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    Chapter 6: Playing Nicer London shifted around a bit in her diaper. Her pleasantly plump bottom was made even more so by the thickness of the diaper. Despite what Myles might or might not have thought, she wasn't quite used to diapers. She was a big enough girl for pull ups, that much she was sure of, and she usually made it to the bathroom on time. The diapers were only there, as her mother reminded her many times, in case of accidents or situations when London couldn't easily get to the bathroom on time. As if on autopilot, London easily introduced Myles to each and every one of her stuffies, both by name and by personality, each time with a brief snippet of their voice, usually in a friendly greeting. As she did so, she kneeled and rested her pampered bum on the heels of her feet. "And this little guy is Professor Star. He's a real smart professor guy, so he uses a lots and lots of big words," she finished, showing off her last stuffy, a large plush starfish with a smiling face, to Myles, who seemed, at least, to be relaxing. "So these are my friends," London said, scooping them up into her arms again and hugging them tight. "London," Myles began, "Can I ask you something?" There was a tentativeness in his voice that London picked up on at once. "Of course, Myles. You're my friend, too." At this, Myles felt a twinge in his heart. Here he was with a girl he barely knew, having embarrassed himself by pissing himself like an infant, and she was so kind to him. "Do you have...other friends?" he asked, trying to couch his invasive question in a degree of sympathy. London thought for a moment on how she would respond. She did not appear angered or upset by the question, but it did seem to throw her off. "Not many friends at school right now," she said. "New girl has a hard time. Plus I guess I'm not cool like the other girls." There was a hint of sadness in her statement, but only a hint. "But that's okay," she said, "I have my momma. And my stuffies. And my imagination." She exhaled. "And myself," she said, a look of peace on her face. Myles paused for a moment before shaking his head. "No," he said, "This isn't normal. I'm not judging you, I just..." He stared down at his diaper. Hard to judge anyone when you looked like you were about to film a Huggies commercial. "...this isn't normal." London looked at him for a few seconds before letting out a laugh. "What's 'normal', silly?" she asked in a accusatory tone. "Starving yourself thin so you can look like the models on TV? Saving up all your money so that you can buy whatever expensive, uncomfortable new clothes are in style?" "Well, no," Myles said, trying to regain his dignity, "But you're a high school senior and you wear diapers." "No, I only wear diapers sometimes. Before today, it had been weeks since I needed a diaper. And you're a high school senior in a diaper too, mister." Myles blushed. There was the rub -- how could he take his high and mighty tone like this? "I know I am. And I'm sorry, for..." he searched for the right words, "...for having...an accident on you." "Oh, you poor baby," she said. "It's okay! We all have them sometimes." She paused. "It can be hard, being big." With these words, she fell and flopped on her back. Her somewhat curvy midriff was now exposed as her Adventure Time T-shirt had ceased to provide full protection. She looked very childish, Myles mused, laying on the floor with her diaper and belly exposed. "Real hard, sometimes," she said. There was another moment of silence as Myles wondered what he should do. Should he lie down next to her? "Myles!" yelped London. "Come over here and play with me!" Myles walked over, towering over her. "What is it that you..." he trailed off. "It would be very dastardly of you to tickle me right now. Now that I'm just laying her defenseless with my tummy exposed. Real dastardly." She flashed him a smile and a wink. A playful sensation seized Myles. Here he was, and a cute girl was asking him to tickle her (more-or-less). If it weren't for the diaper, this would be prime flirtation time. He dropped to the ground. They were parallel to each other now. "Are you talking about..." Myles began, moving his left hand to a point in the air just above London's navel. "This tummy right here?" She batted her eyes at him. "Maybe," she said, smiling. In a flutter of fingers, Myles's hand went to work, every fingertip at his disposal moving about across London's soft, fair stomach. London erupted in giggles, her face the very image of delight. Myles couldn't help but enjoy it. God, ticking? He didn't realizes this was something he was into. But he felt his manhood grow and harden in the white and innocent confines of his diaper. The thought briefly popped up in his mind, wondering if diapers were meant to hold erections, but it was soon banished -- the curiosity and questioning -- by the sheer sense of happiness he got from tickling her. He moved to use his right hand, too. This was a double-barreled tickle, alright. "Hahahaha, Myles, stop it, now, st-st-stop it," London sputtered out. He acquiesced, knowing not to push his luck. He might be a tickler, but he wasn't gonna be the guy who got too handsy with a girl who still wore diapers. "You're a good playmate, Myles," London said, sitting up and covering up her tummy with her shirt. Myles, unknown to himself, grinned. "See," London said, "It's not so bad being my friend, is it?" Myles looked at her, taken aback, but quickly regrouped to find his words. "No, London, it's not. I like being your friend." "Good," she said with a smile, bolting up onto her feet. Quickly, she grabbed him by the arm. "Come on, little boy," she said. "Let's play Doctor."
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    Thanks for the feedback, everyone! I'm excited to continue with it. Chapter 2! Chapter 2 “Come on, honey”, said Jennifer. “We don’t want to be late to the airport.” “I’m almost ready”, replied Katelynn. “I’m just putting on a fresh diaper for the trip!” “Make sure to put some spare ones in your carry on. It’s a long flight to Tokyo.” “I did!”, answered Katelynn. She finished taping up her diaper, then slid on her pants. She picked up her old diaper and carried it out of her room. “What should I do with this?” “Why don’t you just put it in the can in your room?”, inquired Jennifer. “I already emptied it, and seeing as I won’t be needing it for a while, I didn’t want to put this in it.” “I guess you can take it to the bin on the curb. I don’t think the trash truck has come, yet.” Katelynn carried her diaper out to the curb. She lived in a nice suburb of town, but none of her neighbors were walking around. But she walked quickly, just in case. She went back in her house to grab the last of her things. Her family had already loaded the car with her stuff. Katelynn felt the cushion of her diaper as she sat down on her seat. Because of the long flight, she was wearing a thick diaper. A Bambino, to be exact. Her diaper was dry, which was fine with her. Sometimes it just felt good to be in a dry, comfortable diaper. It would be wet soon enough. “Are you sure have everything, Katy?”, asked her mother. “Double check before we get too far away.” Katelynn looked around her family’s car. Multiple suitcases occupied the space that wasn’t taken up by passengers. She had two checked bags, a carry on suitcase, and a diaper bag. It was more of a day pack, really, but she would be using it as a diaper bag. She was hoping to explore as much of Japan as possible, which meant a lot of walking. Spare diapers would be necessity. “I think so, Mom. And if I absolutely need something I can buy it when I get there. I do think they have stores in Japan.” "I don’t know”, said her dad. “Japan is a whole new world”. “Yeah, but they have stores. Everyone has stores.” “With all the technology and robots over there, you never know. Maybe a drone just delivers everything.” “This conversation is not worth continuing”, laughed Katelynn. “On a different note”, continued her father, “I saw Grace at work, yesterday. Her dad had her come in and personally apologize. Which is appreciated, considering what she did and the pain she caused you. Her apology wasn’t very convincing, though. But, and here is the interesting part, She was absolutely wearing a diaper. Having been around you, I can tell when someone is sporting one.” “Ha!”, smiled Katelynn. “Yeah, and any doubts about her selection of underwear went away when she stumbled walking out of my office and her shirt rode up, exposing the waistband of a diaper. I think her dad punished her by making her wear them for a few days.” “That’s hilarious”, said Katelynn. “I mean in a way, I kind of feel bad for her. I’m not at all forgiving her or downplaying what she did to me, It’s just that being forced to wear diapers probably really sucks. I wouldn’t know, because I always want to be in them. But, if you don’t like to wear diapers, having to do so does not seem fun. I wonder if she has to use them. I don’t know. Hopefully it will teach her to keep her hands to herself.” “Yeah, Mr. Harris didn’t say anything about it. I can’t imagine he’ll make her wear them when she goes back to Yail. I don’t think he could, she’s three hours away, after all. But I see her around the office sometimes, so I’ll keep an eye out for signs of diapers.” “You okay back there, sweetie?”, inquired Jennifer. “Diaper wise, I mean.” “I can’t complain.Why? You don’t usually ask that.” “No reason. It will just be weird not having diapers be a part of my life for a few months.” “It’s not really a part of your life. I pretty much change myself all the time.” “Well, I know. But I see you in diapers a lot. You don’t always hide the fact that you’re wearing them when we’re home. Not to mention that I can smell your diaper half the time.” Jennifer winked at her daughter. Katelynn blushed. “I’ll only be gone for a little while. And, if you really want, when we Skype I’ll stand up so you can see my diaper.” “I’m not saying I’m going to miss them. Just that it will be strange not seeing them. It’s complicated.” “Why?” “You know that I don’t really get why you want to wear diapers, but they’re a part of who you are.” “I guess”, said Katelynn. “More importantly, I’m going to miss the cute little girl who is in those diapers.” “I’m not really your little girl anymore.” “It’s a cliche, but you will always be my little girl. I’m really going to miss you.” “And of course I’ll miss you guys, too”, said Katelynn. “But I don’t want you to be too sad.” “Just make sure to Skype”, added her father. The family finished the rest of the drive to the Boston airport in about an hour. Surprisingly, Katelynn’s diaper remained dry for the length of the journey. Her parents helped her carry her luggage to the check-in-counter. “You guys don’t need to stay”, said Katelynn as they approached the check-in line. “We’ll stay with you until security”, said Paul. “We’re in no rush”, added Jennifer. Katelynn noticed a tinge of sadness in her mother’s voice as she spoke. “Ok”, smiled Katelynn. In all honesty, she was happy her parents weren’t leaving yet. They waited in line for fifteen minutes before reaching the counter. “May I please see your passport and ticket?”, asked the attendant. “Here you go”, responded Katelynn. “Okay, it looks like you will be departing from Gate 39 in just over two hours.” “Thanks”, Katelynn replied. “Do you have any liquids, firearms, flammable materials, or sharp or blunt objects with you?” “No.” “Then you are good to go. Enjoy your flight and have a nice time in Japan.” Katelynn and her family walked to the entrance to security. “I guess this is where we leave you,”, said her mother. Tears were already forming in her eyes. She hugged her daughter. “I love you so much, honey. We’re so proud of you. Please, please, be safe and please, call.” “I will, Mommy”, sniffled Katelynn. She had begun to cry, as well. “I’ll miss you guys. I love you.” “Goodbye, Katelynn”. He joined the group hug. Paul wasn’t overly affectionate, but he cared for his daughter, and Katelynn knew he would miss her. The hug ended, and Katelynn’s parents started to leave. As she walked into security, she could see them waving at her. She waved back. And so her journey began. Katelynn had never left the country before, except for a couple of visits to Canada. Which doesn’t mean much if you’re from New Hampshire. A couple of hundred miles was nothing compared to thousands of miles and the Pacific Ocean. This being said, she was much more excited than scared. Katelynn liked challenges. She liked confronting them and conquering them. “I like your suitcase. The polkadots are super cute.” Katelynn looked up. A girl around her age with long brown hair stood in front of her. “Oh, thanks. I love polkadot things.” “I’m Emily, by the way.” “I’m Katelynn.” “So, where ya headed, polkadot girl?” “Japan. I’m studying abroad.” Emily started to grin. “Hey, that’s so cool! I am, too.” “You’re studying abroad?” “Yeah, in Japan. Tokyo. At the music University.” “No Way! Same! Do you go to NYCU? I’m going as part of the Music Composition Exchange Program.” “I am, too. This is so crazy! So, what do you play?” “Piano. I’m in the NYU Performance Ensemble.” “I thought you looked a little familiar”, said Emily. “I think I saw you at the Winter Concert.” “Yeah, I played at that”, answered Katelynn. Not only did Katelynn play at that concert, she also pooped her diaper halfway through her performance. And she still didn’t miss a single note. “Wow, you were really good.” Katelynn blushed. She liked Emily already. It didn’t hurt that she was gorgeous. “Thanks. So, what about you? What’s your instrument?” “I play the trombone.” “That’s” “Different?”, Emily cut her off. “I was going to say unusual.” “My mom thought it would be good for me to play a lesser known instrument. There’s not much competition if you play the trombone.” “That makes sense.” “Eh. So, do you have a roommate yet?” Emily started a new topic of conversation. “I’m actually going to have a singe room. I’m not really used to living with anyone.” Katelynn had a roommate. She shared an apartment with her best friend, Caleb, while they studied together at NYCU. But saying she wasn’t used to living with someone was easier than saying she needed her own room to store diapers, wear diapers, use diapers, and dispose of diapers. Wearing around others out in public was easy. But there is a certain amount of maintenance involved in wearing diapers, maintenance which requires privacy. “Oh, suit yourself. I’m still looking for one.” By this time they were halfway through line. Katelynn hadn’t peed in a few hours. She thought about breaking the seal and yellowing her nice, clean Bambino. “I’m sure you’ll find one”, said Katelynn. “There are a lot of people in the program.” If she wet now, she would need to do so while continuing to talk to Emily. She had wet herself while carrying on a conversation countless times. “I hope so”, said Emily. Katelynn started to release a stream of warm pee into her dry diaper. A hot sensation spread over her rear. She didn’t realize how much she needed to wet. She continued peeing and carrying on her conversation.“So, where’s your hometown?” “I’m from L.A.”, said Emily. “But I decided to go the East Coast for school.” “That’s a long way away”, responded Katelynn. At the moment she was much more vested in finishing up her massive wetting than being a good listener. Slowly, her stream began to subside, became a trickle, then stopped. Katelynn smiled. “What are you laughing at”, chuckled Emily. “Oh, nothing. That’s just really cliched.” Actually, Katelynn was smiling because Emily had no idea that her new friend had just finished soaking the adult diaper concealed under her jeans. “I guess so. If it makes any difference I like New York way more than Los Angeles.” “I’ve never been to L.A.” “You’re not missing much. On a totally different note, I really have to pee. This line better hurry up.” The irony of the situation was not lost on Katelynn. “If only you knew,” thought Katelynn. “We’re almost up”, she replied to Emily. Katelynn and Emily made small talk for a few more minutes before it was their turn to go through security. Katelynn loaded all of her stuff on the conveyor belt, then walked through the security scanner. DING! DING! DING! “Excuse me miss,” said a security guard. “Could you try again.” “Yeah”, answered Katelynn. DING! DING! DING! “Ok, can you please step over here?” Katelynn did as she was told. Before she could get too far, the security scanner went off for Emily. DING! DING! DING! “Sarah and Bree, could you take these women into the security room and do a manual search?”, asked the security guard. “Okay”, the ladies answered. “Please follow us”, they said to Katelynn and Emily. “I have a few screws in my leg”, Emily whispered to Katelynn. “It might be that”. “Yeah”, answered Katelynn. “I don’t know why I would have trouble. No metal in my body.” Katelynn had her suspicions as to why she would have issues going through a scanner, but she hoped they weren’t true. “This is going to be so embarrassing. There’s no way security won’t see my diaper”, she thought to herself. “Okay, it’s just in here”, said one of the agents. “We need to have two people perform the search, so one of you will need to wait a minute.” “I guess you can go first”, said Emily. “Okay”, Katelynn gulped. There was a curtain partitioning the room. Katelynn followed the two women behind it, while Emily waited on the other side. “Is there any reason why the security scanner would go off?” one of them asked. “Do you have any metal in your body?”. “No”, replied Katelynn. “Well, sometimes these full body scanners can act a little strange.” “Umm...”, said Katelynn, sheepishly. “There is one thing, maybe”, by this point she was almost whispering. “I wear…uh…incontinence products.” “You’re gonna have to speak up, hon. We can’t quite hear you.” “I have to wear incontinence protection”, stammered Katelynn, only slightly louder than before. “oh”, replied the guard. “Yeah, that happens sometimes. Diapers have been known to set it off. I think it’s the extra bulk. No worries, we’ll just do a quick manual search and you can be on your way.” The security agent made no effort to lower her voice when she said this. “Yeah, sure”, said Katelynn. That curtain might hide her from view, but it did nothing to keep out sound. There was no way Emily hadn’t heard what just transpired. One guard began to pat down Katelynn, while the other stood and watched. “Could you lower your pants?” “Umm…yeah”, replied Katelynn, nervously. She obliged, undid her belt, and lowered her jeans, exposing her yellowed diaper. A dry diaper would be bad enough, but a wet diaper was even worse. She had wet her diaper a lot in the security line, and it was discolored and sagging. It was obvious to everyone who saw it that she had used it. The guard took a quick peak, then told Katelynn she could raise her pants. “All done. You can go. Thanks”, said the security agent. “Yeah”, Katelynn answered. She drew back the curtain. Emily looked at her, blushed, then quickly looked away and walked behind the curtain. Katelynn left the room to go find a place behind security. She thought about trying to avoid Emily, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to avoid her forever. A few moments later, Emily walked up to her. “It must have been the screws in my leg,” she said to Katelynn. “Oh, yeah, I bet so.” Katelynn waited for the diaper questions to start. But Emily didn’t say anything. “So, do you want to head to our gate? Or we could grab some food. I’m not starving, but if you are”, Emily asked Katelynn. “I’m not super hungry. I’m cool with just finding our gate.” Maybe Emily hadn’t heard about Katelynn’s diapers after all. Or maybe she just didn’t want to embarrass her. Either way was fine with Katelynn. It took them a few minutes to walk to their gate. Afterwards, they sat down and got to know each other better. Katelynn really liked Emily. She was kind, thoughtful, and very funny. Unfortunately, Katelynn was pretty sure Emily was straight. She had a knack for inferring sexual preferences. “Now boarding Group three for Sky Lines flight from Boston to Seattle”, projected a voice on the intercom. It would take two flights to get to Japan. One from Boston to Seattle, the other from Seattle to Tokyo, with a two hour layover in between. “Hey, I think we’re sitting together on the flight from Seattle to Tokyo,” said Emily. “What are the chances of that?” “Awesome!”answered Katelynn. “That will make the flight go buy so much faster,” she smiled. “Yeah! Well, I’ll see you in Seattle. I board in group four”. “See ya.” Katelynn boarder her flight and took her seat. She had a window, which made her happy. She could enjoy the view, and it’s not like she needed to get up to use the restroom. Apart from issues with security, she thought airplanes were one of the most convenient places to wear diapers. And she was pretty sure she wasn’t the only one who would be utilizing a personal restroom on the plane. She read that a relatively high number of people wear some form of protection on flights. A gentleman in his mid forties sat down in the seat next to her. He was dressed in a suit, and already had out his laptop. Soon, the plane was in the air. Katelynn sat back and enjoyed the flight. It was uneventful, unless wetting a diaper thirty thousand feet in the air is considered eventful. When they were about to land, the man sitting next to her turned and commented, “You must have a steel bladder. I could never make it five hours without going to the bathroom.” “Yeah,” Katelynn replied, awkwardly. “I guess so.” Katelynn had gone to the bathroom on the airplane, twice. But instead of having to get up from a cramped window seat and wait in a long line, she could stay in the comfort of her chair and wet herself. For the countless time, Katelynn wondered why more people didn’t decide to wear diapers. Katelynn’s flight arrived in Seattle, and she departed to meet Emily. “Hey, girl. How was the flight?” asked Emily. “Fine. I just had some guy next to me who didn’t really talk much.” “That’s better than me. I was sitting next to some teen boy. He just stared at my boobs the whole time.” “Eww”, Katelynn chuckled. “Yeah, so it was awkward.” “Well, I’m going to go to the bathroom before we go to our next gate”, said Katelynn. Her diaper was very wet. Three wettings was a lot, even for a Bambino. She was hoping to change now, then not need to put on a new diaper on the flight to Tokyo. “Oh, okay,” said Emily, her voice sounding surprised. “What?”, Katelynn inquired. “It’s just, I thought” “So, you heard that whole thing with the security guard?”, Katelynn cut in. “I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to embarrass you.” “It’s okay”, answered Katelynn. “I’m not embarrassed.” Katelynn really wasn’t that embarrassed. Normally, she was very worried about people finding out about her diapers. But Emily had already found out. And, more importantly, she seemed like a really nice person, a person who Katelynn could trust. “So, you really wear diapers?”, asked Emily. She still seemed embarrassed. “Yeah”, Katelynn blushed. “I’m sure you have tons of questions. But, right now, I need to hit up the ladies room. We can talk more about it on the flight if you want.” “Okay,” said Emily. “I mean, I don’t want to intrude, but I am curious. I’ve never met anyone who wears diapers.” “You’d be surprised. You just might not know about them”, Katelynn winked. “Maybe”, Emily laughed. “I need to go to the bathroom, too.” Both girls walked to the nearest restroom. It was busy inside, but stalls were open. Katelynn opened her bright blue backpack and took out a diaper and some wipes. She had gotten over the lack of privacy involved in public changes long ago. Emily was in the stall next to her. Katelynn pulled down her pants and looked at her diaper. By now, it was completely soaked in the back, as well as most of the front. She squished it a little, smiled, then undid the tapes. A loud tearing sound shot through the restroom. Her diaper crinkled as she set it down on top of the toilet. It was obvious to those next to her what she was doing. She wiped down her bottom. Even more noise ensued as she opened up her new diaper. She took a stuffer out of her packpack and put it in the diaper, then put the diaper under her and pressed her bottom against the wall. She brought the diaper up to her waste, lined up the tapes, then fastened them. She had decided to go with another Bambino. She didn’t want to take any chances on the flight. She washed her hands, then took a quick look at herself in the mirror. Her relatively tight jeans did little to hide the fact she was diapered. Wearing a thick Bambino with a stuffer didn’t help much, either. This didn’t bother Katelynn as much as it would have in the past. More and more people were beginning to find out about her diapers, including Emily. It didn’t seem as big of a deal, anymore. She walked outside to meet Emily. “Any trouble in there?” Emily asked. “I’m pretty good at it by now”. “I’m sure I would be awful at it.” “It’s really not that hard. Anyways, I’m starving, and I saw a good looking Chinese place here. Are you hungry?” “Yeah,” replied Emily, “I could eat.” They headed to the restaurant and had dinner. By the time they finished, their flight was about to board. This time they were in the first boarding group. Katelynn made sure to keep her backpack close to her on the plane in case she needed to change. She felt pretty confident her diaper could hold up, though. This time, Emily was next to the window, and Katelynn was in the middle of the row. An older lady was sitting next to her in the aisle seat. The flight to Tokyo would take just over ten hours. Katelynn had a book, her headphones, and her new friend to keep her company. For the first couple of hours, Emily didn’t bring up Katelynn’s diapers. But after every tuned in to watch the in flight movie, she broached the subject. “You know, you’re not doing a lot to hide your underwear choice, if you know what I mean.”” “I guess it is pretty obvious,” answered Katelynn. “But nothing let’s people know you’re wearing a diaper quicker than leaks.” “Oh my god, has that happened to you?” “Yeah. If you wear all the time then they’re bound to happen.” “Oh, so you wear pretty often? I just assumed for the flight and all, small bladder.” “I always wear them, actually.” “So you’re incontinent?” “Not exactly, no,” answered Katelynn. This is wear the conversation could get awkward. Katelynn wondered how Emily would react when she found out Katelynn didn’t actually need to wear diapers, but rather wore them out of desire. “So, why do you wear them?” Katelynn paused for a moment. She needed to tread lightly. “I don’t actually need to wear them. I wear them because for as long as I can remember, I’ve been drawn to them.” Katelynn looked up at Emily. She didn’t look disgusted, only curious. “They just feel right. I am happier and more confident and just feel better about myself and life. They are a part of who I am, now. I’m sure that doesn’t make sense, but that’s honestly how I feel.” Surprisingly, Emily didn’t look like she thought Katelynn was crazy. She waited before responding. “I think people should do whatever makes them happy, as long as they don’t harm anyone else. And I don’t see how diapers hurt anyone. I say go for it.” Katelynn smiled. “It’s good to hear that. I try to avoid telling anyone I know because I’m scared they’ll think I’m a freak.” “I don’t think you’re a freak. I mean, it’s a little weird, but a little weird is good. I think it’s kind of cute, actually.” “It is cute!”, smiled Katelynn. “And so convenient.” “I can imagine! I hate waiting in line for the girl’s room.” “I don’t miss that,” replied Katelynn. “Speaking of the little girl’s room, I am about to burst.” “I went a few minutes ago.” “Wait, really?”, Emily looked really surprised. “In your diaper? I couldn’t even tell!” Katelynn laughed. “Well, that’s kind of the point.” “I guess so,” Emily smiled. “If I don’t go to the bathroom soon, I’m going to wish I had on a diaper. I’ll be back in a minute.” Katelynn gathered her thoughts. Her conversation with Emily actually went really well. Katelynn had never told a friend about her diapers. It felt good to be open about them. A weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. The plane wouldn’t be in Japan for another eight hours. She decided to try to find something to watch. After a few minutes of browsing, she decided to watch an episode of a show about a transgender teenager. After a while, Emily sat back down. “Hey, I love that show!” “I’ve never seen it before, but so far I really like it.” “My sister and I watch it a lot. She’s transgender.” “That’s so cool. I’m part of the LGBT social group on campus, so a lot of my friends are trans.” “Yeah, she’s a little older than me. We get along really well. Especially since she transitioned.” “It’s so nice when people support you. My parents were awesome when I came out to them and it made so much of a difference.” “Are you gay?” “Yeah,” Katelynn replied. “Well, I guess I really am the boring one. I’m just a straight girl who wears panties instead of diapers!” Emily and Katelynn burst out laughing. “Damn, I was really hoping she was at least bi”, Katelynn thought to herself. “I don’t want to keep you away from your show. I’ll try to find something to watch, too,” said Emily. “Okay”, answered Katelynn. Katelynn continued watching TV, but a growing urge to poop was distracting. “Oh man,” thought Katelynn. “I was really hoping not to have to change on the plane.” But she knew she couldn’t hold it for eight hours. She was going to have to mess herself on the airplane, something she wasn’t exactly excited about. In such close quarters, it would be obvious, and she didn’t want to intrude on other people. And then there was Emily. There was no way Katelynn could hide a messy diaper from her. And what would she think? Peeing yourself was one thing, but how would she respond when Katelynn messed herself on purpose? Katelynn pushed the thought out of her head. She could at least hold it for a little while longer.
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    Well. It's been a bit hasn't it? Apologies for the inconsistent updating schedule. Oceans had to really focus on her exams, and I've been having some health issues that just made it hard to focus on writing. But never fear! The new chapter is finally here. Chapter 6: Diana I watch the young man scurry from my office, apologizing profusely in a shaky voice, his eyes wide. I drop my head into my hands, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration. The door to my office clicks as it opens and I glance up, to find my secretary entering. She raises an eyebrow and nods to the door. “Any reason that Jeremy was fleeing here like he stumbled into a bear's den?” she inquires. I shrug. “The reports in the Merion department have been coming up late, incomplete, or flat out incorrect. I was just explaining to Mr. Ross that this is not an acceptable quality of work and if he values his job, I’ll expect to see an improvement,” I explain cooly. “Miss Evans, Jeremy doesn’t even work in the Merion department. He’s local staff.” I frown. “Well why didn’t he say something. And who the hell is head of the Merion?” “Mr. Totlas. And I imagine that Jeremy didn’t say anything because he was terrified and unable to get a word in anyways. You’ve been a little….short of late with a lot of your employees, even your suppliers and trade partners are concerned about being in the same room. You’ve even snapped at some clients lately. Is everything alright?” I sigh. She’s right, of course. I’ve been short and distant and ill tempered the past three weeks. Clara’s still mad, or at least I can only assume she is; she hasn’t returned or acknowledged any of my calls or emails. I’ve apologized on messages and in writing at least thirty times. I’ve begged her to call me back. Nothing, no signs of life so to speak. I hate not knowing. Not knowing if she’s alright, if she’s remained unclaimed, if she hates me. I don’t know when or if I’ll ever get to see her again. I’ve thought about dropping by her apartment, but I don’t want to scare her off either, stopped looking at the cameras. Two ran out of batteries anyways and need to be replaced, not that I can do that now. Still, I’m not willing to admit these vulnerabilities to the woman in front of me, and I feel anger flare again. “I’m just tired of the lax in work ethic around here. This is a company, a powerful one, not a sloppy fast food restaurant or a slack environment and I want it to be treated as it should,” I snap. “Now leave me be, and get the head of Merion up here now, whoever it is...Give Mr. Ross the rest of the day off, paid, apologize for me,” I decide, figuring I should correct that error. The woman in front of me frowns, her jaw tightening, but she dips her head and turns to leave. “Of course, Miss Evans,” she replies. “Do you need anything else?” “No, that will be all,” I reply, turning my attention back to my work. A few minutes later, an older man with thick brown hair streaked with grey comes slinking in, his glasses pushed up too far on his nose. I don’t bother to stop working as he stands there. “You know why I’ve called you up here, Mr. Totlas?” I inquire. “The reports, I’d assume.” “Mhm. Tell me why it is that yours is the only department continuously delivering inaccurate and incomplete filing in an untimely fashion?” “It’s unacceptable,” Mr. Totlas admits. “You’re right, it is. So why is it happening?” “The last two months the majority of our department’s filing has been handled by interns and new recruits. Many of them are screwing up.” “That’s why it’s your job to oversee that things like this aren’t screwed up,” I reply evenly, lacing my fingers together and meeting his gaze evenly. “So oversee it. Find the problem and patch it. If someone needs to go, release them. If training is required, get it for your workers. I don’t care what’s done, as long as it gets done. The next report to pass through had better be on time and spot on, or the next chat we have will throw the word termination around. Now, go find out what’s going on in your department, Mr. Totlas.” “Yes ma’am,” he replies, leaving in a hurry. I sigh again, feeling no true pleasure in cracking down, but I’m not about to rewrite another report when I pay a whole team to do it right the first time. I nearly jump from my skin as my phone goes off. My personal line. I frown, glancing at the number and feeling my heart skip a beat. Clara. Without hesitating, I answer it. “Hello?” “Diana?” Clara’s voice is cracked, and I tense instantly. I can hear her shaky, heavy breathing. “Diana, I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what happened, for walking away. For ignoring all your calls...Please forgive me. I need you to forgive me, I-I need your help,” she whispers. My heart clenches and I nod despite knowing she won’t see it. “Of course I forgive you, Clara, it was me who was out of line anyways. What’s wrong, Clara, what happened?” I demand. “I, uh, I’ve been kicked out of my apartment,” she whimpers. “No warning. I came home today and all my stuff was being dumped in the corner of the parking lot. It’s raining and I don’t know what do, I have nowhere else to go.” I feel my heart skip a beat. She is in trouble. If anyone looking to adopt happened upon her like this. Homeless and in the rain would be an instant forfeit out of need. I take a deep breath, snapping into action. “Okay, it’s fine. Everything is going to be alright. I’m going to let you go and call a moving truck. We’ll get all your stuff sent to a storage locker where it will be safe until you’re back on your feet. I can be to you twenty minutes tops,” I decide, already starting to gather up my things as I speak with her. “Meantime, you gather up your things; clothes, personal items, anything you want to take with you rather than send to storage. You can stay with me for as long as you need to, okay? And Clara? Don’t let anyone bother you, alright? I’ll be right there and if anyone does hassle you, tell them…” I hesitate, hoping this won’t upset her. “Just lie and tell them you have a mommy who is on her way. I can take care of it from there. We’ve pretended before and we can do it again, alright?” Clara’s silent for a moment, then a hiccuping sob echoes through the phone. “Alright. Okay. Thank you, Diana. Thank you so much. I’m sorry.” “Hush,” I instruct. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. Now I’m going to hang up and call the truck okay? Just stay calm and collected, and everything will be fine, alright?” She’s still sniffly when I let her go. I find the number of a good storage company and place a call. Offering extra for them to get down to the address immediately and to listen to the Little there about what stuff is going and staying, I have it all arranged in five minutes. Dropping my phone into my purse, I grab my coat, putting it on as I practically fly from the office. “I’m leaving for the day and I won’t be taking any calls,” I say to the secretary as I pass. I arrive at Clara’s apartment building ten minutes later, having broken at least two traffic laws getting here, possibly three. I climb from my car, opening up my black umbrella and hurrying across the parking lot to where Clara has a blanket aloft, desperately drying to keep her books and some sort of gaming system dry. The movers are already here and loading the larger furniture into the large moving van. Reaching her, I hold the umbrella out to cover her as well and crouch down to meet her gaze. Her eyes are red and puffy, her violet hair two shades darker, dripping and plastered to the sides of her neck, and she’s shivering. I offer her a soft smile. “Hey,” I greet softly. “How you holding up?” Clara’s eyes water and her lip quivers as she clearly fights to avoid bursting into a fresh wave of tears. She chews her lip for a moment and sigh. “I’m okay, I guess. Thank you for coming; I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t come. I’m sorry, Diana,” she whimpers. I shake my head. “No, Clara, you don’t need to apologize. We both said stupid things. It’s in the past, okay? Now come on, let’s get you off the street and out of the rain,” I suggest. “This is the stuff you want coming with us?” “Yes,” Clara replies. “Is that okay?” “Of course,” I agree. I hand her the umbrella and gather up the cords to her gaming system first, returning for the few books and other less than waterproof belongings, getting them all packed into the trunk. The moving van is packed up and pulling away by the time I’m adding the last of Clara’s few personal belongings to the pile. Closing the trunk, I then lead her over and open the back door. It’s still illegal for a Little to ride up front or unelevated, so a thin cushion is resting on top of a phone book in the back. I help her up. “I don’t have a booster, but we can look into getting one. I figured you wouldn’t appreciate a carseat much.” “Thank you,” Clara whispers as she gets buckled in. I pause a moment to stare at her. Soaked and shivering, she looks beaten down. Forlorn and frightened and miserable. I wrap an arm around her, my own clothing steadily soaking through. “Hey, it’s going to be okay, I promise,” I assure her, giving her shoulder a squeeze. I close her door and open my own, getting settled. I turn up the heat, hoping to get some warmth back into us both as I begin to drive. Clara’s silent for a long while, and I occasionally glance at her in the rearview, just to make sure she’s okay. She’s a little fidgeting, playing with her sopping strands or wringing her fingers, but her head's bowed and she’s silent. Finally, after a long moment, she speaks. “Diana?” she calls softly. “Hmm?” “If...if someone had come along just then, before you got there…” She pauses for a shaky breath. “I was basically homeless and out in the rain. I know the laws, the clauses...that would have been it, wouldn’t it have been? There wouldn’t have been an out.” “No,” I confirm. “There wouldn’t have been. But it’s okay, because no one did come along and you’re alright.” “But it might not have gone that way,” Clara sighs. I glance in the mirror again to see tears welling up in her eyes. “I um...I’d like to wear that necklace now. If you still have it.” I smile softly and nod. Reaching into my purse with one hand, eyes still trained on the road, I remove the box and hand it back to her. Joy spreads through me as I watch her lift the necklace from the box, staring at it silently for a moment, before clasping it around her neck. The pendant rests just below her collarbone, and looks fitting around her neck. “I’m sorry,” she whispers. “For everything. I overreacted.” “So did I,” I agree. “I lost my temper and frankly, that had little to do with you. I’d had a stressful day at the office and then what happened at the mall scared me and I just...blew my top. It shouldn’t have happened. Friends?” “Definitely,” Clara agrees. Her hands come up to try to wring some water out of her hair, but it only splashes into her soaked lap. I shake my head and turn up the heat a little more, knowing she must be cold. “We’ll be home in about ten minutes, okay? I know you’re probably freezing, so when we get there, you can strip out of those soaked clothes and maybe get a warm bath? Wash away today?” I suggest. “I’ll get some laundry going; your things could all use a cleaning, having been dumped in the street like that. We’ll get you warmed up and settled in, alright? And I’ll make us some dinner; something warm and soothing after all this. How does a stew sound to you?” Tears water in Clara’s already moist eyes and she nods. “Great, actually. All of it sounds really great. Diana, I-I don’t understand...For the last few weeks, I haven’t even so much as wanted to think about you, much less return your calls. It was wrong of me, but still true...I wasn’t very nice to you. I got pissed off and acted horribly. And yet, when I call you, in need of help, you just jumped,” she whispers. “Why? Why were you so quick to forgive and now going through all the trouble?” I smile into the rearview mirror. “Friends fight, Clara; it happens to the best of us. If you let every disagreement drive a wedge into a friendship, then you won’t really have any friends at all. I’m quick to forgive because I care about you and want to remain your friend. Besides, I’ve missed you this past month. I’m just glad that you’re okay.” Clara nods and rubs at her eyes but offers no further comment, relapsing back into silence for the remainder of the drive. I pull up the rather long driveway to my home and kill the engine. Stepping from the car, my heels clack against the cobblestone of the driveway as I pull open Clara’s door and help the sodden child out of the car. She stares up at the house with wide eyes. “Wow...You live in a freaking mansion...how rich are you, anyways?” I can’t help but chuckle with amusement. Glad to see a little of Clara’s brazen spark returning. “It’s not that big,” I counter with a roll of my eyes. “Honestly, it was going to be modified into the rehabilitation center for my movement, but a better location opened up soon after, and I’d already become attached to this place, so I wound up moving in,” I explain as we climb the porch steps. I insert the key into the lock and push the door open seconds later. “You must have like a whole cleaning staff or something. Are there like servants and maids and stuff?” she inquires, eyes glassy with fantasy. I roll my eyes and give her a nudge. “Just go inside. Leave your shoes over the vent there to dry,” I suggest, waiting patiently as she strips off her coat and shoes. I lead her upstairs to the large bathroom. Clara gazes around the baby blue walls and powder white tiled floors. The bathtub is large enough to comfortably fit three or four of her lying down. Removing a special ladder stool from the closet, I open it and set one side inside the tub so she can easily climb in and out. “Leave your clothes outside the door and I’ll get them into the laundry. I’m going to go find you something to wear for after; I have Little sized clothing for in case I ever need to foster, so I certainly have things, but I’ll scrounge up something decently mature for you, alright? It’s just for tonight anyways while your laundry gets done,” I point out. “Take your time and just relax, okay? Holler if you need anything.” “Thank you,” Clara whispers, her smile bright and her shoulders relaxed for the first time since I’ve seen her today. She gently pushes the door closed. “I’ll leave some pajamas out here for you,” I inform her through the door. “Try not to stress out, everything will be fine, okay?” I make my way down the hall and slip into her nursery, staring around the furnished room. A massive part of me wants to put her down in the crib tonight, but now is really not the time. However, I feel like we’ve taken a huge step forward, finally jolted from a standstill. It won’t be long now, I can feel it, and it brings a wide gaping smile to my face. The idiotic grin doesn’t fade as I rummage through the drawers of her dresser for the least ‘offensive’ nightgown that I can find. I settle on a plain white nightie that will fall to her knees. There’s a little bit of silk lace on the collar, but other than that, nothing that screams babyish material. Folding it back up, I set it down on the floor outside the bathroom, collecting the discarded wet ones. Once the laundry is taken care of, I easily unload the car and open up one of the guestrooms for Clara, listening to the running water of the shower going as I walk by. Clearly she’s no interest in a bath, probably feels it too babyish. I chuckle and shake my head, my smile widening further. There’s only really one thought on my mind now. Soon.
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    Thanks for the feedback, everyone. Chapter 3 is a little shorter, but there is a natural break at the end. Chapter 3 Katelynn watched two more episodes of her TV show, all the while her urge to poop only became stronger. She looked over at Emily. She was watching what appeared to be a South Korean slasher movie. “Interesting taste”, thought Katelynn. Katelynn hesitated. She had never messed her diaper in such a confined space. She had never even worn a diaper on an airplane. She knew she would have to do so eventually, though. The only other option would be to take off her diaper and use the toilet, but in her mind it wasn’t even an option. “Well,” she thought, “I might as well do it now.” Katelynn began the process by wetting her diaper. She had been needing to go for some time, and a strong stream of warm pee made its way throughout her diaper. She felt her already wet diaper began to swell even more. After finishing, she paused a moment. “Ok, here it goes.” She shifted her weight ever so slightly. She began to push a large, firm mess into the seat of her pants. She needed to push hard to get the poop into her diaper. She saw Emily looking at her. Katelynn blushed a little, but continued to mess her diaper. She always thought messing when sitting down was a little difficult. Small quarters didn’t help the situation. After a few minutes, she was done. She finished her personal bathroom break by wetting her diaper just a little more. Already, she could smell the situation in her pants. Emily looked at her. “You okay?” “Oh…yeah. Just getting up to go to the bathroom.” “Are you…do you need to” “I just need to get out of this diaper,” Katelynn whispered. Even though Emily was being very cool with regards to her diapers, Katelynn still felt a little humiliated. “I’ll just come with you. I need to go to the bathroom, anyway.” Emily got up. Katelynn followed her. She needed to get her backpack. She felt her shirt ride up as she reached for her backpack, then felt Emily’s hand pull it back down to cover her diaper. When Katelynn turned around, Emily was giving her a small smile. Both girls made their way to the restroom. Unfortunately, the line was long. “Did you like your movie?” asked Katelynn. “It was okay. A little over the top.” “It looked…interesting,” replied Katelynn. “That’s one way of putting it.” Katelynn and Emily continued to wait in line. By this time, Katelynn was very conscious of the smell coming from her wet and messy diaper. A man a few rows ahead of her asked his wife if they needed to change their baby’s diaper. “Come on, hurry up,” Katelynn thought. A voice rang out over the intercom. “In a few moments, we will begin serving the first of two complimentary in flight meals. Because we need the aisles for the meal carts, we kindly ask that you return to your seats." Emily gave Katelynn a concerned look. She was smart enough to know that the smell wasn’t coming from a baby, it was coming from the her new friend. Katelynn and Emily made their way back to their seats. Katelynn felt her mess squish all throughout her diaper as she sat down, though this didn’t bother her. Her favorite part of pooping in her diaper was hanging out in it afterwards. Granted, she hoped to get out of her current diaper as soon as possible. The smell from her diaper was strong, but it wasn’t getting any worse. The only thing Katelynn could do was wait. “Hey, Katelynn,” said Emily, “did you really…you know…in your diaper?” Katelynn’s face was beet red. “Umm…yeah, I did.” Her mother always told her she was a blusher, and now she was showing it full force. “So you really do wear diapers all the time?” “All the time.” “Oh my god…that is so hardcore!” “I guess so,” responded Katelynn. “Wow,” she thought to herself., “Emily must be really open minded.” The meal cart reached them. “Hi, would you like Chicken or fish?” “Fish”, both girls responded in unison. They started to laugh. “At least we have one thing in common,” chuckled Emily. Over the next twenty minutes, both girls enjoyed their meals. After the meal cart came through once more to pick up trash, Katelynn motioned to Emily that they should get up and go the bathroom. Because the aisles had been closed for the meal carts, the line to the restroom was even longer than it had been. Katelynn and Emily were standing behind a Japanese boy and girl. They looked a little older than Katelynn. They were holding hands, so Katelynn assumed they were a couple. The girl was speaking to the boy in Japanese, so Katelynn couldn’t understand the conversation. She had on a bright pink backpack, which Katelynn thought was a little strange, considering the girl was in line to use the restroom. Katelynn had to stand in line so long that she wet her diaper for the third time. By now her diaper was soaked. She was glad she had decided to add a stuffer to her Bambino, it was certainly being put to good use. Katelynn and Emily made small talk to pass the time. Besides having a transgender sister, Emily also had a brother. Her parents owned their own business. They talked about Emily’s experience growing up with her older sister, and how her parents grew to accept their daughter. “It looks like we’re almost up,” said Katelynn. “Finally. I’ve actually had to go the bathroom the whole time,” she winked at Katelynn. Katelynn whispered in her ear, “I had to go the bathroom in this line, too, but I just went in my diaper.” Emily smiled. “Well, we can’t all be so lucky.” “I’d give you one of mine, but I don’t have many left.” “I’ll stick to panties, thanks,” laughed Emily. Katelynn looked up at the Japanese girl in front of her. Her presumable boyfriend was in the bathroom, so she was standing there silently. Katelynn noticed that her bottom looked larger than normal. She didn’t know if it was a diaper, she just thought it looked a little bigger than it should have. She didn’t like to jump to conclusions when she saw what could be a diaper under someone’s clothing. The boy came out of the bathroom, and the girl went into it. She was in the bathroom for several minutes, and Katelynn never heard the toilet flush like she had with other people. Katelynn thought it was plausible the girl was wearing a diaper. She had read an article recently saying that more and more Japanese women were wearing diapers out of convenience, so it didn’t seem so far fetched that someone would wear one on an airplane. “You’re next”, Emily said to Katelynn. Katelynn walked into the cramped airplane bathroom. She pulled down her pants and examined her diaper. It was completely yellowed, even parts of the front. She could see a bulge in the back of her diaper where her mess had settled. She pressed a hand against the back of her Bambino. Her diaper looked and felt very full. “Time to get to work,” she whispered to herself. She started by taking off her top. She was wearing one of her favorites, and she didn’t want to get it dirty. She readied several baby wipes. Once she was prepared, she started to undo the tapes on her diaper. Very carefully, she brought the diaper out from underneath her and set it on the ground. Slowly but surely, she cleaned herself as best as possible. When she felt sufficiently clean, she rolled up her loaded diaper and put it in a plastic bag in her backpack. She brought out another Bambino diaper and stuffer, and began to rediaper herself. Upon completion, she pulled up her pants, put her top back on, washed her hands, and gave herself a thumbs-up in the mirror. She flushed the toilet to make it sound like she had actually used it, then left the bathroom. Emily gave her a small thumbs up when they crossed paths. Now that Katelynn was in a clean diaper, she could actually try to enjoy the flight. She pulled out her phone, plugged in her headphones, and spend the next four hours sleeping while listening to music. She woke to the feeling of Emily tapping on her shoulder. “Hey, sweetie. You were out for a while. I didn’t want to wake you because you looked so cute, but the flight attendants are passing out snacks and drinks.” “Oh,” katelynn yawned, “thanks.” She knew immediately that she had peed during her extended nap. She could feel the wetness in her diaper. She normally did not have accidents, even after having worn for so long. She had no desire to lose control, so wetting herself on accident, even in her sleep, was a little disconcerting to her. Plus, she was down to her last diaper. She didn’t have enough room to bring a whole case of diapers, so she brought just enough get through the flight. She would restock when she made it to Japan. “What did you do while I was sleeping?” Katelynn asked Emily. “Just watched TV and a movie.” “Another Korean one?” “No, this one was French.” “Any better?” “Eh,” responded Emily. “Hi, ladies,” asked the flight attendant. “Do you want anything to eat or to drink?” “I’ll have apple juice”, said Emily. “And I don’t want anything to eat.” “Same,” answered Katelynn. Katelynn and Emily drank their juices and watched movies for the next couple of hours. “It looks like we’re almost in Japan,” Said an excited Katelynn. “I’m so pumped!” replied Emily. “Have you ever been to another country?” “Just Canada.” “I went to Mexico once on spring break, but I don’t remember much of it.” “Yeah, Canada isn’t exactly a spring break destination. I just went there on a class field trip,” said Katelynn. “Well, Japan is a good place to start.” “You bet,” Katelynn replied. She began to flood her diaper. Her already wet Bambino did it’s best to suck up this most recent inundation. She wasn’t worried about leaking, but she did harbor concerns about whether her diaper could last until she was able to buy more. “I really should have packed more diapers,” she thought. In her defense, she hadn’t planned on pooping on the plane and needing to change. Katelynn continued to pee her diaper for another thirty seconds. “You okay, Katelynn? You kind of spaced out there for a minute.” “Oh, sorry,” Katelynn replied. “Did you…umm…wet your diaper?” “Maybe…” Katelynn giggled. “I thought you might have. I’m getting better at this whole diaper thing. Speaking of that, I am about to burst. I’ll be back in a minute.” Emily headed for the bathroom. Katelynn picked up an in flight magazine. She wasn’t really interested in what they had to offer, but she didn’t have much else to do. After ten minutes of flipping through pictures of overprice perfume and watches, she looked up at the bathroom line. Emily was about halfway through. Just then, the same overhead voice rang overhead. “Ladies and gentleman, the last round of meal service will be making it’s way through the cabin shortly. We ask that you please return to your seats until the completion of the meal service.” Katelynn saw Emily slump her shoulders. She came back to her seat. “That sucks, I have to pee so bad.” A few minutes later the meal cart came around. This time both girls had a Japanese noodle dish. Half way through their meal, the plain started to bounce around uncontrollably. This continued for a couple of minutes, when once again the overhead voice came on. “Ladies and gentleman, as you have probably noticed, we have encountered a bit of turbulence. We ask that you stay in your seat until further notice.” “Oh, come on,” Emily said angrily. By this time, she had her legs crossed and was squirming even more than before. “I don’t think I can make it much longer.” Katelynn saw that Emily was squirming in her seat. “This is why you should wear diapers,” Katelynn said with a little smile. Emily responded with a laugh, but Katelynn could tell it was more of a nervous laugh. With difficulty, Katelynn observed, Emily finished her meal. By this time, Katelynn could tell Emily was desperate for the bathroom, but the plane was still in turbulence. “Ladies and gentleman, an…ah…update on our flight situation. We’ve encountered a rough patch of turbulence that is just taking a while to break clear of…so we’re going to ask that you remain in your seats a little while longer. We’re trying to clear this up as soon as possible. We appreciate your cooperation.” “Seriously, hurry up,” Emily yell-whispered. She was obviously flustered. Katelynn could see her face had turned red and she looked nervous. She was bent over with her legs crossed. “Well, maybe we could talk about something to try and distract you?” suggested Katelynn. “Umm… I guess.” Emily responded. “Have you ever played two truths and a lie?” “Yeah, I like that game a lot.” Emily smiled. Katelynn could tell she looked a little less stressed, if only slightly. “Ok, great. I’ll go first,” Said Katelynn. “Umm…I’m an only child…I’m allergic to peanut butter…and… I have a pet tea cup pig.” Emily thought a moment. “The pet pig is a lie, for sure.” Katelynn laughed. “No, I actually do have a tea cup pig named Rosey. But, I am not allergic to peanut butter. That would be sad. And I’m an only child.” “Huh, okay,” Said Emily. “My turn. I have to pee really badly, I speak Hungarian, and I can play the guitar.” “Well, I can’t imagine you speak Hungarian, you obviously have to pee, and you’re a music major so guitar isn’t that far fetched. I’m going with lie: Hungarian.” “Nope, my grandparents are from Hungary, and they watched me a lot growing up, so I can actually speak Hungarian, as odd as that sounds. And I can’t play guitar.” “So, you have a pet turtle? That’s cute.” “Yep, his name is Rex.” “Ahhh, Rex and Rosey should have a play date!” exclaimed Katelynn. “Oh, they should!” Emily began to laugh. Then Katelynn joined in and both girls laughed for several seconds. “Uhhh…uhhh…no, no, stop,” interjected a distraught Emily. “What’s…oh,” responded Katelynn. But it was obvious what was happening, even though Emily didn’t say so. Katelynn could see a large wet patch begin to appear on Emily’s pants and seat. She had lost the battle, and now she was peeing in her pants. Even before she finished wetting herself, Emily began to cry. Katelynn could see small streams of tears rolling down her face. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” exclaimed Katelynn. “It was an accident,” Emily mumbled through tears, “It’s just the bathroom was closed for so long. Ugghhh…what am I going to do. I don’t have a change of clothes in my carry on because, as strange as it sounds, I didn’t think I would piss myself on the plane. This sucks.” I’m sure we’ll figure something out. It’s not that noticeable.” Katelynn tried to comfort her friend, but in all honesty, she didn’t know what to do. It was blatantly obvious that Emily had peed her pants, and without a change of clothes Katelynn didn’t know how to resolve the situation. “It’s pretty noticeable, Katelynn, but thanks for trying to make me feel better. I guess maybe I should have taken you up on your offer for a diaper, after all.” Emily tried to smile. “Well, at least you have a jacket with you. You could just wrap it around your waist.” “Yeah. But I’m still going to have to be in wet clothes for a while.” “Ladies and gentleman, we seem to be through the worst of the turbulence, so we have turned off the seat belt sign. Feel free to get up, stretch you legs, use the bathroom. Though, please note that we our about 30 minutes out from Tokyo, so we will be beginning our decent shortly.” “Huh, perfect timing,” scoffed Emily. “So, what do you want to do first in Tokyo.” “Well, we don’t have orientation until tomorrow, so we’re free all day.” “Yeah.” “First thing first is you changing into new clothes. And we should probably drop off our luggage at the dorms. And, sorry for TMI, but I am wearing my last diaper, and it won’t make it much longer, if you know what I mean. So I need to go buy some. After that, I say we explore the city.” “That sounds like a plan to me,” responded Emily. “Great. Also, do you still want to be roommates? I wanted the single room, because, you know, the whole diaper thing. But, since you already know about it, there’s really no reason not to room together, if you still want, I mean.” “Yes! I would love to,” smiled Emily. “Ladies and gentleman, we are now beginning our descent. We should be in Tokyo very shortly.”
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    This part is true. Years ago there were more than a few cloth diaper services that catered to adult incontinence. In Baltimore, we had two competing businesses (one is still there). Once in a while, I'd get up the nerve to inquire about the service. I remember calling Cotton Bottoms and having a nice woman extolling the virtues over the Attends I was then (or at least I told her I was then) wearing. I never got around to actually ordering it (though I did get close right before I moved from town). I'd do it now in a heartbeat. Anyhow, this conversation led me to write a story on the old alt.sex.fetish.diapersusenet group. I just dug it up. Unlike some of my other stories, [That site] doesn't seem to have exploited it in his alleged "public domain" archives. So, you won't find this one unless you go looking through ancient google archives...or of course, you read it here: --- Here I was, about to make the big step. I had prepared myself by wearing attends continuously for about two weeks. I also had sent off for and received realistic pull on plastic pants. My kitchen cupboards contained baby food and bottles and such. I had been eating this and drinking milk from the bottle when I was home throughout the preceding weeks as well. There it was in the Yellow Pages. "Adult Diaper Service for Incontinents" I noticed the street address was the same as the "Cotton Bottoms Baby Diaper service." I dialed... "Hello. I was interested in finding out about your service." "We provide 100% cotton diapers in a couple of different styles. These are laundered in our own facility, and we return the same diapers to you each time. We pick up and deliver weekly. Is this for you?" "....Umm, yes." "OK...what are you doing now." "I'm using disposables, Attends." "Oh, that's too bad. And expensive too. How many do you use in a week." "About 36." "OK...we can bring 36 cotton diapers to your door for just $12 a week." "That is cheaper." "OK let me check my schedule, where do you live." "Out on 38th street, west of Center Street." "We service that area on Wednesdays. I can come out and get you started tomorrow if you like, around 10." "That would be fine." "OK see you then." My heart was racing; I was finally going trough with it. Well, the next day I was going to be ready. I went out and bought some diaper pins and another box of wipes. The next morning, I got up and had breakfast, some baby rice cereal and a bottle of milk. I had already gotten the pins and plastic pants ready. Now having completed my breakfast, I had to go, so I proceeded to wet. I then remembered it was almost 10. I ran into the bedroom and pulled a pair of shorts on over my Attends, just as the doorbell rang. An attractive blond woman appeared at the door carrying a large box. "Hi, I'm Gwen from the service." she announced. I invited her in. She set the box down and pulled out a diaper pail. "I apologize for the decorations on this. We share these with our sister company that does the baby diapers. Now as I said, we have a couple of different styles, and I have samples here. She opened the lid of the pail, and sure enough, it had a number of things in it." She looked around for someplace to unpack the pail onto and decided to use the dining room table. I had gotten my new plastic pants and pins out to look at them but had forgotten to put them away. That was OK, but horrors, I had left the breakfast stuff out. There were the remnants of the cereal, the emptied bottle, and a bib on the table. "Uh, you're one of those. I thought so. Don't worry we service a lot of people like you. Sit down. Let's get started." Fortunately, she took it all in stride and cheerfully set about her descriptions which set me at ease. "Many people prefer these medipants. These are a double absorbent panel shaped in a brief done up with snaps. The outside is coated with a waterproof shield..." "However, I see you have plastic pants and pins here. Our other product is these pinnable diapers. Just a large version of plain baby diapers. Is this what you had in mind?" "Yes." "OK..I'll leave you some of the others as well. Do you want to try these right now? If you want I can change you." My heart raced. Gwen was not unattractive, and she was offering to change me. "Ok, but I'm wet." "No problem, She reached into the stuff she had brought. We provide a complimentary changing pad to new customers. Lie down over this." she said as she set the pad down on the rug. I did, and she pulled off my shorts and undid the attends. Carefully folded it and set it aside. She then took one of the wipes and cleaned me off, causing me to go quite hard. She seemed to be enjoying this." She then pulled out the diapers and pinned me up. She then took a pair of the plastic pants and slid them up. She was quite efficient with the operation, only needing to say "tushie up" at the appropriate times. "There! You'll find these better than the Attends. What do you do with these?" She said holding the sodden disposable. "There's a covered can in the bathroom," I said and picked up my shorts. "You don't have to put those back on on my account." She said. So I didn't. She came back and told me about the service and billing and gave me her card to call if I had any questions, and said that she would be checking up in a few weeks to see how the service was suiting me. "Personally," she said, with a smile. -END-
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    Christmas came and went. I did get my laptop, so I was happy. Right after the new year, I got a large package from Danielson. In it was a course catalog, information on housing, financial aid, my selection of a major, and how to sign up for first semester classes. There was a lot to take in. Kim, Kaitlyn, and I discussed housing. It sure would be nice if we could be together, though we didn’t know how to accomplish that. One item in the package was a form that had to be filled out by a doctor after a physical exam. I showed it to mom, and she said she would call for an appointment with our family doctor. A few days later she informed me it had been scheduled for Wednesday afternoon. Everything was moving along fine, and then it occurred to me. I’d have to take off my clothes at the doctor’s office. I went to my dresser and dug through the drawers. I could have sworn I had one last pair of underpants hidden there, but alas I couldn’t find it. My mother must have finally disposed of even that last set. I’d have to go wearing a diaper. My mother drove me to the office, and after a brief wait, I was shuffled into the examining room. My mom stayed behind in the waiting room. The nurse told me to get undressed down to my underpants and then left the room. “Well here goes,” I thought. I kicked off my shoes and took off my shirt. I unfastened my pants and dropped them to the floor. I piled everything up on the chair and sat down on the examining table in just my diaper. It felt very embarrassing to be sitting like this. A quick knock and the nurse returned to the room. She had me stand on the scale and computed my weight. She moved the bar to the top of my head and noted my height. She directed me back to the table and took my blood pressure and pulse. She scrawled all these down on a form and finally dropped it on the table and said the doctor would be in shortly. I was dumbfounded. She didn’t mention the diaper or even bat an eye. Did kids come in wearing diapers all the time that it wasn’t a big thing? A few minutes later the doctor knocked and entered. I’d been going to Dr. North for as long as I could remember. “Hello, Jason,” she said. “Hi, Dr. North,” I tried to say casually even though I was sitting there in a diaper. She started into her exam. She looked in my ears and mouth. She listened to my back and chest. She had me lay back, and she pressed on my chest and abdomen. Was she going to ignore the diaper, too? I got my answer. “Could you explain this?” she said pointing to the diaper. I swallowed and told her about having the accident in school last year and that after taking the class in summer school, I was required by the school to wear a diaper and that my parents decided that if I had to wear them to school, I might as well wear them all the time. “I see. So, you’ve continued to have accidents?” she asked. “No, just the one,” I replied. “And the school makes you wear a diaper for one accident?” she said confused. “That just got me into the remedial toilet training class. The fact that I failed the continency test at the end was what sealed my fate.” “Then you did have another accident,” she said. “Well,…” I started. I swallowed hard. I couldn’t come up with a good lie. I’d just have to tell the truth and see where it got me. “I failed it on purpose.” “Why?” “There were two girls in the class. We became friends. They were going to have to keep wearing diapers, so they wanted me to do so, too.” “They must be some girls,” the doctor said with some amount of astonishment. She asked me more questions about my use of the diapers and my use of them. She asked if I could remove the diaper and I did, and she prodded and examined me down there. “Finally, she said I could get dressed.” I taped the diaper back in place and got my clothes on. The nurse came back and handed me my completed medical form to send to Danielson. She said I could go out front and wait. My mother was talking to the doctor. Was the doctor going to tell Mom what I told her? Mom came out and we headed home. She made no indication that anything had changed. I guess the doctor maintained my confidentiality. Had I dodged a bullet?
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    Sorry this one wasn't as long as the others, but I plan on adding another chapter on Friday to make up for it. Two chapters in one week instead of just one chapter. The Unlikely Couple (Part 14) The wait wasn’t long. Brynn settled herself into a very roomy loveseat in the parlor, away from prying eyes. It being their first time, Brynn was too nervous to breastfeed Jaylene in front of others and she was certain that her little one would be equally mortified. The parlor had a calming atmosphere, making it the perfect location for what was to come. While Brynn situated herself, Jaylene stood somewhat awkwardly nearby, not sure how to feel about all this. One thing was certain: she didn’t want to suckle her former life partner’s breast. Granted, her lips had been there many time before, but this was altogether different. This lacked the intimacy and eroticism. Now, it was simply a necessity; a source of sustenance for Jaylene. Now that Lucas gave her the shot a few minutes ago, she would depend solely on this to keep herself from starving to death. They explained that her body wouldn’t be able to handle “grown up food” and that attempting to eat it would result in a very upset stomach. This bothered her greatly; she would never again know the taste of a succulent ribeye steak or the mouth-watering texture of pizza. No, all she would ever taste would be the milk produced by Brynn. She couldn’t believe she agreed to this, but there was no backing out now. The shot was given and it was quite permanent. Besides, she had broken Brynn’s heart enough over the years. She saw that now and she wasn’t about to break it again. “Okay, baby, come on up here with Mommy,” said Brynn with a nervousness in her tone. There was a split second of hesitation. There was nothing in the world she wanted to do less than suck the milk from Brynn’s breasts. She summoned up every ounce of bravery she had and walked toward the loveseat. Brynn leaned forward and helped her climb up; yet another embarrassment she had to suffer. “Why don’t you put your little feet and legs over here and lie down on your side so you’ll have easy access?” Jaylene flung her legs to the side and lowered her upper body so that he face was next to Brynn’s right breast. While she was doing this, Brynn unbuttoned her top and freed her large breast from the confines of her lacy red brassiere. There it was, practically staring Jaylene in the face, no more than six inches away… one of the two nipples that would forevermore be her only means of pabulum. The body part that was once a source of sexual excitement for her took on a more intimidating visage. Its entire complexion was changed by its new function in her life. Brynn sensed her hesitation and placed her hand on the back of her baby’s head, gingerly bringing it closer to her nipple. The nipple was now slightly saturated with a drop or two of milk. Jaylene almost went into panic mode, but Brynn’s soothing voice calmed her down. “It’s okay, Baby Jaylene, there’s nothing to be afraid of. I want this to be beautiful for us both.” Letting her muscles relax, Jaylene stopped resisting the gentle nudge. Her lips met the protruding nipple. Despite the fact that she had had the nipple in her mouth numerous times in the past, it was an altogether foreign feeling, as if she had never done it before. Still, she pressed on and latched onto it, not quite sure what to do next. “Good girl,” said Brynn softly. “Now just start sucking. Everything’s fine, okay?” While Brynn’s nipple was quite large, Jaylene had to use her tongue to assist her in sucking on it. At first, it felt as if nothing was happening, but then she felt liquid squirt into her mouth. She swallowed just as she was supposed to. It took several more squirts before the taste was apparent. It was far more pleasant than she had feared, with a creamy flavor that almost reminded her of vanilla. It was certainly sweeter than regular milk and had a zest that was similar to the taste of nuts. Encouraged by the surprisingly good flavor, Jaylene continued to feed. “I want to hear you suckle nice and loud, baby girl. Can you do that for Mommy?” There was something in her voice that surprised Jaylene even more than the taste of the breast milk. Brynn was getting aroused. Everytime she became turned on, her voice took on a sultry, almost-breathless timbre… and that’s what was happening now. This confused Jaylene, but she obeyed and suckled slightly louder. She didn’t want to humiliate herself by going crazy with it though. “No, little Jaylene. Louder. I want to hear you suckling louder. You’re a baby now and I need to hear it; I need you to accept that you’re my baby now. Louder!” It wasn’t a voice of bossiness; it was almost like desperation, like someone trying to speak while mid-orgasm. Not wanting to disappoint or anger Brynn, she sucked up her own dignity and amped up the volume. She could hear herself making the noisome slurping sounds, which turned her cheeks red with embarrassment. “Louder, baby girl. Louder.” She went all out this time. Jaylene was relatively sure anyone in the next room would be able to hear these noises. At this point, all she cared about was making her Mommy proud of her and doing what she was told. She noisily gulped down mouthful after mouthful of her rich breast milk. She could even hear Brynn panting a little. Was this really getting her off? It became more and more difficult to get milk from the breast until the proverbial well ran dry. Taking a deep breath as if she had been running a marathon, Brynn spoke in an exhausted fashion. “Let’s… switch breasts now, Jaylene.” With a bit of help, Jaylene moved up a little until her mouth was in the right position to clamp onto the nipple of her left breast. Judging by the speed at which she helped situation Jaylene, it was a safe bet that Brynn was indeed in a hurry for the feeding to continue. Her mouth was locked on and she carried on suckling. She hoped she could get away with doing it more quietly this time, but a sharp smack to her thickly diapered butt rained on that parade instantly. Back to the loud noises. Jaylene could hardly believe she had been reduced to this. She was once a proud, strong woman who did whatever she wanted whenever she wanted, without concern for anyone else. And here she was now, laying on her former lover’s lap, busily sucking her nipple in order to avoid starvation… all the while wearing a crinkly baby diaper, fluffy dress and tights. Yet at the same time, she was starting to see that the way she treated Brynn during their relationship was selfish, so perhaps this was exactly what she deserved. Maybe by allowing Brynn to be her mommy, she could somehow make up for it and bring her happiness---true happiness---for the first time in a long stretch. Finally, the second breast rand dry. About three-fourths of the way through, she was fairly sure Brynn had an orgasm. Up until that point, she had been panting a little, making little gasping sounds. Then came a very deep breath and some tremoring of her body. Brynn had tried to obfuscate it, but Jaylene wasn’t fooled. After the orgasm, Brynn was quieter but still panting. All Jaylene could think about wa that she was able to bring her pleasure, something she hadn’t been able to do in a while for various reasons (drunkenness being the primary one). This made her happy. After the breast milk was dry, Brynn just wrapped her arms around her baby tightly, not even bothering placing her breast back in the bra. She produced a little pink wash cloth and wiped the corners of Jaylene’s mouth and her chin where milk had dribbled. With that done, she resumed the snuggling. She never wanted to let her little one go. They sat there for at least fifteen minutes in total silence, savoring the moment; savoring their newfound closeness. While it wasn’t exactly the kind of closeness Jaylene wanted, it was still very special. What neither one realized is that both of them had tears trickling down their cheeks. They weren’t tears of despair or sadness or even fear. They were tears of happiness; tears of togetherness. Something happened during the first feeding and it wasn’t just Brynn’s orgasm. Something happened that fundamentally changed their relationship. There was to be no more pretending; no more delusions. They were now mother and daughter. The beautiful silence was broken by a growling sound coming from Jaylene’s stomach. And then another. The little girl’s eyes got big at the sudden realization that the pressure on her bowels could only mean one thing… that she had to poop.
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    The Unlikely Couple (Part 13) What a day it had been. So much had happened in such a short amount of time that it almost felt like a dream. What a massive difference 24 hours can make. Brynn and Lucas spent several hours working on the nursery. They painted the walls a soft and delicate shade of pink and all the trim was painted white. The new crib was set up aside and the other bits of furniture were brought in as well, such as the chest of drawers and changing table. Shyla had dug out a beautiful antique rocking chair from their mansion and asked Dante to lug it over to be included in the room’s decor. They planned to decorate the walls once the paint was dry, but that would have to wait until the next day. And she just about couldn’t wait to hang up the adorable curtains with princesses on them. That, too, would have to be a project for the following day. By the time Shyla gave Lucas a call on his cell phone to let him know supper was ready, both he and Brynn had worked up an appetite. “The baby is still asleep,” Shyla informed Brynn as they walked through the door. “I just checked on her a few minutes ago. She must have been completely tuckered out.” “That reminds me,” Brynn exclaimed, “What ARE we going to feed her?” “Well, sweetheart, that’s up to you,” said Lucas casually. “You could let her eat adult food but maybe cut it up into small pieces to reinforce that she’s a baby, or you could have her eat baby food. There’s a company here in town that makes special baby food designed to fill adult-sized babies up and give them all the nutrients they need. The final option is to follow in Samantha’s footsteps and breastfeed her.” “She said your son gave her a shot for that, right?” “That’s correct. Alexander’s formula works beautifully and almost instantly. He can give Jaylene a shot that will allow her to exist solely on breast milk too, if you’d like to go that route.” “Samantha said it helped with bonding. Is that true?” asked Brynn, not sure whether to believe it and hoping for a second opinion. “Without a doubt,” replied Shyla. Brynn looked to be deep in thought for thirty seconds before piping up. “Okay, let’s do that then. As stupid as it sounds, I find it comforting that I’ll be giving her all the sustenance she’ll ever need.” Shyla smiled warmly. “That doesn’t sound the least bit stupid. I think it’s beautiful.” With that decision being made, Lucas fetched Alexander, who was exuberant to be utilizing one of his many inventions. He was a good young man without any of the evil exhibited in his father. Sure, his mind had been warped a little by Lucas’ manipulations and child-rearing techniques, but there was simply nothing vile about him. He loved that his vast intelligence produced tools, serums and other gadgets made an impact on people’s lives. And he equally loved talking about the ins and outs of his creations, despite the fact that it was all very much over everyone else’s heads. Usually, his family just nodded and smiled, pretending as if what he said made any sense to them. Poor Miracle would run out of the room as soon as it looked as if he was going to go into one of his long-winded spiels. If he ever figured out they were placating him, he didn’t show it. For all his brainpower, he could sometimes be oblivious. Alexander gave Brynn the shot, but it was decided to wait until after the meal had concluded to give it to Jaylene. The adults could have their food and then they could deal with the baby, just as it should be. During supper, Brynn gleefully filled the Buck family in on the heart-to-heart she had with Jaylene when she put her down for her nap earlier. They seemed genuinely delighted and happy for them. Brynn had never felt happier in her life than she did at that very minute. Moreover, she felt like a part of the family. Before, she had felt so alone in the world in terms of family. Her own family was the pits, aside from a few members, such as her aunt in California. But now, things were different. So very different. What a massive difference 24 hours can make. After supper, the table was cleared and Brynn went upstairs to wake up Jaylene. A part of her was afraid that Jaylene would wake up with her old attitude back in place; a fear that made her blood run cold. She was tired of the confrontations, the drama and the constant fighting. All she wanted was a peaceful life of taking care of her baby until the end of time. “Wakey-wakey, baby girl,” Brynn said in the most soothing voice imaginable, sitting down on the edge of the bed. She had to gently nudge her, though, to get her to the “waking up” stage. Her little eyes were scrunched shut, even though the light in the room was off, and she emitted a big yawn while stretching her arms out above her head. “What time is it?” Jaylene asked, obviously disoriented. “It’s almost seven o’clock. You’ve been sleeping like a log.” She stroked her baby’s hair gently. The disorientation kicked in full-bore at that point. She lifted the covers and looked at her attire, finding herself in the thick diaper and tights. It looked as if she was going to panic. Perhaps she thought it had all been a really wacky dream or nightmare. But when she saw that it was very much real, she calmed down. It all came back to her; the events of the day, their big, tearful talk… everything. Brynn continued to comfort her, making her feel safe and secure. She could hear her stomach making strained noises. She was either hungry or in need of a bowel movement, but she didn’t draw any attention to it. “Everything’s going to be just fine, sweetie. We just need to get you up so you’ll still be able to sleep through the night.” Jaylene struggled to get out from beneath the blankets, prompting Brynn to help her by pulling her up and onto the floor. She looked so cute standing there in nothing but her diaper and tights. Her pacifier had evidently fallen from her mouth while she slept. Jaylene was visibly embarrassed, yet didn’t make a fuss as the dress, minus all the petticoats, was put back on her. The shoes were buckled back on as well. “Let’s see if we can find your paci, baby,” Brynn said as she searched the blankets. “Tan’t I go wiffout the pacifiewr?” she asked hopefully, remembering to babytalk as instructed. ‘I’m sorry, little one, but I really think it’s best if you got used to it early on, okay? Jaylene cast her eyes to the ground and said, “Otay.” “Ah! There it is!” Brynn announced. “It was hiding under your pillow.” She picked it up, stepped into the bathroom to rinse it off and came toward her baby. For her part, Jaylene opened her little mouth and accepted the large bulb. With that, she scooped Jaylene up into her arms and held her close. The baby buried her face into her shoulder, just like a real baby would. Brynn was so proud of her. Within a minute, they were downstairs. Everyone greeted her warmly when they walked into the living room. The whole family was there, which made Jaylene feel very shy and ashamed of her new state. She kept her head buried. “Can you tell everyone hi, Jaylene?” It was the last thing she wanted to do. Talking and acting like a baby was shockingly easy for her when she was alone with Brynn… but in front of a bunch of almost-strangers? That would be much more difficult. She balked, before being asked again. Knowing that her mommy wasn’t going to stop bugging her, Jaylene raised her head up slightly and, around her pacifier, said, “Hewwo, evewybody.” The humiliation wasn’t lessened by everyone fawning over what she had just said. All she heard was a chorus of things like “Isn’t she just the cutest?” and “She really is the perfect little baby now that she’s behaving.” She didn’t like it, but she chose to endure it nonetheless. She made a promise, after all… and she had broken so many promises to Brynn in the past, so she was determined not to add another time to the list. Brynn sat down and placed Jaylene on her knee, facing her. “Okay, now Jaylene, we need to talk about something very important.” Jaylene didn’t want to engage in yet another big talk. The first one drained her completely and she was certain it would just end with a new method of humiliation for her anyway. Brynn looked a little nervous, which Jaylene rightly assessed that it meant this was going to be a major, major thing. That scared her. “As you know, we have a lot of things to figure out moving forward. This is all new territory for us and it’ll be a while before we develop a routine, you know? But one of the things I had to settle on was your nutritional needs.” Oh, man! Somehow, Jaylene had a pretty good idea where this was headed. Ever since she asked samantha all those questions, she could feel it in her bones that she wanted to breastfeed her. Damn it! “I decided that it would be best if I fed you my breast milk… exclusively.” Yep. There it was. Then it hit her that she said “exclusively”. It was hard to speak clearly with that pacifier in her mouth, but she spoke up anyway, “Excwoothivewy?” Shyla nearly stepped in to give Brynn, who was clearly nervous. Lucas could tell what was going through his wife’s mind and put in hand on hers, shaking her head in the negative. She got the message. He knew this had to be Brynn’s moment. “Yes. Alexander created a formula that makes it so that you can live on breast milk alone. He already gave me the shot that allows me to lactate.” Lucas was impressed that she kept her composure in spite of her nervousness. Jaylene’s dismay was written all over her face and Brynn took immediate action to halt it. In a consoling tone, she explained, “Sweetheart, I want us to be closer than we’ve ever been and in ways we never dreamt possible. This is that way. I want to be your provider in every possible sense of the word. Knowing that I give you the ‘food’ that keeps you alive and healthy will make me the happiest woman on earth. Will you give me that?” Now Lucas was REALLY impressed. He didn’t think she had it in her. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he could have come up with something better. Okay, he finally concluded, he probably could have, but that was masterful. He loved the turmoil it caused within Jaylene. He could feel it washing over his body like a cool ocean wave. It was refreshing, nurturing, orgasmic. He drank it all in. Every drop. Meanwhile, Jylene was stymied. She had no idea how to answer this. Really, it wasn’t a question. It WAS, but it WASN’T. Not really. Brynn had already been given the shot to make her produce milk, so it’s not like she was truly asking her if this was okay with her. Her instinct was to refuse, but she remembered the promise she made. Furthermore, throwing a tantrum about it would only lead to another sore bottom and it was still sore from the last spanking she received. No, there really was only one answer. “Yeth, Mommy. That’th otay wiff me.” Brynn knew that she didn’t want to do it. It was evident in her body language and reluctance to answer. But she was fine with that for now. She just had to show her how beautiful and fulfilling it would be and she’d come around. At that moment, it hit her: within minutes, her new baby girl, the woman who had mistreated her throughout most of their relationship, would be suckling milk from her breasts. She would NEED her just for survival. That thought awakened something in her; something maternal and wondrous; something powerful and alive. Coming to Preston was the best thing that ever happened to her… to both of them.
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    Kaitlyn and I were doing are usually weekly run of the diaper donation bins and returned to see Kara. I had grabbed my diaper bag to run into the bathroom to change. As I emerged, Kara handed us envelopes. “I’ve finished your letters of recommendation,” she announced. “Great,” I said. “We can mail off our applications to Danielson now. I’m hoping this will help.” “Good,” Kara. “You’re good kids, and I’d like to see you get in.” I called Kim, and she said her application was ready to go. I swung by Kim and picked her up. I gave her a kiss as she got into the car. Kaitlyn did, too. I always am struck by this when it happened, and I guess I was staring. Kaitlyn said, “Alright, you can have one, too,” and kissed me. We headed over to Kaitlyn’s house, and she ran in and got the rest of her application and came right back out. We drove over to my house. “Hi, mom,” I announced as we came through the door. “We’re finishing up our applications to Danielson and are going to mail them.” “Great,” my mom said. “Anybody need a change?” I told her I’d just changed at the diaper center, and Kim declined, but Kaitlyn sheepishly raised her hand. She admitted she had been wet but didn’t like changing in public bathrooms. My mom led her off. We laid out our application, our letters of recommendation, essays, and checks on the table. Kaitlyn returned, and we took turns checking over each other’s paperwork. It seemed like it was all good to go, so we started stuffing the envelope with everything. We addressed them, and I handed out stamps. We put two on each envelope just to make sure. “Let’s drive down to the post office and mail them,” I suggested. The girls and mom approved, so we headed out. We took a selfie of us dropping them into the box and then hugged and kissed for a good long time. “It’s out of our hands now.” “What are we going to do for spirit week,” Kaitlyn asked. “What’s there to do?” I replied. “Well, there’s dress up day, jersey day, school color day, and pajama day,” Kim counted off on her fingers. “And seventies day,” Kaitlyn added. “I guess I could wear a jacket and tie on dress up day,” I said. “I don’t have a tux.” “What about pajama day?” Kim asked. “Well, I’m not wearing that nightie, if that’s what you are getting at,” I said indignantly. “We could wear our long sleepers,” Kim suggested. “I’m not sure I want to do that,” I said. The next week came around. Monday was dress up day. I got my jacket and tie on. It took a few times with the tie to get it right. I headed over to get Kim. She came out in a real pretty dress. “That looks nice,” I said. “Yeah, and it’s long enough that my diaper’s not going to show. I have pantyhose on, too.” I reached up under the skirt and gave her silky thigh a squeeze. She mock swatted my hand away. We got to Kaitlyn’s, and she came out wearing a tux. Well sort of. It was too large for her, and the pants were cuffed way up, and so were the sleeves. “What’s that?” Kim asked. “My dad had this in his closet. It’s a little big.” “Looks cool,” I said. The next day I wore my black and gold number nine jersey of Drew Brees, my favorite quarterback. I picked up Kim, and she had an oversized Yankees shirt. “I took Kaitlyn’s idea and raided my dad’s closet.” We got to Kaitlyn’s, and she came out wearing a normal white t-shirt that had something printed on it. “What’s that?” I said pointing at the decal ironed on the front of it. “A map of New Jersey. Isn’t this Jersey day?” We all laughed. On seventies day I just wore an old polyester shirt taken from my dad’s closet. Thursday was pajama day. I hadn’t really decided what I wanted to do. After I had got out of the shower, my mom was waiting to diaper me. I was surprised when she pulled a cloth diaper under me. “Shouldn’t I wear a disposable,” I asked. “Not today,” she said. She then held out my sleeper, and I got the idea. I was going to school like I slept every night: sleeper, cloth diaper, and plastic pants. As she zipped me in, I knew I was stuck using the diaper unless the girls could arrange to unzip me before and after. I picked up the girls, and sure enough, they were dressed in the same way. We got to school, and with great trepidation, I got out. However, walking down the halls, I didn’t feel too bad. There were lots of girls and even a few guys in one piece pajamas. Of course, most of them didn’t have feet on them that I could tell. At lunch time we sat together, and one of Kim’s friends came over. “Don’t you guys look like a set in your matching PJs,” she said. We all laughed. She looked at mine. “Don’t you have a hard time getting that zipper down?” she asked. “Yeah, I usually have help.” “Must make it hard getting to the bathroom…unless you’re wearing diapers underneath,” she said jokingly. She swatted my rear end as she said it. Then she reached out and felt my rear again. “Oh, my gosh, you are, aren’t you?” I turned red. I’d never been caught out at school before. Kim slid over and started whispering something into her friend's ear. Her mouth opened wide. Kim continued talking for a minute. She stood up, and her friend stared at her and timidly reached out and touched her and then jerked back. “Oh my gosh,” was all she could say and ran off. “What did you tell her?” Kaitlyn asked. “I explained that the school was making us because of accidents last year. Don’t worry. She won’t tell anybody else. I tried to feel more at ease. In science class, I had to pee, and I knew there was no practical way that I could use the toilet, so I wet myself. After school, I made my way through the building to my car. I saw Kim’s friend again. She was staring at me. More specifically, she was staring at my crotch. She came up to me and looked around to see if anybody else was looking and game my crotch a squeeze. “Is your diaper wet, baby boy?” she asked The redness of my face gave her the answer. “Well go get Kim to give you a nice change,” she said and patted my butt and then she was gone.
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    Chapter 2 All For Violet The Square Rose turned out to be a tasteful edifice of glass and steel in the Sunrise City CBD. It was sheltered from the busy intersection it overlooked by an awning emblazoned with the graphic of a white rose. On top of that, it was also enormous; Flynn had to crane his head back just to glimpse the crown of it's whopping three floors. He couldn't help but marvel that an unemployed bum from Hearth could possibly find himself dining with Cecil Winters in a place as elite as the Square Rose. It seemed preposterous that such good luck could fall in his lap...and yet, here he was, without a single cause for complaint. Well. Except for one. "You're sure he's going to pay for lunch?" The single cause for complaint sounded dubious. Violet's face was as sceptical as if her husband had just attempted to sugar-coat blatant lies by calling them alternate facts. "You know as well as I do that this is totally out of our league." "He said he'd buy the both of us lunch, and then we could take or leave some proposition." Flynn squeezed his wife's hand, grinning like a loon and looking this way and that. A vase of flowers adorned each and every table, and peering through the window he could see that the waiters were all dressed in tuxedos. A chandelier hung in the middle of the room, and elaborate tapestries turned the walls into exhibits. "Jeez, this is unreal, Vi. Can you believe this?" "I can believe it. That's the problem." She snatched her hand away, and when he turned, he found his wife shaking her head. "In case you've forgotten, Flynn, we're littles. People like Cecil Winters do not offer littles business propositions, they force business propositions, and by the time the little realises they're in too deep to decide hey, maybe this isn't too hot an idea, it's too late to change anything." She was positively glowering now, and had her wrath been directed elsewhere, Flynn might have found it adorable. Violet was too cute to be truly menacing. "You're not stupid, Flynn, even if you insist on acting it," she finished, equal parts exasperated and frustrated. "What in the world makes you think this is a good idea?" His smile didn't falter, but on the inside Flynn sighed. Skepticism was all he'd heard from his wife since they'd rushed from the beach to change out of their swimwear, and as warranted as it is, Violet's complaining had well and truly worn thin. "I have a hunch," was his honest reply. "A hunch?" His wife's hands found her hips. A passing pair of in-betweeners gave her an odd look, and she sent them on their way with a venomous glare. She turned it on Flynn before he could so much as see their reaction. "You're risking my holiday, marriage, and adulthood on a hunch?" He shrugged helplessly. "I want to hear him out." The expression on Violet's face could have struck fear in the heart of Death himself. Maybe. "Flynn, why are you doing this?" Violet's eyes were wells of frustration, and Flynn realised he genuinely didn't know what to tell her as he plumbed their depths. A big part of it was simply that in the short time he'd spent conversing with Cecil, the man had treated him as an equal. This was something he'd later realised was a rather incredible feat for a giant; how many people Cecil's height treated littles like they weren't three years old, after all? The man had opened with a indulgent quip or two, sure, but it hadn't been at Flynn's expense. When you got down to it, Cecil had been nothing short of respectful, and that alone had opened Flynn's ear to whatever it was he had to say. Another part of it was greed. Who wouldn't want to hear out a business opportunity with someone rich enough to wipe their nose with hundred dollar bills? The last part - the only part, really - was Violet. But how do I tell her that? "I think it's a good idea," was his belated response, thinking of all the hours he'd spent wasting away at home over the last six months. Flynn reached for his wife's hand again, and when she waved him away he took it by force. He ignored the look of disgust on her face and made for the door. Dead weight greeted his attempt to manoeuvre her. "You should trust me more, Vi." "You haven't given me much reason to trust you this last year, Flynn," was all she said. Her hand vanished from his grip. "You should think of that before asking any more of me." With that, she gave him a final, searching look before turning tail and marching away down the street, leaving him alone to ponder the implications of those parting words. * The waiter standing just inside the entrance was an Amazon. He had a handlebar moustache that made Flynn think of Saturday morning cartoons, and his hair was so thick with product he might as well have worn a helmet to work. A jangling bell cried out as Flynn passed through the door, but the man was so engrossed in whatever it was he had atop his podium that he failed to notice. The height difference did little to help. How's that for customer service. "Excuse me?" The man jolted awake and searched the air before him, smiling abashedly and shaking his head. It took him a long moment to even consider glancing down, and when he did his face lit up like Christmas. "Hello there, little sir!" the waiter exclaimed. His voice was one generally reserved for young children. "I didn't see you down there. Is your mummy around?" Flynn bit his tongue. "I'm here to see Cecil Winters." The man's psychopath smile went on unperturbed even as he crouched down to the little's level. Flynn was immediately treated to the scent of a fine cologne he himself could only dream of affording. "That cannot be so, my little friend; I was told to expect two little friends, not the one." He glanced over his companion's shoulder, and upon seeing that the smaller man was alone began to frown. "You are all by yourself," he re-affirmed, speaking seemingly to himself. "I met with Mr Winters at the beach this morning," he explained stiffly, noting the waiter's eyes questing somewhere over his shoulder. After Violet's dramatic exit before, he wasn't in the mood to be handled with kiddy gloves, and when he spoke it took some effort to keep his voice level and polite. "And he told me to meet him here. I'm just following orders." "My little friend - " "Look, pal, my mummy isn't going to walk through that door no matter how long you stare at it." Flynn crossed his arms and glared daggers at his antagonist. "She's dead. Has been for years. If you're done wasting our time, I'd like you to take me to Mr Winters." The waiter looked offended, but for the first time Flynn glimpsed uncertainty, too. This was confirmed by a mumbled "perhaps there's been a...a misunderstanding," and then the smaller man found his hand ensorcelled in the powdered grip of his companion's. Well-dressed heads turned to watch the waiter walk the troublesome little through the restaurant, and out of concern of drawing more attention to himself Flynn simply let nature take its course, half-walking and half-stumbling in the doorman's wake. They paused only long enough for the elevator to arrive, and then they were away once more. Cecil had reserved the entire balcony of the third level for himself and his daughter. The Amazon watched, bemused, as Flynn was dragged through the restaurant and more or less dumped at his feet. "What has the poor boy done to deserve such a fate, Len?" He was still in the same shorts he'd worn at the beach, and although he'd found a shirt to wear, the richest man in Sunrise City still seemed horribly under-dressed for the Square Rose's lofty standards. "When I said bring him up to me, I didn't mean literally bring him up." The waiter - Len - didn't seem perturbed by the rebuke. "You said there were two," he explained haughtily, looking down his nose at Flynn all the while. "He was alone. If he's one of those protestors from that camel organisation, just say the word and I'll - " "You can rest easy, Len. This is the right little." Cecil flashed his pearly whites the way a dealer dealt a hand of cards. "Your concern is appreciated, but all is well. You may leave us now." For a second, Len simply stared. When it became clear that truly was all Cecil was going to say, he nodded stiffly and uttered a polite "Sir," and then he was gone, disappearing back the way he came. Flynn didn't fail to notice the confused look the waiter sent his way before he vanished. The sight made him smile. Teaches you to jump to conclusions, he thought smugly to himself. Dick. "He's right, you know." Cecil was balancing his daughter upon his knee, and as soon as his hand went to play with her hair, Flynn abruptly realised he knew her face. Little Miss was the poster-girl of her father's enterprise, the darling little who had taken the country by storm with her adorable antics in Cecil's advertisements. She was wearing a poke-doted, pinafore dress the same colour as her eyes - a deep, verdant green that made Flynn think of elfin creatures frolicking in the woods - and her hair was tied into pigtails with crimson bows. Polished mary-jane shoes encased her feet, and the seat of a puffy, disposable diaper poked out from beneath the hem of her dress. She regarded him with frank fascination as Cecil continued, "There were two of you, were there not? You and your lady friend. I invited her too, in case - " "She's my wife, not my 'lady-friend.'." Flynn shook his head, as much to correct Cecil as to break eye contact with the girl he knew only as Little Miss. It was hard to miss the intelligence that sparkled in those emerald eyes, and he suddenly found himself regretting ignoring Violet's warnings. Maybe he'd over-estimated Cecil's character earlier. "Her name's Violet, and she's my wife. She was...um, busy." That amused Cecil. He threw back his head and laughed boisterously. "I'm sure she is," he agreed with the voice of one who believed no such thing. "I can't say I'm surprised; most littles I ask out for lunch have a habit of being 'busy'. It's lucky they all have legitimate emergencies to attend to, or a man is like to take offence one of these days." Cecil continued to play with his daughter's hair, and despite the humour in his voice, his colourless gaze was decisively cool. "To be honest, I'm surprised you didn't come down with a serious affliction of business, Flynn." Maybe I should have found something to be busy with. "I said I'd come, didn't I?" Flynn smiled nervously, looking from Cecil to his daughter and back again. Neither's face betrayed the thoughts they hid. Unsure as to how to satisfactorily excuse his wife's absence, he finished lamely, "Violet's not feeling too well right now, that's all. She's gone back to the hotel to rest for a while." Cecil snorted. "You're going to need to be a better actor than that, my boy. I've been around this block a time or two." The Amazon turned his attention to the girl on his lap, and he removed his hand from her hair only long to pat her thigh. "Perhaps you should introduce yourself, Princess," he prompted. "Give our guest a moment to climb out of this hole he's digging. You're being awfully quiet as it is." "It's 'cause I was listening." Little Miss' voice was the soprano to her father's baritone, and had its patterns not been modelled on that of a very young child - she missed the first syllable of 'because' and middle syllable of 'listening' - Flynn might have thought it was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. She slid off Cecil's lap, tucked her right foot behind her left, and proceeded to perform a perfect curtsy for her guest's benefit. "Hi!" the little girl that wasn't a little girl squeaked. Her hands disappeared behind her back and her feet came together with a plastic clack. "Daddy likes to call me 'Princess' - and most people call me Little Miss - but my real name is Aurora!" Did...did she just curtsy? "Nice...nice to meet you, Aurora. My name's...uh, Flynn." He shook his head, once again questioning the world his eyes were presenting him. He wouldn't have picked Aurora any younger than twenty-five or twenty-six, and yet here she was simpering like a little girl. On one hand, Flynn found it oddly sweet; on the other, this was a grown adult he was talking to. "I've seen you on TV." The comment drew a smile to Aurora's lips. "It's because I'm the cutest girl ever," she explained. Her pigtails bounced like golden bungee cords as she nodded. "Daddy says they only let the cutest girls on TV, and I'm the cutest of them all. That's why you know my name even though you're just some stranger that Daddy brought to lunch." "The girl's right," Cecil agreed sagely. "Always is." "I'm not meant to talk to strangers, but Daddy's a grown-up and can talk to whoever he likes. That's why it was okay for him to tell the bad man last night to go away but I had to stay inside and watch through the window when Daddy wasn't looking." Aurora didn't seem fazed by the double-standard - she used that same matter-of-fact voice she'd used to proclaim herself the cutest girl in all of existence, as if any other scenario violated the very laws of nature. "Daddy said he was one of the paprati and he wanted to put my face on his website to drag my name through the mud. I'm too pretty to have my name dragged through the mud. If I was covered in mud my hair would be all messy and then I wouldn't be the cutest girl ever and I wouldn't be on TV and strangers wouldn't know my name. They'd probably think I was a dirty little girl who needs to get her bum in the bath. Daddy says I can't be the cutest girl on TV if I'm a dirty little girl who needs to get her bum in the bath, so I had to stay inside where the paprati couldn't see me. Do you think I'm cute, Flynn? I think you're cute, even if you're a stranger." She blushed. "Do you want to be my friend? We can play with Sunny and Ronny together. They're my pet unicorns, but only I can see them. They're married and Sunny's gonna be a mummy soon." "Close your mouth, my boy." Cecil's voice seemed to come from a great distance. "I'm going to get the wrong idea if you keep gaping at my daughter like that." "It's 'cause I'm cute." The amount of exasperation in Aurora's voice left no room for modesty. "You talk far too much, Princess." Cecil kissed the crown of his daughter's head and swept her back into his lap. He ignored the pout it earned him and instead turned back to Flynn, who promptly hurried to retrieve his jaw from his ankles. "I'm awfully sorry," Cecil said with a smile. His hand resumed playing with Aurora's hair. "Her tongue has a habit of running away with all those littles I invite to lunch. Why don't you take a seat? Perhaps we can talk some business." "Sh - sure," Flynn managed to stammer out. He glanced at Aurora, scarcely unable to believe a grown woman was capable of expulsing such mindless driven...and was even further taken aback when she then winked at him. Shaken and confused, the little gulped and clambered into the seat opposite Cecil. "I'm not much of a business man," he warned his companion. "I don't even have a job at the moment." "If a world-class resume was required for this position, I wouldn't have offered it to a stranger I stumbled upon at the beach." Cecil's teeth glittered like stars. "No, Flynn. All I need from you is your co-operation, your patience...and your face." "My face?" "Indeed." Cecil leaned forward, his eyes alight with hunger. "My company specialises in designer clothing for female littles, as I'm sure you know. We're currently in the process of opening a new line for male littles, and I want you, to be our poster-child." He dropped the bomb-shell with the casualness of a man noting the day was rather warm, and for a long moment, Flynn could only stare. He wants me to model? He raising an incredulous eyebrow, waiting for his companion to drop the punchline on him. This is a joke. Surely. But Cecil simply stared back, waiting for his answer. "You're not serious," he answered at last. "Deathly so, my friend." "You want me to model?" He glanced at Aurora then, sure that she would be the one to let him into the joke, and it was only then that the implications of Cecil's offer began to register with him. I'm being offered the same job as her, he abruptly realised. His stomach lurched sickeningly. I'm being offered the same position as the woman in tights and a diaper. Oh my god, Vi, what have I got myself into? "Of all the littles on the planet, you want me to model for you?" "I do." "Why?" "Why not?" Cecil shrugged nonchalantly, as if it were perfectly normal to ask a stranger with zero modelling experience to front a multi-million dollar business. "Auditions are scheduled to start early next week, this is true, but I knew you were the one the instant I saw your face. You have a boyish charm about you that is surprisingly rare in littles your age, Flynn. You have no beard, no stubble, no jawline to speak of. Your hair is as silky as a child's, and if you don't mind me saying so, you have just the right amount of pudge to be endearing." The Amazon sucked in his teeth and shook his head. "It is true, I could find a younger man with these traits," he admitted. "I might have some luck with that. But most littles that age have their hearts set on gaining independence in a world keen to deny them it, and as you may imagine, they want nothing to do with an enterprise such as mine. I'm not the type to force a little to do something against their will, and as such I must look elsewhere. It is very important to me that my employees are willing participants in my undertakings. As much for my peace of mind as for PR." People like Cecil Winters do not offer littles business propositions, they force business propositions. "So I can say no?" Flynn braved to ask. He'd rebuked Violet's criticisms earlier, but he still found himself surprised by Cecil's seeming benevolence. The man was turning out to be something of an oddity amongst Amazon-kind, and the little wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. "I'm free to do that? "Of course you can say no. You can stand up and leave anytime you wish; who am I to say otherwise?" Cecil shrugged again. "However, you will be passing up an opportunity that does not come about every day. You'll be one of the most famous people in the country, Flynn. You'll be a household name. You'll have more modelling agencies knocking at your door than you know what to do with...and, most importantly, you'll be one very, very wealthy little. All for what amounts to a week or two's work." The Amazon gave his daughter a gentle push, and Aurora slid to the ground. Her shoes clicked audibly as they came in contact with the ground. "Give Flynn the thing we discussed earlier, Princess," he said gently. "Go on now." Aurora made the short trek around the table, and in her hand was a tiny slip of paper. Flynn stared at, not daring to believe what he thought that might be. "That's not - " he began uncertainly. "Oh, it is," Cecil confirmed. He waved his daughter on with his hand, and Aurora passed the cheque to her guest. Her lips were curved into a knowing smile as he took it from her. "And that's only half the amount you'll receive for your time with me. This is simply a gesture of my good will." Flynn unfurled the cheque. His heart skipped a beat. What have I got myself into, Vi? "You'll find that I'm a very, very rich man, my friend." Cecil grinned at the expression on the little's face and settled back into his seat. "And I reward those who earn my thanks lavishly." No kidding, the little thought feebly. He found himself reading and re-reading the number before him over and over again, as if it might disappear if he looked away. That's...that's more than Vi earns in a year. He thought of all the nice things he could buy with an account full of zeros. There'd be no need to scrounge together pennies to afford holidays, at the very least. They could afford to travel the rest of the country, not just the Dawning Isles, and they'd be able to go home with money still in the bank. Violet could buy that new car she'd wanted; hell, she could buy all the cars she'd ever wanted, and she could have them at no expense to herself. After footing the entire bill for this trip, she'd surely appreciate that. That made it worth considering alone. He thought of the job itself. Could his pride survive being paraded before the entire country in outfits that would make a toddler proud? He glanced at Aurora, at her dress and her diaper and her hair and all the things that only minutes before had turned his stomach. Could he really reduce himself to...to that? Had he been presented with the offer an hour ago, he'd have said no out of sheer principle...but an hour ago, he hadn't had a slip of paper in his hands that might as well have been made from solid gold. Could he degrade himself the way Aurora did every day on national television? Cecil had said it was only for a week...that wasn't so bad, was it? Most of all, he thought of Violet's parting words to him. You haven't given me much reason to trust you this last year, Flynn, she'd said. He could still see the disappointment in her eyes, could still feel his gut plummeting as she turned away. You should think of that before asking any more of me. And with that, Flynn thought he knew what his answer was. To be continued in Chapter 3: Happy Wife, Happy Life
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    9.) It was two hours before the woman appeared in the room, a mug of coffee in one hand as she approached — Luzy was still laying in the bed, her eyes a little heavy, but not asleep. She'd just been staring at the ceiling, sucking on the pacifier, faint contentment framed by warm cheeks in the same muted pastel as the onesie she was clad in. So content, in fact, that the would-be babysitter didn't even react to the woman’s approach. Not until she spoke, and even then, barely. "Such a good girl, relaxing for once." I sat up. When I'd gotten the ability to sit back up again, I wasn't sure. I guess I hadn't tried. The diaper beneath me crinkled and I tugged the pacifier out between my lips. I wanted to be angry, but I didn't feel angry. Really, I felt… relaxed, like the woman had said. I tried not to blush as deeply as I was. "…this was uncalled for…" "Actions have reactions, ebb and flow — and you're very good at ignoring the former and denying the latter. This was perhaps the most called-for thing that has happened to you lately.” It wasn't until the girl was like this, wasn't until she was laying there, in a diaper, contented by it and not infuriated by it, that the woman knew how much Luzy needed her help. It was obvious now. Obvious and clear. "I think you should let me leave, now…" The woman didn't even bat an eyelash. I crossed my arms over my chest, over the onesie, over the cloth that concealed the diaper. I just wanted out of these clothes… "This was not in my contract. And unless you want to be in more trouble-" One hand gently ran across the side of Luzy’s cheek, through her hair, fingers separating strands, and the girl involuntarily leaning into the motion. Just as the woman suspected. "It's time for breakfast, come along — no fussing, now." It was now at the point where the woman didn't need to be stern, not overly so, her words were simple and directed, expecting cooperation, like a mother talking to a child. "H-hey!" She was in the door frame, and I showed the first real signs of panic since I'd noticed the girls in the crib. "I'm not going out there…" She was one thing, this woman. She was clearly used to messing with her charges. I was her employee. I understood that. But those two girls… "If you fuss, your breakfast will go cold — I've had your favorite prepared; french-toast with fluffy bread." Maybe it seemed like magic, the sort of magic that children just assumed adults capable of — in reality, it was a simple benefit of the connected culture of the modern world. It made this a lot easier than it used to be. "How did you…" She just smiled down at me. I bit my lip and looked down at my bare feet, at the diaper hidden by the onesie. She had my phone. Clearly, she got the information off my phone… "…let me change first, please…?" Please? She'd forcibly drugged me! She changed me without permission! That's like, abuse or something. Without pause or ceremony, the woman ran two fingers up Luzy’s bare thigh, almost… seductively, or it would be in any other case. In this case, those fingers pierced the seal of the onesie, and the elastic legband of the diaper beneath, and slipped inside. A diaper check. "You're dry, so there's no need for a change." Luzy's cheeks were red, and they went red when she was furious. But this… this wasn't the same as that. This was red for a very different reason. "Hurry along now." The woman stepped out of the room. I couldn't even breathe. How… how dare she! She… she couldn't just… ugh! What a horrible… I sighed. No matter how much I tried to get angry at her for it, I just didn't feel like I could. I'd done diaper checks hundreds of times, and it was just as innocent. It didn't make the blushing any easier… I climbed up and stepped up to the door, peering outside. No one else… so I followed behind the woman. "I am still the babysitter of those two, and I don't want them seeing me like this." "Well if you keep dawdling, they might well finish breakfast before you even get there, missy." It should have been encouragement to take more time, but the woman spoke the way any parent to their child when enticing them to hurry themselves up. That was how confident she was. Of course, that confidence didn't come undeservedly — she was quite good at this. "Quicken up, now, take my hand." I reached up, but stopped short. I didn't take her hand. I froze, biting my lip, and let her take two steps further before stopping herself. I looked down the hall, a couple feet away, where the door to the kitchen was. I heard the girls making sounds. I quickly shook my head, dropping my voice to a whisper. "I am getting changed." "I'll have you changed when your diaper is wet." Absolute. Non negotiable. And those two words, along side each other. Your diaper. I'll have your diaper changed. The woman didn't choose her words accidentally, not ever, and certainly not now. "Your french-toast is going to get soggy, baby-girl, stop making a fuss." I opened my mouth, ready to protest, but my words caught in my lungs. I was frustrated, sure, and I was angry, but it didn't quite reach my mouth the way it should. I clenched my fists - about as high up as the anger could rise - and looked at the woman as seriously as I could, still talking in a whisper. "I am not going out there. I will not be looked down on by those girls, by my charges. I imagine you understand that, right?" "If you don't wish to be seen as a petulant brat, then perhaps you'd do well to stop acting like one. Neither Anibella nor Ister will look down on you. If anything, they will respect you more now for not making a fuss. Of course, you're doing very well to spoil that visage, aren't you?" One of the balled-up hands was taken by the woman, and it took little resistance to unfurl it and take hold, encapsulating her fingers like a mother would a child at the mall. She held my hand, even as I pulled away, and with a light tug, I was following behind her into the kitchen. She was right. Fighting wasn't going to help. I needed to just act normal. Act natural. But I couldn't. As she led me into the kitchen, my cheeks were crimson and I couldn't look up from my feet.
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    Author's Note: I have always been intrigued with the idea of asking for discipline. As a child I tried once to get my mom to start spanking me again, and as a "little" i know that proper discipline is one of the ways I feel loved. This is just a short story for now, but if others are intrigued by the same wants and needs; and have ideas for how it could continue, let me know. Old School Mom I came home from school to find my Mom sitting on my bed holding a large wooden-hairbrush I had not seen in quite a few years. "Uh... I'm home." I stuttered nervously. "Welcome home, now go ahead and take those clothes off for me." Mom replied gently. "Wh...wh...why?" "I talked to Brian today..." Mom began, and I immediately understood and started to undress. "He told me about your last session and your need for more attention from me." It was true. Since Dad had died I had been feeling unloved, in part because I was no longer spanked when I was bad and was allowed to get away with more than even I knew I should. To me, that meant mom didn't care if I was good or got in trouble! And yeah, I had given Brian, my therapist, permission to talk to my mom about my feelings, but hadn't really expected him to mention the spanking thing. "I...I meant when I was bad!" I stammered when I was down to my underpants. "Did you make your bed this morning? Brush your teeth? Take the trash out?" Mom had me dead to rights. "Okay," I tried one more time. "Starting now, I'll be good!" "Great! And starting now I'll remind you WHY you better!" Mom reached out and pulled me closer to her, and pulled my underpants down. With them still around my ankles she pulled me over her lap and started spanking my bare cheeks with the hairbrush's solid oak backside. Each slap stung more than I remembered, and before long I was kicking my legs and crying out for her to stop. "Hold still or I'll get Daddy's old frat paddle" I settled immediately, not wanting the dreaded paddle I had experienced just once before. I tried to go limp and take my spanking like a big boy, but tears streamed down my face and I cried like a baby as she thoroughly reddened my butt. When it was finally over she pulled me up into her arms and hugged me tight; and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm sorry I haven't been the mother you need. She whispered into my ear. I nodded, unable to speak and cried into her shoulder, both from the spanking... and the emotions of the moment. "Now then," Mom said after several minutes. "We're not quite done here." "What?" "Mom picked up my underwear that I must have kicked off my ankles during the spanking and held them up. They were yellowed and obviously damp, and there was no mistaking the smell of stale urine. "I haven't seen undies in the laundry for days, and with your dribbling you know better! Do you remember the punishment for little boys who can't seem to handle their potty needs properly?" "No Mom, I'm too old!" I cried. "Too old to be sitting in soiled panties all the time... I agree. Now lay down." I continued to cry, but did as she asked and covered my face in shame as I heard that familiar sound of a 'Youth Disposable Brief' being unfolded. "I don't want to wear diapers!" "I know sweetie. I know." Mom assured me, but all the same she slid the diaper under me and quickly wrapped me in it. "But what you want and what you NEED isn't always the same." Mom pulled me into another hug as I cried. "I'm sorry Mommy." I sobbed. She assured me it was okay, and that she would help me be the man she knew I could be... one day. "Now, do your homework and straighten up this room for Mommy so I don't have to put you back over my lap today, OK?" I nodded as she gently pushed me away and got up. "Good boy. Mommy loves you very much, and I won't forget to show you that again!
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    part 3: Kept Jeremy was exploring the house again, his diapers rustling loudly underneath his cute bunny pajamas. The spooky parts of the house did not bother him as much anymore, but he still stayed away from the bathroom. He had gotten used to his new routine now. It was still embarrassing for him to constantly be in an infantile state, especially in front of such a beautiful woman, but the boy never had this kind of affection from the opposite sex before. Giving up his dignity for this real emotional connection was worth it to him. Val seemed to be getting something out of this too, clearly fulfilled by having him there to care for. Perhaps he reminded the witch of her late lover? Whatever her reasons for keeping him, Jeremy wasn't going to fight it. For now he accepted his role, but there was still a nagging thought in the back of his mind. His silly male ego couldn't let go of the thought that he was still in a submissive position. It's not that Jeremy wanted or even thought he deserved more out of this relationship. He liked to think he was a modern man with modern ideas, but it was hard to shake the influence his father had on him. His father gave him certain ideas about what makes a man. Jeremy heard the front door. Val had come home! He scurried down the hall to greet her in the foyer, almost running on all fours as he stumbled forward. Val beamed happily at the excited boy's greeting. She held a heavy looking box. She set the box down on the middle of the floor. "I have a surprise for you. I thought maybe you might be missing your modern creature comforts." Val pulled a CRT television from the box. It was bulky and looked like it came from the late 70s. She then pulled out an old video game system and cartridges. "Huh? Yes? Isn't this fun? Now you have more toys to play with!" Jeremy looked at all this stuff, which was older than he was! Still, he appreciated the sentiment, and no girl had ever given him a gift before. He really was happy to have the gift. He hugged Val and she let out a laugh, ruffling his hair. While she had the boy clinging to her she went and pulled open the butt flap to his pajamas and checked his diaper. It was wet, but did not warrant a change yet. She clasped the flap closed again. "Why don't you set it up? I'll get your bottle ready and start making lunch." While the technology was ancient and not what he was used to he did kind of miss having something like this around. Besides, the games on his phone weren't much different from the old games people used to play on cartridges. He actually found himself having fun hooking the television and system up. He wondered if there was some kind of special store witches got their things from. For that matter, what was Val doing whenever she left the house anyway? As he played the game he thought about how he never found his backpack or his phone. He then began thinking about how he would broach the subject to Val. What was going on in the outside world since he came to this witch's cottage? When he glanced over his shoulder he saw Val approach him with a warm bottle of milk. She pushed the bottle into his mouth, holding it for him. He put down the game controller and held the bottle in his hands. Slowly he rose to his feet, holding onto the bottle and sucking down the warm milk. It settled his stomach, relaxing him. Jeremy watched Val going back to the kitchen. He waddled after her, following her. Val looked behind her as she came into her kitchen. "Did you want to help Mommy?" she asked in a sweet tone. Jeremy blushed a little and shrugged. "Well you can just keep me company I guess. There are a lot of sharp and dangerous objects here that only grown ups should be touching anyway." She pulled out a little stool and had Jeremy sit on it. Sitting on the short stool made Jeremy lower to the floor causing him to have to crane his head up to watch Val. Even though it was hard to see from his low position he got to witness Val using her magic to cut and dice vegetables. "How come you use magic for some things but not for other things?" Jeremy asked, holding his bottle in his lap. "I just do." Val stated with a shrug, "It all comes down to my preference. I was mortal once and there are some things I like doing the old fashioned way because it connects me to that part of myself." She looked down at her adorable baby boy. She patted him on the head "It's a grown-up thing. You'll understand some day." "I understand!" Jeremy pouted a little, his voice coming to a squeak. This made Val giggle and blush. She thought that pouty response was really cute. "Alright mister smarty pants, let's get you into the dining room." She picked up Jeremy, carrying him to his place at the table. She took out a bib with a picture of a black cat on it and tied it around his neck. Sitting down at the table she ate with Jeremy quietly. Jeremy thought now would be a good time to ask about his personal effects. "Mommy," he started, figuring he could butter her up with the handle, "Where's my backpack?" "Eat your food." Val didn't even look up from her plate. "But Mommy..." Jeremy whined a little. "I want my phone, and my clothes, and-" "Eat." Val narrowed her eyes at Jeremy. Defeated, Jeremy goes back to eating his food just like Val told him. He did not want to disobey or disappoint her. Whenever Valdis got angry it made Jeremy actually feel like he was being a bad little boy. He wasn't a troublemaker or anything, but he couldn't remember the last time he took orders from someone so readily. The whole reason he ran away was so that he wouldn't have to listen to anymore authority figures. Now here he was, accepting this subordinate role. Part of him was actually enjoying it too. After the meal was finished Val used the bib around Jeremy's neck to wipe his face clean. She then gathered the dishes and brought them back to the kitchen to be cleaned. Jeremy followed, waddling a bit along the way. He stood in the kitchen, watching as Val cleaned up. Her expression was blank, not really showing any anger, but she did not seem happy either. "I'm sorry, Mommy..." Jeremy mumbled. As he stood there he felt himself helplessly releasing pee into his diaper. He was only aware of what was happening until the stream was already going. He looked down at the crotch of his pajamas and listened to the faint noise of his piddle hitting the inside of the cloth. He knew Val could probably tell he was urinating. It was pointless to stop now so he let the full force of his pee stream into the diaper. It felt a little awkward to be peeing on himself after such a tense moment, but it's not like he could help it at this point. He let out a sigh as he felt the stream ebb and then stop. Val finally looked down at him. "I did not mean to yell. It's just rude to speak while eating. You should also always listen to me because I know what is best for you." The woman spoke down to Jeremy, so sure of herself. "You need to trust me when I say that everything I do for you is for your own good." Jeremy looked down at himself and then nodded. She did save his life. She could have left him to die. She could have possibly eaten him too. He heard that's something witches do. "I could give you your phone, but then I'd have to send you away. I would have to take the enchantment off of it so that you could actually use it. If someone were to track you here and find me, well, let's just say people do not have a good history of being understanding... especially when it comes to witches." She held the kitchen counter top as she spoke. She took a deep breath and the continued. "Either you will end up going away or I will. Is that what you want? I thought you were happy here. You called me Mommy." Jeremy started feeling a little guilty now. He hadn't thought about what might happen if someone tracked him down here and found the witch's home. "I really didn't mean to offend you." Jeremy spoke after a while of silence. "I want to be with you. I was just wondering what my old friends were doing back at home. If it would cause that much trouble I don't think it's worth it. I'd rather just leave my old life behind." Jeremy was sounding pretty mature in that moment. It was a little hard to take him seriously knowing he had a wet diaper on under those bunny pajamas. Val finally smiled. She let out some nervous laughter. "I am not keeping you here against your will, Jeremy. You may go any time you wish, but if you do then you may never come back here." She stared at him with her crimson glare. Her eyes watered slightly. She clearly did not want him to leave her. She opened up her heart to a new boy after so many years. Jeremy was wising up to this. He called her Mommy and made a commitment. If he were to back out now it would be too cruel. He reassured the woman with a big hug, his head nuzzling just under her chest. Val hugged her boy back. She then grabbed his butt, squishing the wet diaper against him. "Care for a change, or do you want to finish filling your diaper first?" "Um. I d-don't... feel like I need a change." Jeremy blushed as he said this, basically admitting that he wanted to stay in his wet diaper for longer. The amusing exchange did ease the tension somewhat. "Well now, how about you come with Mommy on her walk today?" Val beamed. "Okay, sure!" Jeremy's face lit up as well. He was going to get to see where the woman went on her daily outings, or at least see one of the places she wandered off to. "Oh, but first, let's get you dressed. I made some modifications to your old clothes." Val seemed excited. She proudly lead the boy to her bedroom. She pulled up clothes from the closet. His old jeans were now like a toddler's overalls with an expanded seat so they would fit over the diaper. His T-shirt now had a patch sewn on it of a cute baby bat. She got Jeremy out of his pajamas first, folding them neatly and then stuffing them into the closet once again. Then she began to dress the boy, pulling on his socks first. She then tugged the shirt over his head before tugging up his overalls and securing the straps. She tightened them in place. She even put on his shoes and tied the laces for him. A couple days ago Jeremy would be so embarrassed over being dressed like this, but now he was used to it. Val picked up a bag with a long strap on it. She pulled the strap over her shoulder and then took Jeremy's hand. Jeremy was a little excited, his heart beating faster. He was becoming anxious. What if someone was out there? Surely they were all alone out here in the dense forest, but the thought of running into someone out here was scary. Sure, Val could defend him and protect him, but it would still be humiliating to be seen like this. He clearly had on a diaper under those childish overalls. Val took long strides through the crinkly leaves, but she moved slow enough that Jeremy could keep up. The forest was not as scary during the daytime. In fact, he could really appreciate the beauty of this place when he wasn't running around and fearful for his life. The two of them began to walk uphill and soon they were around a bare patch of ground with no trees or other growth on it, only some darkly colored rocks. Valdis bent down to inspect between the rocks, finding what she was looking for. She picked some multicolored mushrooms, putting them into her bag. Jeremy climbed on the rocks and started walking on top of them, playing a balancing game and seeing how many he could hop to without falling. He stood above Val for once, never really seeing the woman from an angle this high before. He felt his stomach cramp up. A large poop was coming and there was no way he was going to be able to hold this in on the way back. He stood on the rock and announced to Val. "I'm going poop now." Bending his knees he let the thick log slide out of his bottom, spreading across his butt cheeks as it emptied into the cloth diaper. He smiled, feeling satisfied after his mess. It didn't embarrass him to be wet and messy in front of Val anymore. Accepting his role as Val's baby actually came easy for him now. "Did you leave a big poop in your diaper for Mommy to clean up?" Val asked, looking pretty pleased as she smiled back at him. It felt so strange to Jeremy to be praised for something that used to get him spankings and time outs. Before Jeremy could say another word he saw two hikers in the distance coming from around a large thorny brush and into view. Jeremy ducked down behind Val and whispered. "Mommy... there are people here..." Val stood up straight and shielded Jeremy from being seen. "Pardon me, may I help you?" She called out as the two hikers got closer. They paused, seeing the pale-skinned, black-haired woman just standing there in the middle of the woods. The two hikers look at each other and then back at the woman. "We were just on a hike." The red-haired hiker said, holding his backpack against himself. His legs wobbled nervously as if he knew just what Valdis was. "This is private property." Val informed the hikers. "Did you not see any signs telling you not to cross in this direction?" her voice grew stern, more commanding. "We're very sorry to have intruded. We'll be getting out of your way now." the hikers backed out. As they left Jeremy peeked out from behind Val's hips, holding his hands onto her torso. Val sighed "Good thing I didn't have to kill them." she then looked down at Jeremy. "I'm kidding of course." Jeremy sighed with relief, glad that he was saved some more embarrassment. It was one thing to be a baby in front of Val, but a completely other matter to be seen as a baby from other people. If they had seen him who knows what they would have thought. If they had smelled him then it might have been even worse. They might have even assumed that Val had him as her prisoner, and he wasn't about to be taken away from his new mommy. "Let's get you home, stinky." Val whispered. She grabbed Jeremy and lifted him into her arms, holding him close. She carried the boy the rest of the way back to her cottage. All the while she hummed into his ear, soothing him. She could feel just how fast his heart was beating after the encounter. She did her best to show him it was all right now. As soon as they entered the house Val set Jeremy on his feet. She loosened the straps to his overalls and pulled them down around his ankles. She cupped her hand to the drooping backside of his full diaper. "Now that's a big boy mess!" she commented. "Quite impressive!" She picked him up, carrying him with her hands under his arms, and lying him back on the table. She pulled down the rubber pants and then undid the sides to the diaper. She let them hang open and did what she could to clean out the mess inside the diaper and around his butt. As Jeremy was lying there getting cleaned up his dick became erect, slowly pointing upward in the air. Jeremy blushed a little, but he still smiled, knowing that Val was sweet and understanding when it came to that sort of thing. "My baby loves his diapy changes, yes he does!" she cooed down at him, her hand grabbing at the shaft. She started to stroke it, staring down at him. She breathed hot and heavy as she held the hard cock in her hand. Jeremy gasped, arching his back. This was the first time a woman ever touched him like this. He had always thought things like handjobs and blowjobs were something only tough, dominant guys received. Having his hard cock in Val's hand and surrendering his will to the woman's touch made him realize just how helpless he was in this position. Val was still in complete control, and now she was going to be the one controlling his orgasm. She looked down at the boy's twisting face, seeing him writhe on the table as he was brought closer. Her stroking slowed down. "Say you'll never leave me. That you will always be my baby boy." Val requested in a hot whisper. "I wont, Mommy!" Jeremy groaned, desperate for release, though he meant it. He really did not want to stray from Val, not ever. He didn't think there was anything better outside of his new life he built with this beautiful witch. "I want to be your baby boy forever" he said, almost crying out in pleasure. Val got the response she wanted and quickened her pace, stroking the boy faster until the white hot cum spurt out and drooled down her fist. She continued to stroke until she was sure she had milked him all the way. She moved her hand off his dick and wiped the cum off of her hand and wrist. She then wiped the boy's dick, which was getting softer now. She was able to continue with the diaper change again. Jeremy was just lying there completely still now. In his blissful state he moved his thumb to his mouth and sucked it. Val grabbed his ankles and shoved a brand new diaper under his butt. She folded it up and secured it around his waist before pulling his rubber pants back up. She then finished off by having him stand and putting his overalls back on. She took the box with his used diaper in it and set it in the back yard to be washed later. "Why don't you go play with your toys now, sweetie? Mommy would like to watch you having fun with the presents she got you." Val walked into the foyer and sat on her sofa, She crossed her legs, showing off the knee-high heeled boots that had been hiding under her dress. Jeremy did as he was told and was happy to show his Mommy how the games worked. He sat there on the floor, turning on the tv and the game system. It was like something out of a dream. He had always wanted to spend quality time like this with his mother or father, but it never seemed to work out that way. Now he got to relive a part of his childhood that he never got to experience before. He pointed at the screen, explaining all the things he could do in the game and what each character was supposed to be doing. Val just chuckled, thinking it was silly, but it amused her how much Jeremy liked engaging in the silly activity. Jeremy could tell Val wasn't that interested in the game or its universe, but he still spoke enthusiastically about it, figuring Val at least enjoyed listening to him. Her red eyes were fixed on the boy. Her expression was filled with unconditional love and adoration. After a while of him silently playing Val raised herself from the sofa and went into the kitchen to make supper. Jeremy was now fully engrossed in the game. Sitting with his legs spread he let out a purposeful stream directly into his diaper. A broad grin creeped up his face as he felt the hot wet piss spread over his crotch once again. He was really getting the hang of using his diaper on purpose! The thought of Val changing him and rewarding him with her touch again caused his dick to become erect once more. He ignored the hard-on in his diaper for now, focusing on his game. Soon there was another distraction though. "Jeremy, dinner's ready!" called Val "Aw but I'm in the middle of this!" Jeremy whined, trying to get through a difficult part of his game. "I said now, young man. Don't make me call you again." Val knew just the right tone to use on Jeremy. He paused his game and stood up, waddling to the table. This time Val used some restraints, buckling Jeremy into the chair so he would be still through the whole meal. She tied the bib around his neck once again. She set the plate in front of him as well as a baby bottle of milk. She sat down near him and started eating. Jeremy ate too, going a little fast so he could get back to his game. "Slow down, Jeremy, it's not a race." Val commented. Jeremy had gotten food all over his mouth and on the bib. He didn't notice until he wiped his mouth with a napkin. He let out a nervous laugh and ate a bit slower. Val sat there, watching him eat now before she took another bite of her own meal. She waited until he was finished and then cleaned his face for him. She untied the bib and took off the restraint on his chair. "Okay, you can go back to playing your little game." Jeremy almost bolted off, but Val grabbed his arm. "What do we say?" "Th-thank you, Mommy." Jeremy blushed with a little smile. Val smiled back and let him go, watching him run back to the television set. Val finished eating her meal in the dining room while keeping an eye on her boy in the next room. When she was done she gathered the dishes and sent them to the kitchen where she would clean them. Jeremy was deep into his game world again. He didn't even notice as Val walked past him and patted him on the head. He paused his game again and looked over his shoulder as she disappeared down the hallway. "What're you doing, Mommy?" he asked with a creak in his voice. Val peeked back from the hallway, looking down at her boy. "I'm just going to be doing some work in my lab. I can trust you up here, right, big guy?" Val watched the boy as he sat there, thinking the question over. He nodded. He knew that the 'big guy' comment was condescending, but it still felt nice to be called that. Jeremy watched as Val was off again, heading down those spooky stairs to work at her enchanting table. He was a little curious about what she was doing down there, but past experiences told him Val always had good reasons for doing the things she did. If she wanted to tell him then she would. Jeremy yawned, staring at the colorful television screen once again. ~ After an hour, Val had come back upstairs to see Jeremy asleep on the floor in front of the tv. She clasped her hands together, seeing her little man all tuckered out. She reached down to pull him back up, carrying him to the bedroom. Jeremy groaned, half awake as he was sat on the large bed. Val undressed him, all the while singing to him softly in that strange language. She got him stripped down to just his diapers and rubber pants. After she puts away the clothes in the closet she brings out a new set of animal pajamas. They're like the bunny ones from before, only now they're purple in color and have fox ears on the hood and a fluffy tail in the back. Jeremy looks at the cutesy pajamas and perks up a little. Val helps him step into the jammies one leg at a time and then pulls them up, zipping the front and then pulling the hood over his head. "Sometimes you're my cute baby bunny. Other times you're like a mischievous little fox!" She whispered, pressing a finger to Jeremy's nose. Jeremy actually let out a giggle. Val pulled out the trundle bed and settled Jeremy into it. When he was given the stuffed animals he gravitated to the stuffed giraffe, having formed a favorite now. He hugged the plush toy to his chest. Val raised the bars on the sides of the bed and then climbed into her own bed. Val leaned over the edge of her bed, tracing her finger around the frame of Jeremy's body and watching him get sleepy again. "Sweet dreams, naughty boy." she whispered. She saw Jeremy grinning at the comment. She kissed her fingers and then placed them on the boy's temple. "I love you." she said as quietly as she could. Jeremy must have heard her, because he muttered "Love you, Mommy." before going to sleep.
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    I'm sitting in a wet, poopy diaper right now. My second this morning! I got up early, got diapered, had coffee, then pushed out a nice load of soft, warm poop while I lay in bed. I peed several times over the next couple hours and eventually made breakfast. By the time breakfast was ready my disposable diaper was sagging so badly from all the wetness from even more coffee that I was afraid to sit in it for fear of a leak, even though I had plastic pants over it. I had to eat standing up. I finally had to change because that diaper couldn't hold any more. I love the squishy feeling of a disposable diaper that is completely saturated. When I took of my plastic pants to change, the whole bottom of the diaper had a nice brown blot showing through the white plastic backer. I finally took it off, got cleaned up, and thought that would be it. After I got my big boy underwear on I started to feel like there might be more poop on the way. I don't have anything going on today, so I wasn't going to let the opportunity be wasted, so back into another diaper. I had another poop, not quite as much as the first, and then peed a bunch more, so my diaper is just as soaked as the first one. I can feel it starting to wick up the top of the diaper in back and I can really smell it, so I'll have to change as soon as I finish this. It has been a very wet, squishy, stinky morning.
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    Kaitlyn and I did our usual diaper bank run, and I dropped her home. As I was about to get out of my car I realized that Kaitlyn’s purse was still in my car. I said a quick hi to my mom and told her I would be right back. I drove back to Kaitlyn’s house and went up to the door. Kaitlyn’s mom answered. “Hello, Kaitlyn left her bag in my car. I figured she’d want it sooner than later,” I explained. Her mother just clucked, “Typical. Well go on downstairs, I’m sure she’ll be glad you have it.” I started down the basement stairs. I’d really only been inside Kaitlyn’s house, and that was way back in the summer. I’d not been down stairs. A rec room, probably? I got down to the bottom, and my jaw dropped open. Sitting in the middle of the room. In a large pen, Kaitlyn was wearing a short dress that didn’t cover her plastic pants. Her mouth dropped open at the sight of me. I looked around. The room was one large nursery. A changing table like mine was on one side, but so was a large crib. An oversized rocking horse, a high chair, and other larger but toddler inspired furniture were the rest of the furnishings. Lots of toys, dolls, and teddy bears decorated the room. “You, um, left your purse in the car,” I stammered out She paused for a second and then swept around with her arms. “Welcome to my nursery.” I continued to stare. “My dad made most of this stuff. He’s quite a good woodworker.” “Why?” was all I could say. “Mom found out I wet myself on purpose and that I intentionally flunked summer school. She says if I want to play baby, I should play baby. This pretty much is my life outside of school and volunteering.” “Wow,” was all I could get out. It made sense. This is why Kaitlyn never wanted to have Kim or me over to her house lately. “How long has this been going on?” “Since right after pajama day at school.” “Does Kim known?” Kaitlyn looked at her feet, obviously embarrassed. “Yeah, I had to talk to someone about it. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I don’t want you to think I didn’t trust you.” “I understand,” I said, hoping I did. “Wow, does it bother you a lot?” I asked. “Well, I was already wearing diapers most of the time anyhow. This makes it official. I don’t mind sleeping in the crib and playing here. But it does make visitors hard. The baby food is often pretty disgusting.” “Baby food?” She walked over to the high chair and placed her and on it. “This is where I eat. Baby food and milk or juice in a bottle, or if I’m lucky a sippy cup.” My head started to swim. “Ok, I told my mom I would be right back,” I explained. “I was just going to drop off your bag. See you tomorrow?” Kaitlyn ran forward and gave me a big hug and a prolonged kiss. “Thanks, see you tomorrow,” she said. my confidentiality. Had I dodged a bullet?
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    I don't think the issue was the shared interest in DL. Shared interests are the basis of relationships. I think it's that you got too serious too fast. Save diapers/sex until marriage, or at least until you're really comfortable with being with the person long term. Communication is key. Explore each other mentally before physically. Form a real bond first. I say this as a guy happily married for 5 years to a vanilla girl who changes my diapers every day.
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    The Unlikely Couple (Part 15) “No, no, no, no… this can’t be happening,” thought Jaylene, as the second rumbling noise became audible. Brynn stroked Jaylene’s hair comfortingly. “I think my baby girl’s tummy is full now. Do you need to go poopie?” Jaylene hoped Brynn wouldn’t hear the noises, but there was no doubting that she had. Brynn repositioned her on her lap so that she was facing upward. Jaylene closed her eyes. She couldn’t make herself look her mommy in the eyes. And she was equally averse to the notion of answering her question. Maybe Brynn would let the question slide. No such luck. “Look at Mommy,” she ordered softly. Despite it being soft, it was still very much an order rather than a request. Red-faced with shame, Jaylene un-scrunched her eyes and gazed upon Brynn’s beautiful face. It was angelic, especially in the shallow light given off by the feeble lamp on the nearby table. She saw Brynn differently now; saw her as larger, more imposing and more confident. In a way, she was seeing her with entirely new eyes. Once Brynn was satisfied that she was looking at her, she asked the question again. “Does Baby Jaylene have to make poopies in her baby diaper?” It sounded even more babyish this time and it made her want to hide her face again. She didn’t want to admit that she did indeed feel the urge to have a bowel movement. Now that would have been a reasonable term for Brynn to use. Bowel movement. Clinical, precise and not embarrassing. Why wouldn’t she use that instead? Maybe she could get away with using it herself. “Yeth… me hath to have a… bowel movement.” “It’s precious that you’re trying to use ‘big girl words’, but babies don’t need to do that. Mommy likes to to act and speak your age, okay.” Not knowing what else to do, she just slowly nodded. “Okay, now try again.” She was never going to get out of it, so she decided to just face the music and get it over with. She paused first though, trying to force herself to say what needed to be said. “Me hasth to make poopieth… in my… baby diapewr.” “That’s my good baby girl.” She pulled Jaylene in closer and hugged her again. “I’m so proud of you.” Despite enjoying the adoration, she had every intention of holding it for as long as possible. And if she WAS going to have to mess, she would rather be alone when it happened. “I know you’re scared. I can see it in your eyes. But there’s no reason to be scared, little one. Babies mess in their diapers. It’s the most natural thing in the world. Nobody’s going to think any less of you for it. I promise. Just relax and let it happen. Mommy’s right here for you.” Feeling desperate and realizing that Brynn wasn’t going to let her wait, Jaylene spoke up. “But, Mommy, me would watherw do it when nobody wath awound.” “Oh, honey, I know. But it’s important to get used to just making poopies whenever you have to do it, no matter who’s around. Besides, it’s just us in here. Everyone else is in the other room. There’s nothing you ever need to hide from me.” Damn. There went that idea. Brynn began rubbing Jaylene’s belly in a circular pattern, causing more of the growling noises. “My baby’s tummy is so full,” she observed. She was right. How could breast milk be so filling? The pressure increased tenfold and the massaging wasn’t helping matters any. Jaylene must have been showing signs of holding it in, because Brynn said, “Come on now. No clenching up.” The baby tried to unclench her buttcheeks, but couldn’t find the courage. She had never messed in a diaper since she was a legitimate baby and forcing herself to undo years of potty-training was no walk in the park. The thought of letting it loose terrified her beyond words. The pressure intensified even more. She strategically released a bit of gas, resulting in a loud but measured fart. “Uh oh, Baby is ready to make her poopies, isn’t she?” All this talking was distracting Jaylene from her concentrated effort to prevent messing herself. A part of her wanted to just bite the bullet and do it, while another part of her wanted to preserve her dignity for as long as possible. Another bit of flatulence, this one smaller than the last. Even though it was smaller, it was more painful to let out without causing a fecal mudslide in her diaper. She let out a whimper of sorts. It struck Brynn as cute. “That’s it, just let it come out. Your diaper will keep it from getting everywhere. There’s no need to hold it.” By this time, Jaylene wasn’t listening. It took every bit of her attention to keep the accident from happening. The words weren’t even registering. It was like the whole world was moving in slow motion. Her mind was locked onto its purpose. She was keeping her proverbial eyes on the prize. She gritted her teeth with agonizing effort. She was backed into a corner and she knew it. She wouldn’t be able to relieve the pressure by letting fly another fart. The next fart would be accompanied by poop. That much she was sure of. Clenching her buttcheeks was becoming more daunting by the second. Her eyes were squinted shut and every muscle in her body strained to hold back the tide of feces. Them, the inevitable happened. It started with a small squeaky fart and then a loud gurgling sound from her belly. The battle was lost and she knew it. Jaylene felt a mass parting her butt cheeks, pressing them away from one another. No amount of clenching could force it back in… and once it got that far out of the gate, so to speak, the rest of it rushed out like a crowd of overzealous shoppers being let into the store on Black Friday. Jaylene could feel the mush pushing its way into the waiting diaper, spreading itself out to the sides because there wasn’t enough room between her skin and the crinkly garment to accommodate it. The incoming poop pressed hard on the diaper itself, testing how far it could push before being forced to the sides; the tights and the fact that she was lying on her back across Brynn’s lap made sure the resistance was firm indeed. The rancid ooze quickly started covering her buttcheeks. She wanted it to stop and desperately tried regrouping her own efforts to clench the supply line shut. No go! It was useless. She had to resign herself to allowing the goopy refuse to do as it pleased. She was helpless as to what was going on in her baby diaper; a bystander. It just wouldn’t stop! More came out of her anus with no signs of quitting. She was reasonably sure that both buttcheeks were now completely smeared with poop. Worse, the first wave of sludge was being ejected from its positions by the new arrivals, pushing it outward further. The first realization of this was when she felt some of it creeping across her hips and then up the small of her back. She knew deep down what was next and it only took a few more seconds for her to be proven right. The poop was shoved frontward and made its way to her vaginal area. That was the worst of all; her most intimate bodily location being invaded by smelly, goopy crap! Speaking of the smell, the foul aroma hit the room hard, prompting a “pee-yoo” from Brynn, who had thus far been watching Jaylene’s ordeal with utter fascination. Yet more mess shot into the overburdened diaper, resulting in loud noises as it did so. Her hips were caked in poop, as was the entirety of her ass. She was afraid it would go so far up her back that it would escape the confines of the diaper. Now, most of the mush was sludging its way crotchward, the only place left for it to retreat to. She specifically felt it on her vagina and could tell it was still moving upward, like a stinky, brown glacier. The pressure in her belly was almost gone and the poop had slowed considerably, just as the goop reached where her pubic hair used to be. It crawled slowly before stopping altogether. It was over. There was a long silence. Jaylene sat petrified, unsure how to process what just happened. Almost her entire diaper area was smeared with a massive load of feces and it was, by far, the most disgusting thing she’d ever felt. The previous champion was the time Chester Fielding, an old friend from high school puked in her hair… but this blew that out of the water. Brynn just looked down pridefully at her baby with a genuine smile on her face. The silence was broken by a sniffle from Jaylene, followed by deep, heaving sobs. She was conflicted on the cause of the sobs. She felt a certain pride in putting such a loving smile on Brynn’s face, so there might be some tears of happiness in the mix. At the same time, she felt so gross and helpless lying there in a diaper containing what felt like tons of her own feces. She wasn’t sure which was the case, as crying was such an unfamiliar thing to her as it was. “You did so good, Jaylene. I love you.” For the first time since the poop debacle began, Jaylene looked Brynn in the eyes. Even through the cloudy sheen of tears, she could tell that Brynn truly meant her words. She was genuinely proud of her for messing in her diaper like a baby. What’s more: she really did love her. That somehow took some of the edge off the inner pain she was feeling. Even still, she wanted out of the diaper in the most sincere way… and she wanted out of it as soon as absolutely possible. Yet, Brynn just kept her there, cuddling with her. She didn’t want to stop the snuggling, but her need to be cleaned up trumped her need for affection. Remembering to baby-talk, she asked through her after-sobs, “Mommy, tan I pwease take a showewr now? I feel so icky.” Brynn almost said yes instantly, but remembered some advice Lucas had given her while they tag-teamed the nursery in her new house. His every word came to her in an instant. He said, “One thing you’re going to want to do is make sure that little Jaylene gets used to being in wet and messy diapers right out of the gate. It’ll make the transition much easier in the long term. Besides, she’s immune to diaper rash.” Jaylene looked up at her with hopeful eyes. “Well, sweetie, I’ll change you in the morning. Those diapers can hold a lot of yuck-yucks, okay? So let’s go in there and visit a while.” Jaylene’s eyes practically bugged out of their sockets. She was not expecting that at all. At most, she figured on having to stay like this another 30 minutes. But the rest of the evening and night? This was going to be unbearable. “But Mommy, it’th tho gwoss. I won’t be able to sweep in dis.” Brynn could understand her turmoil over it. She herself would’ve hated to be trapped in a smelly, sticky diaper for twelve hours too. But Lucas knew what he was talking about and she resolved to take his advice in the matter. “Oh, honey, I’ so sorry, but my baby girl needs to spend some time like this. You’ll get used to it.” You’ll get used to it. Jaylene was so sick of hearing those words. But what could she do? She was at her mommy’s mercy now and she very much wanted to keep her word about being a good girl. In the end, she chose not to throw a hissy.... But hoped nonetheless that some whining and sucking up might help change her mind. “Pwwweeeeeease, Mommy! Baby Jaywene will be a vewwy good baby giwrl fwom now on. I pwomise. Pweeeease change my poopy baby diapewr.” She upped the ante by throwing in “Baby Jaylene” and referring to her diaper as a “poopy baby diaper”. A brilliant touch, all told. In fact, it almost worked. Brynn thought about it for a few minutes, before deciding to stick to Lucas’ advice. Plus, she had to show her who was in control and if she let Jaylene sway her so early on, her baby would get the false idea that it would work every time. The decision was to hold her ground. “No, baby girl, you’re going to stay in your poopy baby diaper until morning. You’ll be fine. And if you’re a very good baby for Mommy, I’ll give you something special when you wake up. Sound good?” With tears welling back up out of dread, she simpered. “Otay, Mommy. Me will be good.” Brynn now wondered just how her little one will react to her surprise.
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    I'm surprised and pleased with how quickly I wrote up this next chapter. Hopefully, the last 2 or 3 will be just as easy! __ Twelve: We Have a Reservation One after another, the text messages came and went that evening. Emily’s parents blew up their daughter’s phone within ten minutes, all while I sat beside her on my bed, cradling her in my chest. The only exchange that mattered, though, was the final one. Mom: Your father and I will need to discuss this matter with you in person. Mom: We’ll be at the Adams Bistro next Thursday at 7:30 p.m. Mom: DON’T be late, Emily Louise Parcher. Emily: Yes, Mother. Emily: I won’t be late. Promise. When the texts finally stopped, Emily hung her head and sniffled. I brushed a finger against her cheek, and I cringed when I felt tears running down it. “Tell me it’s going to be all right,” Emily whispered. “I-I don’t care if it’s not true. Just... I don’t know. Lie to me. Just tell me it’s going to be—” “Shh.” I held her close. With one hand cradling the back of her head, I reached down and took the phone away from her. Emily didn’t resist. She melted into my arms, and I mentally let out a stream of curse words at her parents. I hated them, and I made no bones about it. I hated how they could so easily turn my sweetheart’s confident spirit into a crumbling facade. Say what you might about my folks—and I could say plenty—but I knew that their criticisms came from a place of love. The more I learned about Emily’s family, the less sympathetic I could feel toward them. Had all their smiles and all their courtesy from before been one big act? I’d made them breakfast, showered praise on their daughter, and made every allowance for their visit. And all I got back was a cloud of suspicion to tear away the peace in my life. Liar, a small, petty voice spat out in my head. You gave up that peace when you took Emily up on her harebrained little ruse. I couldn’t deny it. I sighed into Emily’s shoulder and pondered our next move. “Two days,” Emily whimpered into my chest. Her fingers tightened. Her breath came quicker now. Small, hitching coughs into my t-shirt, matching my heartbeat. “I... I can’t... we can’t be... not like before... Jordan, I... I’m so sorry...” Now I was the one ready to cry. But for both our sakes, I held it together. It was a reversal of my usual method, having to pull back my emotions rather than channel them into a performance. “Listen,” I said, stroking her hair. “Listen. It’s not over. Not yet. I don’t know what they’re going to say. I don’t know what they’ll do. We’ll find out soon enough, I guess.” My voice hardened. “We’ll find out together, Emily. I promise you that much.” “To-together?” Emily looked up at me, her whole face wet and slick. “Jordan, you can’t—” “Oh, can’t I?” I shook my head, smiling sadly. “Em, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I ran from this? Hell, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t own up to it? If I wasn’t scared to dress up like a girl for you, to playact with your parents for you, to wear diapers and expose every part of myself for you...” I grinned. “Well, I mean, hell. Do you think your folks being mad is gonna scare me that much now?” The more I talked, the easier it became to believe my own words. Certainly, seeing Emily’s tragic expression made it easier. I wanted to channel the other Jordan into my voice, into my face, into every gesture. Let Emily see my love like that. Let her parents chew on that open affection of someone they treated with such contempt. I let out a long breath, and half of my anguish went with it. Closing my eyes, I tried to put aside all the anger, all the sorrow. “Hey,” I said. “We’ve got two days. Your folks will come and deliver their doom, and you’re right, it feels like the end of the world.” I didn’t even flinch when Emily whimpered again. Instead, I hugged her closer. “But hey, we’re not gonna focus on that right now. Right now, we’re gonna do what makes us happy. Forget your folks. Forget the neighbors. Let’s just be Emily and Jordan again, okay?” “O-okay...” Emily sniffled and wiped at her nose. “Thank you...” I bent down and kissed the top of her head. Emily chuckled, and I almost leapt for joy. “Come on, baby girl,” I whispered. As I stood, I pulled her up alongside me, letting her melt into my side like the scared child she was. “Come on now. There’s a Netflix marathon waiting for us in the living room. I’ll make you some tea and give you all the blankets you need. Would you like that?” “Mm-hmm.” Emily’s eyes rose just long enough to blink back fresh tears. “A-and maybe you could look over some sketches later? I-I’ve got to get them ready for publishing tomorrow.” “I’d be happy to, Em. Whatever you need.” *** That night was an endless vista of ice cream spoonfuls, cups of tea, and a blanket fort on the couch, all set to the sweet serenade of a Stranger Things binge on Netflix. Emily left a near-permanent crease in my side, having more or less fused to my body. Not that I could blame her. I didn’t let it show, but I needed to know she was going to be there for me, too. A month before, I wouldn’t have dreamed up any of this. But late into the night, I wondered how I could have ever gone without this. Every little rise and fall of her chest into mine was enough to keep my spirits high, even while staring into the abyss. Emily fell asleep on the couch. She curled up underneath the blankets, fatigued from crying and a sugar overload—one that I was at fault for encouraging. Like any good roommate, I tried to find the best way to carry her from the couch to the bedroom. I managed to wrap up her into a blanket in the same way I’d make a burrito. Emily snored against my shoulder as I carried her down the hall. With one toe, I gingerly nudged my door open. Then it was a short dash inside and a gentle deposit of my precious cargo onto the bed. “Gngh... Jordan?” Emily’s voice came out from behind the fleecy edge of her blanket. I saw a pair of hazy eyes peer at me, blinking slowly. “That you...?” “Shh.” I reached over to stroke her hair. “Not a word. It’s time for bed.” “Mmkay. Th’nks...” I chuckled and brushed at her cheek. “Don’t mention it. Now, then, missy. Let’s get you changed.” “Don’t need a...” “What’s that? Sorry, I didn’t catch that.” Emily blinked again, a little more furiously. A hand shot up from under the blanket to rub at her face. She sniffled and looked right at me. “I was saying,” she insisted, “that I don’t need a diaper this time.” I swallowed. “Well, uh, sure you don’t. That’s your call.” Emily stared at me for a second longer. Then she extended her hand out from the blanket roll I’d made. With a single outstretched finger, she flicked me right on the tip of my nose. I flinched. “Ow! The hell, Em?” “Idiot,” she replied sweetly. “You’re supposed to fight me on this.” With a wink, she added, “I’m really asking you to make me wear a diaper. You know, take charge like you’ve been doing all night. It means a lot to me, okay?” Still rubbing at my nose, I put on a fake look of outrage. “Well, sure I do! But geez, Em! I can’t always take a hint like that. A little more talk, a little less physical violence, okay?” “Aww, did I hurt the poor widdle baby’s feelings?” “Says the girl about to be wearing a diaper!” Emily giggled. She squirmed around on top of the bed, a fleecy little caterpillar ready to break out her cocoon. I sighed and leaned over to plant a kiss on her forehead. Then I stood and went over to the closet. My original, long-neglected package of diapers was waiting for me there. When I came back with a handful of changing supplies, Emily had already tossed off the blanket. She stretched and yawned, arching her back like a feline. I stood and waited while she removed her clothes. No, not even that fazed me anymore. Of all the things we’d experienced that day, the sight of my nude neighbor didn’t bother me, or excite me, in the slightest. I felt ready for just another quiet evening in bed with her. Emily kept quiet, too. She didn’t offer a single word as I sprinkled on the powder and put a fresh diaper on her. She stared up at the ceiling. Not a single clue as to what she was thinking, though I had plenty of guesses. When it was over, she smiled up at me. “Okay, your turn!” I laughed and rolled onto the bed beside her. “How can I say no to that face?” Truth be told, I was just grateful to see a little joy in her eyes again. I knew she was putting on a show for me. Maybe for herself, too. I didn’t take my eyes off Emily as she proceeded to change my diaper. Every so often, I caught glimpses of the sad, lonely girl I’d seen earlier, but she kept her focus on adjusting the new garment between my legs and sticking on every tape perfectly. “My little one’s ready for beddy-bye!” she sang. Her eyes fell half-shut, and then she tumbled on top of me. I grabbed her right before she hit and guided her onto the bed beside me. How sweet we must’ve looked. A couple of dorky kids in t-shirts and adult undergarments. I hit the lights, and Emily hit the sack. We lay together, our fingers locked under the covers as the room turned quiet once more. “Hey, Jordan,” Emily whispered. She turned toward me. “You asleep yet?” “It’s only been a few minutes, Em.” “Okay, good.” Her eyes sparkled in the darkness. “I just... I want you to know something.” “Go ahead.” I watched her chew on her bottom lip. Not a good sign. “I just... I wanted to say...” Emily fumbled for words, chuckling as she did. “Ahh, it’s funny, I mean. But, like, on any other night, you know... maybe I’m crazy, but I think I would have asked to get a little more... physical with you.” The room fell silent again. Everything except for my own rapidfire heartbeat. “Uhh... oh-okay...” I swallowed. “I see.” “Not that I don’t find you attractive,” Emily added, her eyes widening. “I do! I really, really do. It’s just tonight, with all this stupid shit going on... I’m just not in the mood. And that sucks.” “Yeah, it does,” I admitted. Then I tried for a smile. “And let me tell you, you’re missing out on all the joys of sex with diapers.” Emily giggled again. I laughed and slid my arm underneath her shoulders. With a single tug, I brought her up against my chest. Her head slid against my shoulder, and I sighed when I felt her breath, warm and soft, tickling the side of my neck. “Someday,” I promised her. “Someday, we’ll get there. But let’s just sleep for now, okay?” “Okay. I love you, Jordan.” “Love you, too, princess.” And with one last kiss to the forehead, we tried to find some rest. *** Thursday night, 7:25 p.m. We sat in the parking lot of the Adams Bistro. I kept my hands on the steering wheel, staring out at all the finely dressed folks coming in and out of the restaurant. We’d dressed well, too. We’d come dressed as ourselves. No wig, no fancy makeup, and certainly no diapers. Just Jordan Kim and Emily Parcher, in the flesh. I didn’t need to look over at Emily to know what she was thinking. I could hear her turning in her seat, trying to spot a pair of familiar faces passing by. Her hand gripped mine. I gripped hers back. It was all we could do to stay sane. “Okay,” Emily whispered. “Just... okay. Deep breaths. Big, deep breaths...” “I’m fine, Em.” “I was talking to myself.” She paused. “Oh, good. I’m talking to myself. Em, you’ve lost it.” “Hey, Em. Knock knock. It’s me, the guy sitting next to you. You’ll be fine.” “You keep saying that like it’s true—” “It will be true.” “How? How could you possibly know that?” Her hand tightened around mine. I didn’t flinch. Her eyes darted at me. That didn’t scare me either. “Please tell me you’re not still acting for my benefit, because I don’t think I could bear that.” I swallowed. “You’re right. I’m not acting. In fact, I’d go so far as to say I’m so deep in shock that I will turn into a puddle on the ground if I’m not careful.” I shrugged. “But, hey. That’s life on the stage for you. You put aside the nonsense and remember your lines and find your mark. And that’s what I’m gonna do tonight.” When she didn’t respond right away, I squeezed her hand a little tighter. “It’s what we’re gonna do, Em.” “Only a few minutes left.” Emily sounded harsh, but her smile told me otherwise. “We could just take off right now. Hit the Pacific Coast Highway. Drive somewhere else and start over.” Now I had to turn and look at her. “Seriously, Em?” “Come on. It’s not the worst idea I’ve had.” “True. Remember that time you made me dress in drag?” “Oh, please. Remember that time you said yes?” We laughed, and I lifted her hand to kiss it. I let out a few deep breaths, waiting for the butterflies in my stomach to settle. The car and the parking lot around us came back into focus. Street lamps cast a phosphorescent glare over the nearby bistro, where the gilded front doors swung open and shut continuously. The Thebes Park dinner crowd hadn’t stopped since we’d arrived. No point in putting it off any longer. Emily and I got out of the car. We walked together toward the restaurant, our fingers locking together as we made our way inside.
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    The giggles through Emily off, when the giantess walked in she had been trying to tug herself over the rail of her crib. It was a task and she'd had to jump as up to grab onto the rail of the crib and had only just caught it, scrambling and kicking out to pull herself up. The amazons presence made her let go of the rail in shock, she slipped and fell back to the bed smacking her chin into the wood as she fell. Tears pricked at her eyes but before she had the chance to do anything but breathe out shakily Catherine was scooping her up over the rail of the crib and cradling her close to her chest. Emily tried to drone out the cooing of the amazon and instead focus on the pain in her chin. Nothing was broken, that she could tell jut by stretching her aching jaw, but it still hurt like hell and she imagined it would bruise horribly. Pressed up against her captors chest as she was Emily couldn't see anything. It was dark, and too warm and her jaw was throbbing painfully. She pushed against her captor trying to get out of her arms so she could make a run now that she was out of the crib but the giantesses grip was firm. Ignoring her instinct for self-preservation Emily kicked out at the amazon swinging her legs and twisting her body every which way in the hopes of shocking the amazon into letting her go. It didn't work. Of course it didn't work. It didn't take a genius to know that it wouldn't do her any good, the amazon was nine feet tall at least, and Emily was barely half that size, besides she hadn't done any decent exercise since college. Her captor simply readjusted Emily so she was pinned to the woman's hip, her legs splayed out either side of the giantess and her face pressed into the giantesses breast. Instead of admonishing her Catherine simply ruffled Emily's hair. "You're a tenacious little thing aren't you princess? It's time to give up on this, you don't have the right to go around pretending you're a big girl any more. Now you've gone and hurt yourself trying to prove you're something that you're not." Emily's attempts to protest, to prove her wrong and to give examples of her maturity, were cut off by the large pacifier Catherine pressed into her mouth. Her attempt to spit it out the pacifier was stopped by Catherine pressing two fingers against the plastic guard of the pacifier and held them there pressing in gently before relieving the pressure, forcing the pacifier gently in and out Emily's mouth forcing her to suck on it. Catherine kept her fingers in place forcing Emily to suck on the pacifier in her mouth as she carried her downstairs to the kitchen. Emily glared at her captor as she slid her into the highchair she had bought earlier that day, securing the pacifier into Emily's mouth with a ribbon from one of the kitchen's drawers tied securely around the back of her head. "I'm just going to prepare a nice bottle for you, and we'll get you some painkillers for your booboo okay sweetie?" The giantess spoke as she worked, crushing up a white tablet from a packet labelled as paracetamol and adding it into a clean disney themed baby bottle from the steriliser, which she began to fill it with milk formula. The formula she had chosen was just plain milk, no added vitamins because she liked the idea of making her little her own meals. "The formula's only for now baby girl, once the tablets I've purchased kick in you'll be able to nurse from mommy, won't that be nice?" Emily wrinkled up her nose in distaste at the thought of nursing from her so called 'mommy' and didn't reply, instead turning away from the site disgusted at the whole conversation. Catherine took Emily's disgust as an opportunity to slip a sachet of the powder laxative she had on hand into the baby bottle while Emily was turned away. Securing the lid on tightly she checked the temperature of the milk on her wrist before shaking the bottle to make sure the contents were mixed through. "Alright little bear you ready for your baba? Mommy's gonna take you inside and we can have a cuddle on the sofa while we fill your hungry tummy." The amazon leaned down and scooped Emily out of the high chair with ease, cradling the little in one arm and carrying the bottle in her other. Settling down in the living room, the giantess tucked Emily carefully onto her lap, tugging the ribbon and pacifier free. Emily twisted her lips into a pout, opening her mouth to express his displeasure. She didn't get very far, before she had a chance to say a word the thick rubber nipple of the bottle was being pressed between her lips and the sweet creamy milk inside was being forced into her mouth. Emily quickly found out she was able to spit out enough of the milk to stop herself from chocking on the liquid pouring into her mouth and found herself forced to swallow. It wasn't that she didn't want the painkiller she knew the milk contained, or knew she needed the nutrients the milk contained and she was hungry. She hadn't eaten since breakfast and it looked like lunch wasn't going to be offered until after she drank the bottle. It was humiliating though. Shutting her eyes tight Emily suckled gently on the bottle of milk in order to control the flow. It wasn't all that bad, but the humiliation drinking from a baby bottle made her cheeks burn. Her amazon wasn't helpful on that front, rubbing her back gently and cooing at her all the while holding the bottle up at an angle for her so the milk flowed easily into her mouth without much effort. Cheeks burning, eyes shut tight and pretending she wasn't anywhere else in the world Emily finished the bottle off quickly. Catherine patted her on her diapered bottom and left Emily gently down into a playpen in the corner of the living room, replacing the pacifier in her mouth and securing the ribbon back in place. "You sit tight and have a play with some of the toys mommy has here for you while I finish off on our nummy lunch okay?" Without waiting for an answer Catherine headed back into the kitchen, setting a timer for the ten minutes it would take for the laxatives to kick in. While she waited she finished some lunch prep keeping her attention focused on the sounds coming from the living room. Emily was clearly not playing with any of the toys she had layed out, there was no sounds of blocks falling on the carpet or a doll being moved around. But ti wasn't long until the famililar sounds of a little whining and grunting as their tummy gurgle became audible.
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    Which was it? "Threw them out" or "Hid them"? If you hid them then you may still be able to find them unless your parents found them first. If you threw them out, well then you are just wasting your time looking for them! Stop raiding your dad's liquor cabinet, stop smoking pot, pay more attention in your English class and learn punctuation, sentence structure and when to use capitalization. Believe me it will help you in the future when you go for job interviews.
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    Thanks for the encouragement everybody, it's a little later than I intended but here's chapter 2. It's slow again, I haven't really been writing just fiction lately and I'm feeling the loss of control over my pacing. I don't want to rush either but expect things to pick up a bit in later chapters. Ch 2 -Siren Song "...Siren?" Ellen couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow as she accepted the photo and studied it. Caroline Shepard looked to be in her early thirties and carried it well. Smooth, pale skin contrasted warm, coppery hair. The cut was ear length and surprisingly conservative but her dark lipstick and wicked smile were anything but and her warm, brown eyes were knowing and mysterious. The photo cut off at the base of her neck, hinting tantalizingly at a generous chest. Ellen hadn't been with another woman for a while, in her younger years she'd preferred women to men but these days she didn't really hit the right clubs and it was a lot easier to meet men. Miss Shepard, Ellen found herself wishing it was a miss despite her sense of professionalism, was exactly the type she went after too. "Yeah that's her stage name," continued Steve obliviously. "Shepard is a singer, she's been a big thing on the local indie circuit for the last ten years or so but her last album went mainstream in a big way. I think one song was in a movie or something. The point is she now has a major record deal and a lot more exposure, that hasn't been so popular with some of her more... dedicated fans," "'You sold out to the man,' 'you used to be about the music,' that sort of thing?" Ellen supplied and Steve nodded. "Right, a bit more explicit though, the words 'corporate whore' came up a a lot in my research," Steve said, his brow furrowing. Ellen was struck by the mental image of Steve, seated rigidly at his desk, scowling as he poured over indie music forums for research purposes and had to struggle to keep from snorting. "Have their been threats made?" asked Ellen, fighting to keep her expression and tone serious. "Some, mostly vague and not too explicit but it's been enough to spook the record label. They're the ones who want protection for her. Caroline was pretty hesitant about the idea and only agreed once the idea of someone discreet was floated by her, she insisted on a female guard too. "I see, so you want me to tag along casually for a couple of months or so until everyone runs out of steam?" "Pretty much," said Steve. "Stay sharp and keep an eye out for trouble but realistically we aren't expecting much to happen. You won't even have to wear a suit" Ellen studied the picture thoughtfully and Caroline Shepard smiled mysteriously up at her. "Sounds perfect," she said. --- Perfect except for the commute Ellen peevishly, tightening her grip on the steering wheel of her compact little mirage. It was the next day and Ellen was almost finished clawing her way out of the seething vortex of metal and hate that was LA morning traffic. Steve had gotten in touch with Miss Shepard, it was a Miss it transpired, and arranged for them to meet at Shepard's house up in the Hills at 9:30am. Ellen had left her apartment at 7:00 just to be safe and was just barely on time. This was why Ellen hated driving, people like to wax lyrical about the freedom of the automobile but in reality they were claustrophobic little prisons that trapped you in a maze of narrow corridors and arcane regulations. Nobody had ever had an hour added to their walking time because some other pedestrian had fallen over. But right now Ellen was fuming in her mostly stationary car reaping the consequences because some dipshit five miles up the highway couldn't peel their eyes off their phone long enough to avoid slamming into the person ahead of them. To make matters worse Ellen could feel pressure building slowly just below her stomach. She'd always kind of had a small bladder and realistically she should have skipped the take out coffee she'd picked up on the way but she'd wanted to make a good impression and alertness was a good trait in a bodyguard. At this rate though her first impression was going to be desperately begging for the toilet and bolting past her client to pee. Ellen pressed her legs together and tried to distract herself. "Okay this next track we have coming up for you is exciting," Ellen glanced down at the excitable voice flickering out from her radio. She didn't even normally have it on, preferring a playlist of her own music to top 40 crap and some idiot yammering mindlessly between songs but she'd switched it on and flicked around in hopes of getting an update on the traffic situation and hadn't bothered to turn it off yet. "This is 'Chrysanthemum' the latest single from Siren, this lady has really taken LA by storm lately and this new single is her going from strength to strength if you ask me! You guys are gonna love this, check it out." The presenter mercifully faded out as twangy acoustic guitar work and a subtle synth tone took over. The track had a surreal, dreamy quality to it and Shepard's voice, when it came in was rich and seductive, with a slight husk to it that Ellen liked. It wasn't her normal fare, Ellen like angry, high energy punk she could work out to, but it was easy to listen to and Shepard's seductive voice was even distracting her a little from the traffic and her growing need to relieve herself. Mercifully Ellen's turnoff appeared soon after the song finished and she was able to escape from the heavy flow of traffic driving up into the Hills with a growing sense of anticipation and urgency..
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    The weeks passed without much note. Even though we had our applications in, Kaitlyn and I continued to volunteer at the diaper bank. Kara hadn’t really brought up the fact that we were all wearing diapers though I was intrigued by the fact that here she was, a young woman, also wearing diapers. I started to dream about Christmas coming up. I wasn’t sure I really wanted anything, but I dropped some hints about a new computer. I could use a laptop at college, and the desktop I had been using was really long in the tooth. Kaitlyn, Kim, and I continued to spend all the time we could together. Our parents didn’t seem to mind. More often than not we’d end up at Kim or my house in the afternoons. We’d talk or work on homework or just dream about college. If we could all just get in at the same place…. One day after school I was dropping off the girls at their homes, and we went to Kim’s first. “Hey,” I said. “That’s my mom’s car.” “And our car is over there,” Kaitlyn said. I knew our mothers were often in conversation with each other, but it felt odd that we would walk in on them all in a room at the same time. With trepidation, we got out and went inside. “Hi,” we all pretty much said in unison. “What’s up?” I asked. “You’ve all got letters in the mail today,” my mother answered. She held out an envelope. Kim and Kaitlyn’s mothers were doing similarly. I took the envelope. Danielson College read the return address. This was it. Were we in on early decision or not. “Well,” my mother pleaded. “Open them!” I opened mine. I read it. I blinked. I read it again. “I’m in!” I proclaimed. I looked at the girls. “Me too,” said Kim. We both looked at Kaitlyn who seemed stunned. “Well?” I asked. “Looks like the three musketeers are going to take on Danielson College. I’m in, too!” We kissed and hugged. This was fabulous news. After a minute our parents stepped in and hugged us as well. “I suspect you all need a change,” Kim’s mother said. The girls’ mothers dragged them off towards Kim’s room. My mother took me in another direction. She took me to a guest room and told me to get undressed. I slipped my pants down, and she pulled them the rest of the way off. “Shirt, too,” she said. Naked, except for the diaper, she proceeded to change me. With a clean diaper, she then held out a shirt for me to slip into. She helped me get it over my head. Standing up I saw in the mirror that I was wearing a Danielson College t-shirt. “There was no doubt in my mind that you’d get in,” she said. We returned to the family room, and the girls were similarly attired in Danielson shirts and their diapers. Mom took pictures of the three of us. “Kayla would love that shot,” she said. “Who?” I asked. “My friend Kayla,” she explained. “The one who thought you were cute on pajama day. She said she’d love to see your butt in a diaper. But don’t let it get to your head. She’s pretty disgusted about the idea that we actually use them.” “Why is it that every girl I meet just wants to see me in a diaper?” I asked. Kim and Kaitlyn broke into hysterical laughter. We settled down and reread our acceptance letters. It said we’d be reciving a packet of further information to complete our enrollment. Great, we were looking forward to the future!
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    I've been there before - for decades really. ABDL made zero sense to me and scared the crap outta me. It angered and disappointed me. This is the reality folks, For most of you with struggling partners, the problem of getting them to understand you is that you are literally POLES APART. Ive been asked to do this for years and hesitated, but I have finally written a short book specifically for the partners of ABDLs and I 'take their side' for what that is worth. The rest of you might find it instructive to perhaps understand how your partners feels. I wrote it in conversational style to try and avoid the technical details that can derail these kinds of conversations. Its called 'Coffee with Rosie' on Amazon if you want to take a look. Ive got two books up there currently for free in case you want to look. I would welcome constructive commentary on this project/book as if it works out, I will do a follow-up. cheers!
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    Eleven: Neighborhood Watch With our would-be day out suddenly tarnished, neither Emily nor I wanted to keep things going. We beat a hasty retreat to the old neighborhood. And since I was out and about in men’s clothes, identified as Jordan Kim, I decided to stop in and check out my neglected house. Nothing there surprised me. The mail had piled up while I was away, and it was more ads and junk than anything else. I saw a thin layer of dust along the bookshelves and tables that needed cleaning off. And worse still, an equally thin mask of grime had formed around my bathoom sink drain. Apart from those traits, the house looked exactly as I’d left it. But the more I wandered through its halls, the more like a stranger I felt. I saw everything through the other Jordan’s eyes. The drapes my mother had picked out—a rare concession for me. Acting books and screenplays left in a pile on a desk. A handwritten grocery list of ingredients that I’d never gotten around to buying, but when I looked a little closer at it, I saw that Emily had gotten them all for me when we lived together. By the time I came back to my kitchen, I found Emily waiting for me there. She perched on a stool, a cheap piece of furniture I’d gotten with a set from IKEA. Her eyes wandered over to me and her face twisted up into a scowl. “Boy, Mom sure knows how to pick ’em, huh?” Emily waved her phone at me. “If you’ve got any old phone numbers, can I borrow one? I might need to throw them off the scent.” “I would if I could.” With a shrug, I headed to the counter and checked the empty fruit bowl. At least I’d been smart enough to dump all that before I moved next door. “Any chance that they’re going to make another visit down here?” “Please, God, no.” “It could happen, Em. Just saying.” “And that’s what scares me the most.” Emily chewed on her bottom lip. “Are you comfortable with playing my roommate again?” I turned to her, my face twisted into disbelief. “Seriously, do you even have to ask?” “Well, I mean, it worked out the first time...” “And it’ll be fine the next.” “Until they get suspicious. You know they will!” “Then they will, and...” I shrugged. “I don’t know. We’ll answer that when we cross that bridge.” Emily nodded, though she didn’t look convinced. It crushed me to see the worry written across her face. It was that fateful day at the coffee shop all over again. After all the work and joy we’d accrued in this ongoing farce, building back her self-esteem piece by piece, and then one little text message had wiped out our progress in a heartbeat. Oh, the things I wanted to shout at her parents. But I couldn’t do that. Not yet, at least. I leaned against the counter. “In the meantime, are you busy with work at all?” “No. Why?” “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but this place is a bit of a mess.” I gestured around the kitchen and over to the living room. “If you’re free, I could use a hand tidying up.” Emily smiled. “Sure. It’d be nice to take my mind off this whole other mess in my life.” “That’s the spirit!” *** Early the next morning, I needed to clear my head. Emily stayed asleep on the couch, curled under her blanket, looking quite adorable. If I didn’t get outside, I’d be hanging around her the entire day, and I’d more of a creep than a boyfriend if I did that. Once I was out the door, I knew I’d made the right call. The air was fresh, the streets were full of cars pulling out of driveways, folks going off to work, and I couldn’t miss the smell of dew on the grass. My eyes closed, and I let go of all the misery and tension from the day before. Then I began to jog. I let the morning go at its own pace. My legs carried me up one street and down another. Before long, I was out of breath and reeking with sweat. I found my way down the next block and across the street, right in time to see a line of people out the front door of the neighborhood coffee shop. And as I jogged over to take my spot in line, I recognized a certain shade of brunette hair dye two spots in front of me. I raised my voice and called out, “Morning, Janice!” “Jordan!” My neighbor moved out of line and walked over to me with a grin. “How are you? I hardly see you around anymore!” “I’ve been studying,” I replied. “Lot of acting gigs to consider. Lot of scripts to read, you know?” It was technically the truth, from a certain point of view. “Oh, good for you! I always knew you’d get more work! I’m sure you’re having a better run with work than I am with my grandchildren!” Janice leaned in conspiratorially. “You know, my youngest Margaret is expecting another, but between you and me, I think she’s ready to divorce that good-for-nothing Paul. I’ve always wondered she waited so long! Don’t you think so?” I smiled and nodded. Janice had three daughters, all fully grown, with the youngest fresh out of college and married to her high school sweetheart. I’d never heard good things about the marriage of Margaret and Paul Danvers. They also seemed to have more kids every time I heard about them. Truth be told, I knew that Janice couldn’t resist being a gossip about her own family. It wasn’t one of her best qualities, though I supposed that, given the degree of affection she showed to Margaret, she wasn’t all that bad a person. Meanwhile, the line got shorter and we drew closer to the barista at the counter. With only one person ahead of us, I felt ridiculously comfortable. Everything was quiet and ordinary today. All right then. One day to figure things out, to put our lives back together. Emily would be fine. I would stand by her through whatever nonsense her parents threw our way. “Oh, Jordan, did you ever get a visit from that Mr. Winchell?” I blinked and turned to Janice. Her question took another second to fully register in my head. Then I blinked again and said, “Uhh, no. Sorry, who’s that?” “Ohhh, you are missing out!” Janice leaned in again, and as she did, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. “The other day, I was tending to my garden, and this gentleman in a suit came walking right up to me. So I said hi, and he said hi, and he said he was with this private investigation service. I said, ‘Oooh, isn’t that fascinating work?’ He said it was, and then he—and this is so tantalizing—he asked me about any new people who’d moved into the neighborhood recently. Like any single, young women in particular.” My jaw dropped, probably low enough to whatever my stomach had been, which had turned into a queasy ball that hit the floor and kept on falling. “Oh?” I asked. “So... so, you think this, uh, Winchell guy was checking up on Emily’s new roommate?” Janice flashed back a teasing grin. “I’m sure I couldn’t say. But, you know, Alice did tell me over cocktails the other night that she hasn’t seen the new girl in over a week! Can you believe it? It’s like she doesn’t exist anymore! So strange!” She sighed. “But then, poor, sweet Emily. She did always attract the weird ones, bless her heart.” It took all the decency instilled by my Korean mother not to sock her in the face for that remark. Not that she would’ve understood why. I forced a grin and said, “Well, she’s an artist, Janice. It comes with the territory.” “It sure does!” Janice laughed and turned around just as the barista waved her ahead. *** I took a bottle of water to go and raced back home. Sweat and tears be damned, I had to make it back on time. I took shortcuts through side streets and away from the main road. Every familiar path now looked treacherous. I imagined eyes peering at me through open windows. I pictured men in black hats driving past me in nondescript cars, taking notes and snapshots. Somewhere in my mind’s eye, a giant manila folder was being pulled from an office drawer with the name Emily Louise Parcher on it. Some faceless detective was flipping through the papers contained within, and paper-clipped to each one was a blurry photo of me in drag. My neighborhood was rated as one of the safest in Thebes Park, and the town itself was one of the safest in the state. But right then, I didn’t feel safe at all. My own neighbors had sold me out. A goddamn tidal wave of innuendo was about to crash through my house—and through Emily’s, too. Heart pounding and feet throbbing, I managed to veer back onto my street. Somewhere along the way, I’d dropped the water bottle, or maybe I’d chucked it in the trash. I couldn’t quite remember which it was. With years of actor’s training to call upon, I stopped behind a small hedge in Maureen Davis’s yard to catch my breath. I used everything I had in my toolkit—visualization, breathing from the diaphragm, the Alexander Technique—to regain my composure. When I reappeared from behind the hedge, I wasn’t frantic anymore. I took a calm, collected stride back to my front door, in full view of any nosy neighbors. When I opened the front door, I took a deep breath. Okay Jordan, I told myself. Don’t lose sight of what’s important. Deep breaths, man. I stepped into the house, and within minutes, I was in the living room. Emily had left her blanket folded up on the couch. My eyes scanned the room and the hall beyond it. A second later, I noted that my bedroom door was ajar, and someone had turned the lights on inside. Yellow haze poured out into the hallway, setting a rather ominous atmosphere. I plunged ahead and went to open the door. “Em? Are you in here?” “Jordan...” Her voice set me on edge. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, and I opened the door all the way. She sat on my bed, her legs folded underneath her. She had taken one of my big sweaters from the closet and wrapped herself in it like a little kid. The sleeves comically hung loose over her hands, but I could still see that she held her phone in one palm. When I saw the bags under her eyes and heard her sniffle, my heart cracked right away. “Hey,” I whispered. I was at her side in an instant. My arms slid around her shoulders, and I cradled her head against my chest. Emily sniffled again, and she turned her face into my bicep. I stroked her hair, whispering some random, soothing nonsense into her ear. To this day, I still don’t know what I said to her, but it seemed to calm her down. Maybe it was just hearing my voice that helped. With another sniffle, Emily wiped at her nose and looked up at me. “S-sorry...” “It’s okay. Just tell me what’s wrong.” I smiled. “I’m here to talk.” “Yeah...” Emily blinked back tears. She closed her eyes and tilted her head away. “Yeah, okay. It’s... it’s over, Jordan.” “What do you mean?” “The... the gig. The charade. It’s all over now.” “Em—” “My parents fucking know!” Emily waved her phone at me. Now the tears fell, and the sob strangled her every word. “They know that Jordan Baker doesn’t exist! They know that you went missing the whole time she was around! It’s all there! No Jordan Baker in Thebes Park! No records, no witnesses! It’s... it’s all fake, and they know it now!” Her face twisted up into a scowl, and she pressed her hands to her cheeks to soak up more tears. I sat there, speechless and stunned. I couldn’t even hold her close and comfort her like before. I couldn’t do anything now. I’d done enough, hadn’t I?
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    15.) When Marta closed the door and left the three girls alone, Luzy propped back and fell on her immensely padded behind, and said nothing. Not with words — her scarlet cheeks said plenty. Ister looked at Anni, and then crawled over to where Luzy was perched atop her portable pile of padding, smiled at her, and handed her a piece of Lego. "Wanna build more wif us?" “Sure…" That woman was going to be here soon. Marta said she'd get her for me. Then I'd get out of here. I'd be done with this horrible place and all the things with it. But with my tummy full of milk and everything a little bit tingly, I really didn't mind playing with Legos for a bit. Even if I was wet… "Miss Marta gave you the milk, huh?" For someone with the functional physical abilities of a child, Ister was remarkably switched on upstairs, and she playfully poked the thick mass of padding beneath the plastic-pants and pretty-patterned-cover just beneath. "How much did you have?" And then, the poking moved to Luzy’s tummy; soft and pudgy now, instead of flat and taut. And now very very ticklish. I couldn't help but giggle. The girl looked at me and smiled and I felt a bit of heat on my cheeks. I remembered the milk, how I drank at it… how wonderful it tasted… but I didn't know exactly how much I had. So I shrugged my shoulders. "It doesn't matter…" I'd be out of here in one day… one very long day... "Tha's true." Ister nodded in agreement, and then put her arms around Luzy to cuddle her. "I'm glad you're making good choices now, cause soon you'll be all better, you just gotta keep making the right decisions." That was out of left-field, and the girl smiled and took Luzy by the hand, leading her toward the bins of Legos and pushing her down onto her butt. I winced, shuffling uncomfortably on the seat of the wet diaper while I tried to find a way I could play without feeling sick. Problem was, I already had to pee again. I wanted to get up and ask, but I already knew I couldn't stand. What could I do? Crawl out and try to find that woman...? "Loozy is wet." That was Anni's contribution, and Ister nodded her head with a little smile. "Uhhuh, isn't it great?" "Does tha' mean she'll be better soon?" "Uhhuh, all betterer!" "Even if she looks sad right now?" "Even if, Anni, uhhuh. She's so lucky, and I bet she'll wet again, soon, too, cause she had lots and lots of sugarmilk!" "I'm not wet," I said flatly, wiggling uncomfortably against the carpet. I tried pulling myself back to my feet, but was completely unsuccessful. I tried, even using the wall for support, but I had no luck. I really couldn't walk, not even come close. I pouted and sat on the ground, going back to playing with Legos. "Marta tells me your treatment was a success, Luzy." The woman had entered the room without so much as Luzy even looking up — she'd been playing with Legos, and seemed quite engrossed, and only even looked up when the woman put her hand on the girl’s head. "Was there something you had on your mind? Marta suggested there might be." "I want to talk to you." The girls kept playing, but they both watched me out of the corner of their eyes. I bit the inside of my cheek nervously and pulled myself to my knees. I still couldn't walk… how long had it been since I'd come in here? "Privately." "Of course." She stepped out of the room, leading the way, and I did my best to stand back up. Of course, I failed horribly, and with a clash to the floor, felt the wetness of the diaper freshen, seeping around my leg bands. Humiliation washed over me. The ordinary thing, in a situation as unordinary as this, to have done would have been to stand over the tumbled girl and make a snarky remark, thus furthering her humiliation. Instead, the woman knelt down next to her and helped her unsteadily get to her feet, smiling encouragingly. "There's a good girl, don't worry now, it's always a little tricky at first. Hold my hand, just in case you get unsteady again." It wasn't like walking with Marta, where I needed help. She might as well have carried me out of the room. She held most if not all of my weight, and when we turned the corner, she picked me up properly, like a child, and sat me on her hip. She was not a big woman, though she was bigger than me. The display would only last a couple seconds, until we were in the living room. Gently, the woman sat down on one of the chairs, pulling Luzy around into her lap in the process of doing so, and seating her to the side, so her legs dangled, and the woman could play fingers through her hair. "Now, what seems to be on your mind, my precious little doll?" Only a child would be carried that way. Only a child would be held and seated that way. And only a child would be talked to that way. "I get it… I get it, cut that out…" I swatted at the woman while she played with my hair until I got her to stop. I played with my fingers in my lap and pouted, looking at the entryway to the living room for signs of those girls following. "I was a brat. I understand that. But you can't just drug me. I am leaving. Say what you want, but I don't care." "Control seems like the best choice of action, for girls in your situation, Luzy. Because control has been taken from you, and fighting to get it back seems only logical." Those words were significantly more adult. "My philosophy, tried and proven, time and again, is that the only way to recover from having control taken from you, is to surrender it all — willingly. Only then can you feel whole again." "…I'm not playing." She didn't act like I was playing, though. She was really serious, huh? "I understand you have your methods, but I'm not… surrendering, or whatever. There are other ways to get control back, other than acting like those two girls." Of course, I'd need to figure out how to walk again first… "Those girls are free to go when they so choose, would it surprise you to know that? They're not being held here, there's no fixed term of stay. They're here until they decide they're ready to take control over themselves, over their lives, and then they'll leave. Perhaps tomorrow, maybe not for a much longer time." The woman could tell just how skeptical Luzy seemed to be of that fact, though, and she smiled. Understandingly. Knowingly. "You don't believe me?" "I know you have me here under contract, drugs, and taking my godda-" I hesitated, biting my cheek. "…keys." I didn't want another spray of that horrible foam… "All I mean is, I think those girls would be much more inclined to leave if you made it easier for them. Because you sure aren't making it easy for me." "You haven't yet realized how important it is to stay, perhaps you should consider that before you focus so much on leaving. Healing is a process, my pretty doll." Her words hung as though there was pages missing in the story, like Luzy had skipped a chapter and was being deprived of something crucial. Like there was something she was unaware of. "I just want to go home," I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest. "If you and these girls wanna play make believe-" "Cut the crap." "…what-" "You have babysat them for almost a day. You have treated them like you'd treat real children. They are children to you. And if you think you're making headway pretending they aren't, then you're more naive than I pegged you for." …damn. "…I just want to go home," I repeated. "Your portfolio lists three months without work, or study. April last year, through June." It wasn't something that would be pertinent to any part of any conversion except an interview, and she'd already done that and hadn't mentioned it. Which made it an odd thing to jump to. "Tell me about that time. Why did you drop four classes after add/drop ended, and quit your job?" …what was she talking about? The silence loomed for a couple minutes. My chest hurt. I played with the tips of my fingers quietly, biting the inside of my cheek. This wasn't any of her business… "I just… I was overwhelmed with…" No, that wasn't it. "…I had a family emergency…" "And yet you didn't travel to Virginia, where your family all live. You stayed here. You just… disappeared from your life for a few months, and then re-emerged, and have been trucking along since then." The diapered layers would already be wet, and maybe she'd wet again from the muscle relaxant, from the diuretic. But sometimes when facing the truth of things, that could make a girl wet, too. Either way, Luzy was more than prepared. "Close your eyes, my pretty doll. Think about last April. Tell me about the weather, was it a lovely Spring? I don't remember, myself." I shook my head, pushing myself off the woman's lap and stumbling to the ground. I looked up at her from my place on my knees and shook my head. "It's none of your business, even! I just needed a break from school, okay?! I don't even want this job, why do you care?!" "Because you think that nobody does." Luzy was on her knees, wincing, her eyes glassy and slightly wet, and the woman leaned down and pulled her back up onto her lap. "April. Tell me of the weather in April." It was an arbitrary question — the woman only wanted for Luzy to think about any aspect of April last year, and honestly she very likely already was.
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    I was curious about why Kara was wearing diapers but I avoided asking. I needed her letter of recommendation for my college application. We headed over to Kim’s house for a final fitting of our costumes. We put them on and it looked like we were set. “I’ve got some plastic swords,” Kaitlyn said. “Cool,” said Kim. “That will round everything out.” I headed home then. I wanted to work on my application paperwork. I had already asked two of my teachers for recommendations. In a few days I’d be ready to send it off. “Do you need a change?” my mother asked as soon as I walked in the door. I nodded and she led me to my room and pulled down my pants. “How are things going. Are you having any problems with the diapers?” she asked while untaping the one I was wearing. “OK, “ I said. “I’m getting used to it.” It still seemed odd to be naked on the table taking with mom about all this. “I notice you’re wet a lot when you come home. Are you having problems there, now?” “No,” I confessed. “It’s hard getting the diaper off to use the bathroom and I’m a little worried about being seen, so sometimes it’s just easier to wet them.” “Oh, OK,” mom said with a smile as she taped up my diaper. I sat down at the kitchen table and laid out all my paperwork. I had filled out the application on line and printed it and checked it over. I’ve written my essay. Got to get mom to proofread it for me. All, I need are my letters of recommendation and I think I’m set. Oh, yeah, got to get mom to write me a check for the application fee. I call Kaitlyn, she says she’s in about the same shape I am in. She says Kim has already mailed hers off, not needing Kara’s letter as she had done volunteer work with her church. The musketeers are ready to see what Danielson has to say! Friday came around and Kaitlyn and I headed to Kim’s. We got into our costumes and we looked good. Kim’s mom took pictures of the three of us and we headed out to the dance. We got there and as usual they checked our student IDs at the door. They had problems previously with nonstudents sneaking in and causing trouble. They looked at our IDs and motioned us to the side. A woman told us to follow her and we went into an office. “I need to check your diapers,” she said. “They’re dry,” Kaitlyn said. “I got changed right before I came here.” “No, I have to see that you’re wearing them,” she said. Not this again, I thougt to myself. Reluctantly I pulled my pants down and so did the girls. “We’re the three diapered musketeers,” Kaitlyn announced. “Ok, Ok,” the woman announced. “Go enjoy your dance.” We pulled up our pants and headed out. We danced immediately and then went to get refreshments. Numerous people commented on our great costumes. We were having a blast. I almost forgot that I was indeed wearing a diaper notwithstanding our earlier diaper check. I eventually had to pee, but figured why not, and wet my diaper. The cumlimation of the night was the awards for best costumes. To our surprise they announced the Three Musketters as the best costume by a group. We gave Kim the honor of taking the plaque as she did most of the work. The girls each kissed me as we acknoweldged the award. Yes I was a lucky man.
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    How would random people on the Internet know where you stashe'd some diapers? This honestly sounds more like a "give me free diapers" post or a troll.
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    To me there is no better feeling than being in a completely soaked diaper. Feeling the bulk between your legs and the warmth as you fill an already wet diaper just does something for me. I love feeling myself waddle around the house in a full saggy diaper and hearing it crinkle under my clothes. I'll wet until I think it can't take anymore and worry it'll start leaking at the legs and if my bum starts getting a little tingly from being in a wet diaper for hours. Just brings me such peace and bliss being in a throughly wet diaper.
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    I don't think I have to worry about throwing them out just yet. I'm enjoying way to much to get rid of them. Just changed into a dry one after slowly soaking my first one for five hours. I thought I completely emptied my bladder in last one but as soon as I taped this one on I had to wet again. I had no idea a wet full diaper could feel this good. I didn't think it could get so heavy and squishy, and the warmth. I'm in heaven.
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    Hey everyone, this is basically my first attempt at writing a story. I've had a bunch of different ideas over the years and I figured I would try to put them together in a story. This is the story of Kenny. So without further ado heres what I've got: Chapter 1. January: Kenny was a typical college senior going to school in Southern California. He was graduating in May with an undergraduate degree in business. Kenny had a close group of friends and was very good at balancing his school, work, and social life. Kenny was also a bi ABDL. He had never told anyone about his fetish and had experimented with others in the past but he had never had anything steady or constant. Kenny was also an occasional bedwetter, particularly when he had consumed alcohol. The night before the new semester began, Kenny posted an ad on craigslist, like he did every semester, the title read "ABDL looking for others. He wasn't expecting much of a response, his past posts hadn't garnered much interest, but this one was different. He awoke the next morning to a new email in his inbox. He had a response to his ad. Kenny thought to himself "hmm I wonder if this one will be real or just someone asking what ABDL meant...". The message read "Hello, my name is Dan, I am a strict daddy and I have been looking for a sub little since I moved to town. If you are serious please respond with your details". Kenny quickly responded with his information and hurriedly got ready for class. He changed out of his wet diaper and hopped in the shower. After he was done he got ready and left for class. About halfway through his first class Kenny got a text message, it read "This is Dan from your ad, this is Kenny right?". Kenny immediately responded "Yep, hey Dan nice to meet you, I'm actually in the middle of class right now but would it be alright if I texted you later?" moments later Dan responded that it would be fine. Kenny was so lost in thought about Dan and all of the possibilities that awaited him, he wasn't able to pay attention in any of his classes. All he could think about was texting Dan when he was done with class. 4:15 finally rolled around, class was over for the day and Kenny could finally text Dan back. "Hey Dan, my classes finally let out, how're you doing?", after a little while Dan responded "Good evening Kenny, since you're all done with class you are to go home and put a diaper on immediately. Respond only after you are padded with a picture". With this Kenny hurried home and got his diapering supplies out. He laid out an M4 with a booster pad, powdered up, and taped himself up. He quickly snapped a pic and sent it to Dan. Dan responded "very nice, does baby have a paci or plastic pants?" naturally Kenny had both and put his plastic pants on and his paci in, he quickly sent another picture to Dan. Dan said that he was pleased and then told Kenny "you need to put on some clothes and drive to this address. Kenny quickly threw some clothes on grabbed his bag and his keys and started driving. Kenny's GPS said the address was about an hour away from Kenny's apartment. Kenny got another text from Dan "you are not to stop on your way here and that diaper had better at least be wet by the time you get here". Kenny was happy to read this because he was squirming in his seat, he had been in such a rush to get home he hadn't had time to use the bathroom. Kenny flooded his M4 and was admiring the warm wet feeling of his soaked diaper. As Kenny was nearing his destination he realized he was driving toward the pacific. He looked at his GPS and noticed that the address was a marina. As Kenny parked he shut his car off and contemplated what he was doing. He was going to meet a new man while wearing a soaked diaper, at a marina south of LA, as the sun was setting. Kenny began typing a message to Dan when he was startled by a knock on his window. He looked up only to recognize the face of Dan waiting on Kenny to step out of his car. Kenny grabbed his bag and his phone, stepped out of his car and locked it. He shook hands with Dan, who was admittedly taller than Kenny had expected him to be at right around 6'2. Dan had a full head of dark hair, a chiseled chin and a well groomed beard. He had dark brown eyes that had a sort of authority to them, that authority that demanded you follow his request or face the consequences. Kenny was an average sized college student, not exactly ripped but not super overweight either. He had light brown hair, and couldn't grow a beard for his life. Dan said confidently "nice to meet you Kenny, follow me". Dan lead Kenny down what seemed to be miles of docks, to a houseboat. The boat looked very new and very high-end. Dan invited Kenny aboard and walked him from the kitchen down a flight of stairs to a door...
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    A lot of the stories I posted here over the years managed to get scrogged by the character set encoding problems when they upgraded the version of Invision last year. Someone wanted to know if I had a clean copy of Restricted License (one of my stories). I decided that in addition to fixing the text encoding, I really should clean up the story in general (most of the time the postings on DD are hot off the press so they have problems. So I created my site to give me a place to put the revised stories. There's also a list of links to the original versions of the stories (either on this site or a couple of non-diaper sites I post on). Enjoy: http://www.willnotwill.com
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    Hi all, Not entirely sure why I am posting this, but anyway... Throughout my life, I've contemplated going 24x7 several times, but always balked after a fairly short time. So I am being honest with myself and admitting that it might not last this time, either. So, what's different this time? A couple of things. I have a real place to call home now, but there is a couple living here for a little while until they finish school and, after a fair amount of internal debate, decided to tell them that I like wearing diapers and plan to wear them. I didn't want to tell them, and said as much, but I knew the stress of worrying that they might notice would cause me too much grief. If I want to make this work, I needed to not be worried all the time. I've never told anyone before (a couple people found out, but I never voluntarily told anyone). I figure that if I could bring myself to do that, I'm more serious about it this time. So, now they know and I've been full time for about a week now. That's nothing, I fully realize. Today though, I went to get groceries and it just felt different this time. I wasn't worried and I didn't care if "anyone could tell". I'm diapered, ok, so what? Maybe I'm fooling myself, but I am tired of always wondering if this is really what I want or not. Maybe I'll stop again, but if I do, I intend to know for sure that I want to. In the meantime, I'm going to focus on wearing, and using, all the time. If nothing else, I want to at least get to the point where I can be relaxed all the time. If I get that much out of this, I'll be very happy. If I do stay with it long enough that I reach a point of wetting without realizing, then I will have to make a big decision then. Sorry for the rambling. I have no questions but I guess I just wanted to write something down, for myself if nothing else. c.
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    I was in South Bend Indiana for my Christmas shopping and stopped at a couple Goodwill stores. At the far end of the city there was a Salvation Army store, kind of rare in the area. I stopped in and saw tons of cloths and finally found the adult diapers. About $12 for a package! Couldn't believe it, for inexpensive store brands! I walked out and went right across the street to a Goodwill store. They had packages of Prevail disposables for $3.99 each, but since it was a Tuesday, senior citizens (over 55) got 1/2 price! Picked them up for $1.99 a package. I thought the idea of donated items is to pass along savings to people who don't have much money and turn over unused or used items that have been donated instead of discarding them so people in need have a chance. It bothers me that a Mission Thrift Store and Salvation Army store, who is supposed to be doing God's work to help the less fortunate, can way over price items like adult diapers. What good does it do people in need to price items as high as you can, about the same as what you can buy them for in a regular drug or grocery store? It's a donation store for peat sake! They don't have to try and get top dollar for everything in their store since it didn't cost them a penny for it in the first place!
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    Yes, indeed there are many women members of DD. I have been active here for over ten years. I was born a girl and have matured into a grown woman. I am urinary incontinent. I also have been happily married to a wonderful loving man since 1991. My suggestion is that you read the DD rules. You have not properly introduced yourself. You posted near duplicate messages in separate forums. Here is a hint: Every woman I know resents being called a 'female' instead of a woman. Also, virtually all the DD members who are women already are in a romantic relationship, so be respectful when contacting all DD members.
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    Thirteen: Like There’s No Tomorrow Honestly, it was the silence that was the worst of it. We sat around a table in the middle of the restaurant, surrounded by other families enjoying their wine with fresh-baked salmon and roasted chicken. Emily gripped onto my hand as she faced down the death glare from her parents. George and Virginia Parcher sat across from us, their drinks and dinner untouched. George didn’t offer a word as we sat down. He didn’t seem willing to even acknowledge that we were there anymore. Virginia, meanwhile, was less willing to keep quiet. She offered a sniff of disapproval when her eyes finally settled onto me. “It’s disgusting, what you did,” she declared. “It’s worse than fraud. It’s perverted! It’s hideous! I can’t even begin to describe how awful you’ve been!” Shouting matches in public were, sadly, nothing new to an actor. I didn’t mind the eyes and ears that turned our way once she spoke. And I’d even memorized my lines for the occasion. Nothing that Virginia had hurled my way was a surprise. I’d expected to get about this much abuse. “I know,” I finally said. “I’d like to apologize. I can’t offer any excuse for what I did.” “Jordan, don’t,” Emily started to say. Her mother, however, cut her off with another glare. A waiter came and went, refilling half-empty glasses of water and, unusually, not bothering to ask how we liked our dinner so far. He must have read the temperature of our little party. “I always thought that you were wasting your time here,” Virginia continued, “but I’d never imagine that you were being so outrageous, Emily. I mean, dear God. Living with an unmarried man? Dressing him up as your roommate? Have you no shame?” Her eyes snapped toward me, her stare as black as coal. “Do either of you? Or are your father and I the only sensible people left on this earth? We must be, because they’d never let us back into the country club if they knew about this. About the things you’ve done! Your whole neighborhood was talking about all those horrible things—” “Mother, please!” Emily’s voice came out in a harsh whisper. “Keep your voice down!” “Oh, so now you’re concerned about your propriety? Well, there’s a surprise!” “Mother, you’re being petulant and you know it. I really am sorry I deceived you, but it... it wasn’t as if I had any choice!” “No choice? Emily Louise, you had every right to—” “No, Mother. No, I didn’t.” Emily’s eyes flashed up to her parents, and this time, she was the one glaring daggers in their direction. “If I had to choose between my independence as an adult and being married off to the likes of Calvin Winchester, then guess what? I’m gonna damn well choose the former. Even if I have to convince my next-door neighbor to dress up like a girl to sell it, because that’s how much I hate this whole thing.” I couldn’t have been prouder of Emily when she said that. True to our agreement, though, I said nothing in her defense. It was the hardest thing in the world to sit there and keep silent, but I did my best to radiate strength at her. And I saw that confidence that her parents kept trying to shatter rebuild itself piece by piece, right before my eyes. Virginia, however, didn’t like the confidence one bit. She glowered in her next salvo. “Calvin Winchester is a fine young man. He’s good-looking, he comes from a respectable family, and he’s set at his father’s company to make more than enough money for the both of you. You’d be out of your mind to turn him down.” “Well, guess what, Mother? I am.” Emily blinked. “Turning him down, I mean. Not that I’m out of my mind.” “Hmph. So you say.” Her gaze snapped over to me again. “And you’re going to defend her on this? Honestly, if you were really her friend, you’d tell her to stop being so silly.” “Don’t drag him into this!” Emily protested. “I asked him to be here.” “Why? So you could humiliate us further?” “Mother, please. Your voice. You’re the one who’s being embarrassing—” “Emily, that’s enough.” All eyes shifted to George, who had finally spoken. He remained seated, completely still except for a subtle twitch of his mouth. In the corner of my eye, I saw Emily shrink back, her body language already conceding defeat. A scared little girl when Daddy spoke up. “You watch your tone, little lady,” George continued. “You’ve abused our trust and our money long enough. You need to straighten yourself out.” Emily opened her mouth, but he didn’t give her a moment’s pause. “It’s come down to this. Either you come back home and accept Calvin’s proposal, or you’re cut off. For good.” “Cut off?” I didn’t recognize the tiny voice that came out of Emily’s mouth. “Daddy...” “Emily, that’s final. Do you understand?” I didn’t say a word. To his credit, George didn’t look at me. I wasn’t even part of the equation in his mind. This was a long time coming between him and his daughter. Looking over at Emily, I saw tears in her eyes. It took every ounce of willpower not to offer her a handkerchief or stroke her hair. I did neither of those things. My role required perfect stillness. Whatever Emily did then, I couldn’t interfere. Really, that was the whole point of this meeting. To prove that she was her own person. That her life was hers. Emily closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. “Mom? Dad?” She lifted her chin. Her eyes opened and she looked at her parents. “I think we’re done here.” “Think about what you’re doing,” George hissed. “We’ll cut you off, Emily. Say goodbye to that house. All those car payments. All those free tickets. All gone.” “I won’t miss it.” “Emily!” “Sorry, Dad, not this time.” Emily pushed herself away from the table. She stood, as did I. “Let’s go, Jordan.” I nodded. “Right behind you, Em.” I turned back to her parents and nodded. “Good night.” Emily led the way out of the bistro, even with half the restaurant’s patrons watching us go, even with the shocked silence of her parents trailing behind us. As soon as we cleared the doors, I reached for her hand and held on tight. She smiled through her tears and squeezed my hand back. *** Neither of us said a word on the drive back to my house. Lights flashed across the windshield, guiding through us half-empty streets in the dead of night. I barely noticed the familiar contours of the neighborhood as we pulled into my driveway. I got out first and went to open the door on Emily’s side. She didn’t speak, even as we reached for each other’s hands and walked all the way inside. I barely even noticed how cold it was. She jumped me the moment I closed the door behind me. One second, she was perfectly still, and the next, she was throwing herself at me, her arms around my waist and her lips pressed against mine. I stumbled back a few steps, but caught myself against the door. I kissed Emily back. I kissed her back hard. We moaned and sighed against each other for a long time. I didn’t bother turning on the lights. Making out in the dark, empty living room was fine by me. “Jordan...” Emily moaned into my ear as she pulled herself away. “Jordan, I... God, I-I love you. You were so good, you were amazing...” “Me?” I brushed my lips against Emily’s forehead. “Honey, if anyone was amazing tonight, it was you. Only you.” My hand traced a line across her cheek. “I’ve never been prouder to know you than I am right now.” “Christ, though. My house. I’m... I’m gonna have to give it up now.” “I know. We’ll figure something out.” “We will? Jordan, I couldn’t ask you to—” “You never have to ask,” I said, maybe a touch more delirious than I realized. “I-I don’t care either, Em. Maybe it’s the adrenaline talking, but screw it. Stay with me. I don’t know how we’ll manage it, but we will. Because, after this? I don’t want to deal with those awful parents of yours ever again. This was...” I rubbed at my eyes. “Geez, this was the best thing they could’ve done for you. For both of us.” Emily nodded. “I think you’re right.” My heart skipped a beat. “Is... is that a yes?” “Are you kidding? Of course it is!” Emily leaned in to steal another kiss. “Mmph. God, yes. Let’s do this, Jordan. Let’s do this and never look back!” My heart sang when I heard those words. I enfolded Emily into my arms and carried her off to the bedroom. For this night, for at least this moment, we could forget the rest of the world and just be happy. *** The next morning, before Emily could wake up, I got changed and headed out early. It was a cool, foggy morning, with no glare in the overcast sky. With the weather and my mood in perfect sync, it seemed like as good a time as any for a little walk. I wandered up and down familiar streets, looking at them with new eyes. I’d driven these streets as both a man and a woman. I’d been two different Jordans, and my neighbors knew about both of them. So which one was I to them? Or was I not even someone worth knowing anymore? The question nagged me all the way through a small park and along the main boulevard. I wore my sweater’s hood up and tried to ignore every older, white couple I passed by. Their faces reminded me too much of George and Virginia’s disapproving stare, even if they were just nice folks out for a stroll. After some backtracking, I decided what I needed was a little bit of C and C to go with my R and R. C and C, of course, meaning carbs and coffee. Fortunately, I’d wandered back enough that my usual coffee joint was only half a block away. I dropped my hood and let out another sigh. I didn’t feel great as I pushed open the front door to the shop, but at least I’d have something to take the edge off. “Jordan!” My blood ran cold at the sound of her voice. I almost backed out of the shop, but Janice McCain came up to me with a sweet smile. Same as she ever was, then. “H-hey, Janice,” I murmured. “How’s it going?” “Jordan, come on now.” Janice surprised me by putting a hand on my shoulder. She guided me out the doorway and back to the open sidewalk. “Don’t worry about lil’ old me. What about you?” “Me?” “It’s okay, hon. I... I know everything.” I closed my eyes and sighed. “Christ, Janice, for once, could you not be such a gossip hound?” Janice drew back. Her eyes dropped to the pavement, and my heart did, too. I shuffled my feet around and stuck my hands in my pockets. “I’m sorry. I’m... I’m sorry to snap at you like that.” My eyes refused to part from my sneakers. “You didn’t deserve that.” “No, it’s... it’s fine. Really, Jordan.” Her sympathetic tone caught me off-guard. I looked up and saw Janice smiling at me like a kindly old grandmother. Which, as it took me a second to recall, she already was. “I’m sorry to spring this on you. I can’t begin to imagine how you must feel.” “How I feel,” I replied, “is fucked up.” Janice nodded. “I guess you would.” Then she brightened. “But I must say, Maureen Davis told me she saw you and Emily at the Adams Bistro last night. She told me the whole story.” “Oh, God. She saw all that?” “Yes! And I must say, we’re all so proud of you!” “Well, it was only a matter of... wait, what?” I blinked. “What? Proud?” Janice nodded again. “Dear, you have no idea how long we’ve been worrying over poor Emily Parcher. She’s such a sweet thing, but she’s unsteady. And we couldn’t imagine a better fit for her than someone like you. Someone with a good head on his shoulders.” Her teeth flashed in a grin. “Oh, and you should’ve heard the way Maureen talked about how you stood up to her parents. Honestly, the nerve of some people! How Emily turned out as well as she did, I’ll never know!” “Yeah...” My head was spinning. Without even thinking, I grabbed the pole of a nearby parking zone sign by the curb. It was a grimy, decades-old pole, but at least it kept me from falling over onto the street. “Oh, but don’t worry, dear.” Janice patted my shoulder again. “We don’t think any less of you for your little, er, dress-up with Emily. Whatever makes you two happy is none of our business.” “I’m sure...” If my sudden insecurity were to get any worse, I felt I’d regret not wearing a diaper. The tightness in my bladder contrasted with the constant spinning in my head and stomach. “And, you know, if you ever need any help, you come talk to us.” “Help? Help with what?” “Well, I mean, I’m sure Emily’s parents meant what they said, didn’t they? They’re cutting her off?” “It sure looks that way.” “Then, you know, if you two need anything like new appliances or help with moving boxes, just let us know.” Janice winked. “The neighborhood is here to help!” I was at a loss for words. Everything I thought I’d known about Janice McCain and her little clique had fallen apart. The fact that she spoke so casually about my private life still irked me a little, but I could forgive it for how generous she was revealing herself, and her friends, to be. “I... well...” I shrugged. “I guess...” Then I smiled. “‘Thank you’ is what I’m trying to say.” “Don’t mention it, kiddo.” Janice pulled me in for a hug. “Now, as our dear Emily’s savior, can I at least buy you a cup of coffee?” “Janice, I think I’ll let you this one time...” *** When I came back, Emily was sitting at my kitchen table, fully dressed and clutching a mug full of hot tea. I noted the half-eaten piece of toast on a plate by her elbow. It matched the expression she wore: vacant and thoughtful, like she’d forgotten she was hungry halfway through. “Em?” I leaned over, hands planted on the tabletop. “Hey, Earth to Em?” “Hmm?” Emily blinked. When she noticed me standing over her, she blushed. “Oh! Hey.” “Good morning to you, too.” “Excuse me for not being so chipper. I’ve got a lot on my mind.” “I can tell.” I pulled out a chair across the table and sat down. When I flashed her plate a questioning gaze, Emily sighed and pulled it closer to herself. She took another bite of toast, but nothing in her face said that she relished it at all. “So,” I added, “I just had a bizarre encounter.” “What do you mean?” I proceeded to tell Emily the whole story about running into Janice. Her face went through several emotions over the course of the tale. Silent horror. Wide-eyed amazement. By the end of it, I noticed that she’d set down her tea, which had lost its steam over several minutes. Her hands gripped each other on top of the table, wringing her fingers out before she could speak. “That’s... geez, that’s not what I expected.” Emily blinked. “You’re sure we’re talking about the same Janice?” “I know, right?” “Well, that is sweet of her. I can’t deny that.” “But what about you, Em?” “What about me?” “I mean, what do you want to do next?” Emily was silent for almost a full minute. When she raised her eyes from the table to my face, her lips curved into a tiny smile. “I thought that was obvious after last night,” she answered. My heart did a backward somersault in joy. “Emily...” “Shh.” Her finger reached across the table to press against my lips. Emily was halfway out of her chair. Then she stood the rest of the way and circled over to me. I made room for her as she plopped onto my lap and slid her arms around me. Emily’s head dropped onto my shoulder, and I cradled her to my chest, pulling up her legs like a little girl. She let out a happy sigh, and I responded with a lingering kiss to her forehead. With each passing second, whatever else we’d done or said the night before was forgotten. All that old pain, all that long-suffering dread. All cleansed at last.
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    19.) "Mamma…" "Yes, poppet." "I don't like this part…" "I know, my sweet. But Little Luzy is going to tell us all about it, and soon we'll fix her. Just like we fixed you, sweetie." "Uhhuh…" Ister continued to play with Luzy's hair as the girl continued to speak. /// I pulled myself out of bed, looking at the girl I'd shared my first kiss with. I touched my cheek, but it didn't sting. How long had I been out? My eyes were still shiny like glass. I couldn't escape the dizzy haze. It didn't make sense… The girl — Rissa — sighed, and gently spread her bare legs. She knew what their Papa had done. She knew that Luzy didn't appreciate Papa's gifts and that she was to learn how good it was that he allowed her to have him inside her mouth. She'd want to go down on girls, she'd want to please them passionately so, but she'd always think of his cock. Always be craving it. If she saw a cunny, she'd want it. Worse, if she saw a girl’s behind, she'd want it even more. Rissa spread her legs, following the direction she'd been given. My eyes fixated on the girl. I bit my lip hard and looked at the other two girls in the room. Both watched me. I felt my fingertips quiver, shaking on the edge of my overalls, and slowly pulled myself back onto my bed. The girl sat there, her legs spread, and I lowered my tongue to her body. With a gentle lick, I cleaned her with it. Rissa favored girls before she was taken into this. Or she thought she did. How could she even be sure? But she was fairly sure… and that's why he did this. That's why he had her here when Luzy woke up. It was a tease. A game. Everything was. That Luzy would pee now, when she came, was only going to make it that much worse. She shouldn't have spilled his cum. Ugh. Rissa moaned. Luzy was certainly… enthusiastic. One of the other girls approached — she wore a diaper, and she tugged it to her ankles, her cunny glistening and smelling of baby powder. I looked up, looked at the girl, at her naked self, and then at the cunny in front of me, and bit hard on my lip. I turned to the one covered in baby powder and drew my tongue across her. But my mind remembered the girl I'd left, and I moved back to her. I was getting dizzy… The standing girl whimpered, blushed, and while she was being tended to for the third time, Rissa followed her last instruction… she rolled over onto her tummy, and then tucked her knees up underneath her, propping her bottom up. Papa had been specific. By the time Luzy decided to change back to her, it would be her behind that she saw. I shook nervously, biting hard on my lip. I looked up at the girl, the girl who waited with red cheeks and a face that begged. But the girl's ass…. I turned and dug my tongue into it, licking and grabbing passionately. Needing it… I couldn't help myself… By the time Luzy looked up from Rissa's ass, the handsome man was standing by the side of the bed, slipping two fingers under Luzy’s denim dress as he rubbed his cock up the side of her thigh. "Until you can learn to honor Papa properly, Little Luzy, you'll only be allowed to honor Papa's property. You'll be the nursery pleasure-toy. All three of the girls will use you as much as they want, and you'll love it." "N-no, I… I a good girl… I c-" But without warning, without gentle play, his cock was shoved into my ass. I screamed, screamed louder than anyone could have ever heard, and started to sob. The girl in front of me turned back around, closing her legs. I stood on my hands and knees, shaking from head to toe. "S-stop! Please! AHH! STOP!" "Stop? You're begging me to stop? That's not how you honor me, you stupid little shit!" His cock moved deeper inside the girl until his balls smacked up against her behind, and then he began to piston out, and in, with less regard for her than he might show for a hole in a pillow. "You don't love your Papa, you're not honoring me. Little Luzy Loves Papa. Little Luzy Honors Papa. Little Luzy craves her Papa's cock inside of her, doesn't she?" I nodded and cried and screamed. He continued, again and again, until I felt his cum shoot inside me, until it filled me up. Then, when he was done, and I fell to the bed, slowly soaking through with blood from my behind, he snapped his fingers at Rissa and she finished taking off my clothes. I writhed on the mattress, sobbing, as she licked my cunny, and within minute, I was brought to orgasm. I thought it would be all. A silver lining. But it wasn't. Next, I felt the bed grow wet as my bladder emptied. I was pissing myself… "You don't get to make beautiful girl nectar, not until you learn to honor your Papa." He'd mentioned diapers to her before, broached the topic, but she'd always declined. She was little. Not a baby. Not a pervert. Just a kid sometimes. This time, he didn't ask. He simply lifted her from the piss-soaked sheets, and slid the diaper under her bloody behind, taping it into place and leaving her there on the wet sheets. Once he was gone, Rissa cuddled up to her and sighed, kissing her lips. It was all that she could offer. No one talked to me that first day. Or second day? I couldn't tell. But the other girl, the other girl who wore diapers, like me, she would very often take it off. She'd open her legs, and like magic, I'd crawl up to her and lick her to orgasm. She'd never say a word, never return the favor. The other girl, Rissa, would do the same. Not often, but sometimes. The third girl, the one in the dresses, never did anything. She just played with blocks. Days went by. Or rather, finger snaps. Finger snaps, sleep, and awake. Licking. And sometimes, when he wanted, he'd fuck one of us, always in the ass. More than the others combined, it was me. He never let me get off. I'd piss myself willingly, which I did. I was changed once every eighteen wettings, only once I'd flooded the bedsheets. One morning, after snapping, the bedsheets were clean. The young man was by the side of the bed, the sheets clean and crisp, and something around her neck to match the diaper she wore nowadays. He was holding a mirror for her to see — a steel collar, fitted to her neck, with pink and blue hearts and stars embossed into the steel. And in his other hand, was a teddy with a matching color. Harold. "Good morning, Little Luzy. How did you sleep?" "G-good…" I'd gotten used to it, the lack of clothes. I wasn't sure how long it had been, but I was used to it. A diaper, and nothing else. I never thought to take it off. I never asked the girl in the dress for clothes. I never even thought of it. Those thoughts didn't come to me. I cried. I wet myself. And I licked the girl's wherever they wanted. Or rather, two of them. While only one had said a word to me - the one in the dress - none had said anything to me since that first moment I woke up. Since then, it had been silence. I'd talk, to them at first, and more recently, to myself. No one talked to me… "You're Papa's property." He was gauging for reactions. Smiles would score a 1. Anything else would be a 0, or a −1. "You're Papa's property. You love to have your ass fucked. You love licking pussy, and licking ass. You think about Papa's cock most all the time. You want to be a good girl. You want to be mine forever. You love Papa. You honor Papa." I nodded quietly, a hopeful look on my face. The man tugged down his pants again. I was at his cock within a second, sucking and licking and treating him better than I'd ever treated anyone in my entire life. And when I was done, when I was full of his cum, he smacked me hard across the cheek. It left a hand print on my skin, but not a drop of cum fell from my lips. I shook, tears on my cheeks. "When I get back from my meeting, you will still have that cum in your mouth. Understand, Little Luzy?" It would only be an hour, but keeping a tablespoon of liquid in your mouth for even an hour took a conscious effort, and she was craving it, wanting to swallow it, wanting to lock it away inside of her. "Understand?" I bit on the inside of my lip and quietly nodded my head. The man left me and I knelt quietly on the ground. Everyone looked at me. I was very quietly, very still, thinking to myself. Be good. Keep it in your mouth. You'll be fine. Just be a good girl. Your'e a good girl. The little sobs escaped me once in a while, but I was careful not to swallow the liquid as I cried. "He'th going to marry you… you're the one." Rissa sounded bitter as she sat next to the girl, knowing she couldn't reply for fear of losing her challenge. That was okay, though. "We're all broken… you're the one." She put her hand down the back of the girls diaper, not down the front, and slipped two fingers into her behind. It was easy nowadays, it was fucked so often. Maybe she was trying to sabotage her… maybe she was just being nice. Rissa didn't even know if it was her own idea anymore. I shook, trembling, as the girl slid two fingers into me. They were the first words I'd heard in a long time. Her voice was nice… but her fingers… those were nicer. I whimpered and grinded against her fingertips, moaning through my closed lips. The other girl, the one in the diaper, came over in front of me. She looked a little unhappy. With a tug of her fingers, she pulled the diaper down to her ankles. I looked at her cunny and my eyes went wide. I shook nervously. "It's a test…" Rissa knew that much, and that was the mercy she could offer. "Papa wants to see that you want his cum more than you want to eat cunny." Her fingers were pushing faster now, and out of morbid curiosity, she introduced a third… and after a moment more, a fourth. She wants to use her thumb. She wanted to fuck the girls behind with her entire hand. She wanted to violate her... The sensations were getting to be too much. I was trembling. I closed my eyes tight, but the girl in front of me didn't move. I felt the stare. I felt the fingers. I moaned so loudly through closed lips. I needed to breathe. I couldn't do this… the other girl, the one in the dress, sat and played with blocks, but through this, she watched. Rissa pushed the girl down onto her hands and knees, and tugged down the back of the diaper. The other girl stayed in place, her cunny wet, the smell of powder long since trained into Luzy as a smell of arousal. And once the whimpering girl’s behind was exposed, Rissa formed her fingers into a cone with her thumb, and began to push the entire thing against her ass. "Papa has fucked you so often, he's changed your body, he's made your ass needy…" "He's made your tongue need to please…" It was the first time the diapered girl had said anything. It was too much. I screamed. I screamed and the cum spilled from my lips onto the floor. I shook, trembling. The girl pulled her fingers out of me and the girl in front of me smiled. I felt new tears on my cheeks. "N-no, no no, no, no…" I leaned down and tried to lick up the cum. From above, came a trickle of pee from the diaper girl, dampening the carpet where the cum had been spilled. "Go on…" Rissa taunted. "How much do you want Papa's cum back in your mouth?" The diaper girl giggled. I couldn't stop crying. I kept screaming. I tried licking up the cum again, but the acidity of the pee made it impossible. Then, without warning, I threw up. Except the only thing I threw up was liquid and bile, since all I'd had since getting here was terrible tasting milk. "…another failure." The man had arrived home only a moment after that, and found his prized conquest on the floor, face in a puddle of piss, biley upchuck a few inches away and her ass in the air, gaping weakly. "Papa gave you only one job, Luzy. One job. You only had to keep my wonderful cum in your mouth for a little while, and you disrespected it. You failed. You're another failure, like these girls." I shook my head, crying openly. "I'm not! Papa, I'm not, please! Please gimme another-"
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    Hi everyone, This is the first chapter of a new story I've been writing. It is actually a sequel of sorts. A couple of years ago, I wrote the first few chapters to a story entitled "Katelynn and Mia's Diapered Senior Year". Overtime, I lost interest in the story, and it was never completed. But I never lost interest in the protagonist of my story, Katelynn, or her life story. So, I decided to bring Katelynn back in a new situation. She is still the same person she was, but she is older and in college. I will not be continuing "Katelynn and Mia's Diapered Senior Year". Even though this is technically a sequel, it is really more of an installment in an ongoing series. While it wouldn't hurt to go back and read "Katelynn and Mia's Diapered Senior Year", I don't think it is necessary. This story has background information and fills in the gaps. This is a little shorter of a story, I just wanted something smaller to work on while I consider what the future holds for the Katelynn Story series. Thanks, and as always, feedback is appreciated. Enjoy. Dear Katelynn, On behalf of Tokyo Music University, I am pleased to inform you of your acceptance into the Music Composition Exchange Program… “Yes, yes, yes!” Katelynn thought to herself. “Mom”, she yelled, “I got in! I’m going to Japan next semester!”. Katelynn’s mother rushed into her daughter’s room. Her daughter was laying on top of her bed, wearing nothing but a shirt and what appeared to be a soaked diaper. Jennifer loved her daughter, but sometimes she wondered about the whole diaper thing. After she gave birth to Katelynn, there was a short period when Jennifer needed to make use of “incontinence products”, and she hated every minute of it. So, to see her daughter, her perfectly healthy twenty-one year old daughter, wearing a wet, and by the smell of her room, messy diaper, perplexed her. But in this moment she was happy for her daughter, and she said so. “That’s really great, Katelynn. I knew you could do it.” “Thanks, mom. I honestly didn’t know if I would get it. The program is so competitive. But I really did it, I’m really going to Japan for four months…Shit, I’m going to Japan for four months!” “Hey, language.” “Sorry.” “Well, yeah, sweetie, it’s a little scary, but most worthwhile things are. And you, of all people, have never been one to back down from a challenge.” “I guess…but I’ve never done anything this big. And four months is a long time.” “But you’re so brave”, her mother replied. “You left home to go to school in New York City, you marched downtown for gay rights, you go to the store and buy adult diapers in person, for god’s sake. Anyone willing to do that is insane, courageous, or both.” Katelynn laughed. “Yeah, you’re right. I really am excited!” “And there’s nothing wrong with being a little nervous”, her mother smiled. “Now, if my nose is correct, someone is in a very stinky diaper, and it sure isn’t me”. Katelynn blushed. “It’s no big deal, Mom. I’ll change later.” “I don’t understand how that can’t bother you. Come on, let me change you.” “Really, Mom, I know you and Dad don’t like changing my diapers. You don’t have to.” “Well, today is a special occasion. I’m still you’re mother, and I can still change your diaper.” “Honestly, this is a really messy diaper, Mom. I don’t even want to change it. And that’s coming from someone who actually likes diapers. “ “Way before you were changing your diapers, I was changing your diapers. I can handle it.” Katelynn’s mom was already opening a drawer to get a diaper. “Which one do you want? Remember, we’re going to dinner with your father and his boss tonight. Maybe something that doesn’t show too much?” “I’m going to wear a dress, so it doesn’t make much of a difference. But, just in case, we’ll avoid the babyish diapers. A Molycore is fine.” “Umm…which one?” “The purple one”, replied Katelynn. “Oh”, said Jennifer, “well, that’s pretty cute. Are you sure you don’t want the pink one with owls? It’s thinner. It looks like a pull-up one.” “Those are Greatnights. They are thinner, but they’re meant for pre-teen bedwetters, and they don’t hold a lot. So, probably not the best choice. I don’t want to wet too much and have Dad need to explain to his boss while his college age daughter’s diaper leaked.” “Well… and don’t take this the wrong way… but have you thought about just not wearing one tonight?” “Mom!” Katelynn shot back. “I mean, you don’t need to wear a diaper, it just might be easier than” “I’ve worn diapers non-stop for almost three years. I haven’t even sat on a toilet in that time. I don’t see why tonight should be any different. I wear to school, to work, around family and friends. No one has ever noticed.” “Not that you know of.” “If I can’t wear a diaper then I’m not going.” “It was just a suggestion, you can wear a diaper. So, the purple one?” “Yes, please”, Katelynn cheered. She was already laying on her changing mat on top of her bed. They didn’t have a changing table. Katelynn had a lot of friends over, and having an adult size changing table in her room wasn’t exactly discrete. Katelynn’s mom began to change her daughter. Katelynn wasn’t wearing pants, so her mother began to undo the tabs. After they were open, she pulled back the diaper. “Wow, honey. You weren’t kidding about the state of your diaper. This thing is drenched and very dirty. Are you feeling okay?” “I told you it was a big job.” “But, you still like diapers?” “I still like diapers.” Jennifer began the clean up process. She grabbed several wipes and went to work. After a few minutes, she lifted up Katelynn’s legs and slid her diaper out from under her. “So we’re going with a diaper tonight, right?” “Yes, Mom.” “Just checking.” Jennifer opened the new diaper. “Do you even have underwear, Katelynn?” “You mean other than my diapers?” “Like panties.” “Umm… no. I got rid of them a long time ago.” “So, you never wear underwear? You always wear diapers, no matter the situation?” “Yeah, I thought you knew that. I haven’t worn panties since before that day I barged into the living room and pulled down my pants to show you and Dad my Greatnights and I said I had decided to wear diapers.” By this time, Jennifer had the diaper open, and she slid it under her daughter. “Oh my god, that was a shock.” Katelynn and Jennifer were referring to an incident when Katelynn was eighteen years old, finishing up her senior year of high school. A couple of days before the living room fiasco, Katelynn’s parents had gone out of town for a weekend vacation. Katelynn needed to take the SAT, so she stayed at home. Katelynn had known about her diaper lover side for some time, but she had never indulged in it. Her parents being away presented her with a perfect opportunity to finally try diapers. After an embarrassing situation when trying to buy Greatnights, Katelynn wore diapers non-stop for the next two days. She enjoyed them so much that she decided to wear them permanently, so she did. When Katelynn made up her mind to do something, she did it. Katelynn had just finished her morning business when her parents returned from vacation. Having always been upfront with her parents, and having always had them accept her, she decided not to waste time in letting them know of her diaper desires. Once her parents had settled in the living room, Katelynn walked to the middle of the room, pulled down her yoga pants, and proceeded to show her parents her wet and messy Greatnights diaper. Naturally her parents were stunned, but once she told them about how she had always wanted to wear diapers, her parents seemed at least tolerant of it. Katelynn has worn diapers ever since, no exceptions. “You and Dad handled it pretty well.” “Don’t you worry about people finding out?” “What’s with all the diaper questions all of a sudden? It’s not like this is a new thing.” “We’ve never really talked about it, even after all this time. And what better time to talk about your diapers than when I’m changing you?” Katelynn look at her Mom. By this time, her mother had finished changing her and she was just on her bed in a fresh diaper. “Yes, I’m very nervous about people finding out about my diapers. But the pros outweigh the cons. Wearing diapers is so much a part of me that I really can’t see myself not wearing them. And yeah, I always get a little nervous when I go dancing or when I play sports, but those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind. I’m not going to change myself because I’m afraid of what others might think of me.” “You really are awesome, sweetie”, said Jennifer. “Now, more importantly, what are you going to wear tonight?” Katelynn decided on a yellow, backless dress. It came down to mid thigh, and while it was slimming, it still left room for her diaper. No one would be the wiser when she ate a meal in a room full of people while padded. Her mom poked her head in the bathroom. “Almost ready, honey? We don’t want to be late. This is an important meeting for your father.” “Yeah, Mom, I’m ready.” Katelynn, Jennifer, and Katelynn’s dad, Paul, all hopped into the family car. Katelynn was an only child, and both of her parents worked, so they drove an Audi sedan. Katelynn wasn’t exactly sure why today’s dinner outing was so important, but Katelynn’s father was the vice president of the largest financial firm in New Hampshire, so she figured it was a big deal. “Now Katelynn, I know I don’t have to say this, but I’m going to say it anyway. Mr. Harris is the president of our firm, so I expect you to be on your best behavior tonight. He’s close to retirement, and if I play my cards right, I have a real shot of taking over. He’s a really nice guy, and he has a daughter about your age. I think her name is Grace. Just talk about school and Japan and be your usual self. But, do not, under any circumstances, talk about your diapers.” Katelynn interrupted her father. “Dad, why would I talk about that. I’ve never told anyone other than you and Mom. Trust me, it’s not exactly my choice of conversation.” “Okay, okay. Just making sure. Really, don’t worry. You’re an amazing young woman and we’re very proud of you.” “And I already know Grace. We went to the same high school. She was a couple of grades below me.” They pulled into the restaurant parking lot. It was the nicest Italian place in town. “Mr. Harris spared no expense”, Katelynn thought to herself. “We have a reservation for 7:30 under Harris”, her father told the server. “Your table is ready, please follow me.” “Hi, Paul, great to see you”, said Mr. Harris as Katelynn and her family approached the table. Mr. Harris stood up to greet them. “Hi, Jennifer, great to see you again. And you must be Katelynn. It’s so nice to finally meet you.” “The pleasure is mine”, responded Katelynn. She had met several of her father’s coworkers. She felt very comfortable in fancy situations. “And this is my daughter, Grace. Grace, Katelynn is about your age, she goes to NYCU.” “Hey, Katelynn. Long time no see. New York City is a pretty big place. How is it down there?” “I love it. I study music composition and math, so being surrounded by such a great music scene is really awesome.” “Well, let’s sit down and then we can get to know each other”, said Paul. “What do you study, Grace?”, asked Jennifer. “I study economics at Yail. I’m a freshman.” “Yail. That’s very impressive”, responded Jennifer. “Grace is hoping to work on Wall Street one day. I guess the finance scene in New Hampshire is too small for her”, said Mr. Harris. Katelynn fidgeted a little in her seat. She had needed to pee since they left the house. Instinctively, she released her bladder and began to wet her diaper. The others were carrying on a conversation, so she wasn’t worried about them hearing her pee slosh around in her diaper. Her diaper grew warm and began to swell. Even after three years, wetting her diaper never bored Katelynn. Especially when she had an unknowing audience. Katelynn looked up and saw her mother eyeing her knowingly. “She knows exactly what I’m doing”, thought Katelynn. She continued to unleash a torrent into her diaper. “Katelynn…Katelynn.” She looked up at the others. “Mr. Harris asked you a question”, said her father. “Oh, I’m sorry, I was a little out of it.” Her father shot her a subtly angry glance. “I was hoping you could tell me your big news, about going to Japan”, repeated Mr. Harris. “I’d love to. New York City University and a university in Tokyo have an exchange for music students. We can go to Japan for a semester, while they can come to New York for a semester. We spend the time abroad taking classes, learning about culture, and at the end of the semester we have to create a musical piece inspired by our time there.” “Well, that sounds like a very nice opportunity. I’ve always said that Asia will play a major role in the future. It’s good to be exposed to their culture early on. Now, you said you are a composer. What do you compose?” “Piano, mostly. That’s what I play, so that’s what I compose for.” “Katelynn is incredible on the piano”, added Jennifer. “She is the pianist for NYCU’s most prestigious performing group.” “We’ll have to have you play for us sometime”, said Mr. Harris. “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom”, said Grace. She looked at Katelynn in the way that all girls do when they don’t want to go to the bathroom alone. Katelynn got up, nervously. She didn’t have much practice at using the girl’s restroom, after all. Her mother looked at her, worried. Katelynn gave an apprehensive smile. She got up and followed Grace to the bathroom. No one else was in the restroom. Before Katelynn could make it to a stall, Grace grabbed her by the arm. Katelynn looked in surprise, and became even more surprised when Grace began to make out with her. Katelynn pushed her away. “What the hell are you doing?” “I stalked you on social media before we came here. I saw on your profile that you said you were interested in women.” “So what if I am, that doesn’t mean you can” Before she could finish her sentence, Grace had started kissing her again. Grace reached around Katelynn’s waist and began to move her hand up Katelynn’s dress. Katelynn felt Grace’s hand tickle its way up her thigh. Then she felt Grace’s hand squish into her very wet diaper. “What the…are you…is that a diaper?” blurted out Grace. Katelynn stared at her, speechless. Tears were beginning to pool in her eyes. It finally happened. Someone knew about her diapers. Grace squished Katelynn’s diaper. “And is it wet? Oh my god.” Grace was so in disbelief that she actually lifted up Katelynn’s dress to see the sopping diaper. Katelynn was paralyzed. Not only had someone violated her body, her diaper was now fully exposed to her offender. It was too much. The tough, courageous girl who was so confident in herself began to fall apart. She started to cry. “Oh, wow. This is too good”, snorted grace. “I can’t wait to tell everyone at our old school that you’re a big diaper baby!” That did it. Katelynn was overcome by anger. She raised her hand and slapped Grace across the face, hard. Grace let out a gasp. “Even though I’m standing in front of you in wet diaper, crying, I will always be a bigger person than you”, snarled Katelynn. Grace was looked at her angrily, then rushed out of the bathroom. Katelynn wiped her eyes and straightened out her dress. Before she could gather her thoughts, the door opened and a woman walked in, holding her daughter by the hand. Instead of leading her to a stall, the mother picked up her daughter, who was probably eight or nine, and set her down on the plastic changing table hanging from the wall. “Lilly, you know you’re not supposed to poop in your pull-ups. Do I need to put you back in diapers?” asked the mother. “Not so loud, Mom”, said Lilly. She looked up at Katelynn, embarrassed. “You just had to fill your diaper when Daddy and I are trying to have a nice evening. Never mind that we couldn’t find a baby sitter because no one was willing to change a ten year old’s diaper. Do you know how awkward it is to explain to someone that your ten year old daughter still isn’t fully potty trained?” “Please, Mommy, not so loud.” By this time Katelynn was at the sink, washing her hands. But she could see in the mirror that the little girl was looking at her, completely humiliated. Katelynn felt so sorry for her. She turned around. Now, the mother had down her daughter’s pants, and Katelynn could see a yellowed Greatnight on the girl. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of”, said Katelynn to the girl and mother. “I wear diapers, too.” Oddly, Katelynn was feeling very confident in her diapers. Now that one person knew, she didn’t care if some random stranger knew. The little girl’s face lit up. Before the mother could say anything, Katelynn walked out of the restroom. “There she is”, said her father as Katelynn seated herself. “We were just getting ready to order”, added her mother. They ordered their food and then continued on with the conversation. Katelynn thought her father was having a good time, which made her happy. Every time Katelynn looked up, Grace was staring at her. “All she’s thinking about is me in a diaper”, thought Katelynn. “She’s thinking about me eating dinner in a diaper, going about my day in a diaper. Well, I don’t care.” Katelynn hated Grace. She just wanted to finish her food and go home. She shifted her weight in her seat. Her diaper squished. By now, Katelynn’s urge to poop was growing strong. It had been an hour since she felt the need. This restaurant had great food, but service was slow. Katelynn never cared much about waiting to mess her diaper. She had always just kind of gone poop wherever she was. She had messed during cheer leading practice, while playing a piano concert, she even dropped a load in her diaper during her high school valedictorian speech. Without a lot of thought, Katelynn began to fill her diaper. She did her best to stay still and keep a straight face while she pushed the sizable load into the rear of her pants. Since she was sitting down, her mess spread to all corners of her diaper. She relaxed and finished. Her messing ended with her giving her diaper another good wetting. Once again, her mother shot her a knowing glance. Katelynn smirked a little. Jennifer motioned to the bathroom with her eyes. Katelynn didn’t respond. She had just gone to the bathroom, she didn’t want to get up again. Jennifer took out her phone and texted Katelynn. “There is no way you are staying here in that diaper. I know what you just did. Go change before you stink up the whole restaurant.” “I didn’t bring any spare diapers or wipes.”, Katelynn texted back. “Why not?” “We’re only going to be here a couple of hours, I didn’t think I would need them”. “OMG”. “It’s no biggie. I usually keep my messy diapers on for a while”. “By the look on your face, it was a biggie. And it’s not you I’m worried about.” “It smells a little strange”, said Mr. Harris. “I hope the toilet isn’t backed up”. “I bet it’s nothing”, Said Katelynn’s dad. By this time he had figured out what was going on and shot an angry glance at Katelynn. Grace stared at Katelynn, her face was in shock and her eyes were big. Katelynn looked at her, and knew that Grace knew what she had done in her diaper. Katelynn looked down at her phone. She had a new message from her mother. “Well, is there something you can do? Because we clearly have a situation here, and I don’t just mean the one in your pants.” Katelynn thought about it. She thought that maybe she could ask that mother and her daughter for a Greatnight, but Katelynn didn’t see them in the restaurant. She thought about just changing out of her diaper and going commando, but she was so messy that clean up would be intense without diaper wipes. Plus, she didn’t really want to stop wearing diapers, even for a short time. Before she could think of a solution, Grace began to speak. “Jennifer, I don’t mean to intrude, but I don’t think that smell is the toilet. I think Katelynn had an accident in her diaper”, said Grace. Paul almost choked on his food. Everyone looked at Grace in shock. “Grace, that’s absurd. Why would you say something like that? I apologize, I think Grace was just trying to make a joke”, replied Mr. Harris. But Mr. Harris looked at Katelynn and noticed that she had started crying quietly. Jennifer looked at her husband, then began to speak to Mr. Harris. “Actually, Katelynn has some issues with control. She wears protection to deal with the issue.” “Nothing to be embarrassed about”, said Mr. Harris. “Nothing at all. I’m sorry that I had to find that out, Katelynn. The only thing to be ashamed of is the behavior of my daughter. Which is ironic, considering she wet the bed until her senior year of high school. She doesn’t have much to make fun of, since I changed her diaper every morning until she was eighteen. Why she would make fun of your situation is beyond me, but I truly apologize.” “Daddy! You’re not supposed to talk about that”, interjected Grace. “Grace, don’t start with me. You forfeited your right to privacy as soon as you intruded into Katelynn’s privacy. Jennifer, Paul, Katelynn, tonight has been a pleasure, but I think we should leave. Paul, I’ll see you on Monday. I don’t want to give anything away, but if you keep up the good work, I could really see you leading this firm one day.” Paul stood up, surprised. “Thank you, sir, thank you for the lovely dinner.” Mr. Harris put two-hundred dollars on the table and stood up. “That should cover it.” Grace stood up and followed her father out the door. Katelynn and her family looked at each other in disbelief. “All things considered, that went fairly well”, laughed Katelynn’s father, awkwardly. “I can’t believe Grace would be so mean”, said Jennifer. “Honey, how did she know you wear diapers?” Katelynn looked at her parents and began to cry for the third time that night. She told her parents everything that happened between her and Grace in the restroom. When she finished, her Mother put her arm around her and let Katelynn cry on her shoulder. “It’s okay sweetie, we’re here for you. And we love you, no matter what. This isn’t your fault. Come on, let’s get out of here and change your diaper. You need to start packing for Japan”.
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    It depends entirely on the people involved to be honest. I've told women I dated and I've told men I dated and of course I told the wonderful lady who I now call my wife. The key for me was the person not the diapers and I stand by that approach. Diapers are one small part of who I am so it never made sense to me to make that my focus. I focused on compatability as people first and the result is almost 11 years of marriage, a loving wife involved in diaper play, a large stockpile of diapers and accessories and in general good times. Ask yourself this, would you ever try to base a relationship on any other single interest? If the answer is no then that applies to diapers as well. One man's opinion. Snugglebear
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    17.) I sipped at the bottle, and as I did, I felt weaker and weaker. Time passed, and I found my head in the woman's lap. She played with my hair, and she held the bottle for me. My fingers were heavy. My eyelids were heavy, too. Her fingers touched my forehead, my hair, running lines, and she asked me something. I didn't remember what. /// "How have you been?" “Fine…" "Stressed, I imagine?" I shrugged. "That's okay, I know how it is." Talking to him in person was hard. I was embarrassed. Such a cute man. Email was the easiest: that's where I told him my truths. How I just needed to feel like a kid sometimes. That I'd felt that way for years. Koi found out a couple months ago, and that's when I knew I had to get it under control. Since seeing Dr. Lorie, it had been getting better. Relaxation in private. Overwhelming feelings. They sated the anxiety. "You'll start coming twice a week once April begins, Little Luzy, up until all your finals are complete." The young man smiled the way that few people knew how, and kissed the girl’s forehead, welcoming her into the room. Their room. It was just a room in the house where his office was, a twin sized bed with a childish comforter, and a few cheap toys from the drugstore. Hardly a playroom, let alone a nursery, but Little Luzy wasn't allowed in here any other time and so that made it potent. This room… I immediately felt heavy. I nearly sank to the floor. My feet felt like Jell-o as I walked from one end to the other, to sit on the bed. I'd only been in here one other time, and it was a very powerful day. That was my first session, when I didn't believe he could help me. But now, I believed him. My fingertips ached. My heart was racing. I was strongest here… or, rather, Little Luzy was. "Little Luzy Loves Laughing." /// Or at least, those were the words he said, but as Luzy softly recounted the story, she only recalled the words are numb-mouthed mumbling. It was a trigger. Something she wasn't consciously aware as to the effects, or the invoking of. How fascinating. This, and Ister, and… /// Luzy was on the bed, laying on her back, giggling the way she did when she was Littled. The young man smiled down at her, and handed her a stuffed elephant. "Papa might have to take Little Luzy to get a proper bear of her own to cuddle, hm?" /// Papa. Curious. Normal April. Normal. Normal, normal, normal. I repeated the word. I tried to make it true. But it wasn't right. Something about that day wasn't right. I just didn't remember… I couldn't figure it out… I sucked at the bottle, sucked at the little nipple as it filled me. What did I forget…? /// "Little Luzy?" “Mm?" "Are you happy?" I nodded my head, a smile on my lips. I was happy. These moments were my happiest. "Remember that," he said. And some… other words… and I remember being so tired, so tired I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. /// It was challenging to follow along, her words would slur, and her eyes would close, and she'd slow, and then wake, and she'd wince and she'd struggle. What had he done to her? It all seemed so benign. It all seemed like he was mostly professional. /// "You're happy, Little Luzy. You're happy, and you're mine." They were in a mall. Not her mall. But a mall. She was in short-alls, her hair in pigtails, her thumb between her lips and the other in his. Standing outside a teddy bear store. "How did…" He held the phone in his hand, kneeling down in front of me. I looked down at my clothes, at the shorts, and felt my cheeks go pink. I pulled my thumb from my lips and looked around in a panic. The man touched my nose, once, and I bit on my lip. I focused on him, on the bear in his hands. He went to hand it to me, but handed me the phone instead. My chest ached while I dialed the number. I didn't understand… "Yes? Can I speak to a manager please? Yeah, Jack, please. It's Luzy calling…" When I closed the phone, ignoring the pleas from the man on the other side for me not to quit, Papa handed me my teddy bear. I hugged it against my chest. "There's my good girl." /// He had her quit her job — he manipulated her; he coerced her actions and exerted his power over her to control her. He took her control from her, and used her own whims against her. No wonder she was as wound up on the inside as she was. She was finished with the bottle, now, but still chewed idly on the teat as she explained more of what had happened. Doctor Lorie. Was he even a doctor at all? Or just so fucked-up pervert? /// "That's a very good name for a teddy, Luzy, a very good name. Once you write your name here and here," - forms, school forms. - “we'll print her birth form and she'll be all yours." I felt my chest ache while my fingers etched the name into the paper. The pen trembled. Initials. Lazy letters. Dizzy. And then… quiet. "Luzy!" "…Koi?" I blinked, stepping away from the counter. The girl came running up to me and smiled at seeing me. I looked back at her with glossy eyes. I stared down at the papers in my hands. "…um… what are you…" "I've been trying to get a hold of you for like two days! What's up?" “Nothing..." "Are you changing a class? It's like midway through the semester, you shouldn't be doing that." Koi was remarkably out of breath, but her corset regiment meant that running was always a luxury anyway and she'd still done so. It was just take a few minutes before she could breathe again. "Where have you been? Did your phone die?" I felt my head nod, my cheeks pink and shy. My fingertips trembled with the paper in my hands and I looked at my shoes. I just wanted to get home… I didn't want Koi seeing me like this. She didn't understand… "Y-yeah, it… it must have died…" I was going to be sick. "I'll call you later, when I get home… okay…?" "…with your phone that must have died? Come on, what's with you?" Koi looked at her wrist — the little smart-watch helping her to check on her blood pressure and heart rate, which was important on days she laced tightly, but it also showed the time — and nodded in affirmation. "I'm taking you out for lunch. No arguments." "Koi, I'm busy… I'm sorry, I'm just busy…" I played quietly with the papers, looking nervously at the counter. I just needed to turn these papers in so I could get home. So I could be better. No more stress… "I promise, I'll call… I promise… please…?" "Ugh, Luzy! Fine. Fine. But we're doing pizza and movies and beers tonight, okay? And don't change any classes without talking to me about it tonight, alright? Come on babe, you know better than that." /// "Koi sounds like she cares a lot about you, like she's a very good friend. It must have been difficult to deceive her." I turned the papers in, and I left. I didn't see Koi again for nine weeks. "…I'm sleepy…" "…Luzy," the woman said quietly, playing with my hair. The bottle was long gone, and now, I couldn't even concentrate. Everything blurred. I felt exhausted for no real reason. This was where the story ended, wasn't it? There wasn't anything else… "Tell me about the next time you saw Doctor Lorie. If you're a good girl, I'll give you another baba." Honestly, the woman knew she shouldn't be pushing such a precarious house of cards as much as she was, but it was important to get enough information to build a sustainable relationship here. To ensure she came back once she left. "Never saw him again," I muttered, curling up to the woman. "Just got a bear with him, and that was it… nothin' else…" It was all I remembered. As who I was, all I remembered was a bear, some papers, and a broken promise to Koi. Then, I took summer classes that July. The end.
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    Bring on the drama... We have the right to carry a gun, but come on dude use some common sense, you don't shoot some one willy nilly. Sent from my SM-J320V using Tapatalk
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    Chapter 7: Doctor's Orders Visions flashed through Myles's mind -- London, naked, wanting, open, pining. He could see her in his mind's eye sprawled out on an examination table, naked as the day she was born, "come hither" look painted on her face, as he approached. He snapped out of it, realizing that London was leading him to her bedroom. It was an explosion of pinks and purples, populated by even more stuffed animals that London had dragged into the living room. A princess bed with a canopy occupied one's eyes as they entered. A large, expansive dollhouse lay on the floor, complete with plastic dolls to inhabit it. Disney posters lined the walls to the point where they were practically wallpaper. "Do you want to be the doctor or the sick person?" she asked Myles while he was still taking in everything. He thought for a moment when the image of a naked London on an exam table, delicate white skin resting, aware of its own beauty, in the silence of the room. "Doctor," he blurted out. London cocked her head for a moment. Then, without warning, and with all the apparent strength and speed of a train, she grabbed Myles by his shoulders, and swung him around, until he was thrown with force upon London's princess bed. London had a mischievous look on her face as she said to the boy, "Too bad! It's my room, and I say that I'm gonna be the doctor, and you're the sick boy." Myles was too surprised to be disappointed, and he accepted this shift all the same. "Stay right there, mister," London said as she rushed off to her closet, jostling through toys and gadgets before she returned dressed in a white lab coat, which obscured her diaper, and a plastic blue stethoscope. As she approached him, Myles tried to recall the last time he, in his childhood explorations, had "played doctor" but he couldn't think of any. He just knew that there was serious potential for some examinations and inspections -- he had just hoped he would be the one in charge. "Alright, now, let Doctor London see the patient," London began in her best faux-authoritative voice. "Stand up, silly!" Myles obeyed, leaping to his feet. "Oh my..." said London. "What's wrong?" Myles asked, half-serious, half-playful. "Make a note, nurses," London said, turning to the dolls sitting on her dresser. "Subject is still in diapers." With this, Myles blushed. "You are t--!" he said, before London's finger went up to his mouth to hush him up. "Shhhhh, don't be silly, little boy," she said. "Of course I'm not in diapers, I'm a doctor, doctors are grownups." With this, she added a wink, so that Myles would not be too uncomfortable. The boy suppressed a laugh, but could not fight back his grin. "Speaking of, I think maybe we should check the patient's diapy, see if he needs a change." "I don't need a change!" Myles said, without thinking. London took a step back. "Hmmmm, unruly patient. May be in need of a sedative," she began, before dropping her voice down a whisper. "I'll only check the diaper if you want me too. We're just playing, Myles." At this show of trust, Myles decided to return his trust to her. "Well...you are the doctor." "Good boy," she said approvingly, as she ran her fingers down to the leg-band of his diaper. A mild blush. "The patient seems dry. Now let me check the backside," she said, grabbing at the back of his diaper and pulling the plastic away so that his bum was available for her examination. A bigger blush. "Dry indeed. And a cute bottom. That diaper's on their nice and strong too. You must have a good mommy. Alright, now off with the shirt." Instilled with the confidence that London complimenting his butt brought to him, Myles quickly dispatched with his long-sleeved T-shirt, leaving him standing bare-chested in London's presence. London pulled out her stethoscope, placing it up against his chest. Myles was self-conscious of his thin build. His heart began to beat faster as London moved her toy stethoscope around his chest, with her arm resting on his shoulder. "Breathe in," she said, and he complied. "Now breathe it." With his exhalation, Myles could feel himself becoming aroused. He shifted uncomfortably, hoping it wasn't enough to be noticeable. "Oh, my..." London said. "A very big boy we have here." Myles looked down to see London having knelt down, eye level with his crotch, his hard, stiff cock noticeably bulging under the encasing of his diaper. She stood, looking up at him. Myles's eyes darted around the room, unable to find something to focus on. He felt uncomfortable, aroused, awkward, and excited all at once. His emotions were overflowing out of him, "Myles." His eyes turned to face her. "London." He hadn't realized it, but the word -- that word, her name -- came out wavering and shaky. "Myles." Her voice was not like his when she said his name. It was stronger, more confident. Soft and welcoming, but strong. Myles felt his knees growing weak underneath him. He, almost without thinking, found refuge on the bed, sitting his puffy diapered backside down, intensely aware of his stiff manhood hidden only by his childish garment. London sat down next to him. Is this how it happens? He thought. Despite all his pretenses and stabs at being "cool" Myles had never been so intimate with a girl before -- sitting on her bed, mostly naked, aroused. He wondered what was going through London's mind at this moment, the girl he had so crudely judged and generalized hours earlier. "Oh, Myles," she said, a light smile on her lips. She placed her hand on his shoulder. Her touch was gentle, soft. The softness of her touch was countered only by the hardness of his member inside his diaper. The two teens were lost enough in their intimate moment to be completely oblivious to the world around them -- the toys, the dollhouse, the stuff animals, the posters, all had vanished from their knowledge. So had London's mother. The eyes of the two young people connected as they tried to read each others' faces, but this moment of togetherness, this vacuum occupied by only two figures was soon shattered by the sound of a door creaking open. "What in the world are you kids doing?!"
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    Part III We all finished up at the bar and said our farewells. Some of my new co-workers were pissed right up. I mean slurring and stumbling, red faced and laughing. I was not one of those. I am Irish, we can handle our drink. Plus I know how to drink, drink smarter not harder. I stick with whiskies and waters. I am glad our night out was ending though. I was in need of a change, as a precaution I had added a doubler into my last diaper. I put it to good use. Tony had stayed up at the bar telling more and more exaggerated versions of the story until he was kindly asked to leave by Al, the bartender. I saw him across the street as I left the bar. This could go one of two ways. Well for me and him, or not well for him. The decision was his. Tony jogged across the street when he saw me, I turned to face him and bent my knees ever so slightly, just to lower my centre of gravity. Turns out I had nothing to worry about. “Aisling. Aisling!” “Hi Tony. How are you feeling?” “A little banged up for sure, but not as bad I suspect it could have been.” “Mmmm” I made a non-committal noise, he was right about that. If they hadn’t disturbed my fighting fog, chances are he would be eating his meals through a straw for the rest of his days. I am happy that they did. I like Tony. “Anyhow, I jus want to say thanks for covering for me back there, you didn’t need to save my ass. But I am glad you did. How ever did you learn to fight like that? I mean I am a bruiser, don’t get me wrong, but you were on the war path.” “I am trained.” Giving that simple answer generally stirs up more questions, but it is fun. “Trained how? Like a ninja or something?” What is with people these days and ninjas? I don’t get it, yeah they are cool, but still enough already. “Not quite like a ninja, more like a fighter. Before I came to Canada my amateur boxing record was 25-2-0. I also am trained in Krav Maga.” “Wow, okay. I did a little boxing back when I was a kid, never took to the rules. Kept fighting, just not in the ring. I recently got back into the gym though. My size helped me compensate for my lack of refined technique. Now that I am getting older I need to be smarter about it.” Yeah. I got that. Tony was massive. People through that word around a lot these days, Tony actually qualified for the moniker. I am tall, and strong for a woman. 5’10” and I can do 20 military pull-ups. Tony, looked fat, was not. I learned that when I was beating him. 6’5” and about 300 lbs. Solid muscle. He was a bear of a man. I would not even guess at his general strength. Somewhere between insane and colossal I would reckon. “I only ask because I am a member of a great fight gym, and we would love to have a woman on the team, especially one who is not afraid of hitting or getting hit back. If you are interested here is their number.” I take it from him, I am intrigued. I know that I am out of fight shape, but it would be nice to train again. “Thanks for the number Tony, I’ll give it a think.” “No problem Aisling. It has been my pleasure. See you on Monday.” He took off walking down the street. My cab arrived and I got in, eager to get home, get changed, and get to bed. It had been a hard day. I awoke Saturday morning to something that rarely happens to me. A wet bed. Normally I am protected enough that I can avoid that inconvenience, but not today. Oh well, I needed to wash my sheets anyways. I get up and survey the damage, there is a wet spot about twice the size of a piece of newspaper on the bed. I strip the sheets revealing my ‘insurance’ the vinyl mattress protector that I have. I smile, and give it a stroke. “Old friend” I say “You have saved me again”. I pat it appreciatively. I bundle the sheets by the door and get down to getting out of my night diaper. Having changed I get all my clothes together and head down to the laundry room, crinkling all the way. My ‘lazy Saturday’ clothes do nothing to hide the fact that I am diapered. I am an early riser, always have been, so all the machines are free. I take full advantage of that. One for my sheets, one for my clothes, and one for my plastic panties. I set them, and head back to my flat. I have only been in this building for a couple of weeks, I am not totally unpacked yet. I make a hard decision to finish that chore before Sunday rolls in. I check the time. 0640. A perfect time to call my Mum. I do. We talk, I relate the story of Tony to her. We laugh. Half and hour later I hang up the phone, and sigh. I miss my Mum. I go about the other boring tasks of living, I eat breakfast, wash up the dishes, brush my teeth, etc. I look at the clock 0735. Time to switch the loads. I go back down to the laundry room to move things over. I see that there is another denizen of the building in the laundry room. I say hi. “Hi, I’m Aisling. I just moved in a couple of weeks ago.” She looks at me up and down, why do I feel like I am being judged. Her eyes linger on my abdomen. I see her smirk, and look up at me. “Nice diaper.” I look down at myself, my shirt had ridden up to reveal the waistband of my diaper. I pull my shirt down and look back at her. There is only one way to deal with people like her. “Thanks.” That caught her off-guard, bet she was looking for me to blush or get all embarrassed or some shit. Not this chick. This chick don’t play by those rules. I walk over to my machines and switch the loads. Putting them onto dry. She puts her clothes on to wash and we just stand there in an awkward silence. I walk away, crinkling noisily all the while. I hear her mutter something as I round the bend. “Freak.” That stops me cold. That is totally unnecessary, and I am going to tell her that. I march back over to her and ask. “Care to repeat that little comment?” Oh, this is going to get interesting I am standing up to someone who I think has been a queen-bee her whole life. Let’s see what happens. “Bitch get outta my face!” I walk closer “Care to repeat that little comment?” I am keeping my cool, closing the distance between us very slowly. Being menacing doesn’t mean being violent. It just means being cool when they are not. I can see her defences weakening. “I-I said get out of my face.” I am standing right on top of her. I am much taller than her, yet another advantage. “Not that one. The one you made before, when I was walking away.” “I didn’t say anything” her voice is getting quieter. “Yes, you did, I heard you. You called me something, what was it?” “I called you a freak.” She is looking at her feet now, she doesn’t even have the balls to look at me directly. Coward. “Why? Why would you call me that?” “Because-because you are wearing a diaper.” “Yes, I am wearing a diaper. Very good. Do you know why I am wearing a diaper?” “No…no I don’t.” “I am wearing a diaper because I have a medical condition that requires me to. It is an assistive device. Much like a wheelchair, it lets me live a normal life. You wouldn’t make fun of someone in a wheelchair, would you?” “No…no I wouldn’t” “So why would you make fun of me for wearing a diaper?” “I dunno, because it is weird.” “That’s not for you to decide. Now I am waiting for an apology.” “Sorry” “Pardon me? I didn’t hear you.” “I am sorry for making fun of your diaper.” “Thank-you. That wasn’t so bad, was it? Now fuck off before I beat you into a coma.” She blanched, and took off for the hills. Maybe it was my height, or my words. But she will think twice about doing that again. That was satisfying. I wouldn’t have really hit her, but the threat of violence is generally a more practical tool than the violence itself. Eventually my loads are done and I trundle them back up the stairs to my place. I fold them and put them all where they belong. That chore complete I continue to unpack. Sometime later my phone chirps. Emily sent me a text asking if I wanted to go out tonight. I had no immediate plans so I agreed. She was going to introduce me to some of her friends at a local diner. That sounds like a nice time to me. However, that still left me with a good portion of the day kill. What to do? Remembering my conversation with Tony, I give the gym he recommended a ring. They answer, they are open. I guess I know what I am doing now. I check my diaper, only a little damp. Get dressed, pack my diaper/gym bag, an head out. I arrive at the gym, it looks like a fight gym. Greasy, sweaty, and perfect. I open the door and enter a familiar world. I am about to introduce myself when I see Tony standing ringside. “Aisling, you came!” He starts limping over to where I am standing. He starts introducing me to all the people ringside. “Guys, this is Aisling. She is the girl I told you about. The one that did all this to me.” They look at him, then they look at me. Up and down. Like an appraisal. It feels weird. “Uhhhh…Hi guys. Tony gave me the number for the gym, in case I ever felt like training. I am here, so I guess I do.” One of them speaks, “You did all that damage to Tony? By yourself? Unprepared?” “Yes.” “Well I’m sold, you want to train here you are welcome, anybody who can knock Tony around is welcome here. Consider that your application.” I smile “Thanks, I didn’t catch your name though.” “Oh, forgive me. I am Gustavo Ramirez y Soledad Allejandro Juan Garcia IV. Call me Gus. Everyone else does.” That was a relief, I might be able to remember Gus. “Is there someplace I can get changed?” “Yup, locker room is just over there past the mirror.” “Thanks Gus.” I head over to the locker room, this is going to be interesting. I get there and enter. It is empty right now. I strip off my street clothes to just my diaper, I give it an experimental prod. Wet. Not concerningly so. I put on my gym gear and head back out. It is pretty clear that I am wearing a diaper. Fighting gym gear is not conducive to hiding tings like that. The guys look at me, look at the exposed waistband of my diaper, and continue talking amongst themselves. For me that makes them good folk. They see the diaper, they don’t care, they are here to train or to be trained. That is all that matters. I walkover to the weights and start getting my stretch on. Warming up is very important. The science on that score is conflicted, I just like to limber up before I exercise. Stretching complete I start my weight circuit. I am going light, I am rusty and, the last thing I want to do is hurt myself. So, I stick to 20lbs and under. Finishing up some half hour later I feel a gratifying bead of sweat on my forehead. I glove up and take it to the heavy bag. It all comes back to me. The combinations, the steps. Jab. Jab, jab, cross. Jab, cross, jab, uppercut. It fills me completely. The rest of the gym evaporates. It is just me and the bag, we are all that exist in the world. Finishing up there, I need a breather. I head back to the locker to grab my towel. Also, to check my diaper. I do both. Diaper is okay. Heading back out Tony walks up to me. “That was some pretty good moves you pulled there. You weren’t kidding you know what you are about.” “Thanks Tony, it feels really good to get the gloves on and get back into the groove. Truth be known I am in terrible shape. Not too long ago I would have run circles around that bag. Now I am just glad I could jog.” “If you feel up to it, I could tape up your hands and you could get some proper sparring in. I doubt we have anyone in your weight class handy, but I doubt that that is going to be an issue for you. Am I right?” “You are. I would love to get taped up. If you are offering to be my corner man I accept.” “Excellent, I’ll go fetch the tape. You keep warm, don’t need you getting cold on me.” His transition from fan to coach is flawless. I obey him and start jumping rope. He returns with the tape. I stop jumping. I present my hands to him. For a woman, they are pretty beat up. Full of scars and lumpy knuckles. What can I say? I am a fighter. Boxing is really hard on the hands. He starts taping me up. I start getting mentally geared up. By the time, he is finished getting my gloves on; I am in the mode. I step into the ring. My opponent does likewise. We touch gloves, I put in my mouth guard. And we are off. He closes in on my very quickly, throwing jabs. Testing me out. I can tell he has me beat on range, he has got long Goddamn arms. I sidestep a jab and let loose a wicked cross to his head. It connects, but not too well. Even-so it gave him a rattle. I follow up with jabs to his body, he is deflecting most of them but some get through. I see him telegraph his next from a mile away, he is going for a haymaker. Why? We are in the first round, the testing stages. Oh well. As he throws the wild power punch, I lean back. As I do so he comes in with a jab. An offbalance jab to be sure, but it catches me in the eye and completely off-guard. I take it like a champ. The bell goes. I go to my corner, to Tony. I sit. Fuck. I am rusty. “Aisling, you gotta move more, you are not a tree. Use your speed, dance around him. Think of it like a torture of a thousand cuts. Lots, and lots of jabs. It will wear him down.” Clearly Tony doesn’t know much about my technique. I am an inside fighter, I don’t hop around like a sugar plum fairy in Tchaikovsky, I go in and finish it. He will see. I get a quick mouth rinse and we are off again. Jab. Jab. Jab. Cross, Jab. We are exchanging blows. It is coming back to me now. I know I am the superior fighter. I take a glancing blow on the chin, thankfully my headgear takes the juice out of it. Okay, enough fucking around, time to finish this. I close on him. His long fucking monkey arms are no good up close. I start beating his body with short scything jabs and crosses. I feel him try to push me back. I clinch, and pummel his kidney in thanks. He is slowing down. I break off, just as he was getting used to the closeness. I swap my stance, going southpaw for the end. That really throws him. Everybody else at ringside too. “Did you see that?” “Yeah” “Flawless!” He looks confused, I strike. It is a simple, two, one, one, one combination. Two jabs, a cross, a jab, and another cross. What makes it effective, is now I am fighting him like a mirror. For the whole fight, he was fighting me right, now it is opposite. Going left really fucks them up. I let loose the combination. It was perfect. Each shot told. I see him, weaving standing up. His corner man throws in the towel. I win. Simple as that. I return to my corner. I sit on my stool. Tony comes round and starts taking off my gear. “Well that was impressive, for somebody so rusty, you did pretty good.” I am winded. “Thanks…Tony… Believe you me… I am much better without the gloves.” “Oh I believe you. This blackeye and bruised ball sack are all the proof I need.” He smiles at me. I return the favour. I think we just had a moment. I am de-gloved and I walk back across the ring to my opponent. He is clearly still feeling the effects of my fists. Gus, his corner man looks up at me. There is an appreciation in his eyes. It is gratifying to be appreciated for doing something you love. He is talking to his boy. “Johnny, come in Johnny.” Johnny is not saying anything. That is a little concerning. I think I am just going to stand here and see if I am going to be needed in my other capacity. Again. Gus gets the head gear, and gloves off Johnny. He looks him in the eyes. He doesn’t say a thing. He gets his cell out and starts dialing. As he is talking, I get in to take a look at Johnny. He is breathing rather funny, kinda hitching in his chest. I look in his eyes. “Gus?” He looks down at me. “Do you have a small flashlight handy?” Turns out he does. I flash into Johnny’s eyes. Pupillary reactions are normal. That is good. Really good. He gets sick onto the canvas. I jump back, Gus not so lucky. “Fuck!” There is no blood in the sick. That is another good sign. I think he has a concussion though, maybe some bruised ribs. I tell Gus that. He looks at me with doubt. How could I know that? I go onto explain that I am a nurse practitioner. Almost a doctor, with none of the annoying research involved. Tony pipes up. “I have seen her diplomas and stuff Gus, enough to fill a wall. You can trust her.” “Okay then.” The ambulance arrives, and they cart Tony away. Me trailing the gurney, hastily scribbling notes and shoving them at the Paramedics. After they are gone some semblance of normalcy descends on the gym. Gus walks over to me and motions for me to follow. I do. We walk to a private office and enter. He sits behind a desk. I also sit. “So…Aisling, you are one hell of a fighter. Johnny was one of my up-and-comers. He was going to be fighting his first professional match in the next couple of months. If the concussion is severe enough, I will have to pull him. I don’t want any of my boys to end up like Rocky, all slurry and shit. Fighting is life, for a while. Then life is fighting. I want them to be able to continue to fight life. Not have fighting become their life or be the end of life as they know it. This is a rough game, but a game notwithstanding. To that end, I would like to offer you a placement in an amateur bout in the next couple of weeks. Just a three rounder, but enough for you to get comfortable again. What do you say?” I wanted to say yes, but, I was starting work at a school. Having your nurse come in all battered and bruised was not good. So, I declined the offer. I explained myself and my reasoning. They were acceptable answers to him. I told him I still wanted to train here, just not fight in any bouts. Sparring yes, but no matches. He was agreeable to that. We then got to talking about my technique. I agreed with him that I was rusty. He was still impressed. Back in Belfast at my old gym I had a nickname. It was dadder. It was a hybrid name a mix of diaper and adder. I didn’t much care for it. But it was a nickname, you don’t get to pick them. He laughed at that said. “That is the truth. However, if you are going to be sticking around you are going to need a handle. I was thinking something along the lines ‘Peener’. Thoughts?” “What the heck is a ‘peener’?” “It is short for ball-peen. It is a type of hammer, used for shaping metal. I think it fits. The peen is the rounded portion of the hammerhead. And you hammered the hell out of Johnny, I think it fits you well.” “Okay, but how about just ‘peen’?” “I can live with that Aisling.” “You’re gonna have to Gus.” I smile at him, and leave his office. I am ready to get changed and hit the road. I get back into the locker room, still empty. My diaper is ready for a change, not that it is soaked. Hard physical activity tends to slow my wetting, but it also increases the breakdown of the diaper itself. Kind of a trade off, wet less, still need to change. I strip of the old diaper and hit the shower. I am stinky, not messy stinky, just stinky. Been a while since I got a good sweat- up going. Feeling clean I return to the bench. Having pre-prepped by diaper I sit down on it and begin to fasten it around my waist. As I pull the front up Tony walks in. “Aisling you decent?” He sees me diapering myself. He goes really, really red. “Oh shit! Sorry about that!” He starts backing up, and walks into a bucket, making all sorts of noise he beats a hasty retreat. I am not in the least bit embarrassed about being seen protecting myself. It is a fact of my life that I love. If finish up, dispose of the old diaper. Pull on my trousers, get my bags and leave the locker room. I walk over to Tony. He doesn’t even look me in the eye. “You wanted something Tony?” I ask him with no recrimination in my voice. What could I say there is only the one locker room, he has every right to be in there as me. Just because I am a woman doesn’t mean that I get all sorts of special treatment. One locker room = a shared space. That is just logical. He is all bashful though. I kinda love old stereotyped hang-ups about modesty and chivalry. “Uhh…yeah. I was just going to say you did a good job back there, and thanks for coming out today.” He was looking at his feet the whole time, a big, bashful giant. “And sorry for walking in on you there, I hope I didn’t embarrass you or anything.” “Tony, if I was gong to be embarrassed you would have heard about it. There is only one locker room, you have just as much right to use it as me. It just so happens that I was taking care of a personal matter, and you saw it. No harm, no foul. Okay? Also, please call me Ais. All my friends do, and I would like to consider you one of those.” “Sure thing Ais, thanks for being so cool about it.” “No problem Tony, see you Monday.” I leave the gym, I am going to be sore tomorrow. But right now, I feel great. I go to the store and get what I need grocery and self care wise. Returning home. I get to baking. I did promise myself to make some cookies for the custodians. Getting them in the oven, I go over to my bedroom and survey my diaper supply. Not low, but not high enough to survive a postal strike. Time to place an order. I log onto the computer, and place an order for more boosters, and more diapers. From time to time I like to treat myself, so I order a onesie. By no means am I an AB, but they do have some awfully cute clothing selections, I identify as a DL (obviously). I place my order, and return to the kitchen. My cookies are done. I take them off of the baking sheet and but them on racks to cool. As I am getting the second tray out of the oven, I feel myself mess. It is always an interesting sensation, feeling your body expel solid waste with no conscious decision on your part. The mess encounters my diaper and begins to expand between my cheeks. It was a large one. I finish putting the cookies on the racks and walk over to my changing mat. I don’t want to smear it around if I can avoid it. I ready my new diaper, I place a booster in this one, as I am going out soon I don’t know when I will get the next chance to change. Kneeling down now I pop the tapes off of the soiled one. Grabbing wipes, I start cleaning myself. Front to back. Making sure to get all of the mess off of my skin. Finishing that, I cream-up, powder-up, and seal-up. The whole process takes about 10 minutes. Time goes by and I am ready to leave to meet Emily and her social circle. I check my make-up, my diaper, and my diaper bag. Everything is spot on. I leave the flat. As I am walking down the hall who do I encounter? Why it is queenie, from this morning. She sees me and makes an about face, walking away from me. I smile. I guess I made an impression on that one. I leave the apartment and begin the walk to the diner. It not short, nor is it over long. It is the perfect length, enough to stretch out my legs, but not enough to make me wish that I had taken the bus. I arrive a little early. Emily is already there in a booth. She waves me over. “Hey! You made it.” “Yeah, it is going to be nice to meet some more people. These are you friends from work?” She stands up and we give each other a little hug. You know that little hug that all girls give each other, more intimate than a handshake, less than a full out wrap-around squeeze. I have since gotten over my hang-up as being not huggy. I don’t particularly enjoy them, but they are expected, so I oblige. We get to talking. The waitress comes by and I order a coffee. One of my many vices, I am a junkie. If I don’t get enough of the black stuff in me, I get really cranky. My life juice arrives, and I take a grateful swallow. Not bad, as far as diner coffee goes. By no means is it some kind of ‘artisanal brew, handcrafted by monks in the jungles of Paraguay’ but it is okay. The rest of her friends arrive and we get to talking. Of course, my accent is a hit. What is it about the Irish accent and Canadians? The conversation goes back and forth. Emily lets slip that we met at a support group meeting. Her friends look lost. Support group? “Emily, what support group? Are you in AA or something?” “No Jen, I am not in AA, I would rather let that one go, if it is alright with you.” She is embarrassed, I can tell. Her friends though are respectful enough to drop it. We move on to other matters. I have a developing bruise on my cheek, and my knuckles are all cut up from yesterdays encounter with Tony. The one call Jen notices this and asks me. “Oh, I got into a fight this morning.” That is the truth. I did get into a fight. It is how you frame the truth that sets the stage for a good story. Like I said before: ‘We Irish, born storytellers’. Emily looks concerned “What do you mean you got into a fight? Are you alright? Did you call the cops?” “It wasn’t that kind of fight Em. I am not some battered women, I am a fighter. As in I am trained to fight.” “How so?” Her friends all lean in close to listen. “I am a boxer. You ever see ‘Million Dollar Baby’?” A chorus of yes’s makes it way around the table. “Like that. Back in Belfast I was on the amateur circuit. Before I retired, my record was 25-2-0. I got out of the game to focus on school. Now that I am all learned up I can get back into it a bit.” “So you fought another women?” “No, I fought a guy today. The gym where I am signed up doesn’t have another women. So, I fought a guy who was above my weight class today. I won. He is not doing so hot.” They were on the edges of their seats. Drinking in my words. I continue. “We fought two rounds, he scored a couple, I scored a couple more. Sent him to hospital with a concussion.” They all sit back, and look at me different. Especially Emily, she has this look on her face. Mix between admiration and wonderment. Our meals arrive, and we dig in. I plow away at my steak and eggs. I like to eat. I mean keep your hands away from my plate. I might mistake them for sausage links. The meal concludes and her friends depart. I have added a whole roster of new contacts into my phone. It is just Emily and me. I suggested we go for a walk. She agreed and we left the diner. It was chilly out. Late Winter in Ontario is still cold. Apparently, I missed the real weather, I would have to wait until next year to experience that. We walked along to a park and sat down on a bench. I really wanted a smoke, but I didn’t know how Em would take it. I really cut back but every now and then I just really NEED it you know. So, I say. “Do you mind if I smoke?” Emily looks over at me. “No go ahead. I was going to ask you the same question. I was just wondering if you were going say something along the lines of ‘Ewww. Are you a smoker? How can you do that to yourself? Don’t you know it is bad for you?’ Or something equally as stupid.” I let out a laugh at that. “I know, right? Yes, I know smoking is bad for, yes I am aware of the risks involved. I accept those risks, it is like driving a car. Or crossing the street.” We both light up, and take gratifyingly long drags. The smoke hangs in the air. It is a perfect moment. My diaper gets warm and swells a bit as I let out a splash and it trickles to the back. I sigh contentedly. Yes this is perfect. A good feed. A new friend. And two old friends. I am happy in this moment. We sit in silence for a while, just enjoying the evening. Eventually I speak. “So Emily,” She looks over at me “anybody special in your life?” “Not right now, it is hard to find a girl who accepts diapers, I have had a couple of dates in the last month but nothing came of it.” Did she say girl? Is she gay?! “Did you say girl Emily?” Suddenly I feel her stiffen, her voice is a little harder. “Yes, I did, why do you have a problem with that?” On the contrary. I am really, really happy she said that. She came out to me just like that. It must be nice to grow up in a country so accepting and liberal. “No, not at all. Actually, I am impressed you came out to me so easily. I am in fact rather taken with you. I just didn’t know if you were, what is the right expression here? ‘Pitching for the same team as me’.” Her body softens again. “Oh, well. Now that we both know that. I admit that I am rather attracted to you as well. You are really, really interesting. Plus, I know that my diapers are not gong to be an issue with you, just like yours are not going to be an issue with me.” I smile at that. “Yes at least we have that in common. More to the point, may I ask you out on a proper dinner date? Seeing as we are mutually drawn to each other and all, I figure that it is worth a shot.” “That sounds wonderful Ais, when were you thinking?” “How about Friday night. I know it is a week away but I am starting my job in earnest on Monday and I want to give myself a week to adjust.” “That sounds great Ais. Honestly, I am kinda surprised that you admitted to yourself that you were attracted to me, and that you asked me out. I had you pegged right, I just figured you were really deep in the closet.” I look at her and say “Back home in Belfast I had to be. Why do you think I chose to come an entire Ocean away? I needed to be me, and Northern Ireland is not overly accepting of Protestant Lesbians. I think my Mum knows about me. But don’t ask, don’t tell. She is quite the traditionalist, and a Gay, diaper wearing daughter might be a bit much for her. Over here I can get comfortable with who I am.” We hold hands for a moment, and say our goodbyes. I needed to get some sleep, Monday is approaching fast.
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    I feel you there Melissa. I love the diaper stuff. Not into the AB side! I am complex in the sexuality department. I also hate labels... I have dated men, women, and trans. People usually pop up right here and say, "Well you are pan then!" and I say, "Nope, I am Mackenzie!" End of the day, my opinion is just be you! If you are proud of a label you have chosen, then freaking be proud of it! Own it. Just let girls like me who have no desire for a label at all be proud of our own little things! :-)
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    He is, he's very terrible but I do have a plan for him. Here's the fourth chapter: Wendy knocked loudly on the door and waited her thoughts still on Maureen, who was she, really? Hearing a giggle Wendy looked up startled only to smile at Tina, “You’ve been standing there for about a minute, silly,” said Tina causing Wendy to blush slightly and rush in through the door, Tina closing the door turned around to look at Wendy only to frown, “you okay?” asked Tina with concern as Wendy paused in the hallway taking off her shoes, “Yeah, I’m okay, just a hard day at work that’s all,” replied Wendy softly as Tina walked over to her and patted down the top of her hair, “why are you doing that?” asked Wendy, annoyed. Tina sighed, “Your hair is a mess and I know it hasn’t been windy today at all, you also got some dirt on your shirt right here,” said Tina pointing out some of the dirt that Wendy hadn’t cleaned up, “normally you would be here about twenty minutes earlier and your head isn’t in the clouds this much, Wendy.” replied Tina folding her arms across her chest and looking down at Wendy with a raised eyebrow. Wendy raised her eyebrow in return, “Sure but you still didn’t answer my question.” responded Wendy with a quick grin causing Tina to shake her head, “I did that because I thought you wouldn’t want your hair to be all over the place, now, answer mine, what’s going on?” asked Tina. Wendy shrugged her shoulders and kept quiet as Tina stared her down, "Come on, what is it?" asked Tina, worried as Wendy put her shoes down, "Do you know Liam?" asked Wendy, softly. Tina nodded, frowning still, "Yeah I know him, kinda, always hangs around the 'Rift', and isn't he your boss for your internship, at the moment?" replied Tina looking at Wendy, curiously, "Do you know someone called Maureen, then, by any chance?" asked Wendy looking towards the kitchen, "Somewhat but not well," replied Tina, growing annoyed, "Wendy, stop avoiding my question, what happened and don't tell me you fell, you might be a klutz but your not this big of a klutz to get mud on you like this, so tell me what happened and that includes what you don't want me to know." stated Tina, sternly, staring hard into Wendy's eyes causing the smaller girl to look away, nervously, feeling intimidated by her friend. "Just don't do anything, okay, you need to promise me if I tell you, I don't want a repeat." mumbled Wendy causing Tina to grab her arm, gently, and pull her into the living room and onto the sofa, "What do you mean a repeat, are you hurt?" asked Tina, checking Wendy's face for any bruises or cuts, as her hand landed softly on the bottom of Wendy's back causing Wendy to wriggle a little, Tina's eyes widen and quickly pulled the back of Wendy's shirt up giving her almost no time to react, "Tina!" shouted Wendy, frustrated, worried and slightly scared as she felt her friend's hand touch one of the many bruises, she didn't have a lot on her back but Liam had hit her a lot, silence filled the air as Tina rubbed the bruises, gently, caressing them, being careful not to cause anymore pain, silently Tina took Wendy's hand and led her upstairs to her bedroom and locked the door. "Tina?" asked Wendy, cautiously, she's never seen her friend act like this or be this quiet, she had thought loud, brass Tina was intimidating but this, this was an entirely different level and she felt scared, powerless again but she knew Tina wasn't like Liam, was she? Panic arouse within her. "It's okay," soothed Tina, crouching down to Wendy's level and placed her hands on the girl's shoulder, "nothing bad is going to happen, I promise, I'm just getting to check you over for anymore bruises and to see if you need any medicine or medical attention, then we'll talk, okay." replied Tina, softly, as Wendy nodded and stayed still as her friend undressed her, Tina took off Wendy's shirt and set it aside, she couldn't see any bruises on her friend's front, walking around she could see the bruises on her back more clearly, they were purple, somewhat nasty, she had seen worse but she couldn't picture anything worse then seeing Wendy hurt, the thought alone upset her greatly, she moved Wendy's trouser's down and tried her best not to gasp as she looked at the girl's bottom and the back of her legs, anger and rage quickly boiled up inside her but she needed to remain calm for Wendy's sake, "Sweetie," said Tina, quietly, "who did this?" asked Tina as Wendy stood, uncomfortably, "Liam, did." responded Wendy holding back tears, "Lay on your stomach and I'll be right back, okay." said Tina, leading Wendy over to her bed and helping her to lay down, she looked down at her naked friend and sighed a little as she walked out of the room and downstairs, past the kitchen, Sam glanced at Tina and followed her into the bathroom. "What's wrong?" asked Sam as Tina sorted through different types of creams they had, "Wendy's hurt and I swear if I ever see that bastard I'll kill him." snarled Tina as Sam carefully put his hand on her shoulder, "How about you just take care of her for now and we can all talk about what's going on later, she's probably scared and you need to calm down otherwise Wendy might get more upset then she already is, you know what she's like." said Sam, calmly, Tina turned around to face him a bottle of cream in her hand and breathed in deeply, "Calm down? Seriously, Sam, she's hurt and..." Tears fell from Tina's eyes as Sam held her, tightly, comforting her as she sobbed quietly, "You can't protect her from everything and you can't blame yourself for not being there, you didn't know that was going to happen, did you, no, so stop beating yourself up over it, take care of Wendy and I'll sort of drinks and snacks for the movie, okay, and we'll talk properly, the three of us, once both of you are able to do so." stated Sam as Tina wiped her eyes and nodded, smiling a little at him, he always amazed her and she couldn't help but feel her heart grow light almost like a feather, and quickly, she kissed Sam on the lips and left, leaving Sam alone with a grin on his face. Tina returned to Wendy and sighed, seeing her friend, naked, it was weird, she had an odd attraction to Wendy but she didn't know what it was, maybe it was due to her and Sam being so alike sometimes? Or maybe it was the way she would talk, soft, quiet and yet with so much energy or was it the way she held herself, she didn't know, she had relations with other females before and knew very well if she was attracted to that person or not but with Wendy she felt nothing but conflict, gently she placed her hand down on her bottom, "I've got some cream, it might sting a little but it'll make you feel better soon, okay," soothed Tina as she applied the cream to Wendy's bottom, gently rubbing the cream in and making sure she got every bruise covered, she didn't want Wendy hurting at all, "nearly done." mumbled Tina to herself as Wendy sighed, contently, relaxing into Tina's hands as her friend took care of her. Tina glanced down at Wendy's trouser's, "You won't be wearing those or your top, they need a wash but you can have one of my shirts for now, it should cover you, your not exactly tall." giggled Tina a little as Wendy blushed, lightly, as Tina grabbed one of her white t shirts and put it over her friend, Wendy looked down, the shirt covered her but if she bent down at all she would be exposed, she looked at Tina, "Can I borrow some of your underwear or something?" asked Wendy with a frown as Tina shook her head, "They won't fit but I might have some of my cousin's spare underwear, it might be a little tight though but it's better then nothing unless you want to stay like that?" said Tina searching her room until she came across a small bag that had her cousin's belongings in it, she pulled out a couple of panties and package of pull-ups, "Here we go," said Tina, grabbing one of the panties that was white with gold stars and had a yellow bow in the middle of the waistband causing Wendy to frown, "come on, it's not that bad unless you want a pull-up or to go naked?" joked Tina as she looked towards the pull-ups, "They even have disney princesses on." giggled Tina as Wendy blushed and took the star covered panties her friend was holding and put them on, they were tight but not bad, she looked at Tina, "Do you really have to stare at me like that, they don't look that bad, do they?" asked Wendy, worried as Tina smiled and shook her head, "Why don't you go into the living room and I'll check on Sam, okay." replied Tina as Wendy sighed and walked away and into the living room. Tina watched as Wendy walked away, she couldn't get over how adorable her friend looked with just her shirt on and some childish underwear, she looked so cute holding it up like that! Tina glanced at the pull-ups and imagined Wendy waddling away from her, it would be so cute! She would explode from the cuteness, she had to get Wendy into them somehow even if it was just for one night but how? And she didn't want to make Wendy feel even more uncomfortable then she was. Wendy sat on the sofa and curled her legs up underneath her, tucking them under her chin, glad that Tina's shirt was big on her, sighing, Wendy closed her eyes for a moment or what was suppose to be for a moment, opening them she looked at Tina, confused. "You fell asleep," said Tina, giggling a little, "it's only been thirty minutes, no need to look so confuse, baby." added Tina, holding Wendy in her lap. Wendy glanced at Sam who had his legs spread out on either side of Tina who was leaning against his chest and nodded, "Yeah, just relax." said Sam. Wendy looked at the TV a movie was playing, black and white, Casablanca, it was one of her favourite movies. She looked at the table and saw snacks laid out and drinks, it looked good and Sam had baked a cake as well. Wendy cuddled up into Tina as the three of them watched the movie together, she could feel Tina's fingers running through her hair and Sam's hand on her stomach, rubbing her a little, she glanced at the two, they were both kissing each other, she couldn't help but blush a little and turned her eyes back to the film and move a little away to let them have some privacy only to be pulled back by Tina who was giggling, Wendy's blush depend as she found her head being pressed against her friend's chest and her head being stroked again, "Stay." said Tina, softly, her grip tightening around Wendy as Sam rolled his eyes a little, annoyed, he and Tina had been kissing and he knew it wasn't Wendy's fault, he could see her trying to move away and leave them space but Tina wouldn't allow it, it drove him crazy sometimes and while he wouldn't mind it, it always got in the way. Wendy glanced at Sam, feeling guilty and looked at Tina who seemed oblivious to the problem or simply didn't care, she should speak up, somehow, "T-tina?" stammered Wendy causing the other girl to hum a little as she stroked Wendy's cheek, "What is it?" asked Tina, gently, as she continued hold onto Wendy, "I, uh, I like cuddling with you but I want to get up." said Wendy, once again trying to move only for Tina's hold to be to strong for her, "You like cuddling, so stay, I don't mind!" exclaimed Tina with a grin as she kissed Wendy on the top of her head. "I do," said Sam, "I'm sorry but I really can't stand this anymore, I can't stand how we're together but not and how you treat Wendy with more affection in a single afternoon then me, I know she's been hurt today but this isn't just today, it's everyday and I really can't stand it anymore." Tina paused and her grip on Wendy loosened, "Go upstairs, Wendy." said Tina letting go, Wendy gladly moved away and went out of the room, closing the door, she could hear muffled voices and no more, she decided to go up into Tina's room, her clothes were gone and probably in the wash. Tina turned around to look at Sam, "You are never to do that again in front of anyone," said Tina, angrily, "if you have a problem you talk to me one on one, what you did was rude." Sam laughed a little, "Rude," said Sam, "really, damn it, Tina, I love you but you seem more in love with Wendy and you don't give me an answer at all, look, I'm sorry for not talking to you one on one before now but just give me an answer, do you love me?" asked Sam. "I do." "Then why don't we date, make it official?" Tina shook her head, "Sam, I can't," sighed Tina, "look, I do love you and your a great guy but I don't want to get tied down, I'm not that sort of person and never will be, you know this, I told you the minute we entered whatever type of relationship this is that I will never be someone's full on girlfriend and if you want that, that's great but you will never have it with me." "Because of Wendy." Tina glared at Sam, "No and stop bringing her up, this is about me and you, not her." Sam looked at Tina, "I don't believe you." "So it's okay when I bring other guys and girls around but when it's Wendy, it's not, I'm with multiple people, so what do you want, do you want me to go to Wendy and tell her to leave and never come back, you want me to tell you that I care or don't care about her, what?" asked Tina, frustrated. "Tell me that she isn't important to you." Wendy looked at the clock, it had been thirty minutes already, quietly she tip toed down stairs to see if the conversation had finished and opened the door a little to see. "Wendy isn't important to me," said Tina, "she'll never be important... Wendy moved back, quietly, she didn't need to hear this and went to the kitchen and into the laundrey room. "she'll never be important, that's what you want me to say, are you crazy?" asked Tina, "You're allowed to be jealous, your allowed to want more time and affection from me but what you want for me to tell you that she isn't important, wouldn't be enough, you'd want me to break contact with her, wouldn't you?" Sam looked away, it would be easier but he would feel like a dick for admitting that, Wendy was his friend after all. Wendy watched as her clothes flew about in the machine, tears pricking at her eyes, did it really matter that she wasn't important to Tina, that she would never be important to her? She had considered Tina to be overbearing but supportive and she always felt Tina was important to her, Tina was her friend but if Tina didn't feel the same way then why was she her? Was Tina just doing this out of pity? Wendy felt sick. Ping! The laundry was done. Sam sighed as he heard the laundry go off and Tina stood up, angry still, and walked out of the room to sort out the laundry only to see Wendy standing there looking as if she was about to cry. Shit. What could she do? Wendy had probably heard her and Sam talk, she needed to do something! Tina wrapped her arms around Wendy before the girl had a chance to run off with her wet clothes and pulled Wendy in close, hugging her tightly, "Wendy, you are important to me, Sam was just being jealous." explained Tina as Wendy cried, she hated to see Wendy cry and glared at Sam who stood watching the two. Wendy knew that she couldn't get away from Tina, she didn't have the strength and she knew how strong Tina was compared to her which meant that she was trapped again. Tina rubbed Wendy's back and glanced at Sam, she hadn't done this before, "Babe can you run a bath for Wendy and me, please, I want her to be more relax and we both need to talk to her about this not just me, Wendy, sweetie, we're going to take a bath together and I'm going to talk, okay, about us, Sam and then we'll talk about Liam, I know that might be awkward for you but will you do this, please, just hear me out and take a bath with me, it'll be nice and warm, I can also get Sam to put bubbles in it, I know you like bubbles because you used to complain about them being expensive to buy, if I didn't care I wouldn't remember something like that would I?" asked Tina, nervously, as she picked Wendy up. Wendy didn't know what to do except nod, she felt emotional and she knew Tina wouldn't let her leave the house without talking to her first and she did need a bath but to have one with Tina and Sam watching them was a little weird to say the least but at least it wasn't with Liam, reluctantly Wendy nodded as Tina carried her into the bathroom.
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    Chapter 5: Play Nice As London was quickly led by her mother's hand -- with less patience, it seemed, than their guest had been led by -- out of the living room and into the bathroom, Myles tried his best to get his bearings. Here he was, diapered like a baby by an older woman, standing in her living room after a schoolmate wet herself. With the two women out of the room, he reached down to his diaper to inspect himself. Its plastic puffiness gave him a unfamiliar feeling of self-consciousness regarding the bottom half of his body. It was so rare for him to be wearing anything down there that felt so strange, so noticeable. He paced around the living room. With every step he took, he heard the telltale crinkle of his diaper bottom -- the thing was noticeable not just in sight, and feeling, but in sound too. And he couldn't even keep his legs closed all the way. The thick of the diaper forced his thighs apart in a way that wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but was so unexpected in its sensation that he wondered if this is what London felt like all the time. But no. He thought. She doesn't feel like this all the time because she doesn't wear diapers. London wears -- I think -- a pull up. Pull ups are for little kids. I'm wearing a diaper. Diapers are for babies. Am I really that immature? He banished the thought. Such uncomfortable thoughts might have a way of creeping back in but he was determined in that moment not to let it. He looked down at his white plastic garment, at its cartoon bears smiling up at him -- what was that look? delight? derision? -- and at its tapes holding the whole thing together. He was going to take this damn thing off. What kind of situation was this? Trapped in a diaper? No, not going to happen. He put his hands to the tapes before a voice inside him spoke again. You have nothing else to wear. Worse, you need these. You were the one who wet himself sleeping, and you let her put this diaper on you because you knew you need this. He withdrew his hands. This could not be happening, right? Surely this was some crazy dream he'd chuckle about later when he awoke? But no, it couldn't be. The senses, the feelings, the tactility of everything that had happened so far -- the clinging dampness of wet clothes, the smell of urine, the soft, refreshing feeling of the baby wipes on his crotch...it was all too real. No, this was no dream. This was his Saturday. He wondered if he should call his parents to tell them what happened. They would at least understand if he felt sick, right? Out of instinct his right hand went down to wear his right jean pocket would be, and -- of course -- felt only the soft but constraining plastic of the diaper. Diapers don't have pockets, he thought. Then he realized it. His phone was still in his jeans, which must mean that London's mother still has it. He had no clear way out. As if summoned by Myles's thoughts, London's mother appeared from the hallway, her daughter following behind her. "Guess who's back!" the woman exclaimed. London emerged from behind her mother, her usual smile on her face, and a diaper on her bottom. Myles had vaguely assumed what would happen but it was still shocking, even in his own diapered state, to see an 18-year-old girl in a diaper for all the world -- which is to say, him -- to see. The diaper was the same design on his, though it seemed to fit the dimensions of her body in a different way than his fit him. "You two kiddos play nice, okay? I'm gonna leave you here. Let me know if you all need anything, I'll be in the backyard." And with that, she was gone, leaving the two teenaged "kiddos" there in the living room, dressed in identical diapers like a pair of overgrown 2-year-olds on a playdate. Maturity and modesty had disappeared with her, though where they went remained a mystery to both. "What do you wanna play, Myles? I've got toys and games in my room--" "I don't want to play anything, London. This isn't normal." London rolled her eyes. "That's silly. You just wanna stand here in your diaper all day? It's much more fun to play. Oh, wait, I've got an idea!" She darted down the hallway, returning a few minutes later with a massive armful of stuffed animals, and dumped them at Myles's feet. "It's time you met my stuffies." Myles shook his head and turned away from her. "No, no. I'm not doing that. I'm not a kid," he said, the crinkle coming from his diaper rendering the statement ridiculous. Suddenly, Myles was surprised to hear a British-accented voice make itself known. "Oh, bother. It seems our new acquaintance is a bit of a grumpasaurus." What was going on -- had someone come in and seen him in his pampered state? He turned back around to see London holding up a baby blue plush stegosaurus. "If he keeps up that sort of attitude," London said, affecting a convincing British voice while moving the stuffed dinosaur, "he'll be extinct before he knows what's what!" Myles couldn't help but laugh at his jumpiness -- mistaking the sound of London "playing pretend" with her stuffed animals for a real intruder. "See," she said, in her normal voice. "It's not so bad." She held out her stegosaurus to Myles, with the expectation that he'd hold it back. Myles shrugged and grabbed the plush animal from her hands. "I see you've already met Sir Stegg. He's a very proper chap, aren't you Sir Stegg?" Myles looked to the dinosaur, as though it would answer him, before catching himself in his silliness. "Sir Stegg, don't you have something to say?" London said in a playful voice. There was an uncomfortable silence, which Myles felt the need to end in the clearest way he knew how, even though it seemed so clearly preposterous. Sighing, he prepared his approximation of a British accent. "Yes, London, I am a proper chap." London giggled. "Aw, see, Myles, they're not so bad. They just need a little help sometimes. Isn't that right, Floopy?" Drawing another stuffed animal from the pile, London held up a rather adorable plush bunny with ears the size of the rest of her body, drooping down to its little bunny feet. London placed the bunny up to her own ears, before nodding and letting out a short sentence. "Floopy says yes." Despite the ridiculousness of the situation, the humiliation of the day, and the widening gyre of debasement that he was subjected to -- that he had subjected himself to -- Myles couldn't help but smile at that. London, in her un-self-conscious earnestness, couldn't help but endear herself to him. At the end of the day, whether she was wearing a dress or a diaper, she was adorable in her willingness to avoid being cool. There was nothing cool about her diapers. There was nothing cool about his diapers. They simply were. And when it came to her, they simply were adorable.
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    I pulled into the parking lot. The girls hopped out of the car and I followed. Darn they were cute walking hand in hand with their cute little diapered butts bouncing along. Diapered butts? Why weren’t they wearing anything over their diapers? A cool breeze blew through me. I looked down and I was bare legged as well. I turned to run back to my car but it was too late. A crowd had formed in the parking lot and was laughing and pointing. Beeeeeeeep. I opened my eyes. Another dream. These things were going to kill me, I was sweating like a pig. I got up and went downstairs and grabbed breakfast. I returned to my room and stripped off the diaper and got in the shower. I let the warm water wash over me for a good long time. I closed my eyes and imagined the girls there with me. Just us, no diapers. I towelled off and brushed my teeth and hair. Mom was waiting to put a diaper on me as usual. And as usual, she was chatting things up. “So what plans do you have today.” “Let’s see, Thursday. Math quiz tomorrow. Nothing much today. Oh,” I tried to add non-chalantly. “I was wondering if the Kaitlyn and Kim could come over tomorrow evening and stay the night. We’re working on our costumes for the Halloween dance.” I was hopping she wouldn’t take issue with this. Admittedly she did let me sleep over at Kim’s before. “That sounds nice. What are you going as?” “The Three Musketeers.” “Like the candy bar?” “No, Mom. Like Athos, Porthos, and Aramis,” I said with a little annoyance. “I’m just kidding,” she said. “I know what you meant. Sure you can have them over. I’ve been working on something with their mothers anyhow.” “OK,” I said. I got dressed and headed off to school. I met up with the girls at lunch time. “Mom says you can sleep over tomorrow,” I said. “Yeah, my mom says it was OK,” said Kim “Mine, too,” added Kaitlyn. “There’s only one thing. My mom says she was working on something with your mothers.” “Yeah, I don’t know what’s going on, but my mom has been on the phone a lot with Kim’s,” said Kaitlyn. “And I think yours as well.” “This might not be good,” I thought aloud. Anyhow, Friday came. I picked up the girls on the way to school. “No luggage?” I asked. “Mom said she’d drop my stuff by your house,” Kim said. After school we went home. My mother did the obligatory diaper changes when we first arrived and we soon sat down to work. Kim showed us a pattern for a musketeer costume. “We really only have to make the cape and tunic. We can buy the shirt. Shirts are harder to sew. Then you just need black pants and boots and a hat.” “OK,” Kaitlyn said. “I’ve got boots that will work. And I think I have a shirt. What’s Jason going to do for a shirt?” “The tux place will have ones that will match. I found hats on Amazon, too.” “Cool,” I said. We set about figuring out what we needed. Kim pulled out a tape measure and measured me and Kaitlyn and Kaitlyn measured her. She transcribed the measurements and made up a shopping list. “This is the fabric and stuff that we’ll need. We can go to the fabric store tomorrow.” We put our designs aside and had dinner and then settled down to watch a movie. Afterward, my mom came in and motioned to Kaitlyn. They disappeared, and she came back for Kim. Finally, it was my turn. She got me undressed and changed into my nighttime cloth diapers and plastic pants. Then she held out something for me to put my legs in. I slid my legs into the soft fabric, and my feet found my way into the ends of it. My mother helped me get my arms into it and then I felt her zipping up my back. I looked in the mirror. It was like a little kid’s sleeper, feet, and everything. “Those nighties you wore last time are probably going to be a bit chilly for the current weather, and so is your current onesie.” I had to agree with that. Then it occurred to me. I reached back and tried to reach the zipper but couldn’t. “I’m not going to be able to get out of this thing.” “That’s the idea. When you need your diaper changed let me know. Now go join your guests.” I headed down to the rec room and found Katelyn and Kim similarly attired. “Aren’t these neat?” Kim said kicking her feet up. Kaitlyn just rolled her eyes, “Yeah, if you’re three. Besides, I liked Jason better in the baby doll.” I had to admit this was probably better than that. We chatted a bit more and then got down to sleep. “I’ve got our sleeping bags set up,” said Kaitlyn. I looked own and noticed that there was one large one there. “I zipped two of them together. The third is underneath for padding.” I crawled in the center, and a girl joined me on each side. I could get used to this. I kissed one and then the other, and they snuggled in close. One, Kim, I think, put her hand on my crotch and I drifted off to sleep.
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    The third chapter was already finished, but I didn't wanted it all merged in one post. Jennifer Chapter 3 A flash of light brought Jennifer out of her thoughts as she stared at her image in the mirror. She looked around and saw Manda in front of them while holding a Camera in her tails. "Sorry sweetie. I didn't meant to scare you. But you just looked so cute that I wanted to capture this moment!" Jennifer now came out of her shock and begun to struggle against the hold of Samantha while screaming: "Let me down! I'm not a baby! I'm not wearing this outfit and I'm TOTALLY not wearing a diaper!" Samantha instead tightened her grip on the girl and sighed. She know Jennifer wouldn't just accept this treatment and would fight it. But she also know that, with time she would see that they really only want the best for her. Jennifer was always under a lot of pressure from her parents that wanted her to grow up and become a great trainer. That also meant her Childhood was filled with training and tutoring and not much fun memories. As the Revolution started and the Psychic Pokemon explained their plan for the human trainers, Samantha felt this could be her chance to repay Jennifer for always taking good care of her and the other Pokemon. Ever since she evolved into a Delphox, she felt this urge to protect Jennifer and taking care of her. As she meet Manda and they both talked for a bit, Manda explained that were the feelings of a mother for her child. And that was the moment were Samantha decided she would help Jennifer in the best way she could see. Giving her a happy childhood and the love of a mother. "Please, Jenny. Calm down. I promise we don't do this to hurt or embarrass you." Said Samantha as she finally hold the girl secure in her arms. Jennifer stopped her struggling as she noticed it wasn't helping and looked back at the mirror and at her outfit. "Then you are not doing a good job with that *Mother*" Jennifer said the last word with a thickness of sarcasm. She folded her arms and refused to look anyone of them in the face. "Let us at least explain why we... why I... want to do this." Said Samantha. Jennifer still refused to look at her. Samantha sighed and stroke her daughter cheek again with her nose. Jennifer replayed by hitting her in the face with her hand. "Stop that." She said short but with anger in her voice. She was clearly not happy with her new 'mommy'. It was only a lightly hit, but to Samantha it was like a head-butt at full speed Samantha was firstly shocked by that behavior. But her shock was replaced by anger. She put Jennifer on her feet on the floor and held her by her shoulders as she got on one knee and looked her directly in the eyes. "JENNIFER! You will NOT behave like that towards me or anyone else! You will NOT hit someone just because you are upset! Do you understand young lady!?" Said Samantha with a sternly face. Now was Jennifer's turn to be shocked by the behavior of her former Pokemon and best friend. Who just scolded her like she was a little kid. Jennifer got a hang of herself and looked sternly back. "I'M NOT A KID! And I'm certainly not YOUR kid! I'm a full grown adult who can make his own decisions!" A giggle from the side interrupted their discussion and both looked over to Manda who was giggling at them with a smile. As Manda noticed she had the attention from both, she smiled and said to Jennifer: "Sorry sweetie. But in the moment you look more like a little girl throwing a tantrum." Jennifer remembered what she was dressed in and blushed heavily as she turned around with a huff and crossed her arms. Samantha was now calming down herself and let out a sigh. "That could have gone better." She thought to herself. Manda got over to Jennifer and said: "How about we firstly get something in this tummy of yours and then we will talk about this situation like true adults. What do you say, honey?" Before Jennifer could say anything, her Stomach grumbled and Manda giggled again. "I think that's decided then. Let's have a good dinner and then we talk a bit more before it's bedtime." Manda wrapped one of her tails around Jennifer's wrist and guided her out of the room. Still in her little outfit which crinkled with every step she took. After a few embarrassing minutes, they arrived at the kitchen. Manda leaded Jenny straight to a High Chair and Jenny begun to struggle to get free from Mandas grip. "No, no, NO! I will not sit in a high chair!" Yelled Jennifer while still struggling to get out of the grip from her mother's tail. "Sweetie, after dinner we will talk about this. But before that, you will have to accept that we are the ones who make the rules here. And that includes how we will treat you." Explained Manda. That actually encouraged Jennifer's try to struggle free. Manda sighed and said: "I know this is embarrassing for you, but we really do this because we believe it is the best for you." Jennifer's still tried to get free but was helpless as Manda used her other tails to lift the girl in the High Chair, secured her with some belts and buckled the front tray in and trapped her arms under it, which trapped her completely. She still could kick her legs and used that to her full potential. Not that it helped... Samantha got to the side of the high chair and tried to calm her ex-trainer and now soon-to-be daughter down while Manda got to the Kitchen side and prepared the meal. "Please, Jenny. Try to calm down. You will hurt yourself." Said Samantha and stroked the girls head, who tried to dodge the stroking. "I always trusted you, Jenny. I trusted you to make the right decisions for me when we were in a battle. Now, please, try to trust me in my decision for you." Said Samantha who was now near tears as she saw her former trainer acting so distant to her. Manda said: "We were actually planning to let you feed yourself, but when you keep struggling like that, we will bind a bib around your neck and feed you. I promised we will have a talk about all this after dinner. But you have to behave until then." Jennifer stopped her struggling and let Samantha stroke her hair again. She pouted, which just makes her look even more adorable in Samantha's eyes, and asks with an irritated tone: "And what gives for Dinner? Mashed vegetables and a bottle with milk or something?" Samantha couldn't help but giggle a bit at this cute pouty face of her daughter and answered: "Well... we were actually planning to make some Lasagna. Pasta recipes are the specialty of your Mother Manda. But when you do want mashed vegetables and a nice bottle of milk, I think we can arrange that." Jennifer looked shocked to her and said: "Nono! I'm Ok with Lasagna! Please no mashed vegetables!" More giggles came from Samantha and even Manda couldn't help but to giggle as she levitated some cooking equipment around. "Alright. Then you get some house made Lasagna from mommy. But you didn't say no to the bottle~" Samantha said with a teasing, singing, voice. Jennifer's face flushed red and was about to protest, but Samantha shoved the Pacifier, which was still hanging on her shirt, back in her mouth. "To late sweetie. After dinner, I will give you a bottle. I know for a fact that you actually really like milk, this one will be just in a bottle. Now, no more discussion, or you will get no Lasagna." said Samantha. Jennifer pouted with a embarrassed face, but didn't complain any further. After a few minutes, Dinner was served and a plate was placed before Jennifer. She let the Pacifier fall out of her mouth which she had kept in her mouth the whole time. She looked down on her plate, but couldn't eat with her arms still stuck in the Highchair. Samantha looked to her and wondered what is wrong, but noticed they had forgotten about her arms. She couldn't resist this chance and with a slight chuckle, she took the fork and placed a bit of the lasagna on it. After a bit of blowing to cool it down, she moved the fork towards Jenny, who just looked with an... 'not so exciting' look back to her 'mother'. "Come on, hon. Open your mouth for mommy." Said Samantha with a motherly smile. Jenny just moved her head to the side and refused to open her mouth. "I thought you wanted Lasagna? It's really delicious. You mother Manda has outdo herself again." said Samantha and moved the fork with the Lasagna again to her daughter. "I promise I will let you feed yourself after this one bite." added Samantha. Jenny glanced at the Fork, then at Samantha and after some struggling, she slowly opened her mouth towards the Lasagna and let Samantha feed her.
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    Chapter 5. A hour passed since Jody had thrown her temper tantrum. She had fallen asleep in Susan's arms. Carefully, Susan stood, hoping she would not wake her. . She walked into the family room and gently laid Jody on the couch. She grabbed a blanket and place it over her. Susan meet Kim back in the kitchen. "I'm not sure what she is going to be like when she wakes up." Susan said, as she held Kim from behind. Kim smiled, as Susan gently held her. "I don't know either. What do you thing we should do?" "I think we should just carry on like nothing happened. Let's wait and see how she is when she wakes from her nap. I'm going to go get the romper we bought. Maybe when can get her in that before supper." Susan kissed Kim's neck and retrieved the pink romper from Jody's bedroom. She quietly walked into the family room and placed the romper on the coffee table in front of where Jody was sleeping. Kim had supper ready. She replaced the chair that Jody had sat on earlier, with another chair that looked the same as the other three chairs at the kitchen table, Kim was surprised their contractor never asked any questions. He did what they asked and that was that. This chair sat a little lower to the floor. She made sure to fill Jody's glass fill of water and set a full jug of water on the table. After watching Jody sleep, Susan sat on the couch and placed her hand on Jody's shoulder. "Honey wake up. Supper is ready." Jody's eyes slowly opened. She focused on Susan's face. She then looked around the room wondering where she was. Feeling very confused, Jody rubbed her eyes. She looked back at Susan. "What...what happened? "You said you wanted to sleep after your bath. Come on honey. Get dressed and come out for supper." Susan said, then got up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen. She turned as she got in the kitchen. She wanted to see what Jody was going to do. Jody's eye's blink a few times. She was very confused as to where she was. She pushed the blanket down off her a little and noticed the only thing covering her was a towel. Memories of the bathroom came back to her. She remembers sitting in the bathtub, but not much else. She must have had a bath. Why else would she just be in a towel. Jody slowly sat up. She swung her feet around. She looked around. A huge TV hung on the far wall. Pieces of art hung on the other walls. The couch was big and black. She looked down at the clothing sitting on the coffee table. She picked up the romper and held it out. All pink, with short sleeves. She turned it around and noticed a zipper that ran up the back. This was not anything she had brought with her. Susan walked back into the family room and stood at the end of the couch. "Suppers getting cold. Hurry up and get dressed." "These are not my clothes." Jody quietly said. Susan took a few steps towards her. "I know honey. We need you to try that on. That will be your uniform for work." With both hands Jody held the romper. Susan sat down beside Jody. She reached out and un-zipped the romper. "We just want to make sure it fits, before Monday morning. Here, stand up and I can show you how it goes on." Jody looked down at the purple towel she had wrapped around her. She slowly stood. "I don't have any underwear on." Susan took a hold of the towel and pulled it away. Jody stood naked. "I'm sorry. Why don't you run and grab a pair from your suitcase." Susan stood, holding the pink romper. She turned to start walking towards the kitchen. Jody froze. Naked and a feeling a little chilly. "Uhmmm......I. I..." Susan took a few steps. "Come on honey. Come grab some panties." "But...I'm naked." Jody said, placing her one hand down between her legs. Susan chuckled. "Nothing I have not seen before. Hurry, before supper gets cold." "I can't just walk around naked!" "Don't be silly. Come on before supper gets cold." Susan walked towards the kitchen holding the romper and towel. Jody put her head down. Something was off. She was not sure what she should do. She remembers the bus station and the trip in the truck. Jody remembered having a snack and talking with Dr. Wells. Looking down at her naked body, she felt like she was going to cry. She couldn't stand here naked for ever. She slowly started to walk past the couch and into the kitchen. Kim was just putting the sauce on the pasta as Susan walked in the kitchen. Kim noticed she was holding the romper and the towel that Jody had on. She looked past Susan and to her delight saw Jody, head down, walking naked just behind her. "Suppers ready Jody. Hurry before it gets cold." Kim said loudly. "Jody needs some panties." Susan said, Kim set the pasta bowl down and walked towards Jody suitcases. "Which suitcase honey?" Jody lifted her head up and slowly walked by Susan. It did not seem to bother these two that she was buck naked. With her hand still between her legs, trying to hide her private parts. Jody felt funny walking around in front of these two women totally naked. But she did not figure she had much of a choice at the moment. She would get some clothes on, then try and figure out, what was going on. When she got near her suitcases and Kim, she turned and looked down the hallway that led to the bathroom. All of a sudden, like a switch in her brain turned on. She pictured the large toil....potty she had encountered earlier. Jody starred down the hallway. Her hand pushed up into her private area harder. She lifted her other arm up and pointed it towards the hallway. "I...I...I...remember the big potty." Kim reached out and took Jody's hand. "Don't worry about that right now. Come, lets get you some panties. Now which suitcase?" Jody did not want to turn from looking down the hallway but had no choice when Kim took her hand and slowly turned her. "But....but I.....I remember that...." Jody could not finished what she wanted to say. Her focus was now on the two suitcases sitting in front of her. Jody looked at the two suitcases. Pointing to the one on the right she said, "I think, that one." Kim let go of Jody's hand and bent down. She un-zipped the suitcase and opened it up. The suitcase was only about 3/4 full. Five or six pair of jeans. A few t-shirts. A couple sweaters. In the one side, at the top, Kim found a stack of panties. She reached in and pulled a hand full out. She held a few purple, a few black, but the one she took out of the middle were pink. She held them out for Jody to take. Jody took the pink panties. Kim tossed the others back into the suitcase. Kim stood, looking down at Jody. Like she was talking to a small child she said, "Quick, like a bunny. Get those panties on." Jody held the panties out. She stepped one leg in and then the other. She pulled them up over her waist. Susan tossed Kim the romper. Kim bent back down and held the romper out in front of Jody. "Let's try this uniform on. I hope it fits." Jody picked her right leg up, then her left. Jody felt weird letting Kim dress her, but really she just wanted to get some clothes on. Kim pulled the romper up. Taking Jody's right arm, she fed it through. Then the other arm. Kim spun Jody around and zipped up the back. "Ooooo.. that looks great on you." both Susan and Kim said at the same time. Jody looked down at the pink romper. She could see the top of her knees. The short sleeves, stopped just above her elbows. It was not the worst piece of clothing she had ever worn. She had never worn anything like it before and was not really sure what it was. Kim took her hand and walked her towards the kitchen table. "That uniform is perfect." Kim said, as she pulled out Jody's chair. "I like it." she said. It did feel very comfortable. Jody sat down in the wooden chair. "I'm glad. It looks very professional on you." Kim said with a smirk, as she pushed Jody's chair in towards the table. Jody's chin just came above the table. Something felt off. Jody looked around the room. She looked at the other three chairs. Dr. Wells was walking towards her holding a dish. She remembered sitting at this same table earlier. Dr. Wells sat the dish down on the table. "Everything okay?" Jody heard Dr. Wells ask. Jody looked down at the floor. Then back up at the Doctor. Then down at the plate that was in front of her. Jody brought her arms up and placed them on each side of the plate. She pushed herself up, bringing her feet up and then knelt on the chair. She does not remember having to do that earlier, but maybe she did. She was not really sure. "I'm okay, I guess." Susan smiled as little Jody had to kneel on her modified chair. Wearing her pink romper, she looked like a 5 year old waiting for supper to be served. Susan so wanted to get a bib, but she held back. Susan dished out some pasta on Jody's plate. Jody looked down at her pink uniform. Thoughts of the $23.00 a hour, she was going to start making went through her mind. Kim said, 'She looked very professional.' Wow..she never thought she would ever get out of that factory. Now she would be soon working in a Doctor's office. Soon she would be able to get her own place. A car even. She looked up at Kim and Dr. Wells. They both sat at the table with her. Jody smiled. "Thank you for hiring me." Susan and Kim looked at Jody kneeling on her chair, clothed in a romper and looking like she should be getting on a bus, heading to grade 1. They both smiled and laughed. Jody let out a little chuckle, not really knowing why. "We are just so happy you filled out that application. We are so looking forward too you staying with us." Susan said, looking at Kim then at Jody. "We sure are." Kim added. Jody picked up her fork and took some pasta. Eating the pasta, she found it had a little kick to it. She set her fork down after a few bites and took a big drink of her water. "Is the pasta okay." Kim asked. "Yes, it;s good. Spicy." Jody replied. Jody had a little pasta left on her plate and she had already finished one glass of water. Susan was quick, to refill her glass. When Jody heard the water pouring into her glass, she felt her bladder twinge. The water she had drank with her snack and now another full glass, her bladder was full. She started to move around in the chair a little. Kim and Susan noticed. Of course they were not taking their eyes off of little Jody. They were both so happy at how things we're going, Jody took the last of the pasta and finished it up. Her knees were becoming a little sore from having to kneel on them. "Would you like some more?" Kim asked. "No thank you. It was very good though." "Would you like some ice cream for dessert?" Jody took another drink of water. "Hmm....sure." Ice creamed sounded good. Back home she really could not afford to much. She had not had ice cream since she had lived with her Mother. Kim stood and took Jody's plate. Jody felt her bladder twinge a little harder. She started to move around on the chair a little bit more. For one, her knees were hurting and the other was that she was trying to calm her bladder. Susan looked at little Jody. Jody's right arm went below the table. She placed it between her legs. Susan knew that Jody needed to pee, it was not hard to come to that conclusion. She decided that now was as good as any, to find out how Jody was going to react to having to use the potty. Susan leaned over in Jody's direction. Quietly she asked, "Jody. Do you need to use the big potty?" Jody's hand pushed up in-between her legs. Her head tilted towards Susan. She moved around from one knee to the other. Her but lifted up off her heels. Hearing 'the big potty' confused Jody. Par of her mind was telling her that she did want to use the potty. Her bladder and 19 years of using the potty was telling her that, she did in fact, need to use the potty. Susan could see the confusion on Jody's face. Slowly and quietly Susan said, "You don't need to use the potty if you don't want to." Jody's 22 year old mind was running wild. Part of it was telling her to get to the potty quick. Another part was telling her not too. Her hand pushed hard, up against her crotch. She placed her other hand on the table and slowly stood on the wooden chair. "I...I...I need to go." she yelled. 22 year old Jody stood on her chair, looking more like a preschooler doing the potty dance, then a grown women that was suppose to start a office job in two days. Susan reached out and grabbed Jody's arm. With Jody moving from one foot to the other, she really thought she might fall off the chair. Susan stood, holding onto Jody's arm. Kim was walking back towards the table with a bowl of ice cream. She saw Jody stand, with her hand between her legs saying 'I need to go.' "Jody, be careful. You are going to fall. Sit back down on your bum." she said quite loudly. "I need to pee!" Jody yelled. Susan took Jody's other arm, picking her up and set her on the floor. "Hurry up then." Susan said, pointing down the hallway. Jody with her hand between her legs, ran towards the bathroom as quick as she could. Susan and Kim watched Jody, clad in her pink romper run towards the bathroom, looking like a little girl trying very hard not to pee in her pants. They both knew no matter what Jody decided to do once she got into the bathroom, she wasn't going to be able to take that romper off without help. Finding the snaps that ran down in-between her legs was a long shot. Jody ran inside the bathroom and quickly stopped in front of the toilet. She looked at the toilet and it all came back to her. Tears formed in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Both hands now between her legs, she had to get onto the potty. She just had too, but how. She pressed her legs together as tight as she could. Jody took her hands out from between her legs and grabbed her romper from the top. She pulled down on the romper but it would not move. Zipper. There was a zipper at the back. With her right hand she recached back. She got a hold of the zipper. She tried to move it down but couldn't. She moved her arm from over her shoulder to underneath and back around her body. Her fingers couldn't reach the zipper. She stained to stretched her fingers and arm out and when she did, Jody felt her panties starting to get wet. She quickly took her hands and placed both of them between her legs. She couldn't get her pee to stop. It came out at full force. Her uniform was getting wetter by the second. Pee started running down her legs and pooling around her bare feet. Jody started to cry harder and harder. The warm urine soon soaked the lower half of her romper. Kim took the bowl of ice cream and placed it in the freezer. Both her and Susan walked down the hallway, stopping in the doorway. Jody stood in a pool of urine, with both hands between her legs, crying uncontrollably. Susan was the first to walk into the bathroom, opening the closest door and grabbing a towel. "Oh honey. Did you not make it?" Susan said, as she walked up with the towel. Jody had snot running from her nose and tears covered her cheeks. Susan placed the towel on the floor and took Jody by the arms, pulling her hands away from between her legs. "It's okay sweetie. Please stop crying." Jody was in no way going to stop crying anytime soon. She stood looking at Dr. Wells then at that stupid big toilet. Jody was mad, very confused and totally embarrassed. "Stupid potty." she yelled out. She wanted to kick it. Why the hell was it so big. Jody tried to twisted her body around. She wanted to punch the stupid big potty. "I hate that thing." she yelled louder. Susan held on tight to Jody's arms. Susan could not believe at what Jody was yelling out. 'Don't worry honey you will soon not have to worry about using that stupid potty.' she thought. Susan let go of Jody's one arm.. She pulled the zipper down on the romper. Then placed her hand back on Jody's arm. "Shhh. Shhhh. It's okay. Come on let's get you out of your wet uniform. I will need to wash it before Monday." Jody forgot about the potty for a second, looking down at her very wet uniform. She sniffled and tried to calm herself down. She needed it for Monday. She let Susan pull down her uniform. Then her panties. "I brought some wipes in to help with the clean up." Kim said, standing behind Susan. "Thank you Kim." Susan took the box of baby wipes and placed them on the floor. "Say thank you to Kim for bringing the wipes in Jody." Jody looked up at Kim. "Thank you." she quietly said. "No problem, BABY." Jody started to cry a little more. She had almost stopped, but when Kim said 'baby' she heard the phrase in her head, 'That's okay baby. You don't have to use the potty." Jody turned back and looked at the potty. "I hate that thing." Susan had place the towel out on the floor and cleaned up all of Jody's pee. She opened the box of baby wipes and took a few out. She started to clean Jody's legs and bottom. Jody moved around as the wipes were cold. As Susan was cleaning her, she started talking, "It's okay baby. You don't have to use that big potty." Over and over Susan kept talking, taking her time cleaning little Jody up. The wipes warmed and Jody stopped moving. She starred at the potty, listening to Susan tell her, she did not have to use the big potty. Susan tossed the baby wipes into the trash can and stood. She took Jody's hand. "Let's get you something to wear baby." Susan pulled Jody away from the potty. Jody yelled again. "I hate that stupid potty." "I know baby. It's okay." Susan said, pulling Jody out of the bathroom and into the hallway. Now was a good time to let Jody see her new bedroom. Susan opened the bedroom door and pulled Jody in. Susan flipped on the light. Jody felt carpet under her feet and turned away from looking at the potty. The carpet felt soft on her bare feet. Susan let go of Jody's hand and placed it on Jody's back. She gave Jody a little push. "Isn't this a nice room baby?" Jody saw the pink dresser first. It was long and had lots of drawers. She turned her head and looked at the pink bed. She slowly walked up to it. She couldn't even see the top of the bed. Her head came just to where the railing started. The railing had three rails. Jody raised her hand up and placed it on the top rail. Susan came up behind Jody, picking her up and standing her on the top of the mattress. Susan heard the plastic sheet that was covering the mattress crinkle, but Jody did not. She was to concerned with how high she stood. The floor was a long ways down. "Sit on your bum, baby. Let me see what I can find for you to wear." Susan said, letting go of Jody, who was standing in the middle of the bed. Susan stood, waiting for Jody to sit. Jody looked at Susan. "What is this bed?" "It's your bed baby." "No it's not. It's way to high. And look at these things on the side." Jody said, pointing at the railings. "It looks like a crib!" "It's not a crib. It's just a big bed. Now sit on your bum!" Jody stomped her foot down and the plastic sheet made a loud crinkling sound."No. Get me off of here!" A little more firm, Susan said, "Jody! Sit on you bum now! You are going to fall and hurt yourself." Kim stood in the doorway watching naked Jody, standing in her bed, starting to throw another temper tantrum. She walked in and stood beside Susan. "Jody! You need to listen. Now sit down, before you hurt yourself." Jody looked at the two women. Standing naked, once again she yelled. "I'm not staying in here. I want to go home." Susan reached out and took Jody under her arms. She lifted her up over the railing and stood her on the floor. "Fine, go home then. I don't think I want a pants wetting little girl working for me anyway." Susan took Kim by the hand and they walked out of the bedroom. Jody stood in total shock. She watched as Kim and Dr. Wells left the room. Jody's tears started flowing again. She sat on the floor. I'm not staying in here. It looks like a baby's room. She looked around again, then down at her naked body. She would just go back home. Back to the factory. But they said she looked professional in her work uniform. She wanted to make $23.00 a hour. She had to stop peeing in her pants. Why oh why does she keep doing that. That stupid big potty. I hate that stupid potty. Finally after 20 mins Jody got up and walked over to the dresser. She started pulling out drawers. Empty. Then another. Empty. She opened all the drawers and found nothing. She went to the closest doors. She tried to push them open, but they would not move. She tried again. Nothing she did made the doors open. Getting frustrated she kicked the closet door. All that did was make her foot hurt. Naked Jody walked to the doorway. She peeked around and saw Kim and Dr. Wells sitting at the kitchen table talking, She could not hear what they we're saying . She looked across the hall, into the bathroom. Stupid big potty its all your fault. Jody had no idea what to do next. Should she just walk out into the kitchen, find some clothes, then get her suitcases and leave? Should she go apologize for acting like such a brat. Apologize for peeing in her pants like a baby. She looked back into the bedroom. The big pink bed with railings looked enormous.
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    i mess without diapers all the time.. multiple times a day.... its called a toilet