “Mhm?” the nurse attentively nodded. “Is…is everything here just…big?” “Big?” the nurse repeated in confusion, but smirking. “Yeah…uh, big. It just seems like everything is…well, big.” From the rooms to the chairs to the people here themselves. Everyone but Daniel… “Well, I guess you could say it’s all big, yeah,” the nurse nodded with a giggle before going back to the paper. Obviously they weren’t on the same page… “Okay, Danny, we’re just gonna check some simple stuff before I call in the doctor, okay?” “Yeah, sure, that’s fine,” Daniel sighed, simply wanting this odd experience to be over with. “Great,” she said, then started sampling tools from the counter with the sink. First she checked his ears with a plastic nozzle probe. He could feel the warmth radiating from the light in his ear. “This ear looks good…” She gently leaned him to the other side by the shoulders, then checked the other. “This one too…” Daniel quietly obeyed, letting her even go through the process of checking his blood pressure. “Has Summer been fun?” the nurse asked, and Daniel blinked out of his trance. “Sorry? Summer?” “Yeah, Summer!” the nurse chuckled. “Got a lot of freetime, don’t ya? Trips to the park, maybe late night video games…!” “Well, maybe over the weekends…?” Daniel shrugged, ignoring the growing pressure on his right bicep. “Mostly work, though.” “What?!” the nurse exclaimed with a laugh, like she was humoring a reaction to something outrageous. “What do you mean work? It’s Summer! School doesn’t start up again for a whole more month!” “School…?” Daniel frowned. “No, I’m not in college– I work full time.” “I didn’t think you were in college either, silly,” the nurse chuckled. “All I’m saying is that you should probably be focused a lot more on having fun! Summer’s only once a year!” She undid the strap over his arm and walked back over to the form to fill some more information out. “Danny, can you please hop off the table for me? I need you over here.” Daniel complied, ignoring the liberal use of his name, and saw waiting for him around the corner of the sink counter was a weight and height scale. The ruler measuring his height was bright yellow and dotted with orange spots, wiggling and waving as the scale extended and the overhead ornament used to level with the patient's head was a smiling giraffe… “Oh! You can take your shoes off first,” the nurse quickly held him back with a hand over his chest before he could step on. Daniel complied before stepping back on. “And no tippy-toes, please!” the nurse advised while guiding Daniel’s posture to stand up straight. If there was anything sane or “normal” to come out of this entire endeavor, it was at least the numbers reported on the scale. “Five-foot-nine… One-hundred-thirty-nine pounds…” the nurse mumbled as she jotted down the information. “Okay! You can step off.” At least Daniel knew who he still was. It truly was just a strangely massive clinic. Was it a specialty one catering to unusually tall people? He had no clue, but all the desire to get out of here. “Okay, Danny, I think that I’ve got mostly everything here…” the nurse summarized, checking between her own notes and the odd patient form that Daniel started with. “One last bit, though! There’s this bit at the top of the sheet that tells us the name of the parent or guardian who should be filling this out for you,” she looked up from the page. “Do you know Mom’s full name so I can write it down?” “What?” Daniel blinked. “N-no, that’s… That’s what I was trying to figure out with the receptionist or whatever. I know it’s a little weird that I’m coming here at my age, but I’m twenty years old– I don’t need any guardian.” “Oh wow!” the nurse awed, but to Daniel it sounded like a babysitter humoring her kid of the night’s pretend play. “That’s a big number! Well, Danny, I can tell you that I know plenty of other 20 year old boys your age don’t know their mom’s full names either, and that’s okay!” She set down the clipboard, leaving Daniel at a loss for words as she put her hand on the doorknob. “Dr. Elina will be in here in just a few minutes, okay? Can you be a big help by getting down to your undies for her, please?” She waved one last time before leaving the room. “What the hell is up with this place…?” Daniel sighed, climbing back up to the examination table with a huff, then lifting one foot at a time, undoing the laces and kicking off his shoes. At least his age, weight, and height were consistent… Asking him to take his clothes off were too… Nothing was necessarily wrong with what the nurse did either, per say, and yet… Everything else around it was what he found off putting… How long had he been here for, even? Daniel stopped to pull out his phone, tapping the screen to bring it to life. “Half an hour already…” Daniel sighed, just about to put his phone away before noticing an unfriendly icon pinging on the corner of his notifications. No bars, or any kind of service for that matter. He frowned, checking for any kind of internet connection, of which he had none of, apparently. Knowing full well that his bills were freshly paid, he looked around the room and its generic popout tile ceiling with as much skepticism as he could imagine for a normal medical building, but of course it didn’t add up. What normal clinic in the middle of a busy complex in the heart of a city had trouble with phone reception? There was a brisk knock on the door from the outside, lasting only a second before a new figure stepped inside the room. “You must be Danny?” A soothing voice spoke before she could even close the door. The doctor wearing glasses and sporting a blonde bob haircut gave him a friendly smile as it clicked shut. She was a refreshing escape from the florals and pastel colors. To a small degree she was in fact out of place here– looking almost too doctorly. A white coat and muted color shirt underneath. She was in slacks and simple flats. Those along with of course the signature stethoscope draped around her neck. “Uh, yeah…nice to meet you…” Daniel said, going quiet as the doctor set herself up. “And this is…your patient form,” Dr. Elina commented simply, scanning over the page with a resting smile. With her other hand holding a tablet and small lunchbox-sized container, she set her own items aside. She turned her head to face Daniel. “Are you nervous at all? Everything okay?” The question felt strangely targeted but also out of left-field. Daniel gave her a weird look. “Uhm…I think I’m fine? …Don’t know why I wouldn’t be?” “Okay,” Dr. Elina nodded, smiling. “That’s good! It’s okay if you were nervous; sometimes boys can be a little worried about meeting the big old bad doctor!” she chuckled, and Daniel took too long to debate whether he should laugh back. “So this is for your yearly physical, yes?” “Uh yeah, that’s correct.” Daniel nodded. “Mhm,” Dr. Elina nodded again, busy sifting through her tablet. “Mhm…and…okay. Good. Good!” She looked at him again. “And sweetie– can you take your pants off for me? Do you need help?” The question was blunt, and admittedly a bit condescending the way it reached Daniel’s ears. He made a face. “Uh, no…I can take them off…” Daniel said, slowly undoing the button on his jeans. “Good job,” Dr. Elina commented, like it was customary to praise a child for doing something so simple. “Shirt too, please?” Daniel did the same, until finally he was naked save for his briefs. “Now Danny, I’m going to–” Daniel interrupted, and Dr. Elina stopped on a dime. “Uhm, sorry, but maybe if I could just check something first?” Dr. Elina paused, then morphed into a smile. “Of course honey, what is it?” “I know I might look…small, or whatever, or that this place is just weirdly big, but– I just wanna clarify that I’m 20 years old.” “Uh-huh?” Dr. Elina nodded understandingly. “Yeah, so… So I know it’s a little weird of me to be coming to a pediatrician like this…” “Oh, honey, it’s nothing weird at all?” Dr. Elina refuted with a concerned frown. “It’s…not?” Daniel asked confusedly. “Of course not!” Dr. Elina chuckled. “Do you have a sister?” “A sister? No, I’m an only child…” Daniel said. “Oh, then in that case, maybe a friend who has a sister–” the doctor said, then continued. “20 is definitely that age where boys start to wonder why they keep seeing the same doctor since they were a little bit younger, but it’s perfectly normal. Yes, it’s typically around 18 or so that you might start seeing young women around your age moving on to grownup doctors, but that’s because we know that boys and girls aren’t the same in a lot of ways, right?” She paused like a kid’s cartoon waiting for their viewer to talk to the screen. “...Right,” Daniel answered. “Right!” Dr. Elina nodded encouragingly. “So there’s no need to be worried or concerned about if you’re in the right place, sweetheart. We deal with plenty of boys your age, and also quite a bit older!” “Okay…but uh, maybe at the end of this I could get some referrals to a…grownup doctor? Just in case?” Daniel asked. “Well…” Dr. Elina’s mouth went a bit sideways. “We can figure that out after your checkup, okay?” “Yeah, sure…” Daniel sighed, not exactly enthused over having another one of his concerns deferred. “Oh, and Danny? One other thing,” Dr. Elina started, “Just so we both are on the same page, I know this sounds silly, but– Can you tell me the name of this place?” Daniel frowned once more. Was this some kind of minimum cognitive function test, or something? “Uhm…yeah? PediaPros?” Though he omitted the part where he questioned the “pro” part of the name… “That’s the name, isn’t it?” “...Yes it is!” Dr. Elina nodded, smiling down at her tablet as she continued scribbling. “Thank you for answering that! Okay. Let’s get started then!” Dr. Elina hummed as she approached Daniel, taking off her stethoscope and fixing it on her ears. Only now was her massive chess hiding behind her shirt and jacket coming into full view for Daniel. Another giantess drawing her breasts right up to his eyes as the cold suction-cup like pad was pressed against his chest. “Can you take a nice deep breath for me, please?” Dr. Elina asked, and Daniel complied. A couple seconds went by. “...And deep exhale.” All the air left Daniel’s lungs. “Good job,” Dr. Elina calmly remarked. “Let’s try that again.” So they did, until Dr. Elina swapped over to his back, repeating the same with acceptable results. “Breathing is nice and healthy. I like the sound of those lungs,” Dr. Elina commented. “Uhm…thanks?” Daniel said back awkwardly, earning a small chuckle from the doctor. A few more rudimentary tests went on, from tapping his knees for reflexes and checking the inside of his mouth, and so on… “Okay…” Dr. Elina finished writing a few more notes. “Now Danny, I’m going to move on to a few more very important tests, okay?” “...Yeah, okay?” Daniel nodded. “Does it change when you turn 20, or something?” “Not quite,” Dr. Elina said, “when you turn 18. But I imagine your previous doctor didn’t do these kinds of tests. It’s not uncommon for boys from your background, but luckily you’re here now so we know what to look out for!” “Right…” Daniel nodded, still unsure. “Now I don’t want you to be nervous, but I’m going to need to check your big boy parts, okay?” “Oh, yeah…” Daniel already started laying down on the table. Something he wasn’t ever really enthusiastic about when it came to these check-ups… Something about having a male doctor in a way made him feel less uncomfortable, or at least, not as… A shadow of hanging breasts strained in a shirt coupled with a female doctor’s smile loomed over him. There was a slight tingle in his crotch. Aroused… Dr. Elina was deliberate, slow, and delicate. She gingerly slipped her gloved fingers beneath the waistband of his underwear, lifting his hips ever so slightly off the table as she rolled his waistband down, tugging his underwear down and down… Down and down… “Uhm…” Daniel nervously spoke up. He was used to a “flash” or quick check– not a full-on strip search as far as this part went…! “Don’t worry, everything’s fine,” Dr. Elina assured, and by this point Daniel’s full crotch was exposed, dick, balls, and all. His briefs were bunched and gathered down at his thighs, leaving him totally exposed and uncovered. The only partial shroud he had was his pubic hair… “Mm…” Dr. Elina commented, staring and studying his genitalia intently. Daniel watched with a nervous heartbeat as he tried to keep himself composed, and especially remain limp… But an electric tingle gave him goosebumps when Dr. Elina’s latex finger lightly brushed a few of his curly hairs. “Danny, do you know what the term H.A.C.K. means?” “Like…computer hacking…?” Daniel asked with an unsure look. What was she even talking about? “Not quite,” Dr. Elina chuckled. She gently patted his bare chest before stepping away. “Just lay right there for me, okay? I can explain.” Daniel did as he was told, although he watched Dr. Elina rummaged through the top cabinets above the sink, pulling out a few different items. One however was a tall metal can with a head like a soap dispenser. He watched a mint green foam-like cream pile into her hand, almost like a mix between shaving cream and foamy hand soap. She came back over, and Daniel was expecting some kind of prompt, but he lurched forward out of reflex the moment she smothered his crotch in the lukewarm cream. “It’s not cold, is it?” Dr. Elina asked him casually as she sensually and carefully rubbed the cream around his privates, only brushing against his penis lightly and circling away at every moment they came into contact. “It…it’s not…but…” Daniel murmured, trying to suppress an erection. “Wh-why are you doing this– e-exactly?” “Well, Danny, the term H.A.C.K. actually means a few different things, and the first is H for hygiene, or hair,” Dr. Elina explained, continuing her general rubbing motions. “It’s not uncommon for boys your age to have pubes, or hair that grows around the penis and balls. It’s perfectly natural, but it can also be a bit problematic.” “Problematic…?” Daniel asked, trying to ignore the brushing sensations near his dick. “Yes. Pubes tend to shed or fall off like normal hair on our heads in day-to-day life, except pubic hairs are a little less hygienic because they grow around the spots where you pee-pee from, and also where some other grown up stuff can come out of your penis. It’s also trapped in your undies all day where sweat can accumulate, and may not be washed as properly like the hair on your head is during a shower or bath. Sometimes it can be itchy for boys down there too, making them scratch spots where their hands really shouldn't be, as well as allowing odor to accumulate.” Daniel watched Dr. Elina tug a wipe from a nearby dispenser, slowly combing across the foamy mess on his crotch. Then he looked increasingly concerned as he saw the results left over. “So that’s why the H in H.A.C.K. stands for hair removal.” “W-wait! My pubes!” Daniel shouted in shock. Every speck of cream had been wiped away, but so too was all his hair…! He looked spotless! Like there was never a follicle to begin with…! “Nice and clean!” Dr. Elina remarked with a smile, balling up the wipe now that Daniel could see was stained in cream but also covered with likely hundreds of squiggly and curly hairs…! “That should last you for about half a year before we’d need to apply any cream again.” “Wh-what the fuck…?!” Daniel spoke up in an outrage, immediately sitting back up. “Ah-ah!” Dr. Elina tutted, forcing him back down. “Danny, let’s behave, okay? I’m sorry if I surprised you like that, but I can promise you that this is perfectly normal, okay?” “What doctor gets rid of my fucking pubes during a physical?!” Daniel shouted. “A doctor who cares about your wellbeing very much,” Dr. Elina insisted. “I promise that I won’t do anything to hurt you, Daniel. I’m sorry if you feel upset, but that’s a perfectly normal reaction. Is it okay if I continue?” “What– are you gonna shave my head next?!” Daniel spoke defensively. “I promise you I will do no such thing,” Dr. Elina assured him. “Are you okay now? Can we continue?” What the fuck was wrong with this place? And this doctor…?! “This is insane…” Daniel openly muttered, forgetting any sense of subtleties. “Wait just one second,” Dr. Elina said, leaving the table for another moment. Daniel watched her like a hawk this time, trying to discern danger so he could make for a sprint to the door at a moment’s notice. She was crouched this time underneath the sink and pulled out a plastic cube containing a…teddy bear? “Here he is…!” Dr. Elina smiled, pulling the bear out of its container. “This is a very special helper of mine. His name is Mr. Disty.” “I’m not interested,” Daniel said, faintly hearing her fiddle with a zipper on his back. “That’s okay, but if it’s alright, I’d like it if he kept me some company,” Dr. Elina said, setting the bear right between Daniel’s head and the wall. “But if you’d like, you’re more than welcome to hang on to him for me?” “I’m fine,” Daniel said firmly, crossing his arms. “Can we get this over with already?” “...Of course we can,” Dr. Elina answered kindly in turn. “Now the A for H.A.C.K. stands for arousal. Do you know what that means?” “Yeah, like having an erection…” Daniel sighed, finding it not so hard to suppress an erection when he was rightfully pissed. “That’s correct!” Dr. Elina praised, and Daniel sighed, closing his eyes and listening to the quiet hum in his head. “This next test is another very important one. It’s conducted at every boy’s yearly physical once they turn 18. It’s called CARE for short,” Dr. Elina explained as she put on a single odd-looking glove, leaving the other hand bare. They looked latex or rubbery, but covered in…tendrils? Malleable nubs similar to the texture of a dusting glove or something similar… “That's what the C is in H.A.C.K. Kind of silly, but it’s an acronym within an acronym. It stands for: Controlled Arousal Response Evaluation. A bit fancy, but all you have to do is relax, okay?” “O…kay…” Daniel answered strangely, now watching the doctor. She produced another bottle and squirted a liberal amount of see-through gel into the glove. It was a runny substance that quickly seeped and dripped down and through the tendrils. He watched her one-handedly fish out a phone from her pocket with the ungloved hand and tap through her screen. Daniel’s eyes started to wander, landing back on the woman’s large chest…thinking about her naked breasts…wondering maybe…what kind of underwear she was wearing underneath? What color was her bra…? A lukewarm, textured grip suddenly had him by the dick. He gasped as he turned his head and saw Dr. Elina’s gloved hand envelop his penis entirely in a slimy, bumpy and wriggly hold…! “Do the best you can…okay?” Dr. Elina said with a simple smile, slowly starting to lift with her snug squeeze, stretching and taking Daniel’s dick along with it, until… squirt! A wet squelch as she quickly and suddenly pumped her hand back down…! A jolt reached his heartbeat, a pump of blood ran through his check, down through his arteries and straight into his crotch…! “Just like that…” Dr. Elina whispered, and Daniel’s breathing went heavy as the tugged and lifted– squelch! Back down again. Wet, slimy. Frictionless. Squeeze, hold, hug… He was rock hard before he even knew it. The squeeze, the pressure, the tightness..,! Up! Down! Up Down! The doctor’s hand moved like a machine and an uncontrollable urge to burst and unload was hitting Daniel’s dick at a frightening speed. Dr. Elina’s pace with her hand was irregular– unpredictable. First it was slow, then it was fast. Then it was medium– until it was fast again. Faster…faster…faster…! Fast–! A small gasp erupted from Daniel as he felt it all unload. His face went flush the moment he ejaculated into the doctor’s glove, adding more slime and substance to the sticky and wet mess that his deflated penis was now sandwiched in. “And time~!” Dr. Elina calmly remarked, tapping the screen of her phone. “That puts you at…almost 30 seconds!” Dr. Elina nodded affirmatively at her screen before letting go of Daniel’s dick covered in his own fluids and the translucent gel. She carefully took off her glove and set it in a designated waste bin before entering information on her tablet. “Wh…what…” Daniel tried to catch his breath, unsure of what to think or how to feel, “What does that mean…? Is…is that good…?” “Good?” Dr. Elina repeated from her screen, sounding uncertain of the question. “Mm…Well, sweetheart, everyone goes at their own pace, right? Everyone’s different, so don’t worry about that, okay?” “R-right…” Daniel sighed, winded and looking up at the ceiling, drowning in the sound of the hum. Did…did my doctor just jack me off…? “Now let’s get this little buddy all cleaned up…” Dr. Elina used a few more wipes to clean off Daniel’s crotch and make him dry once again. Not once did he speak or complain. He was totally resigned, feeling weak and limp. Tired. “Oh?” Dr. Elina quietly remarked. Without asking, Daniel shivered the moment he felt a new latex glove gently inspect his balls, gently massaging and moving them, and lastly lightly pinching or gripping the upper end of his shaft, brushing the head and tugging a tiny bit. “Mm… Danny? Are you still awake, honey? You don’t have to open your eyes, but can you hear me?” “Y-yeah…” Daniel commented, curling his toes. He stretched his arms out and brushed against something that felt soft and cuddly. Instinct compelled and his left arm snatched a soft body nearby, bundling it against his chest. “I just cleaned up your penis, but it seems like there was still a little leftover that still needed to leak out. Now can you be very honest with me? Sometimes when you go pee-pee on the big boy toilet, do you not always get it all out? Maybe you dribble a little bit in your undies when you stand back up, or a little bit later?” Dribbles…? Yeah…maybe a tiny bit… “Mhm…” Daniel nodded, snuggling against the cozy, furry friend. “Okay, thank you for being honest with me. That was very responsible of you.” He listened to the hum, snuggled the teddy bear, and kept his eyes closed as the faint sounds of Dr. Elina working around the room occasionally reached his ears, and soon he heard her come back to the table. “Now Danny, I don’t want you to think that you failed the CARE exam, okay? Every boy does differently, and all that means is we just need to react accordingly. The time you lasted is well within average expectations, meaning that your arousal levels are perfectly expected for your age. That also means however you qualify for what’s called an arousal modulation device.” “Uh-huh…” Daniel answered with his eyes closed. “I’m gonna put some gel on your privates that might feel a little cold for a few seconds, but it’ll go away real fast, okay?” “Yup…” he said through a yawn. True to the doctor’s word, the gel was cold, and Daniel did open his eyes. He watched her fiddle between his legs, pinching the excess skin around his balls, which he certainly felt for all of half a second before it felt like…nothing. He felt pressure, so to speak and the activity between his legs, but in terms of direct feeling he registered nothing as he watched Dr. Elina squeezed not only his balls but also his penis through a snug green ring. Her gestures again were surgical as she tested and checked the fitness of the ring that was as far back as it could go– to the base of his dick and stem of his testicals. All the while, Daniel’s entire nether region felt completely numb. Nonexistent. “Now this might feel a bit snug at times, but it’s something you’ll get used to, okay?” Dr. Elina explained with the next piece. Another green item that looked like a hollow sphere that was cut in half, dotted with holes along the dome and a vertical slit down the middle. He watched her grab the base of his penis and place the green shell against it like it was a helmet, funnily enough. Then he watched curiously as she slowly compressed his limp dick, further and further until meager length changed into moderate width, turning into a compressed and packaged nub, totally captured by the green shell that met with the green ring. It was like watching a different body, as he couldn’t feel a single thing down below. Was that this dick? Could it really fit in a space so small and tiny? “Then we hold it all together with this…” Dr. Elina explained as she produced a small key with a cylinder attached to the end. It conveniently slid perfectly into a single long hole formed by the perfect alignment between the shell covering Daniel’s dick and the ring behind his balls. The kid and cylinder went in perfectly, and Dr. Elina turned the key, smoothly pulling it back out, but leaving the metal cylinder behind. Her other hand let go of the shell of the cage, but the green nub didn’t fire away. His dick didn’t uncompress and push it off. Or maybe it’s just that it…couldn’t? The ring didn’t budge either. Curiously, Daniel’s hand wandered and drifted to the green device affixed on his crotch, feeling the hard and rigid smooth shell covering his privates that’d now been miniaturized. It was almost like a…cage? “Does it hurt?” Dr. Elina asked, smiling as she fixed a small chain around her neck, slipping the key that dangled from it beneath her shirt. “No…” Daniel shook his head. Was he missing something? Was it supposed to hurt? When was the numbing gel supposed to wear off? He squeezed Mr. Disty. “Good!” Dr. Elina nodded approvingly. “It’s perfectly normal for boys your age to need an arousal modulation device, so it’s nothing to be ashamed of. And a year from now we’ll do another CARE test to see how things might have changed.” “A…year…?” Daniel asked distantly, but Dr. Elina was gone again, but not far away. She was this time crouched right in front of the examination table and going through the cabinets underneath. “And lastly…K,” Dr. Elina stood back up with a white rectangular bottle, and a patterned square covered in multicolored polka dots. Daniel watched quietly as she set the items aside, first tending to Daniel’s underwear still bunched around his thighs, snaking them off him completely. “Now because of what I observed after administering your CARE exam, and you also mentioned that you’re dealing with dribbles after going potty,” Dr. Elina explained as she unfolded the rectangle– a cushy-looking diaper, “it sounds like you’re experiencing common symptoms from another common case from most boys in general known as UBS, or underdeveloped bladder syndrome. It’s nothing to worry about, but in general this can mean that the muscles in your pee-pee aren’t quite where the rest of your body would like them to be. That means you can be prone to leaks or letting out a little bit of extra stuff you either didn’t get out of your system, or couldn’t hold back long enough in order to reach a toilet. That’s where these guys come in.” “A…diaper…?” Daniel asked. He was feeling lucid enough to understand the strangeness in his doctor, currently lifting both his legs in the air by the ankles, but not aware enough to actually be pushing back. Instead, he simply registered the crinkle and soft cushion his bottom was lowered onto. “That’s right, honey, a diaper,” Dr. Elina nodded. “Typically boys in this world aren’t potty trained. Some are– though most don’t make it, or the few that do are likely to relapse. So color me surprised when I saw you with your very own big boy undies!” Dr. Elina suddenly cooed, lightly tapping Daniel on the nose. And the touch made him feel…funny? Giggly? “Oop– and let’s say bye-bye to Mr. Distractions, okay? I think that I left him on for a bit too long…” Dr. Elina said to herself, gently disarming Daniel and fiddling with the bear again before putting him back away. Daniel was all relaxation as Dr. Elina sealed the deal by drawing up the front of the diaper and taping it into place, packing his privates in even further, leaving a slight pressure that the numbness persisting below wouldn’t allow him to fully register. “There we go~!” Dr. Elina smiled over him. “Does that feel better now? Huh? Does Danny feel all good now?” “Mm…yeah…” Daniel nodded, stretching his legs with a rustling crinkle that came from more than just the wax paper. “Good!” Dr. Elina chuckled, strolling back over to her tablet and the green clipboard. The humming Daniel was listening to was gone, except replaced by a much more organic tune– Dr. Elina’s hums by her workstation. Just as Daniel was sitting up, feeling a fog slowly starting to clear in his head, Dr. Elina came back over with the clipboard in hand. Once she reached the table she turned around in place and carefully sat up on the table with Daniel, then set the clipboard aside for only a second so she could gently deposit him into her lap. “Danny, could you please take a look at this for me?” Daniel watched Dr. Elina pulled the clipboard back into view. It was the form that Daniel had started with, only now it not only had his penmanship on it, but also the nurse’s, and now Dr. Elina’s doctorly scribbles too. “Can you read that name at the top for me, please?” Dr. Elina asked. “Uhm…” Daniel scanned the top of the page, but a slight warmth forming between his legs was a little distracting. “Pedia…Pals?” “Ope– uh-huh, that does say PediaPals,” Dr. Elina nodded with a chuckle. “But nope! Can you read…this for me, please?” She slowly traced her finger from the field with Daniel’s name, all the way over to the right where the other blank one– or…no, where the one with a name written on it was. “Joeanne…Elina?” Daniel read the name, though the significance of it wasn’t exactly striking him. “Uh-huh!” Dr. Elina said in an elated voice, squeezing Daniel in her lap. “And you know, Danny? That’s the end of your physical!” “Finally…” Daniel sighed, rubbing the front of his head. Wait…what did he just read again? “Now let’s go bring this back to the nice lady in the front room, okay?” “Sounds good…” Daniel went along with the same idea he was having in his head. He expected to hop down and walk his way out, but as Dr. Elina stood, so did Daniel, in a way, being glued to the doctor’s hip. They were going together? He lightly squeezed his legs and felt a fresh warmth heat the in-betweens of his legs. A potent nursery scent tickled his nostrils too. But between the sound of the examination room door opening and closing, he heard one last joyful remark underneath Dr. Elina’s breath. “And to think he’d be a Drop-In!” Find more fun story, DD lore, games, and art on my SubscribeStar! Otherwise, see you next time on here!

I have been into age regression and wearing diapers for many years. I basically have been engaging in this lifestyle with a mommy caregiver where we did age regression/mommy for one day, a weekend, or even a few times going on a weeks vacation with my mommy caregiver as an adult baby. I recently retired early due to a medical condition and my mommy caregiver has also recently retired from being an ABDL caregiver. Since I am now retired from work I would love to pursue my ABDL passion 24/7. I love wearing the Tykables Waddler Diapers, Sucking Of Pacifiers, Drinking from Sippy Cups & Bottles, Watching Toddler Shows & Listening to Toddler Music, Stuffed Animals and playing with Play Doh, Legos, and Coloring. I hope to meet others on here and enjoy my experience on this site.

I just got the first case of diapers for my quarterly diaper haul this morning, ABU alphagators. I'm so excited, I may just wet my pants! I have a case of MegaMax, Goodnites on the way and 2 bags of the purple Trest to try out too. I now should be set until the end of the year.

@UsuallyDiapered Thanks for the picture - your flanges look very like mine although we obviously executed them a different way; yours is placed in the same position as my inner one (and on the same type of cath). I *think* the diameter was 1mm - I'm not sure you could find a needle with a big enough eye to accommodate more than that. I don't know about allergic reactions - O rings are (I presume) made out of a latex similar to that used in catheters? But if it doesn't work for you then obviously that's something not to pursue. It hasn't caused me any problems but we're all different. @Spargano It did need a lot of experimenting - over the years I've made at least 30 stents so there's certainly been a lot of trial and error (especially error). I honestly think that O rings are far less likely to scratch than aretrieval line - they're manufactured to be completely smooth and at 1 mm diameter they're are no sharp edges, whereas someone once compared a retrieval line to inserting a cheese wire - a bit counterintuitively, the thinner it is, the more likely it is to cause damage. Each to their own of course! Like you I got to where I am after a lot of experiments ...

It's been several months now since the 2nd surgery. I assume you're totally healed up? If so, it would seem reasonable that your current level of incontinence will remain forever, unless you develop another stricture. You mentioned above that you go thru 3 or 4 diapers everyday. When you were starting your journey towards incontinence, did you think you'd be using this many diapers per day? Does your budget allow for 120 diapers per month? Of course, if that becomes a burden, you could go with cotton diapers and plastic pants at home and for bedtime. They cost more up front, but last for years. I understand that you're still mentally coming to grips with your new reality of being incontinent and truly diaper dependent. But we're here when you need vent, and talk things out.

Aww, I think the whole interaction between you and your wife was adorable. She is a keeper for sure and no more hang ups about wearing cloth diapers at home too.

Chapter 33 (Conclusion): Jacob climbed the steps in front of Mrs. Williams' house, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He had just finished his last final exam of the semester, and as the reality of winter break set in, he felt a strange mixture of relief and anxiety. After months of living under Mrs. Williams' strict supervision, he had become accustomed to his diapers, the routine, and even the spankings she used to correct his behavior. It was strange to think he would soon be heading home for a few weeks, where he'd be on his own without her supervision. As climbed the last step, the pressure in his stomach grew. He had gotten used to ignoring the feeling over time so, as Mrs. Williams opened the door, the inevitable happened. “Hello, Jacob,” Mrs. Williams greeted him with a warm smile. “Welcome back, how was your—” She stopped short, her eyes darting down as Jacob stood frozen on the porch, his knees bending slightly and his face flushing bright red as he made a big poopoo in his diaper. Mrs. Williams let out a soft sigh, though her smile didn’t falter. “Well, it seems you’ve had a little accident, huh Jacob?,” she asked calmly, stepping aside to let him in. “Come in, dear. We’ll get you all cleaned up.” Jacob stepped into the living room, the crinkle of his diaper mingling with the sound of Mrs. Williams gently closing the door behind him. She guided him upstairs, and before long, he was lying on his changing table, the smell of baby powder mixing with the cool air of the room. “Let’s get you nice and clean for your trip home,” Mrs. Williams said as she expertly untaped his diaper and began wiping his dirty bottom. Jacob had grown used to the routine, and though the embarrassment still lingered, having his legs in the air while his bottom was wiped for him no longer made his heart race the way it had when he first moved in. Once Jacob was clean and securely diapered again, Mrs. Williams gestured to a suitcase sitting neatly by the door. “I’ve already packed everything you’ll need for your trip home,” she explained, her voice calm and methodical. “Diapers, wipes, powder, changes of clothes—all of it is ready for your parents to take over when you get home.” Jacob stood, eyeing the suitcase with a growing sense of unease. His gaze fell to a sealed envelope sitting on top of the folded clothes. "Who's that for?" he asked. “I’ve written a letter for your parents,” Mrs. Williams continued, picking up the envelope and holding it out to him. “Instructions on how to care for you while you’re home. I’ve included everything they need to know, including a new rule to make sure you stay on track.” Jacob took the envelope and stared at it for a moment. “New rule?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. Mrs. Williams nodded, her smile unwavering. “Yes. I’ve included something new that I think will be very helpful for you, Jacob.” Curious, Jacob opened the letter and began to read. --- Dear Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, I hope this letter finds you well. I wanted to give you detailed instructions on how to care for Jacob during his winter break. He has made progress during his time with me, but it's important that his routine continues at home so that his behavior doesn’t regress. Here are a few important guidelines to follow: Diapers and Diaper Changes: Jacob is to wear his diapers at all times, and they should be checked regularly. Make sure to change him as soon as he has wet or pooped himself to prevent rashes. Meal Times: He should have three balanced meals a day, with snacks in between. Ensure that he eats everything on his plate, as I’ve noticed he can be a bit stubborn about food at times. Diaper Checks: Jacob should be checked at regular intervals, especially before and after meals since that's when he tends to mess his diapers, and just before bedtime. New Routine - Nightly Bedtime Spankings: To reinforce discipline and good behavior, Jacob should receive a light spanking each night before bed. This will serve as a reminder to behave and follow the rules. If he's been a good boy, these spankings can be delivered over his diaper. Just be sure to remind him why he is being disciplined. If he's been particularly naughty in the day, please be sure to administer his bedtime spanking to his bare bottom so he knows he didn't meet your expectations that day. Bedtime: Jacob’s bedtime is to remain strictly at 8:30 p.m. each night. He should be bathed, diapered, spanked, dressed in his pajamas, and put to bed promptly. Punishment: If Jacob misbehaves or refuses to follow instructions, additional spankings should be administered, followed by time in the corner to reflect on his behavior. Please be sure to deliver any punishment spankings on Jacob's bare bottom. Please follow these instructions carefully. I’m confident this structure will help Jacob continue to make progress during his time at home. Best regards, Mrs. Williams --- Jacob’s eyes widened as he reached the part about nightly spankings. His heart sank, and he looked up at Mrs. Williams in disbelief. “Nightly bedtime spankings?” he asked, his voice shaking slightly. “Why… why do I need that?” Mrs. Williams gave him a patient smile, as she had anticipated the question. “Jacob, you’ve made progress here, but there are still times when you struggle with your behavior. Your nightly spanking is simply a reminder of the rules you need to follow. It’s not meant to be harsh, but it will help you stay disciplined.” Jacob frowned, still processing the idea. “But… every night?” “Yes, every night,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. “It’s important that you maintain structure, even while you’re at home with your parents. The spankings will help reinforce that structure and ensure that you remember to behave, even when I’m not there to watch over you.” Jacob swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in his stomach. He could already picture the awkward conversations with his parents and the embarrassment of having to submit to yet another form of punishment. But he knew better than to argue with Mrs. Williams at this point. Seeing his hesitation, Mrs. Williams placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “It’s for your own good, Jacob. You’ll see that in time. Now, let’s get you ready to go home. Your parents will be here soon.” Jacob nodded, his mind still swirling with thoughts of the new routine awaiting him over break. As Mrs. Williams zipped up his suitcase, he tried to push the anxiety aside, knowing there was little he could do but accept what was coming. The End

@cathdiap no I don't miss having to try for incontinence at all, it is really frustrating. The only thing still on my mind is the bowel incontinence surgery. I really want to learn more about it. Because I need to really think hard about it. But I don't miss it at all. I think it is more the second thing, morning the loss of sphincters. But not like normal morning. I am glad they are gone. I am just surprised I guess. And I didn't expect to be at this point. And it for the first time is feeling very permanent to me. Honestly I don't think I had any idea about what incontinence would be like. I don't think I ever expected to be incontinent. I have always tried to become incontinent and nothing has ever worked. Even as a few months ago I did not think that this surgery worked at all. I am only starting to see that I might be severely incontinent and I didn't realize that once it passed a little time it is a lot more stable, always the same everyday, and it is actually very severe. My doctor seemed shocked that I go through three or four diapers everyday including overnight. And I saw how he described significant incontinence and permanent damage in my charts. I think I am really happy about this and I didn't even realize that I actually never believed this would happen. Because I obviously worked for it and hoped it would happen. But I never truly thought that it would work out. I am really glad about it. I just think it was my subconscious that was surprised. It seems very strange to be surprised. But here I am. A big part of me still assumes that in a few weeks I will probably stop wearing diapers. Because I always think that I could probably control it. But things have happened like having an entire wet diaper when I did not believe I had peed at all. And thought I needed to pee but there was nothing in my bladder to pee and it was all in my diaper. It might be real incontinence forever. I've never really had something happen that is forever. I am happy but it feels like a big thing. But I am happy

I 100% agree. I'm not fully there yet - I'm still a bit self-conscious under certain circumstances about the idea that people will just know that I'm wearing a diaper, like they know (or strongly suspect) that I'm wearing socks. It's a gradual process, and certainly, being true to oneself does not require that one wear a t-shirt that says "Diapered 24/7" - most people you have casual relationships will think and know nothing of your underpants, regardless of their description, and that is just as well. You know nothing of theirs, and probably want it that way, too. But for the people whom you allocate a lot of time to, and you want to be real with, it is liberating being able to "end task" on the security software that's running in the back of your head, most of the time, about whether your diaper might be detectable, and just "be". I've been lucky so far in that all those that have come inside the circle of trust for whatever reasons, seem not to have changed the way they interact with me. I'm still on their friends lists, we still make plans with the same frequency we did in the before-times.

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I might be an outlier here, but I told my all of my close family and most of my friends. Granted, nearly all of my friends are ABDL and this came as no surprise to them. I am lucky that my immediate family didn't judge me. I think they just saw it as another aspect of "me," which tells you I've done crazy shit before, lol. But oh well. I've personally not experienced negative reactions from those closest to me, but at the same time I don't make it an active center of my life for them, even though it is with me in my inner and daily life. I've also learned, in time, that most people just don't want to know -- or better yet, even care. As far as telling them, that's always a personal decision you have to make. I would just approach the topic with a fair amount of normalcy as opposed to desperation, if that makes sense. If you are perceived as having a notion of control over the situation, I find it's easier for others to deal with because on average, most people just don't know how to handle this sort of revelation. That's important to keep in mind, I think. YMMV. This really is the toughest battle we face everywhere, isn't it? Lol. Can confirm. Truth. This is great advice for any newcomer into this forum. Expect it when going 24/7, and doubly expect it when untraining. Getting over this fear can be difficult, but accepting it is liberating.

I'm sorry Dave.... I'm afraid I can't do that.

Yeah definitely, especially because I love the chat cuz I love chatting with both you and the rest of my friends Robbie. You're my best friend!😊

Chapter 30: When Mrs. Turner and the boys returned home, her stern demeanor made it clear that trouble was looming. The door closed behind them with a heavy thud, and she wasted no time. "Both of you, to the living room. Now." Mrs. Turner's voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. Jacob and Charlie exchanged nervous glances but shuffled into the living room as instructed. "Take off your shoes and overalls," Mrs. Turner said. "We’re going to have a little discussion about your behavior before I punish you." Jacob hesitated, feeling a pit form in his stomach, but Charlie had already started unbuttoning his overalls, so Jacob followed suit. Within moments, both boys were standing in nothing but their t-shirts and thick diapers, the crinkling padding a constant reminder of how little control they had over the situation. Mrs. Turner paced in front of them, her arms crossed. “You both know better than to disobey me. Hiding at the park, making me worry—what if something had happened to you?” Neither of the boys responded, both staring at the floor as their cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “And Jacob,” Mrs. Turner continued, her gaze landing on him, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me when you needed a diaper change. You know better than to hide a poopy diaper. Now look at the mess you made.” Jacob’s face burned, the humiliation intensifying as Mrs. Turner scolded him like a toddler. “I told you that there would be consequences for misbehaving,” she said, her voice firm but calm. “Now, both of you will go over my lap to receive those consequences on your bottom. Which of you wants to go first?” Jacob’s heart pounded in his chest as Mrs. Turner took a seat on the couch. Charlie was the first to step forward, resigned to his fate. He lowered himself across Mrs. Turner’s lap without protest, his diaper crinkling beneath him. Mrs. Turner pulled back the waistband of Charlie’s diaper just enough to expose his bottom, and with a swift motion, she brought her hand down in a firm smack. The sound of the spanking echoed through the room, and Jacob winced as he watched Charlie grimace in discomfort. Mrs. Turner continued the spanking, methodical and unrelenting. Each swat was followed by a brief pause, just long enough for the boy to know the next one was coming. Charlie squirmed but didn’t make a sound, clearly used to being over his caretaker's knee. After what felt like an eternity, Mrs. Turner stopped and gently pulled Charlie’s diaper back up. “Go stand in the corner, Charlie,” she instructed, and Charlie obediently shuffled over to the nearest corner, his face red. Jacob swallowed hard as Mrs. Turner turned her attention to him. “Your turn, Jacob.” He stepped forward, feeling every muscle in his body tense as he laid himself across her lap. His diaper crinkled loudly beneath him, and he could already feel the impending sting of the punishment. Without hesitation, Mrs. Turner pulled back his diaper, and before Jacob could even brace himself, the first swat landed firmly on his bare bottom. He gasped at the sharp sting, his legs twitching involuntarily. Smack. Smack. Smack. Each swat was harder than the last, and despite his best efforts to stay silent, Jacob couldn’t help but let out a small whimper of pain. Mrs. Turner didn’t stop until she was sure he had learned his lesson. Finally, she pulled his diaper back into place and stood him up. “Now, you too. Go stand in the other corner.” Jacob sniffled, rubbing his sore bottom through his diaper as he shuffled to the opposite corner from Charlie. The shame of standing there with his nose pressed against the wall, diapered and freshly punished, was overwhelming. Mrs. Turner’s voice broke the silence. “You will both stay in your corners until I say otherwise. And the next time you even think about misbehaving, you’d better remember this.” The minutes dragged on as Jacob stood there, feeling the burn of the spanking and the weight of his thick diaper pressing against him. He wanted to cry, but more than anything, he just wanted this punishment to be over. Eventually, Mrs. Turner spoke again. “Come here, boys.” Jacob and Charlie turned and walked over to her, their heads hung low. “Now,” she said, looking at both of them sternly, “do you have anything to say for yourselves?” “I’m sorry, Mrs. Turner,” Charlie muttered quietly. Jacob nodded, echoing the apology, though his throat felt tight with humiliation. “I’m sorry too.” "Anything else?" she asked, eying Charlie who seemed to know what she was after. "Thank you for spanking me Mrs. Turner," Charlie said, his eyes on the floor. Mrs. Turner turned to Jacob, clearly expecting a similar thank you. "Thank you for spanking me, ma'am," Jacob muttered. Mrs. Turner nodded, satisfied with their responses. “Good. Now, I don’t want to hear any more nonsense from either of you. You’ll have a quiet afternoon inside, and if you behave, we’ll put all of this behind us. Understood?” “Yes, Mrs. Turner,” they both mumbled in unison. “Good,” she said, standing up. “Now, let’s get you both changed into fresh diapers, and we’ll put this incident behind us.” As Mrs. Turner led them back to the changing area, Jacob couldn’t shake the feeling of dread. The punishment had been bad enough, but the constant reminders of his new life—of diapers, discipline, and all the humiliating rules that came with it—made him wonder just how much more he could take. Chapter 31: When Mrs. Williams returned from her trip, the tension in the house was palpable. Jacob had spent the last few days at Mrs. Turner’s, under her strict watch, and the experience had been anything but pleasant. As soon as the door opened and Mrs. Williams stepped inside, Jacob’s stomach tightened with dread. “Welcome back, Mrs. Williams,” Mrs. Turner greeted her with a polite smile. “I trust your trip went well.” Mrs. Williams set her bag down and immediately turned her attention to Jacob, who was nervously standing by the couch, still dressed in the childish overalls Mrs. Turner had put him in that morning. “It went fine, thank you, Mrs. Turner,” she said, her sharp eyes narrowing on Jacob. “Now, tell me—how did he behave while I was gone?” Mrs. Turner sighed, glancing over at Jacob with a disapproving look. “I’m afraid he had a few incidents of naughtiness, Mrs. Williams. We had to deal with some disobedience, and he and Charlie thought it would be funny to hide from me at the park.” Jacob cringed as the memories of the previous day’s mischief flooded back. His bottom still tingled from the punishment Mrs. Turner had given him, and he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he stood there, his eyes glued to the floor. Mrs. Williams’s face hardened, and she gave Jacob a long, disappointed look. “Is that so?” she said coldly. “I leave you for just a few days, and this is how you behave, Jacob? I’m very disappointed in you.” Jacob felt a lump form in his throat. “I’m sorry,” he muttered quietly, barely able to look up at her. “I’m sure you are,” Mrs. Williams said, her tone sharp. “But sorry isn’t enough, is it, Jacob? You knew the rules, and you deliberately disobeyed them. Mrs. Turner was kind enough to look after you, and you repaid her with bad behavior.” Jacob could feel the weight of her words pressing down on him. He knew what was coming next. “Mrs. Turner,” Mrs. Williams continued, turning back to her friend, “did you punish him appropriately for his disobedience?” Mrs. Turner nodded, her expression serious. “Yes, I did. I gave him a spanking and put him in the corner afterward to think about his actions. I believe it got the message across, but I’ll let you be the judge of that.” Jacob squirmed uncomfortably at the mention of the spanking. His face turned bright red, and he bit his lip, hoping the conversation would end soon. Mrs. Williams crossed her arms, her eyes never leaving Jacob. “Good,” she said, her voice icy. “But I think Jacob needs to understand the importance of showing gratitude when someone cares enough to correct his behavior.” She stepped forward, her gaze intense. “Jacob, I want you to thank Mrs. Turner for spanking you.” Jacob’s heart sank. His humiliation deepened, and he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He opened his mouth to tell her he had done that immediately afterwards, but the stern look on Mrs. Williams’s face stopped him in his tracks. “Go on,” Mrs. Williams urged. “Thank her properly. Right now.” Jacob swallowed hard, his eyes darting between Mrs. Williams and Mrs. Turner. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, and he felt tears prick the corners of his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to speak. “Th-thank you, Mrs. Turner,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you for… for spanking me.” Mrs. Turner gave him a curt nod, clearly satisfied with his forced gratitude, though her expression remained stern. “You’re welcome, Jacob. I hope you’ll think twice before misbehaving again.” Mrs. Williams gave a small, approving nod. “That’s better. You’ll remember this lesson, won’t you, Jacob?” Jacob nodded, his face burning with shame. “Yes, Mrs. Williams,” he mumbled, his voice thick with emotion. “Good,” she said, her tone softening just a little. “Now, I expect you to behave from now on. Mrs. Turner went out of her way to look after you, and I won’t tolerate any more naughtiness. Do you understand?” “Yes, Mrs. Williams,” Jacob whispered. Mrs. Williams looked to Mrs. Turner again. “Thank you for keeping him in line, Mrs. Turner. I’ll make sure Jacob behaves from now on.” With that, Mrs. Williams gathered Jacob's things, took his hand and left the house. As the door closed behind her, Jacob let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. But Mrs. Williams wasn’t done yet. “Jacob,” she said, her voice firm, “I think we need to reinforce today’s lesson when we get home.” Jacob’s heart sank as he walked with her to the car, knowing that the punishment was far from over. Chapter 32: After a quick drive, they were back at Mrs. William's house. She sat down on the chair in the living room and beckoned him over. Jacob’s heart raced as he approached Mrs. Williams, her stern demeanor making him feel small and anxious. He stood before her, his hands nervously fidgeting at his sides, the weight of the impending punishment hanging over him. “Jacob,” Mrs. Williams said, her voice steady, “you’ve shown a pattern of naughty behavior that simply can’t be ignored. I’m going to have to reinforce the lesson Mrs. Turner taught you with a good, firm spanking. You need to understand that actions have consequences.” Jacob’s face flushed with embarrassment. “But—” he began, but Mrs. Williams held up her hand to silence him. “No ‘buts,’ Jacob. You made poor choices while I was gone, and now you’ll have to face the consequences. Now over my knee.” With a heavy heart, Jacob climbed over Mrs. William's lap, his thick diaper crinkling beneath him. The realization that he was about to receive another spanking sent a wave of dread through him. Mrs. Williams gently lifted the back of his diaper, exposing his bare bottom once again. “You’ve been a naughty boy, Jacob,” she said, her tone firm. “And this spanking will remind you to behave properly. I want you to count each swat out loud.” Jacob nodded, swallowing hard. He felt utterly humiliated, his cheeks burning with shame as he braced himself. He heard the swish of Mrs. Williams’s hand before it connected with his bum, the sting of the first smack echoing through the room. “One!” Jacob gasped, the sudden pain catching him off guard. Another swat came down, landing on the same spot. “Two!” he cried out, his eyes watering. Mrs. Williams continued, delivering swift and steady smacks to his sensitive bum. Each spank was hard enough to leave a mark, but not so hard that he couldn’t bear it. Still, he felt the heat rise in his cheeks with each count. “Three! Four! Five!” Jacob counted, his voice shaking as the spanking progressed. He felt tears prick at his eyes, mixing humiliation with pain. Mrs. Williams paused for a moment, allowing him to catch his breath. “Are you learning your lesson, Jacob?” she asked, her tone unwavering. “Yes, Mrs. Williams,” he sniffled, unable to hold back the tears any longer. “Good. Because there are no more chances for misbehavior,” she said firmly, her hand returning to his bum. “Let’s continue.” The spanking resumed, each swat landing precisely where the last one had. “Six! Seven! Eight!” Jacob called out, his resolve weakening. The sting was turning into a throb, and he could feel his bum getting hotter with each smack. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mrs. Williams delivered the last spanks. “Nine! Ten!” Jacob exclaimed, his voice cracking. He lay there for a moment, his face pressed against the couch, overwhelmed by the mixture of emotions surging through him. “Now,” Mrs. Williams said, gently pulling his diaper back into place, “I want you to thank me for this spanking just like you thanked Mrs. Turner. You need to learn that it was for your own good.” Jacob hesitated, the embarrassment washing over him again. But he knew he had to obey. “Thank you for spanking me, Mrs. Williams,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Mrs. Williams smiled slightly, her expression softening. “You’re welcome, Jacob. I hope you’ll think carefully about your actions moving forward.” She helped him sit up, and he rubbed his sore bum through the thick padding of his diaper. “Now, let’s talk about your behavior,” she continued, her voice firm again. “You will be grounded for the rest of the week. No television, no outings with friends, and you will be in your room by eight o’clock every night. Is that understood?” Jacob nodded, feeling the weight of her words. “Yes, Mrs. Williams.” “Good. Now go to your room and think about how you can improve. I expect you to be on your best behavior from now on.” Jacob shuffled away, the sting in his bum serving as a constant reminder of the lesson he had just learned. As he entered his room, he couldn’t help but reflect on the punishments he had faced since moving in with Mrs. Williams. Each spanking had been a reminder of his missteps, but he hoped that, with time, he could earn her trust back. He lay on his bed, the crinkling of his diaper filling the silence, and resolved to do better. After all, he couldn’t bear the thought of another spanking or the shame that came with it.

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Commissioned by: diaperboy187 --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 35 stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- Sam was pleased that after the struggle to catch up when she started elementary school she was having less trouble with her morning classes. It was still stuff she was having to re-learn on the fly but it felt more manageable. Going from not being able to read to learning simple words was a bigger leap than what she had to do in middle school. Being able to read most of the textbooks she was given helped tremendously. Unfortunately, despite the work being a little easier to get a grasp of, Sam had no shortage of worries to occupy her mind. The kids at elementary school were pretty clueless but she quickly noticed that it would be harder to hide her big secret from these older kids. She was more distracted with trying to hide her diapers than ever before. That meant being extra careful when opening her bag and constantly pulling at her clothes to try to better hide her padding. It wasn’t just diapers though. Becky had been very friendly but that seemed to be more the exception than the norm. Sam found a lot of the other students staring at her or making the snide comments she was used to. It was clear she wasn’t going to magically have a better time just because she had found a friend. The memories of what happened with the friends she had thought she made in elementary school were still very fresh in her mind, it was enough to keep her wary of everyone she passed. Sam made it through to the morning break without any major humiliations. The work was tough but she felt like she was just about managing to keep up even if it felt like she was struggling more than most of her classmates. Her diaper was soaked though and there was no way she was going to make it through to lunch. She was just on her way to the nearest bathroom when Becky suddenly stepped out in front of her. “Hello.” Becky said with a smile. “H-Hi.” Sam replied. The bathroom was just over Becky’s shoulder. Sam looked around her potential new friend at the door as if it was the Promised Land. “How’s your first morning been? Mr. Ding is such a drag, huh?” Becky giggled. “Ha! Yeah…” Sam replied distractedly. As much as she appreciated Becky trying to befriend her, she really wanted to sort her diaper out, “Erm, I just need to go to the potty.” “The potty?” Becky frowned. Sam froze. She’d let that slip. She had spent so much time talking like a baby it was sometimes hard to remember to stop. She thought for a second she’d blown any chance of being seen as a normal young teenager with Becky before her new friend started to laugh in a friendly way. Sam joined in to try and make it seem like it was somehow deliberate. Sam walked past Becky towards the girl’s room and pushed through the door. She was grateful that it was empty in there. She was just moving over to one of the stalls when she heard the door open again. “I’m sure you’ll get used to this place soon.” Becky continued seemingly oblivious to Sam’s desire to be left alone, “You go do your thing, I’ll wait here then I’ll introduce you to the rest of my friends.” Sam pushed into her stall furthest from the door and felt lost. She really wanted Becky to wait outside but she wasn’t sure how to suggest it without being rude or coming off badly. She locked the door and pulled down her pants to look at the diaper underneath. There was no way it would last till lunch, it would have to be changed then whether Becky was nearby or not. “I think you’ll love Chloe.” Becky started saying, “She’s the best and so funny! Then there’s…” As Becky continued Sam’s fingers found the edge of the diaper’s tapes. She started to slowly pull at them but immediately stopped as she heard the adhesive come away from the plastic padding very loudly. She cringed as Becky stopped talking for a moment before carrying on again. Sam had practiced changing her own diapers at home under the watchful eye of Issy, but she hadn’t thought how much harder it would be in a public setting. “Last month at our slumber party my mom made us all cookies and…” Becky continued to excitedly talk completely oblivious to Sam’s problem. It was actually a bit of a blessing, it meant she didn’t notice anything wrong. Sam was saved when some more girls entered the bathroom and went into the other stalls. She waited until one of them flushed and as that sound filled the room she quickly ripped all the tapes off as fast as possible. The diaper dropped heavily between her legs and, although she tried to stop it, the padding thumped against the floor heavily. Sam held breath as she winced as if the noise caused her physical harm. “Everything alright in there?” Becky asked. No doubt she had heard the noise of the wet padding hitting the ground. Sam had quickly picked the diaper up and folded it closed. She got a strong whiff of her own urine and turned her face away as she placed the diaper on top of the toilet and reached into her backpack for her baby wipes. “Uh huh.” Sam grunted. This was a lot more work in the confined space of the stall than it was on her bed at home. Sam wiped herself as best she could. It was difficult but she knew she had to do a good job because if she got a rash or something Isabelle would make her go to the nurse for changes again, something she really wanted to avoid if possible. She placed the balled up diaper and wipes on top of the toilet. She got a new diaper out of her bag and opened it up. She used her butt to pin the back of the diaper against the wall and pulled the front up between her legs. Every crinkle made Sam wince but she hadn’t heard Becky say anything about it. To Sam it sounded like the loudest noise ever. With the new diaper taped on adequately Sam breathed a sigh of relief. She pulled up her pants to cover herself up and slung her bag back on to her back. She reached behind her and pressed the button to flush the toilet, she hadn’t needed to but at least give the appearance she had used it. Becky was still there and Sam studied her to see if she was giving off any hints that she knew something was wrong. Sam went over to the sinks and thankfully one was a little lower than the others and she could just about reach up to use it properly. After that she left the room with Becky right behind her. “Come with me.” Becky said. Sam was still feeling elated from her successful change and she happily followed her new friend out on to the playground and over to a bench on the far side. There were two more girls sitting there and they were looking at Becky with recognition, Sam came to a stop next to them. Out there with all the students standing and sitting around she could see that she was very likely the shortest person at the school and it wasn’t even close. “Sam, this is Chloe and Caitlyn.” Becky said, “My two best friends.” “Hi.” Sam said with a shy little wave. The other girls said hello back. Chloe was a little taller than Becky and wore a pair of half-rimmed glasses on top of a small nose on a freckled face. Caitlyn was about Becky’s height with long straight hair reaching halfway down her back. They seemed nice. “So where did you transfer from?” Becky asked Sam once they were all sat down. “Erm, we came from another state.” Sam answered. “Where?” Chloe asked. “One down south…” Sam lied. She hadn’t thought about this but she had no cover story. “You don’t have an accent.” Caitlyn said. Sam could only smile in response and hope it deflected the question. The twenty-two year-old felt like she was in an interrogation and the people on the other side were three young cops looking for holes in a story she hadn’t prepared. Most of the break went on in a similar fashion. The girls wanted to know more about Sam who was trying to be as evasive as possible. In the end she was saved by the bell bringing everyone back inside for their afternoon lessons. The time until lunch went the same way as the morning. The good news was that she seemed to share a lot of classes with her new friends so she always had somewhere to sit and occasionally, when she needed help, she would try to surreptitiously look to the side to copy their work. Her cognitive skills were still coming back to her, she didn’t think getting a little help was too bad. At lunch she had been able to shake Becky and the others before going into the bathroom for another change. It was only in the afternoon lessons that Sam heard something from the row behind her that made her freeze. It was English class and she was feeling quite pleased that she could read a lot of the words in the book the class were working on when she heard a couple of girls whispering. “Did you hear what Susie found in the bathroom?” One whispered. “No, what?” The other replied equally quietly. “A diaper!” The first girl said. There was laughter in her voice. “Ew, that’s so gross.” The second girl whispered Sam Thought back to her lunchtime change but it had all gone to plan. She had changed her diaper, shoved the used one into a plastic bag and then when it was all clear she had dropped it in the trash. There hadn’t been a problem so surely they couldn’t be talking about her. That was when Sam thought back to her first change and she felt her stomach drop. That morning she had changed her diaper but been so distracted that she had left the used diaper on top of the toilet. She had forgotten to throw it away! “The weirdest part was that it was a baby diaper…” The first girl whispered. “Aren’t all diapers for babies?” The second girl asked. “Well, yeah, or old people…” The first girl snorted with laughter, “But I meant it was baby size.” “Huh. Weird.” The second girl said, “No one brings a baby to school, do they?” “No, it must have been a student.” The first girl said, “But who-…” “Girls! Is there something you would like to share with the rest of the class?” The teacher suddenly said causing the two girls to quickly stop talking. “No, sir.” The girls chorused. “Then, Jane, you can read the next chapter.” The teacher replied. Sam was barely paying attention. But for the intervention of the teacher it sounded like the two girls had been on the verge of working out who had left a diaper behind. Sam was the only person in the whole school who could possibly fit into such a disposable. She needed to be more careful. Everyone finding out about her diapers in elementary school had been awful, she couldn’t allow it to happen again. Thankfully the conversation wasn’t brought up again and despite everything Sam didn’t notice anyone else talking about it or anyone looking at her more strangely than usual. Isabelle came to pick her up and Sam could actually say that despite the scare she’d actually had a good first day. The first day was the pattern for the whole week. Sam spent her free time with Becky, Chloe and Caitlyn who turned out to be good friends. The classes were easier than she had expected and, for once, everything seemed to be going to plan. With her improved mood Sam felt like she was making more progress than ever before in getting back to the woman in her early twenties she should always have been. When Friday rolled around Sam, along with everyone else, was looking forward to the weekend. The day dragged but her friends were excited. Once a month or so they got together at one of their houses for a slumber party. They had spent the whole day talking about all the fun they were going to have. Sam had been invited and whilst she had accepted she planned on telling Isabelle about it and making it so her “mom” wouldn’t let her. That way she could keep her secrets safe whilst not being weird to her friends. Sam made it clear that Isabelle was strict and might not let her go so as to be ready to let the girls down gently. When the final bell rang Sam joined everyone else in happily leaving the school. For many people it was getting on the yellow school busses but for Sam it was going to Isabelle who was waiting in the usual place. Sam made a break away from the others to get to Isabelle so she could explain the situation before the others made it a lot harder. However, when Sam saw Isabelle she saw three other moms talking to her. She slowed her run to a walk as she approached. She recognized at least two of the other moms, they were the parents of Chloe and Caitlyn. She could assume the third was Becky’s. “Issy…” Sam said as she reached them, “Can I spe-…” “Can Sam come to our slumber party!?” Becky had caught up faster than Sam had planned and she was quick to practically shout the question. “Becky, don’t shout.” The person Sam assumed to be Becky’s mom said with a chuckle and a shake of the head, “We were just talking to Sam’s mom about it.” “It sounds like a good time.” Isabelle said as she looked down at Sam, “What do you think?” Sam felt like she was trapped between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand she didn’t want to disappoint her new friends, things had been going so well and she didn’t want to ruin it by turning her nose up at what would surely be a fun little get together. On the other hand she had secrets to hide. She couldn’t let people find out she was actually an adult and all the awkward questions that would follow and she definitely couldn’t let her crinkly secret get discovered. “It’ll be SO fun!” Becky was practically bouncing up and down, “We’ll play games, watch movies and mom will order us a pizza!” “Oh will I?” Becky’s mom said with a laugh. It was playful, it was clear she wasn’t going to disappoint her excited daughter. “Come on, Sam!” Becky was practically bouncing with anticipation, “It’ll be the best sleepover ever!” “I… I guess…” Sam said slowly. “Yay!” Becky actually gave Sam a quick hug. “Great, did you want to drop Sam off around six?” Becky’s mom said to Isabelle. “Sure.” Isabelle replied. “Well, we’ll see you later then, Sam.” Becky’s mom gave her daughter’s new friend a smile. Just like that everything had been arranged. Sam looked around as if she had been caught in a whirlwind and had lost her orientation. With an exchange of waves and goodbyes everyone separated leaving Sam to walk alongside Isabelle. As soon as they were far enough away from the school and anyone else Sam stepped in front of Isabelle and stopped. She looked up at her caretaker with as big of a frown as she could muster. “I can’t go to the sleepover!” Sam exclaimed. “Why not?” Isabelle asked. “You know why not!” Sam stamped a foot on the floor. “They are your friends.” Isabelle said, “They aren’t going to care or treat you differently.” Sam begged to differ. Everyone who found out about her diapers treated her differently afterwards. Isabelle seemed to have some idealistic view of kids but it differed with Sam’s experiences on the front lines. In elementary school she had been shunned by everyone once her diapers became public knowledge and whilst the kids in middle school were a little more mature they were still children. All of them wanting to stand out and be cool, none of them wanting to associate with someone as embarrassing as a baby. “They WILL care.” Sam said as her shoulders slumped. “Then they aren’t real friends.” Isabelle said, “Socializing is just as important when growing up as everything that happens at school. This will be good for you.” Sam could see there was no arguing with Isabelle and walked along beside her. As they neared home Sam felt the need to pee, there was no chance she was making it to the bathroom and didn’t try to hold back as she flooded her diaper. It did make her think about something else. “What if I need a change?” Sam asked, “I can change myself but I don’t know how I’d stop the others from seeing or hearing me do it…” “I’ll tell Becky’s mom and she can change you.” Isabelle replied easily, “It’s probably for the best anyway, you’ve been taping them up too loose. Your diapers are practically begging for a leak half the time.” Sam scowled but had to admit things did feel different when she changed herself. There always seemed like a bigger gap at the legs and whilst that was OK at school when she wouldn’t have accidents in awkward positions it was different if she was lying down or something. The thought of having a leak when with her friends scared her. --- You can read the next part of this story RIGHT NOW over on SubscribeStar and Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lwt7udqa47/chapter/5d59bbb3-9323-4cdd-b84a-426b34803506 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1524891

Chapter 29: The next morning, Jacob and Charlie were woken up by Mrs. Turner’s firm voice. “Rise and shine, boys. We’re going out for a walk to get breakfast.” Jacob groaned and shifted under his blankets, feeling the thick diaper between his legs crinkle with every move. After last night’s punishment, he was in no mood to push boundaries again, but something about being around Charlie made him feel a little braver—or maybe just a little more reckless. Mrs. Turner helped both boys out of bed and changed them into fresh diapers, then dressed them in matching outfits: bright-colored overalls and simple t-shirts that barely concealed the bulge of their diapers underneath. Jacob winced as she buttoned up his overalls, feeling even more childish than usual. Once they were dressed and ready, she grabbed their diaper bags and ushered them out the door. The morning air was crisp as they walked down the sidewalk, Mrs. Turner holding each boy’s hand firmly in hers. They headed to a nearby café for breakfast, where the smell of pancakes and syrup filled the air. Mrs. Turner ordered for all of them, giving the boys juice in sippy cups, much to Jacob’s embarrassment. But the real trouble began after breakfast, as they made their way to the park. As they walked, Jacob felt a familiar, uncomfortable pressure building in his stomach. He tried to ignore it, but it soon became too much to bear. He stopped in his tracks, hoping that no one was paying attention, and before he could even process what was happening, his body gave in, and he filled his diaper with a soft squish. Jacob’s face turned beet red as he felt the warm mess spread inside his diaper, the thick padding making it all the more noticeable. Charlie noticed immediately and gave Jacob a sympathetic look while Mrs. Turner was distracted by a passing car. “Don’t worry,” he whispered. “Happens to me all the time.” Jacob tried to ignore the discomfort and the shame, but with every step, his full diaper squished against him. He dreaded the moment Mrs. Turner would inevitably check him. When they arrived at the park, Mrs. Turner settled on a bench near the playground. “Go on and play,” she said, sitting down and opening a book. “Stay where I can see you.” Jacob and Charlie exchanged glances. Despite the events of the previous night, they were both feeling mischievous again. The park was filled with hiding spots—trees, bushes, and playground equipment—and an idea started forming in Charlie’s head. “Let’s hide,” he whispered to Jacob, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Jacob hesitated, glancing back at Mrs. Turner. “Are you crazy? After what happened last night?” Charlie grinned. “Come on. Just for a little bit. She won’t notice, and it’ll be fun.” Despite his better judgment, Jacob found himself nodding. They ran off toward the trees, darting behind a large bush and crouching down to hide. Jacob could feel his heart racing, both from the excitement of the game and the discomfort of his messy diaper. They waited in silence, watching Mrs. Turner from their hiding spot. At first, it seemed like she hadn’t noticed their absence, but after a few minutes, she looked up from her book and scanned the playground. “Jacob? Charlie?” Her voice carried across the park, growing more impatient by the second. “Where are you boys?” Charlie stifled a giggle, but Jacob felt a pit form in his stomach. Mrs. Turner stood up, her eyes narrowing as she began searching for them. It wasn’t long before she found their hiding spot. “There you are!” Her voice was sharp with anger. “Get out here right now!” The boys scrambled out from behind the bush, their fun evaporating the moment they saw the look on Mrs. Turner’s face. She marched over to them, her hands on her hips, and grabbed each of them by the arm and delivering two swats to each of their thickly padded bottoms. “I told you to stay where I could see you,” she scolded, pulling them back toward the bench. “You’ve both been very naughty.” Jacob’s face burned with shame, and the mess in his diaper suddenly felt much worse. He squirmed uncomfortably as Mrs. Turner turned to him first. “And I can smell that someone needs a change,” she said, her voice disapproving. “Come along, Jacob,” she said as she patted his bottom to confirm her suspicions. Jacob didn’t even try to argue as Mrs. Turner led him to a more private spot in the park, pulling out his changing mat and supplies from his diaper bag. Charlie stood nearby, shifting awkwardly on his feet, knowing that they'd be punished when she was done changing Jacob's diaper. Mrs. Turner laid Jacob down and quickly undid the crotch snaps of his overalls, exposing his diaper. The cold air hit his skin, making him squirm even more. She untaped his diaper and lifted his legs up, her nose wrinkling at the mess inside. “Really, Jacob,” she sighed. “You could have told me sooner.” Jacob’s face burned with embarrassment, but he said nothing as she wiped his bottom clean and fastened a fresh diaper around him. Once he was all changed, she stood up and gave both boys a stern look. “I think we’ll be heading home early today,” she said. “And when we get back, you’ll both be going straight to your rooms for a time-out before I give you the spankings you have coming to you. No more misbehaving, understood?” Jacob and Charlie nodded, their earlier excitement long gone. As they walked back to Mrs. Turner’s house, Jacob couldn’t help but feel a mix of relief and dread. He was glad the hiding game was over, but the thought of the punishments that await them later left him feeling more anxious than ever.

This is definitely one of the complications of putting yourself back in diapers that you have to give some consideration to. As @sparksaid, it's not something you really talk about. Before I went 24/7, I didn't talk a lot about my underwear, either, and neither did my friends and family. But, here's the thing - when you wear diapers all the time, everywhere, no matter how careful and discreet you are, the odds of someone noticing something are ever increasing. This is something that I've discovered and had to adjust to, over the course of the last 5.5 years, which is how long I've been 24/7. You wear diapers everywhere. You carry diapers everywhere you go. You store and dispose of them. Unless you live like a hermit, you're going to eventually find yourself in situations that do not occur on home turf: vacations, weddings, funerals, business trips. For me, the breaching of this very personal reality, by necessity, began with my wife - obviously, if I was going to wear diapers and store them and have them delivered to the house, she had to know about it. I tried for a short while to keep it a secret, but it was very impractical, and I knew she was going to eventually become aware of it, so it became a question of if I wanted that to happen on my terms, or if I wanted to leave it to fate, and landmine I would step on at an undetermined time and place. So, I took the plunge. Then, there's the people I live with - my immediate family. I have two kids, both in their teens, one now away at school. I had no intention of telling them, but it is very hard to keep these things under wraps when you have boxes of diapers in the basement, and bags of them going out with the trash. My undoing came when my wife decided it was time for my younger daughter to take on more responsibilities, so she ordered her to go empty all the garbage cans. I have a dedicated diaper can in my closet, but I had left one in the garbage in our ensuite bathroom, because I was planning on emptying all the garbage cans anyway, it being garbage day the next day. However, my wife beat me to the punch. My daughter thought it belonged to my wife, which was hilarious, but my wife didn't think it was funny. So, there we were - within about 5 seconds of one kid finding out, the other knew. Once they knew "something", it was very easy for them to put two and two together. Wardrobe failures in unforeseen circumstances over the course of the next 5 years ended up bringing a couple of good friends of mine into the know; one guy had the plumbing around a water softener explode, which left me unexpectedly squatting and bending in a corner in his basement, while he stood behind and over me, and held a flashlight, and his wife hovered nearby as well. I realized, once the situation was resolved, that my diaper had been visible at my lower back. THEN, another good friend had an emergency involving a broken garage door that had come down on top of a boat on a trailer - it was a comedy of errors, but in the end, the result was the same - I was called in as a mechanical paramedic, with no notice, and ended up laying on his floor trying to get a return spring cable onto a post in many awkward positions.. and I felt cold concrete at my lower back while my hands were well and truly occupied - I was trying not to lose a finger - and I knew an inch or two of my diaper had joined the party. The third very close friend that knows about it, I had to tell - I was staying at his place for a week and their HOA has very strict garbage rules, and he had been fined a few times because his kids and his contractors (he was undertaking renovations) had thrown things into the wrong waste stream, so he was conducting thorough inspections of all outgoing detritus... and I needed to dispose of diapers. I didn't have a car with me, and his house is in the middle of a suburban sea of houses - there was nowhere that I could have walked to, on a daily basis, with a backpack full of diapers, to dispose of them. That said, I've been on vacations with friends where we shared hotel rooms or condos, and I managed to get through it without, as far as I know, tipping anyone off to the fact that my midsection was wrapped in plastic the entire time. But it takes careful thought, and planning, and, in my opinion, you have to accept the fact that eventually, people are going to become aware - you need to be able to live with that, if you plan to live out the remainder of your days wearing diapers.

Congrats, @Babyhawkeye - four years is a major accomplishment. You are well past the experimental stage - this is your life now. I'm in a similar place to you with respect to wetting - I am definitely not incontinent, I have to initiate events, at least while I am awake, but I don't remember doing it sometimes, because I'm doing it like every 20 - 45 minutes. I don't push, I just release, and sometimes it can be hard to tell when the "event" has ended - I seem to be able to dribble for a while. At night, I wet the bed sometimes, but it's inconsistent - more often than not, I wake up and allow it to happen, but then a couple of times a week, I wake up wet with no recollection of how it happened. I've soaked the bed before when in a bad position - cloth diapers are better overnight than disposables. Constrained supply is a nightmare that I don't wish on anyone. I am fortunate in that I have been able to stock up during sales, although sales are less common up here in the Soon-to-be-Frozen North (Canada); I see with Envy the 75% off Bambino emails, but Bambino doesn't ship up here right now (they have before). Rearz used to do a couple of really good sales a year, buy one get one half off, that kind of thing, but lately they only run sales on discontinued products or clothing and accessories. I am hoping that their Black Friday sale is significant enough to make it worth stocking up. Cloth diapers are a great way to stretch a budget, and some people here have had success with thrift stores, although you don't get much of a choice with respect to brands, and it definitely helps if you are a common size. I wish you all the best and I will follow your journey with interest, my fellow Diapernaut.

@Reddy Wouldn't it be better if you moved to the other forum "incontinence-medical"? You clearly seem to have serious mental problems because of your incontinence. The way you complain about the "logical" consequences of incontinence has nothing to do with the incontinence desires you first said you had. How that changed so radically is still a mystery to me. You seem to want to avoid my questions about it. Not once have you written about how great it is to have to wear diapers now. Did you make the wrong decision or are you trolling us? Are you serious? You chose to have a life-changing surgery, paid maybe $30,000 for it, and now you think it's not fair that you have to change your life. Unbelievable.

Perhaps there is one additional criterion to check before opting for incontinence surgery: Do you like being embarrassed or do you enjoy public humiliation?

I wanted to update this sooner, but life gets in the way sometime. I'm going to get the whole story posted though! The rough draft is finished, but it's a hot mess I need to go back and fix. The rough draft of Naughty Christmas is also finished. I'm cleaning both up and I've been working on some new stories as well. “Shit. I’m really screwing up. Don’t cry, Cam-Cam.” Lili scrambled for the bed, grabbing a pink teddybear that Max had given Prissy. “Here! Lookie! It’s-it’s a bear!” She made the bear dance on his lower belly, right on top of his diaper. “You’ve made a new friend!” She chirped, desperation souring the cheerful tone. “And he has a name. It’s...um….Mr. Bear?” Her voice changed, high and squeaky as she made the bear dance and talk. “Why hello there, Baby Cameron! I’m Mr. Bear! Let’s be friends!” She danced the bear up to Cameron’s chest then booped him in the nose with the bear’s soft snout while she made loud smooching sound effects. Cameron forced his trembling lips to smile. He was being so stupid, upsetting Lili and making her work harder. So much for being her equal. Maybe he’d be better off as a brain-dead baby, thrown away and forgotten about in a nursery far away so he’d never bother or burden anyone….He winced at the dark thoughts, swallowing his tears and choking on his milk. Arms wrapped around him, sitting him up in Lil’s lap. She held him tight. The bear and bottle lay forgotten on the floor. He buried his face in her neck and fought back the tears. She rubbed his back, kissing the top of his head. “Baby. Did Prissy scare you that bad?” She asked gently. He shook his head. His cheek pressed against her throat; he could feel her pulse. Part of him wanted to cry again, break down in a sobbing mess. Another part of him- the same part that let him face Prissy- was tired of helpless tears. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, burying the urge to cry. “Lili.” He lifted his face from the crook of her neck. “Yeah?” When he didn’t answer right away, she poked his ribs; he squirmed, diaper crinkling. Cameron licked his lips, trying to find words for the emotions inside. “Lili? How….” He raised his eyes up to hers. “How do you be brave?” Lili’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. She stared at him, tilted her head and gave him a lopsided smile. “Just like that.” “Like what?” “Like what you just did. You were afraid to ask me, yeah?” She waited for his nod. “But you asked anyway. You’re brave, Cameron. You just don’t know it.” He wrinkled his nose and shook his head. How could she not see just how much of a coward he was? “You don’t believe in yourself. Can’t blame you, with all you’ve been through. It’s okay. I’ll believe in you. And you’ll believe in me. Together, we’ll be okay. Yeah?” Lili held her crooked pinky finger out to him. He stared down at it. She was brave enough for both of them. If he couldn't trust himself, he could trust her. He smiled and hooked his pinky through hers. They shook on it, a childish promise- no going back. No more hiding. No more crying. “Now, let’s get my brave boy into a clean diapee!” Lili chirped, pushing Cameron back down onto the towel. He stuck his tongue out, blowing a raspberry in answer. She tore open the old diaper, lifted his slender legs into the air, then cleaned his messy bottom with a mountain of wipes. She was much faster and efficient than when she first started changing him; she was almost as good as his professionally trained nannies. Throughout the changing process, she made silly faces at him; he made faces back at her. She never missed a beat, sliding the dirty diaper out from under him and replacing it with a clean one in a fluid motion. He watched her flap open the monstrous new diaper, waving it like a noisy flag. She rubbed a thick layer of protective barrier cream into the pink and red bumps and ditches of his scarred skin. He felt no shame or shyness as she handled his burn-damaged, intimate bits. With each sure movement, all he felt was security in her love. After rubbing the cream into his mangled and burned diaper area, she dusted him with baby powder. The scent wafted over him; he closed his eyes, inhaling and enjoying the sweet scent. He’d never get tired of the comforting scent. Even as a big boy, he’d still be able to use baby powder in his big boy diapers. He didn’t have to leave all of his babyhood behind. She brought the front of the diaper up between his splayed legs and fixed the front panel over his belly. It came over his belly button, up to just below his sternum. He raised his head, looking down at the happy sappy clowns. He wrinkled his nose, trying to imagine a plain, all white diaper like big boys wore. Lili tugged the side panels into place, fastening the tapes over the cartoon clowns. “All nice and clean!” She patted the front of his diaper, thick plastic crinkling. Cameron tilted his head to the side, one corner of his mouth quirking up. “Prissy’s underwear fit me pretty good, yeah? They’re just a little big.” He imitated Lili, teasing her. She blanched, guilt washing over her. “Ah. Sorry about that, baby. I should’ve remembered your diaper bag. It’s just- ah, hell. No excuse. You need your diaper bag. All there is to it. Guess I still got a few things to learn.” He frowned. He wanted to make her smile, not upset her. Nothing he tried ever worked out. He shook his head. “No, it’s just good there were diapers here already. And...I should’ve remembered, too. I’m a big boy now. So, my diapees. Diapers. Are my responsibility now, too.” Lili snorted. “Yeah, but-” “No. No buts. No ‘scuses. I’m a big boy.” Lili stared down at him as if seeing him clearly for the first time. “.....Yeah, I guess you are. Well. Pissy won’t mind sharing her diapers. And you look awfully cute in my clothes. You really are a pretty boy. Add a little black eyeliner and I could just eat you up.” Her eyes grew dark, voice husky as she leaned over him, closing the distance between them. His cheeks blushed pink at the comment. His tummy fluttered. When she looked at him like that, he felt funny all over. The swirling feelings confused him. He wanted her to kiss him, to cover his lips with her own. Yet those thoughts and feelings terrified him. “Add a little black lipstick and you’d be a gothic baby doll.” She crawled on top of him. “Such a pretty little doll. I wanna kiss you.” His heart sped up so fast he grew light headed and dizzy. A strangled whimper escaped his too-tight throat. Yes? No? He didn’t know what answer he wanted to give her. All he could do was stare up at her helplessly, doe eyes huge. She leaned closer. He whimpered again, too scared to close his eyes. Mere inches separated their lips. Her breath ghosted over his sensitive skin. His lips tingled in terrified anticipation. A rubber nipple suddenly pushed between his lips, filling his mouth. Lili’s demented giggle filled his ears. “Oh, Cam-Cam! You truly are adorable. You should’ve seen your face! So scared. Like a baby mousie. Little squeakers.” She rolled off him, laughing. He sat up and scowled at her. His limbs shook slightly as his heartbeat returned to normal, adrenaline rush receding. He sucked on his pacifier, the familiar rhythm soothing his frayed nerves. “Nawt nice.” He scolded around the huge nipple. He was keeping his paci in his mouth- Lili couldn’t kiss him then. The thought bolstered his confidence. He reached for his clothes. Lili’s borrowed clothes- a puddle of gray and black. No color. He wrinkled his nose then fumbled with the sweatshirt. It had been so long since he’d last dressed himself. “Here, let me help. You’ve got it backwards.” Lili turned the shirt around and pulled it over his head. He managed to find the arm holes himself; she rewarded him with a big smile. He blushed and looked down. For one wild second, he wished she’d kiss him. He shifted awkwardly, diaper crinkling. His cream coated cheeks slid together and he felt the powder shifting down his crack. It almost felt like he was still in a messy diaper. He was used to dirty diapers, but he didn’t like staying in them for extended periods. Like Prissy currently was. The stray thought caught him off guard. Right now, Prissy was laying helpless, stewing in a messy, smelly, fully loaded diaper. He looked down at his own diaper and poked a smiling clown. Lili picked his pants up. If he was regressed again, he’d be just as helpless as Prissy, laying in his own poopy diapers until someone changed him. Unlike Prissy, he wouldn’t mentally be aware of it. He shuddered and a warm stream of pee filled the front of his bulky padding. He watched a yellow tinge spread over the white plastic. He placed a palm over the warm spot. “Cameron? Step into your pants, baby. That big diaper is for extended wear. I’ll check you later; I won’t let you leak. I promise.” She held his pants out, like she was dressing an oversized toddler. He complied, automatically obedient like he’d been taught to be. He was quiet, lost in his thoughts while she struggled to pull the pants up and over the bulging diaper. Once she finished dressing him, he caught her hand with both of his own. “Cameron?” He boldly met her eyes. “Prissy needs her diapee changed.” There was no hesitation in his soft words. Lili just stared at him. He could see the ‘So what?’ expression in her eyes. “Her diapee’s poopy. Like mine was.” He tried again. When she still didn’t answer, he waddled a few steps closer. So close her lips almost touched his pacifier’s shield. “Lili. Pwissy needs a new diapee. We change her.” He put his hands on his padded hips for emphasis. “You’re serious? You want me to change her? After what she did to you? You’re really serious.” He nodded. “That’ll mean being in the same room as her. Again. Facing her.” He hesitated, took a deep breath, and nodded again. “It’s okay. You’ll protect me.” He smiled behind the pacifier’s plastic shield. Lili snorted, biting back a smile. “How can I say no to that? You win, baby boy. Big boy.”

Greg is... not the most aware individual. Particularly before the third or fourth coffee has set in. There is a little more development in subsequent chapters about why he might me missing things here. To give you a sneak peek, here are the first two paragraphs of the next chapter.... (They might change a little in editing before release, but I think they might help you see his mindset...) I waited three days before I relaxed in Abby’s bed again, feeling the warmth puddle under me. I didn’t really have a good plan, just a deep need. I remembered the comfort and security of wearing a diaper to bed as a child, and the mental anguish of when my parents had declared me “too old” for diapers and decided I shouldn’t wear them anymore. I remembered the years of shameful wet beds and cold wet winter mornings, wishing for the warm embrace of a wet diaper under my pajamas until my bedwetting had finally dribbled to a stop during late puberty. I remembered the surprise I felt I had felt when I had re-discovered how I felt about wearing diapers in college just a few months before meeting Emily, and then quickly swearing off them so that I could be with the really hot and amazing chick I had met and somehow, despite her being way, way out of my league, I ended up marrying. Maybe now I could reach out for that comfort and security to dig me out of the hole I was in. I couldn’t just tell Emily though. I knew that for a fact. She had reacted with such disgust and revulsion the first, and only, time I had mentioned liking to wear a diaper to her. I’m sure she had long forgotten that afternoon. She had never brought it up again and hey, she had married me and stuck with me for more than twenty years. But now, maybe, if she thought I needed them maybe she’d be more accepting. It wasn’t a great plan, but plans devised when one-third awake, and one-half drunk, rarely are. So here I was, lying in a rapidly cooling wet spot on a plastic sheet in my daughter’s room.

Chapter 3: Stepping Out I stood in front of the hallway mirror, adjusting a button-down shirt I hadn’t worn in a very long time. The house felt eerily quiet without Abby's music or the constant buzz of her phone notifications. Emily appeared behind me, already dressed in a sleek black dress that made her look years younger. "Here, let me help you with that," she said, adjusting the collar of my shirt, straightening the back and settling the wayward collar points into place. I hesitated, torn between accepting her help and asserting my independence. "I've got it, Em," I said, perhaps a bit too sharply. She raised an eyebrow but stepped back. "Jeez, relax. Just trying to help." I immediately felt a pang of guilt. "Sorry, I just... I can do it." Emily smiled softly, that motherly look in her eyes that both comforted and frustrated me. "I know you can, honey. You ready to go?" As we stepped out into the warm evening air, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. This was our first real night out as empty nesters, a chance to rediscover ourselves as a couple rather than just parents. The restaurant was one of those trendy new places downtown, all exposed brick and Edison bulbs. As we settled into our seats, I couldn't help but feel slightly out of place. The other diners seemed younger, hipper, more at ease in this environment. “Well, this is... nice," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. Emily reached across the table, patting my hand. "It's okay if you're not comfortable, Greg. We can go somewhere else if you'd prefer." I bristled slightly at her tone. There it was again, that hint of motherly concern that both soothed and irked me. "No, no, this is fine," I insisted. "I'm just saying, it's been a while since we've been out like this." We perused the menu, filled with items I could barely pronounce. "Quinoa? Acai? When did food start sounding like incantations?" I mused. “I think these were spells in Abby’s boy wizard books.” Emily chuckled, but I caught a hint of exasperation in her voice. "It's called being cultured, Greg. Here, let me help you pick something." As she leaned over to point out dishes on my menu, I found myself torn between appreciating her help and wanting to assert my independence. I was a grown man, for crying out loud. I could order my own damn dinner. The waiter approached, a young man with carefully styled hair and a hipster beard. "Good evening, folks. Can I start you off with some drinks?" I glanced at Emily, raising an eyebrow. "What do you say, Em? Shall we live dangerously?" She hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Sure, why not? It's not like we have to rush home to relieve the babysitter anymore." As the evening progressed, we laughed and talked, sharing stories and dreams. On the surface, it was everything I had hoped our first night as empty nesters would be. But underneath, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were both trying too hard, performing the roles of a carefree couple rather than truly inhabiting them. Midway through the meal, I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. The beer was going right through me, and I was debating whether to excuse myself to the restroom. Emily, ever observant, noticed my discomfort. "Greg, honey, are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. I nodded, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... you know." Emily leaned in, lowering her voice. "Do you need to use the restroom?" I felt my face flush with embarrassment. "Emily!" I hissed, glancing around to see if anyone had overheard. "I'm not five years old. I can handle my own... bathroom needs." She held up her hands defensively. "I'm just trying to help. You looked uncomfortable." I stood up abruptly, my chair scraping loudly against the floor. "Excuse me," I muttered, making my way to the restroom. As I stood at the urinal, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, Emily's concern was touching. She cared about me and wanted to make sure I was comfortable. But on the other hand, her motherly tone made me feel small. I was her husband, not her child. Didn't she see that? When I returned to the table, Emily was sipping her wine, a look of concern on her face. "Everything okay?" she asked. I nodded, forcing a smile. "All good, babe. Now, where were we?" As the night wore on, I found myself increasingly aware of the dichotomy in our relationship. Emily's nurturing nature, which had been such a comfort during our years of parenting, now felt stifling when it was directed full blast at me with no Abby to roll her eyes and deflect it. Yet part of me craved that affirmation, that unconditional love she offered so freely. We finished our meal and stepped out into the warm night air. Emily linked her arm through mine, and I felt a surge of conflicting emotions - love, frustration, comfort, and a desperate desire to be seen as the man I wanted to be, not the child she sometimes treated me as. "This was nice," Emily said, leaning her head on my shoulder. "We should do it more often." I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. How could I explain the turmoil inside me? How could I tell her that I loved her motherly nature but also resented it? That I wanted her to see me as an equal, a partner, not someone to be coddled and cared for? As we walked to the car, I made a silent vow to myself. I would find a way to bridge this gap, to be the strong, capable man I knew I could be while still accepting the love and care Emily offered. It wouldn't be easy, and it wouldn't happen overnight. But for the sake of our relationship, for the sake of this new chapter in our lives, I had to try. As we drove home, the silence between us felt different - not uncomfortable, but full of potential. "Ready for bed?" Emily asked, stifling a yawn. I nodded, squeezing her hand, my hopes that 'bed' meant what I thought it meant clear on my face and in my voice. With a smile I replied, "Lead the way."

We've got a proper chapter this time! No half-finished outlines with a 'Finish this later!' note on it! Other than the introduction here, this chapter doesn't have any author notes. It should work without any explanations provided for context, since it's pretty much complete and I don't need to retcon anything. At the end of the previous chapter, there will be a segue where Grace walks into the backyard to join her friends, who are having a bonfire in their back yard. Oh, and in the notes for the last chapter, I mentioned a character named 'Randy' who was going to show up later. He's been renamed to 'Pierce' but is otherwise unchanged. As always, feedback on this story is especially appreciated! “... Bullshit!” The fire was rolling by the time Grace walked out back, a six pack of cold beers in tow. Their back yard had precisely five chairs - one for each of them, and not a single extra. Just the way things should be. Pulling cans one at a time from the plastic rings, Grace started passing them out. “You’re just in time,” Pierce said, leaning forward in his chair to grab one. “You’ve been bemoaning that your beer was empty for ten minutes,” Brains pointed out. “And if it’d been eleven minutes,” Pierce said, cracking open the can and taking a long pull before finishing his sentence. “Then I’d have had to go inside and get another one.” Drinks distributed, Grace set aside the single extra beer and tossed the plastic rings into the fire. “So what’s bullshit?” “Hmm?” Melody asked, looking up from the fire. “You were shouting ‘Bullshit’ when I walked back here,” Grace explained. “What, did Skip claim they weren’t working enough hours?” “Well,” Skip started to say, “I know there’s some slack that could be-” The whole club piped up in harmony. “No.” “But that’s not it,” Brains added. “Pierce was just saying he’d make a great dad.” Grace raised her eyebrows. “Hah! No way.” “Hey, come on,” Pierce said, putting up his hands defensively. “I’m not saying I want a little rug rat, but if I had to. You should see me with my nephews!” “You don’t have to take care of your nephews,” Melody pointed out. “I babysit,” Pierce countered. In the middle of sipping her beer, Grace shook her head and raised a finger. “N…” Gulp. “No, no. You keep an eye on them for a couple hours when your sister’s busy. That barely counts.” Sitting back, Pierce spread out his arms and relaxed as though he’d already won the argument. “Still! They love me.” “Yeah, because you’re the fun uncle. You don’t have to cook meals, or plan around their day, or put them to bed, or any of that shit. You just show up for a couple hours of playtime.” Grace shook her head and put on a comically deep voice. “‘Oh, I’m Pierce, I’d be a great dad for three whole hours before I got bored!’ Fuck off with that. I’ve seen your room.” Melody and Skip chuckled, but Pierce frowned and sat forward. “What’s that got to do with anything?” “When’s the last time you made your bed?” Grace asked. “Why should I? I think it’s just as comfortable unmade,” Pierce said, already draining his can of beer, which got swiftly replaced. “How would you know, Pierce?” Melody chimed in. “You haven’t slept in a made bed since your mommy stopped doing the chores for you.” “My mo-” Pierce’s tone started to rise, but he shook his head and just flipped Melody off. “Got it, sorry,” Melody said, apologetically. “The point being.” Grace got everyone’s attention, steering the conversation back to her point. “You do the bare minimum to get things to a point where you’re okay with it. How’s that gonna work out when you have a whole entire other human to look after, who can’t give you a chore chart to micromanage what they need from you?” “I’d be a good dad,” Pierce said, simply. Grace found that her beer was mostly empty, and finished it off, raising her arm and squinting at the recycling bin fifteen feet away. “Come on…” Chucking it, the can hit the back wall of the bin, bouncing squarely inside. “Three points!” “Probably two points, you’re barely at a free throw line,” Brains pointed out. “Still a good shot, though. Sitting down and everything.” Grace reached for another beer, and found the extra can from the six pack already claimed. “Okay, y’all know the rules. You take the last beer, you get the next pack.” “I’ll get it in a minute,” Pierce said. “Once this one’s empty.” Rolling her eyes, Grace got to her feet, trudging back to the kitchen. She didn’t want to wait until Pierce finished his beer, walked inside, took a piss, made a sandwich, took a nap, watched the extended editions of Lord of the Rings- Getting it herself was just faster. By the time she got back out, the conversation had moved on. Skip was relaying an anecdote from work, or maybe telling a filthy joke. Given their line of work, it was kind of hard to tell one from the other sometimes, but either way there was a racoon involved. The evening slipped on. Grace’s aim towards the recycling bin got a little better after two beers, and then started to drop off steeply after four. “Hey, Melody,” Grace said under her breath, leaning over in her seat. “Who’re you texting?” “This guy, Rich,” Melody replied, quietly, looking down at her phone. “He’s got a boat. I think. I guess he goes to some fancy university a little north of here.” “Is he your type?” “Is ‘rich’ a type?” Melody paused, then added, “Because he’s got money, not-” Grace shook her head. “I got it.” “And that!” Brains declared, almost-but-not-quite shouting as he stood upright on his chair. “Is how you make a beer can disappear!” “You just wanted to drink my beer!” Skip complained, grabbing an empty can from the ground and chucking it at Brains. The shot went wide, hitting the tall privacy fence a few paces away. “And that’s the last beer out here,” Pierce said. “Who’s got the next pack?” “It was Skip’s beer,” Brains declared. “Brains drank it,” Skip rebutted. “I’ll get it,” Grace groaned, getting to her feet. She paused to get the can that had bounced from the fence, depositing it in the recycling bin on her way inside, and grabbing a bag of chips on the way out. Sitting down, she found a gap in the conversation and started telling a story she’d been wanting to relay all evening. “Okay, so, there’s this client I’m working for. Huge neat freak, anal-retentive-type-” “You should talk,” Pierce snorted. “You think everyone’s a neat freak.” “I meant about the anal retention.” “You’re right, I do have experience with guys who have their heads up their ass all the time,” Grace rolled her eyes. “So anyways, he sends me this email…” It was a winding tale full of twists and turns, mostly involving increasingly pedantic and frustrating corrections to layout, which Grace had responded to with matching pedantry and specificity until the issue got dropped and the layout she preferred got used. Not something she’d brag too much about, except that she’d found out that day that the client was thrilled with the results, and was bragging about it, having completely forgotten that the design was her idea. “Okay, okay,” Pierce said, as she finished up telling the story. “Here’s what I’m still hung up on, though. You think…” He paused, sipping his beer. “Oh, hell, not this again,” Melody rolled her eyes. “He brought this up while you were in the bathroom, too,” Brains added, giving context to Grace that she would otherwise have lacked. “You think I’m irresponsible!” Pierce said. “Like I don’t pay my bills on time and get my chores done, same as everyone else.” “Yeah, uh, if I remind you,” Grace said. “Otherwise it’s always done late.” “Not late, just barely-on-time!” Pierce protested. “If you want it done sooner, make the deadline sooner! Otherwise, I’ll get it done when I want to.” “We’re not arguing about chores tonight,” Melody said. “It’s Friday. This isn’t how we’re gonna spend our night.” “No, I’m not arguing about chores, I’m saying that I’m responsible,” Pierce said. “I could totally watch a kid. I’d be great at it.” “Bulllll-” Grace said, really dragging out the ‘L’. “Shit. You know how much work that is?” “Yeah, I do!” Pierce stood up, dramatically counting off on his fingers. “You gotta change their diapers, feed ‘em, put ‘em to bed every night, bathe ‘em, dress ‘em, and make sure they don’t stick their fingers into electrical sockets. Boom. Easy.” “I think you’re missing some stuff on that list,” Brains said. “And that’s only for kids of a very specific age.” “Well I’d learn!” “You wouldn’t even do that much,” Grace shot. “You’d be begging for someone else to take the little shit after the first diaper change.” “I’ve been around crap,” Pierce said. “And you’d really wait hand and foot like that on someone else?” Grace threw up her arms, sloshing a little beer out of the can she was holding. “No way.” “I would!” “No, you wouldn’t!” “Screw you, I would!” “Then prove it!” “How?” Grace blinked. She hadn’t thought that far ahead. (When did I stand up?) (When did things get so spinny?) She shook her head. “Fuckin… Fuck you. We wouldn’t put a kid through that, it’d be torture.” “You’re just backing down because you know I’d be great and you don’t want to admit it!” (Asshole.) “Fine! I’ll do it, just to shut you up!” “Huh?” It was Pierce’s turn to be taken aback. “What?” “I would bet you one hundred dollars that you wouldn’t last one day if you had to do all that shit you listed for another person,” Grace said. “So do it to me. Make me a damn meal for once, instead of just coming in and swiping whatever someone else already cooked.” “And what about the other shit? The diapers?” Pierce asked. “You’ve seen my ass naked,” Grace said. (I’m drunk.) “I don’t care.” (I should stop talking.) “Fuck you.” “No way,” Pierce said. “Hah!” “Not for a hundred bucks.” Shaking his head, his shaggy hair swished back and forth in the firelight, as though he were trying to get rid of a pesky mosquito, not coming up with an idea. “And not for a day. I will outlast the shit out of you. You’d get sick of shitting your pants years before I’d get sick of taking care of a kid.” “If not for a hundred bucks, then what?” “Chores,” Pierce snapped. “Loser does the winner’s house chores for a year.” “Fine!” “Fine!” “FIN-” “Wasters!” Melody shouted, raising her fist over her heart in a middle finger salute. “You two, drop this shit right now. We are not fighting.” “We’re not figh-” Grace started. “Come ooon,” Skip groaned. “You think we’d buy that? Drop it, Grace. Drop it, Pierce. You’re both very responsible grown-ups.” Grace started to come up with a retort, but her head was fuzzy. (How many beers have I had?) She looked over to the recycling bin, trying to count the cans on the ground. Some of them weren’t hers, though, but… (Nine? Ten?) Sitting down in her chair so that her head would stop spinning, Grace grabbed the last beer from the latest six pack. “You took the last-” Brains started. “Nope.” Grace cracked open the can. “Okay, dropping it. I’m sorry.” The fire was silent for a moment, until Brains said, “You all want to play Mafia?” The whole club piped up in harmony. “No.”