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Win of these adult-sized pacifiers. To enter: Like this post and reply with a comment on why you like being here! Open to those 18 and over anywhere in the world. Ends 12/10/2016. Value of prize: 8.99 - Odds vary based on number of entries. Prize supplied by Mikey. A new study says most people stop reading fine print after the first few lines, which is why I feel confident calling you a stinky-poo.

You're middle aged; pretty hefty and looking like Fatguy-in-a-little-coat. Your chimo glasses are huge and you're balding. Mommy and I are walking behind you at the Tree Lighting Festival, it's about quarter to four. The plaza is crowded. There are more children than adults milling about, and people are pretty much shoulder-to-shoulder, wandering through the displays. I watch as you meander your way through the crowd. I asked Mommy: "Do you see what I see?" I point at the fat patch of pale skin exposed between your too-short jacket and waist 48 khakis. I see a ratty pair of underwear. It's got a blue and yellow stripe, some cheapo brand. What is it covering? A just as cheap Depend or store-brand pullup, pulled up above the underwear WAY too high. Clearly you did this with the intent that others might see, though you made it look like an accident. There's no way you can't notice this, it's freezing cold outside, and it's trying to snow. I walked around and got just enough of a profile view to see that you weren't a retard; otherwise, I might have let this slide and placed blame on your companion/caregiver for neglecting your appearance, shaming you in public. You're alone, and I can see why. But no, you clearly wanted to be noticed. Well Bucko, you got your wish: I noticed you, and so did parents as you walked past their children, sledding down the hill. Was it worth it? Did you get the rush you needed? After you're done blowing your load by reliving your afternoon antics, (embellished enough to fulfill your fantasy) I want you to imagine what society would be like if ABDL was as accepted as LGBT. How wonderful the world could be if diapered adults weren't viewed with pity or disgust. Now I want you to contemplate what individuals like yourself are doing for our community's image: Fat, balding, ugly, middle-aged man cruising through a crowd of parents and children while his XL pullup is intentionally exposed for all to see. Your ass was a billboard that day, and your marketing department definitely didn't do their research before going to press. I hope that you're a lurker here, and you can read this to know that what you did was inappropriate. If you want acceptance and tolerance of our lifestyle, do the revolution a favor and cover your fat ass up. Sincerely, Tris [/rant] #Beginflamewar

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Well, it’s magic. So yes it’s mostly fiction, with an ounce of truthJ. I hope you like it! If so please say something encouraging, or click the like button. If you don’t, then just don’t say anything at all. By the way, I think I will only post completed stories. They may be a bit shorter than some of the others in the forums, but I become so frustrated when they don’t have an ending! Yikes. Airplane Magic School was out. I’m flying back to San Francisco for the summer. I spent the entire last night with friends, and didn’t sleep at all. I was use to not sleeping; I’ve never been a good sleeper. My afternoon flight will get me back home around dinner. Six hours in a plane for a girl who gets nervous and anxiety when it rains. Torture! The bags were packed; I was waiting for the driver to come pick me up. Sitting on the stairs to my apartment with the luggage ready to go. I had my backpack, purse, and was gossiping away on my phone. I was dressed cute, but casual for the flight. Craving badly needed sleep before dealing with my step mom at home. Knowing that wouldn’t be a good decision for the airplane, and I only had six more hours before a nap in my own bed! White capri leggings, mid-thigh denim skirt, a casual tee, and a hoodie was the trademark ensemble for cute, but casual. No makeup following a quick shower, needing to stay awake for the driver and flight. Hair up and pulled back, contemplating a ball cap, but discarding the thought as it would damage my look. In place a simple hairband from lulu. I may not be in relationship mode, but I wouldn’t look like a sloth either! The driver pulled up in the black car, I kept gabbing away on my phone. My purse now in my backpack, I had little to hang on too as I tossed it across the black leather seats and stepped in while he closed the door behind me. The miles clicked by as fast at the minutes on my phone driving down the expressway to the airport. His eyes repeatedly looking in the rearview mirror; my voice was becoming softer, as I talk to Jenny about last night’s party and summer plans. I get annoyed watching his stare and funny little hat glancing back every few minutes. I cross my legs, and wrap the side of my hoodie around my mid-section, turning slightly sideways in the back seat. Looking out the window, I let out a sigh as I see the road signs indicating the airport ahead. The airport is busy; we pull in front of United. I give him my AMEX while I’m still on the phone. Not paying attention to the shuffling of papers and scramble of activity in the front seat. After a minute or two, he slides a clipboard back; I hurriedly sign the receipt and put my credit card back in my purse as I get out my ID for the terminal. Waiting for the door to open, I end my call with Jenny, tossing my phone in my bag. I put my arms through the shoulder straps just as the door opens and I step out. My luggage is on the curb and I see a skycap coming over to help take it away. I don’t really pay attention to the driver as I walk away from the car. I can feel his eyes inspecting me and I cringe with the feeling that I need another shower. The skycap is older, a nice grandpa type man who asks me for my ticket and then begins typing in the computer. He prints out tags, I watch, and then he tells me to have a nice flight. I almost forget to tip him and then come to my senses, scrambling to get my bag off my shoulders to find cash. I set my backpack on the ground, grab my clutch, and then remove a ten dollar bill to give the nice man. Standing back up, I’m rudely bumped into by a thug in a suit. While he murmurs a half apology for his clumsiness, I role my eyes and think whatever and move on. Inside, I pass through security, and walk towards Starbucks. I order a white mocha to help keep me awake. I’m dragging. I look for the signs to my gate, and walk toward it. No time to waist, I’m already close to being late. I noticed the flight is delayed, and I think can this ever end? Thirty minutes goes by, I stop and buy a package of Skittles at the stand on the corner and visit the bathroom. When I return, boarding has started, so I just get in line. As I walk down the hallway to the airplane I start to think of summer plans and what to do back home. Not growing up in SF means not known many people and no clubs, dates, or nights out. I’m excited for our family trip this summer, and think maybe I can talk my dad and step mom into letting me go stay with my cousin for a while. I’ll enjoy not having schoolwork, but not sure what I’ll do with all my time. Nothing like a three month staycation! The flight attendant greets everyone as they get on the airplane. The line is moving slow. She asks; where are you seated? I respond; 3A, next to the window. She just points and smiles. As I get closer, and swing my backpack off my shoulders, I see my “seat partner” has already made himself at home. A rather large grisly looking individual with facial hair that a squirrel might jump out from! He is wearing a plaid flannel button down and I think to myself, where be you from? Shaking my head I just look in astonishment as he drinks whatever he was already served by the flight attendant. I politely indicate that I am in the window seat next to him. Thinking to myself what fun this trip will be. I expect him to stand up, and let me in. Instead he straightens up in his seat, and I think; does he really expect me to climb over? As I stand there looking at him, he just looks straight back at me. I think, oh great, this walrus has no manners! I toss my backpack over him and into my seat. Thinking to myself, do I step over his legs facing him, or do I turn my back and face the front of the airplane. There is no graceful way to make this happen. Graceful turns into a mockery. I elect to “pass over” facing the front the airplane. Hands on the seat in front of me left leg over his knees, feeling like an awkward ballet step never performed. I’m being cautious and thinking that I hope my entire flight doesn’t go this way. Then it all starts in slow motion. I can’t see, as I’m facing the other direction, but I feel what I think is his leg starting to rise between mine. This can’t be. I look down and sure enough his foot isn’t flat, it appears only his toes touch the floor. I feel off balance, and my mind is on fire. The next thing I know his hands are on my hips and he is “assisting” me across to my seat. Two seconds turning into an exaggerated period of time in my brain! Finally I am across. Flopping into my seat I look at him in astonishment. Hands at my sides, tugging the hem of my skirt, straighten it out; did that just happen? Mouth open telling him to keep his paws off me followed by a sentence or two of the best string of adjectives I can tie together reinforcing my anger. Nearly causing a scene, yet knowing I have to sit next to this jerk for the trip. My tongue flies, my face changing shades of red, and eyes of daggers reinforcing my anger. And then all he said… “Calm down little girl, don’t flatter yourself.” I turn away fuming, giving him my back as I glare out the window. Pretending to talk to myself; making derogatory comments about my new neighbor. Knowing all too well he can hear what I say. Six hours to go with this @hole. And then, all of a sudden, he turns to me and clears his throat. My head swivels around locking eyes. Everything quiet, except the next set of words spoken clearly and slowly. “Sweetheart, we have a long flight ahead of us. I expect you to be a good girl, and as the hours pass, I’m confident you will adjust.” The pit in my stomach grew large for a moment, and I trembled and froze before I was able to break eye contact and look away. “…confident you will adjust” I thought to myself as the airplane door closed and I felt us being pushed back from the gate. Silence still all around, as I sat with my legs crossed, reading Glamour. Looking at the “dos and don’ts” thinking how humiliated if I was in one of the “don’t” pictures. The first hour. Plane racing down the runway, we were up and off. The flight attendant passed by to take our order. It was a choice between carbs, or carbs, with a side item of carbs! Yuck. I asked for a diet Pepsi, and said that I will eat the salad but could skip the rest. I read my magazine. I gazed left or forward the entire time, and never once at my seat partner. However, the feared was starting to occur. I needed to use the bathroom. My white mocha was keeping me awake, but it also was reminding my small bladder that I would never make it the entire trip without relief. Finally I gave in. Turning to my seat partner I said “excuse me, I have to go use the bathroom, would you mind standing up so I can get out”. He didn’t say a word, just unbuckled his seatbelt, and then cumbersomely, stood up, and took a step backwards so I could get out. I said “thank you” and walked forward the few isles to the bathroom. I felt his eyes watch me much the same as the driver this morning, but in a different way. Once inside the tiny gross bathroom, I grabbed a paper towel and slid the latch across to lock the door. The florescent light flickered on. I looked in the mirror, the few freckles I have were more prominent without makeup. Wow do I hate public bathrooms! So, I looked for the seat covers on the back of the wall, lifting the lid, I placed it on the hard plastic. Unclasping the buckle on the left of my skirt, and then lowering the zipper, I prepared to squat in the “germ zone”. All at once I took my panties, capri’s, and skirt, shimmying them down my legs half way. Now sitting, trying not to touch anything more than I needed, I did what I had come to do. A quick clean up, and a pause, something felt different. My skin was super soft. My thighs, inside legs, bikini area had no stubble. So strange, I didn’t shave this morning when I hurriedly showered. I looked closer. Gone was the small patch of feminine adultness normally on the front of my body. I let out a small gasp, examining myself with intent as my fingers traced every inch of my lower body. No dark hair follicles, no, no red bumps of skin irritation. As much as I felt the same, I looked slightly different. As time stood still, I felt the jostling of airplane turbulence remind me of where I was. I stood up, pulling my clothing back in place. My mind wondering when I would have decided to get a full Brazilian. Flushing the toilet, then washing my hands, I prepared to leave the little cubby and return to my seat. As I opened the door and looked past the first two isles, I could see the untucked checker shirt standing. Fifteen steps later I was sliding across back into my seat, not saying a word, as my neighbor slumped down with a thud. I looked at him, he looked back and smiled. Trying to shake the fog from my mind, I reach for my backpack and a magazine. I was in search of Vogue or Elle, something to take my mind away. And then I noticed, beyond my magazines and at the bottom of my bag was a pair coloring books and a box of crayons… Hour two. My iPod on, earbuds in, everything else was oblivious around me. I was trying to figure out my strange day. Where on earth did a coloring book and crayons come from in my bag? Every now and again I would glance to my right, only to be met with a head tilt and a smirk. Sending shivers up the back of my neck I would return to my magazine. Food was being served, my tray table now out. The flight attendant setting down the tray draped in blue cloth. I looked at the items thinking this is a salad? Shrugging my shoulders, I unfolded the napkin and placed it across my lap. I picked at the fruit. She walked down the aisle with a breadbasket that I declined. Do you know how many people put their hands in that thing? No pubic sharing of food for me! I was no longer sleepy as the caffeine from earlier had kicked in, and my second diet Pepsi was keeping me falsely awake. The airplane had a constant hum, who knows where I was over the sky. As the flight attendant returned to pick up our meal service and bring a hot towel, I thought about how nice it would be to get home. Folding in the tray table, I let out a small shriek. The man turned his head and looked over at me. My white capri leggings were now gone, and I’m sitting in my skirt with bare legs. I know this wasn’t right! Looking down I see anklet socks and gym shoes on my feet. In a panic, I lean forward, a hand on both legs, and slide them down toward my shoes. It’s me; do I feel alright, am I dreaming? I know what I was dressed in when I left this morning. I stay bent at the waist, stretched forward for a minute. It must look like I’m assuming the position to crash. I think about yoga. Where are my leggings? I lean back, sitting upright in my chair. I put my face in my hands, elbows on my knees, and just sit still. After a few deep breaths, and calming down, I brush my hands in my hair back along the sides. Wait, something else is different. Where is my headband? I can feel two braids tied in the crown of my head circling to the back. My hands trace the braids and get to the rear of my head. My pony tail is gone! Hour three. I hurriedly turn to the man next to me and exclaim that I need to use the bathroom again. He looks at me and says “again child”! I bit my tongue and scamper out of my seat as fast as his slow moving mass exits the row. I practically fall down the aisle to the bathroom. Fumbling for the handle, opening the door and quickly latching it behind me, the light flickers on. No paper towel this time for germ protection. I stare in the mirror. I poke at my face. It all looks the same. On top of my head I have bangs in front, and two lace braids circling the crown towards the back. I tilt to the left, and the right. They are tied tight. Wondering how this could be. Worst of all, there is thin white ribbon tying them together in the rear. I don’t have a second mirror, it’s difficult to see, but I can feel the lazy loops of the bow tied tight in place holding the braids together. Immediately, both hands go up to my head and I start to work the knot, only to discover it won’t budge. It’s too tight! I can’t get it out. I don’t know if I’m going to cry or laugh. I can’t figure this out. I look down at my waist and legs. White ankle socks peeking above pink gym shoes. Bare skin disappearing up and under the hem of my denim skirt. Frozen I just stand and look in the half mirror. While I’m here I reach for the toilet seat cover and decide to take care of my needs. Repeating the routine from earlier, I unclasp my skirt, tug on the zipper, and then pull it down with my panties at the same time. In a dejected manner I lower myself and do what needs to be done. My eyes closed my head spinning. Once I finish, I reach down to get dressed. Looking for my G-string, only realizing yet another change. Now between me and the floor are full cut hipster panties with a little pink bow in front. I start to panic. I don’t own panties like this. I touch them, I look, I examine, I don’t know what to do. I start to pull them up feeling the cotton leg openings rake against my sensitive legs. When they are almost to the top, I can see how much coverage they have. They will leave lines for sure. Standing in the bathroom, and now hearing a knock on the door. I quickly pull my panties the rest of the way up followed by my skirt. Washing my hands again, and then slowly stepping out. The flight attendant asking; are you ok? I must look like I have seen a ghost. I feel like my hairstyle is a return to the junior high pom-pom squad. I tell her I am cold, and ask for a blanket. Returning quickly to my seat, I’m greeted by a wide smiling seat partner. I say nothing as I look at his goofy smile and slide back across to my chair. The flight attendant appears a few moments later with a blanket wrapped in a plastic bag. I tear the plastic open, placing it on the side of my seat. Unfolding the blanket, I drape it over my bare legs, and pull it up to my shoulders. Taking the time to fasten the seatbelt around the outside, I once again get lost outside my window. I need to make sure I don’t fall asleep. My mind is in hyper mode as I listen to my iPad. Hour four. Time goes past. I have another diet Pepsi and think about the summer ahead. I haven’t spent much time in SF. My eyelids are heavy. I decide to open the Skittles and see if I can get a sugar high. Yum, Skittles and diet Pepsi, the fundamentals of healthy eating. I eat the Skittles one at a time, enjoying every moment of the sugary snack melting in my mouth. Only another hour or two to go I think to myself. A little turbulence, a few bumps again wondering where I am over the sky. Lost in the clouds I sip on my diet Pepsi. Before I can take another sip, I end up spilling down the blanket in front of me. Pepsi on the corners of my mouth, and down the blanket. I tilt my back and think can anything else go wrong today? My woolly mammoth seat neighbor noticed the commotion. He turned and whispered what I thought was the words “your going to need a bib soon”. Did I just hear him correctly? Am I dreaming? Did he just say the word “bib”? I need to get cleaned up and have another trip to the bathroom. Hour five. I look at my neighbor while I simultaneously unbuckle the seat belt over my blanket. He looks back and says “yes, I know, you need to go to the potty. I sure do hope this will be your last time.” Whoa, who does this arrogant @hole think he is? Me go to the potty? I need the bathro… I need to go to the bata… Omygawd, I need to go to the potty room. My tongue is tied; I can’t seem to say the words I am thinking in my brain. My speech is fast and high pitched. He doesn’t get up this time, and I have to crawl over once again. I stand fast, raising my leg in my denim short-all to cross over him. Causing a minor tumult in the aisle as the other passengers begin to look I quickly make my way forward. The flight attendant asks; are you ok sweetie? I look at her and say I spilled and need to go potty. OMG, I said it again! One hand goes to my mouth and covers it, while the other opens the door to the potty. I rush inside and latch the door. I take a deep breath. I look again in the mirror. It’s my reflection. Hair with two thin braids around the top of my head, one on each side. White shoestring bow tied in back. My hands go to my chest, another change. No longer do I have on my white tee and denim skirt. I’m still in denim, but now I’m wearing a short-all with a bib pocket front. One strap over each shoulder, fastening to the buckle latch in front, they hold all the material together and up on my body. It’s baggy, it’s frumpy, and it’s not stylish at all. I look at the sides. You can see three brass fasteners on each side above my hips. My white tee is clearly visible underneath. Wait, I’m not wearing a bra anymore. I was when I left this morning, not now! The girls aren’t voluptuous but I wouldn’t go out without one. I look back in the mirror, feeling my chest; I don’t even think you can tell! My head is spinning. The diet Pepsi is racing through me. My heart beats fast. I start to undo the buckles on the front of my clothes. I hurriedly fumble and it takes a few extra moments. I need to go potty, and I need to go now! I race to put the seat lid up, and the paper seat protector down. My clothes fall to my feet, and as soon as I squat and my bottom touches the paper, I begin to release. I sit still. Wondering if I’m done, knowing I’m done. I try to say the word bat.. ba.. potty. The word is in my brain, but won’t form on my tongue. I’m almost home. I have to get off this airplane. These things don’t happen to big girls. Did I just say big girl? My hand quickly goes up to my mouth in a huff. Slowly I stand up. I look down at myself and the bundle of clothes by my feet. My hoodie is lost, gone with my headband and leggings. I know I didn’t wear this getting on the airplane earlier. Reluctantly I take a step forward and start to pull up the full cut white hipster panties. I tug up the short-all past my knees and put my feet out to the sides as I pull down my white t-shirt. As I start to flounder for the straps which need to come over my back and shoulders as I see something in the leg hole of my new clothes. The plastic wrapper from the blanket must have gotten stuck from the seat of my chair. I reach down to pull it out, and receive a static shock. My hand jumps back, then I notice the plastic begin to move on its own. Am I dreaming? My mouth gapes open and I watch it slither up my right leg. Once it can go no further, I see it circle out around my leg and then under my crotch. The plastic is expanding, growing! Like cookie dough under a rolling pin, it makes its way between my thighs and over and outside my left leg. I watch in dumb struck amazement. My entire bottom and front now encased in plastic as little thin elastic leg guards and a waist line appear. I reach down to touch it. It’s real. I poke. As I’m exploring I fail to notice the front and back of my tee growing longer. A moment later I feel the tug at my rear and fabric going between the fronts of my legs over the plastic. I hear pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, of five snaps joining my t-shirt close between my legs. Now I panic. Quickly placing my hands under my mid-section, I desperately attempt to un-snap the infantile garment that has just encased my body. No luck. My hands go to my sides, struggling to put my thumbs in the plastic panties. My t-shirt now covers the waistline, no luck once again. I’m trapped, I think about crying. My short-all is taking a life of its own. I feel the straps come up from behind and go over my shoulders. Latching on the front, and cinching tight. I’m now standing, holding on to the sink in front of me, looking into the mirror, wondering what just happened. I collect myself. No care in the world except to get off this airplane. There is not much time left. I put my hand on the door, take a deep breath and step out. With the very first movement, I feel the slight expansion of my undies and the extra padding between my legs. Hastily, I return to my seat as the cheery flight attendant says; honey, do you need any help? Hour six. Going back to my seat, my neighbor was gone. I don’t know where he went, nor do I care. I pick my backpack up and put in in my lap. I look out the window, while my left hand explores my new outfit. Reaching under my backpack I can feel through the leg hole and touch the plastic now covering my bottom and mid-section. It’s all too surreal. I look down at my chest and see the singular pocket. The walrus returns. He must have wondered off to the back. He looks and smiles at me, as I just look away. “Shy now”, I think I hear him mutter. The announcement from the captain breaks the silence that we are landing soon. The flight attendant walks by and tells me I must put my bag under the seat in front of me. I can’t wait to get off this airplane. I say nothing. I can feel the engines slow and see the city on the horizon. The bay is in full view. Almost home, and almost out of this mess. We hit the ground with a thump. The wheels screech, and we move up to the gate. I grab my bag off the floor and immediately put it back in my lap before the door opens and the seat belt sign is off. My neighbor makes a comment. “Seems like there is a little girl in a hurry now”, to which I just ignore. Once we come to a full stop, he stands up, and reaches overhead to get his bags while I remain in my seat. The first two people get off the airplane, and he leans over and whispers; “Come now, I want to see that little diapered bottom of yours waddle down the walkway”. I hesitantly stand, making my way to the aisle. I put my backpack over my shoulders and don’t notice as the grey fabric begins to change to a pastel pink. I’m too busy concentrating on my posture as I can feel my undies swell to fill up the loose fitting fabric around my bottom. To think several hours ago I was worried about pantie lines, and now this! As I begin to walk forward, I look down and see a duck appear on the center pocket of my short-all. The flight attendant bids farewell and waves to me with a folded hand as she remarks to the pilot on how I was a good little traveler. Walking off the long tunnel into the airport I can feel the whoosh with every step. Cold plastic touching the inside of my legs with every step as I work to speed up my walk and meet my step mom at baggage claim. I’m no longer wearing the hipsters from the potty room, these are full diapers now. I hear a chuckle and I look around for the big man in the plaid shirt. I can’t seem to spot him in the crowd. He has vanished. As I make my way to the shuttle, it feels like my feet are bricks. Heavy, begging to turn inward somewhat, giving way to the distinct walk of a toddler not yet potty trained and in a baby panties. On the shuttle I lean back against the window. Still looking down at my legs, not yet noticing the change in my backpack. My shoestrings have been replaced with Velcro. I think I can detect a triangle outline bulge in the front of my short-all. That’s when I notice on the inseam a series of small snaps, reinforcing in my head that I am most certainly in a diaper. I get off the shuttle, spotting my step mom at the luggage area. I suddenly pick up my pace heading her direction. Exactly at that moment, I feel warmth begin to spread in what is now MY DIAPER. We greet each other with a hug. I’m not sure if I have tears from being home or the airplane fiasco. That’s when I feel her reach around my back side, slight squeeze to my bottom, and say “let’s get you home and changed out of this wet diaper”. Still in diapers today…. Alyssa

I'm writing this because for a long time now I've been forced (if it's fare to call it forced) to ware diapers 24/7. I mean how can a grown man want to be humiliated in such a way. Last Saturday my wife/mommy had some friends over and me dressed in double thick diapers a pink dress that barely covered my diapers if I was standing, leaving my diaper completely exposed when crawling around and a bra with c cup breast inserts. Not to mention a chastity lock to keep me in a constant state a arousal. I was loving every minute of it. I find that not only do I love wearing diapers and would rather be wearing than not, but I also love being treated like a baby sissy for her amusement. It doesn't seem natural but I love this life. The only time I'm not a baby girl, is the eight hours a day I spend at work (still diapered). I come home get changed into double thick diapers, bra, and sissy clothe.

Darkfinn, Do you wake up every day and think of a new way to be an asshole, or do you have a long list and just check them off as you go?

I just looked at my profile and I see that my reputation is <gasp> POOR. Gack! What did I do? If I've offended people, my apologies. If I've pissed people off, my apologies. If I've been "out of line", my apologies. If I've <insert whatever it is that I've done>, my apologies. Apologetically yours, Glycerine

Chapter 1 Melissa is a 17 year old high school senior, who comes from a very loving family. She has a brother (Billy) who is 5 and a sister (Sammie) who is 12, and her little brother is having some troubles making it to the potty on time. She lived close to both sides of her grandparents and was very close with her uncles, aunts, and cousins. She always enjoyed going to family events, because all of her cousins are younger and that ment alot of diapers around. Melissa has always wondered what it would be like to wear diapers like a little girl again. She has a brief memory of taking one of Sammies diapers and stashing it in her room when she was 6. She remembers opening the diaper up and sitting on it with her clothes still on. Her mother caught her that day and all that Melissa can remember is standing on her bed at the time, being in a diaper with her mom in the room asking her if his is what she really wanted. Over the years Melissa would be caught several other times by her parents. When she was in Junior high she used to take Billies diapers and squeeze into them before her showers. She remembers sitting on the potty with a diaper taped very snugly against her bottom and going pee. After her diaper was nice and squishy she would rip it off and stash it into her towel closet until she found time to throw it out. Usually, she would stash 3 or 4 diapers at a time in that closet. One day she went to go throw her diapers out and she found that they have already been tossed. She was nervous all day long wondering what was gonna happen when her parents came home. Her loving parents never confronted her about it. They simply threw out her diapers and assumed that this was all just a phase. This happened to Melissa alot in the 8th grade, but as soon as she hit high school Melissa had other things on her mind. She was more interested in looking good to others. Melissa's little brother was having some problems making it to the potty on time and was stuck in pull up diapers throughout the day. One day, melissa came home from school at the same time her mom got home with Billy. She sat in her car watching, as her mother carried Billy inside and noticed his diaper sticking out of his pants. Melissa sat wishing she could be held like that again. She walked in through the front door of her house and saw her mom changing Billies diaper on the couch in the TV room to her right. SHe wanted to stop and stare, but decided to make her way upstairs to her room to start her homework. As she past Billies room she smelled the baby powder and looked inside. She glanced over to the diapers laying out over his bed, and had to shake herself out of her daydream and get back to her mission of going back to her room. Melissa sat at her desk for a while before she started her homework. She was contemplating going back to her brothers room and taking one of his diapers for later that night. her mind raced at the thought of wearing a diaper again. In the middle of her daydream she heard a light knock on her door. Startled she responded with, "yes, who is it"? Sammy came inside and said, "mom told me to ask you if you want to go out to the mall with us". Melissa thought for a moment, and decided that this would be the best time to wear a diaper. She told her sister no, and went downstairs to watch as they left to the mall. Melissa tried to mask her excitement while her family was still home. Finally they opened the front door and made their way out to the car. Melissa stood there in her tight jeans and while t shirt looking out the window making sure the car was completely one before running upstairs, nearly knocking over her brothers toy chest as she made her way out of his room with a diaper in her hand. she made her way to her bathroom and made sure the door was locked. SOmething about her bathroom comforted her. It was her private area. It was located in the back of her room all the way across the house from her parents room, and the secluded nature of the bathroom made her feel like she could do anything in there and no one would know. Melissa stood in her bathroom with her pants off, holding the diaper in her hand, looking at herself in the mirror. SHe hesitated for a moment thinking that even though she was secluded, and no one was home, she still felt that she needed something else going on just in case. SHe started the shower and then placed the diaper on her crotch while standing in the center of her bathroom. She got one of the tapes on and she immediately realized how much she missed the feeling of being in a diaper. She got the second tape on and noticed that the diaper was extremely tight around her, and that she would need to be careful when she went potty. As the shower was running Melissa sat on the potty with the diaper on. She was trying to relax and pee her pants, but she had to go number 2 and wasnt sure if she should use her diaper. She finally felt a slow trickle of pee escape into her diaper and felt the puffiness on her butt start to soak up and expand. Melissa was so happy as her diaper filled up. She let everything go with a smile on her face and started to poop in her diaper as her pee flooded through, causing her diaper to sag and squish. Melissa let out a sigh as she finished going potty in her pants, then sat there on the potty for a few minutes with her hand on the middle of her diaper. Completely relaxed she stood up feeling her diaper sag. Her diaper was so heavy and squishy that it gave her the chills. Melissa was so happy that she didnt want to get out of that diaper. She wanted to just waddle out and show her parenst, then tell them that she wanted to wear a diaper forever. Reality suddenly crept in and she realized that she needed a shower. Melissa got all cleaned up and placed her diaper into her towel closet then came out to see her mom in the tv room with a bunch of store bags. "hey mom, did you get me anything"? Melissa asked. Her mom gave her a little smirk and asked if her hw was done. The rest of the night went the way the rest of her nights went. She got her homework done, ate dinner with the family, played with her brother, and watched tv. As she got tired she went back up to her room and as she walked by Billies room she saw her mom in there changing his diaper. The thought of what she had done earlier made her smile as she walked past, into her room. Melissa laid in her bed not able to sleep. All she could think about was wearing a diaper and being changed by her mom. She thought about being in diapers around her grandparents, her uncles, her cousins. She thought about wearing a diaper around her friends, and at school. All of these thoughts made her very nervous but in a strange way she really wanted that. Soon melissas parents were asleep and she decided it was the best time to go throw her diaper from earlier away. She got out of bed and threw on some warm clothes, then made her way into her bathroom. Once her towel cupboard was open she panicked. There was no sight of her diaper... She knew that her mother must have found it while she was watchig tv or playing with her brother, and went back to bed with with something new to think about. What is gonna happen to her tomorrow...

I disagree. When you go to a store, you should be treated with nothing but respect. If I get bad service, I always ask for a manager.

What?? Okay, just the title was enough to derail me. "Smelling like a disabled incontinent person" - I have a disability, and I'm incontinent...And I smell just like your average, non-disabled, non-incontinent person. That's really rude, implying that those with disabilities and incontinence smell different. ~ moogle

Chapter 16: ONCE WE ARRIVED at our destination I instantly recognized it as 3lev4t3d, the restaurant I had been stuck with pureed food the week before. The Maître’D recognized Amanda and said, “Good afternoon, just you two beautiful ladies today?” “No my husband and little sister are supposed to join us - have they arrived yet?” “No ma’am, would you like to be seated while you wait?” She bounced me up and down a little right then on her hip then and said, “Please.” “Right this way then,” he said and took us to a round table close to the kitchen doors. A nice highchair was brought over for me but Amanda kept holding me in her lap while we waited. I remembered that the mush from the last time tasted good, but the texture was disgusting if I stopped to think about it. ‘If that mush is what I’m getting to eat for a celebratory meal, then I would rather have gone to McDonalds…’ I groused in my head. We were celebrating an adult milestone after all! Fred and Megan came in not too much later, “Congratulations sweetie!” Megan cooed at me and gave me a hug. “I knew you could do it!” I was passed over to Fred who said, “I know last night was terrible, but I’m glad it paid off!” “Me too,” I told him. As soon as I was set down into the highchair, bibbed, and the seatbelt was buckled the chef came back out and recognized Amanda, Fred, and I. “This seems oddly early for you to be dining with us?” “We’re celebrating,” Amanda said with a smile. “What’s the occasion?” He asked. Amanda looked at me and nodded at me to go ahead, “I passed my CARE exam sir, and I’m allowed to study at the university.” He looked at me in disbelief like that was scandalous, “You’re letting her go to school at the university? You mean the daycare, right?” Amanda smiled at him, “No, she’ll be a regular college student… Sort of, she’ll be in protection of course.” “Aren’t you worried about her getting hurt?” “Of course I am, but we’ll make sure she’s safe. She’s quite brilliant and I want to nurture that rather than extinguish that.” “I said before when you came that you have some unconventional ideas Madame, but I do remember this little girl is the first who has impressed me with her maturity in a long time. I’ll be sure that she receives a meal befitting the occasion tonight,” he told me with a smile that seemed genuine. “Thank you sir,” I told him politely. The waiter came over about then and he told him, “Anton the little girl may order whatever she likes. Please mark it with PS so I know which meal is hers.” “Yes Chef…” the guy stuttered a little nervously before looking at me like I had grown two extra heads or something. “Enjoy your meals ladies,” he said, “sir,” and turned around to head back to the kitchen. “Umm… we don’t have separate children’s menus?” He said looking alternatingly at Amanda and me. “May I just have the Veal Parmigiana that you had last time?” I suggested to Amanda. “That seems like a great plan!” she told me with a smile. “I’m going to have the Veal Saltimbocco tonight.” “You Madame?” he asked Megan. “The Lasagna please,” she said with a smile. “Sir?” “Let’s do the Chicken Piccata tonight,” he said. “Very good, we’ll have that right out!” As we waited bread was once again brought for the table, and I settled in to only get to watch them eat it… but to my surprise a plate of cut up chunks was placed in front of me too! On another tiny dish the waiter placed a dribble of the seasoned olive oil dipping sauce. A couple with a little at a nearby table looked at me with shock in their eyes when they saw the plate. When the little’s head turned and I saw pure rage and jealousy on her face. I decided to ignore it though and carefully dipped a chunk of what had to be fresh made bread into the oil. It was delicious and I slowly savored all eight cubes I’d been provided with. Not eating much for nearly twenty-four hours definitely left me famished! After a while our food came out from the kitchen. I noticed a bowl again and sighed, ‘I really had hoped to avoid pureed food with whatever a preschool meal is...’ The chef came out right then and said, “I hope you enjoy your meal little one,” and grabbed the bowl from the tray and presented it to me. I realized then that it was actually a little larger bowl than last time - and much to my surprise was actually filled with sort of full-length noodles! I thought they were probably half the size of the normal meal, but that was fine to me! The veal was sliced up into thin chunks inside, but the way it was served it could have almost been considered whole at first glance. He presented me with a fork that was perfectly my size and said, “Buon Appetito.” “Grazie,” I told him with a smile. He smiled back and left me to the bowl of food. I took my first bite and closed my eyes in satisfaction! The veal was tender, perfectly breaded and cooked, and the sauce was to die for! I was pretty sure the noodles had been freshly made as well so that it easily ranked as one of the finest meals I’d ever had. Leftovers and pureed had left the meal tasty, but not like this! I now understood why Amanda and Fred liked this place! The couple that had stared at me earlier was now glowering at me as I daintily ate the meal. It was as their food was delivered that the little girl truly became truly unpleasant. When she realized I had real food, while she was getting the pureed mush, it caused a meltdown for the poor girl! The next thing I knew a spoon full of that mush was flung against the floor not far from our table and the bowl had landed on the shoulder of the now shocked ‘mother’ of the little. I sighed and wondered just what horror I was about to see. The chef came out and looked at the little and scowled, “And you littles wonder why you can’t be trusted with adult food…” “How come she gets real food?” The little sobbed just before her diaper came down and she was spanked a couple dozen times. I truly felt bad for her! The loud smacks and her screams made me wince in sympathy. As her diaper was pulled back up the chef answered her blubbering, “Because the first time she came in here she politely sat through her meal without complaint. I’ve never seen a better behaved little, so she gets to be treated like a big girl.” “I’m so sorry about this,” the lady apologized. “It’s fine, if you come in again though please just plan to only breastfeed your little girl. She’s obviously not mature enough to eat even a pureed littles meal.” I gulped and kept carefully eating the tasty food from my bowl. I had made it my goal to eat the entire bowl without getting anything on my bib, clothes, hair, or face! “So what were your scores?” Megan asked me. “You never said earlier?” Amanda asked too. “Am I allowed to talk in here?” I asked quietly. “Yes you are,” the chef’s voice frightened me enough I felt some urine escape my bladder. I turned and looked up at him, “You behave maturely, not like bratty littles like that girl,” he said. “You may converse with your family without fear of any consequences. Just please don’t argue or shout,” he told me with a smile. “Do you like your food?” “It’s amazing sir. Your sauce, noodles, the preparation of the veal… you have to be one of the finest chefs in the world!” He beamed a smile at me and said, “Grazie,” before he walked back to the kitchen. “Scores?” Megan reminded me. “Oh… Let me see if I can remember them all…” “How about the total?” “I think it was around 1900?” I said. Megan looked at me in shock, “You realize the average score is like 1,200 for admission, right?” I shook my head, “I suspect it’s lower than that if you count all of the littles who don’t make it through the test?” Megan looked at me and asked, “How many took the test today?” “Four others,” I told her. “How many made it?” Fred asked. “You’re looking at her,” I told him sadly. Megan gasped but I just kept eating; trying not to think about the fates of those poor people. I had begun to slow down a little as I reached the bottom of my bowl… But, since I hadn’t eaten in nearly twenty-two hours I was still a bit hungry. As if he could sense my stomachs cries, the chef appeared with a small goblet that looked to have tiramisu in it. He sat it on my tray and said, “Please enjoy this with my compliments, congratulations on your test,” and disappeared quickly. I looked at Amanda who looked surprised, “Not quite sure exactly what you did, but you definitely impressed him,” she said with a smile. I used the tiny spoon that was in the goblet to eat about half of it before I couldn’t eat anymore. “Anyone want the rest?” I offered. “I’ll take it,” Megan said with a smile. She ate the rest and said, “This is delicious!” “I know, right?” I told her with a smile. “Everything was to your satisfaction tonight?” The chef reappeared one last time. “Yes sir, it was amazing!” I said with a smile. “Please come back soon!” He told us with a smile. Our check was taken care of by Fred quickly and we were soon walking back out to the car. Out by the car Amanda told Megan, “We’ll see you next week maybe, we’re going to go out of town this weekend.” “Where are you going?” Megan asked. “Call me later and I’ll tell you, we figured we would make it a surprise for Stacy.” I looked at her curiously and she shook her head, “You’ll find out when we get there!” I sighed and leaned against her, “Spoil sport…” She laughed and felt my damp diaper, “Well we need to get this one home and in a new diaper. I’ll call you later,” she told Megan. “Okay Mandy,” she said as she hugged mostly her and a little bit of me, “Bye Stacy,” she told me. With that I was latched into the car seat where I sat silently on the way home while reflecting on the day. ‘One impossible victory achieved!’ I thought to myself. I couldn’t feel genuinely happy about it though when I thought about the poor people who had totally lost their freedom today. “Watcha thinking about?” Amanda asked as she undid my harness back home. I sighed, “The people who were sentenced to being treated like who knows what…” She picked me up and squeezed me into a hug, “What exactly happened?” “The first boy didn’t even bother wearing any protection… He wet his pants early on in the test after I think he asked to leave to go to the bathroom? I wasn’t paying a lot of attention until the proctor started chewing him out!” I paused while she walked through the door into the kitchen, “Then these crazy and scary mechanical arms came from nowhere and grabbed him and took him off to the daycare,” I said sadly as she carried me over to the couch in the living room. She turned me towards her in her lap as she sat down. “The next girl was wearing a pullup at least, but she messed it… I was terrified though as the lady actually checked the back of my diaper first…” I shuddered at the fact that I no privacy here. “Once she checked and found me clean she moved to the girl. The poor girl tried to lie to her… but after that she said she’d make sure they knew she wasn’t even ready to be a toddler and taunted her that her teeth would be removed… poor girl is going to be like Chloes littles…” I felt a tear in my eye then. “Oh my God…” Amanda said. “The other two for some stupid reason trusted the bottles of water that the lady offered them. The boy at least had worn something for protection, but the girl was just in panties. They were carted off by those mechanical nannies quicker than you could believe… Poor people…” She hugged me and rocked me in her arms for a few minutes, “But not you – it’s not your fault either.” She told me, “Don’t go feeling survivors guilt! The information and warnings are out there if they had looked for it and they could have prepared like you did.” “Maybe…” “What do you mean maybe?” “Those test prep books I studied?” “What about them?” “They were all high on the shelves where no little could realistically read the titles or even get to them. How many littles do you actually think get them?” I looked up at Amanda’s face and I think she realized the answer to that for the first time. “Not many,” she said softly. “So what now?” I asked after some moments of silence passed. “Why don’t you email your real parents and let them know you survived the test. I’m sure they’re as worried sick about it as I was… Then maybe we can take a swim?” I smiled at her, “Okay!” She sat me down on the ground and I walked with her to the stairs wondering why she hadn’t just carried me. She looked down at me, “What are you waiting for?” I began the awkward climb up the steps, almost like crawling, and realized for the first time I’d gone down them many times, but I didn’t think I’d had to climb up them once! When I made it to the top I looked down at the staircase feeling like I had climbed a mountain! Even with my seemingly new athletic abilities that I’d demonstrated against Chloe I still felt like that was tough! “Good girl,” she told me with a smile. She’d hovered behind me the whole time making sure I didn’t fall backwards, but hadn’t offered a bit of help. I blushed, “that’s harder than it should be…” “Well you’re the size of a three-month old! They definitely don’t climb stairs!” I nodded and walked to my bedroom… nursery and sat down on my small desk chair while she disappeared to their room. As I sat down I noticed she hadn’t changed my diaper yet, and it was definitely at capacity now! I sighed, but it didn’t take me long to login to my e-mail and I saw the copy of my score report. I glanced at it really quick and looked at the total composite score of 1,929 again. ‘Megan said the average score was 1,200?!?’ Maybe I won’t be in totally over my head the next few years… I created a new message then to my parents, made my greeting and added some safe phrases before beginning, I just wanted to let you know I did pass the test. I ended up with a score of 1,929, which is supposed to be an exceptional score for the test. The methods that Fred as a doctor took to keep me from possibly having messy pants in the test were fairly extreme, but given the other four littles in the test are now probably toothless, drooling babies I have no complaints! It was a tough test, but I’m proud I passed! Anyway Amanda mentioned swimming so I’m going to end this, but I just wanted to make sure you knew I passed and was still safe! I’ll write more later on. Love, Stacy I hit send and looked up at Amanda standing in her bikini. “Ready to swim?” “Sure!” I lifted my arms up to her, but she didn’t take them. “Let’s see if we can’t start teaching you how to change your own diapers.” I looked at her with a confused look, “What?” “Well if you’re going to be a big college girl you need to be able to change yourself, right?” For a second I looked for the second head she had to have sprouted but nodded, “Right?” “Then here let’s teach you how to do this!” She handed me a package of gigantic wipes, a swim diaper, and a changing mat. “Here you don’t really need the changing mat by yourself, but it’d be good for putting your wet diaper on in a moment, just stand on it.” I nodded at her and laid it down before standing on it, “Okay, take it off?” I asked. She nodded and I pulled my skirt off and set it out of the way before I undid the tapes from the diaper. It wasn’t as easy to pull them off as I would have thought, but I still managed with a little bit of effort. I gently held it and without being told rolled it up like Gabby had shown me with Elena’s diaper. “Go ahead and use plenty of wipeys now,” she told me. I wiped myself as clean as I’d felt anyone else do for me carefully. My fingers jolted a bit as the wipe touched my still new vagina, but I just kept cleaning until I felt like I was done. “Okay?” I said as I put the wipes I’d used on top of the diaper. “With regular diapers the websites say there are a few ways you could put a new one on… But this is a swim diaper, so it’s the easiest since all you have to do is pull these up like big-girl panties. You don’t even have to worry about powder with it like you will a normal diaper.” “Okay,” I told her. “I’ve spent some time researching how free littles manage with normal diapers too, I’ll teach you that later today or tomorrow.” she told me, “I know you’ll need to do this on your own.” She was right with the swim diaper it was just a matter of pulling it on. There I looked down and felt like it was probably a good fit, ‘I feel like a big kid now…’ I joked internally. “How’d I do?” I asked her jokingly. “Let’s see!” She said with a smile and she tickled my stomach as she picked me up and sat me on the changing table. She ran her finger along the waistband and said, “Good! Of course you didn’t really have to do anything with this one!” I blushed, “Yay…” I told her. She hugged me, “Don’t worry, I’ll still change most of your diapees!” I blushed some more, “Thanks… I think.” She handed me my swimsuit and I pulled off blouse and put the swimsuit on instead. I let her put my hair up in a swim cap and she carried me downstairs to the backyard. She sat me down on my feet outside as she opened up the gate. I followed her to the waters edge and looked up at her, “Well jump in!” she said with a smile. ‘What in the world is going on?’ I asked myself. I was stunned that after a week and a half of being allowed to do nothing to care for myself, I now had the ability to do something as simple as jump into the pool! I stood at the edge and performed a fluid dive into the water and turned around to look at her smiling. “You’re letting me just swim?” I asked. “You’re capable, right?” She asked. I nodded, “Yes… but…” “I told you this weekend, last week was about acclimating you to this dimension, now for the rest of the week we need to get you ready to be a college kid!” I just smiled at her and said, “Okay,” before turning and beginning to swim some laps. I’d only made it about half of what I had done most of the time the past week before I became tired. ‘Probably still catching up my energy levels from the fasting,’ I admitted to myself. I noticed Fred was sitting in the water reading a book while Amanda looked to be catching some sun in a lounge chair. I swam towards Fred and flipped to float on my back. “Watcha reading?” I asked. “Just some trashy crime novel,” he told me with a smile. “Tired of swimming already little fish?” “I told you I’m a dolphin,” I smiled and stuck my tongue out at him. “It’s nice to just float,” I told him with a smile. He read for a while longer while I floated on my back and let the sun shine on my skin. I heard a splash not far from me and opened my eyes in time to get a flood of water in them that I blinked out and struggled to right myself. Large arms encircled me though and it was obvious from the material of her bikini that Amanda had picked me up. “I heard it was time to go fishing!” she told me. I looked up at her, “I was enjoying relaxing.” “Uh-huh, and beginning to bake your front,” she said as she moved the strap of my swimsuit over to expose white skin versus tanner skin. “Guess I’m getting an obvious girls tan, huh?” “Well that makes sense since you’re a girl?” She said tentatively, “Are you really okay with that? I would have expected anyone else to panic and be depressed over that change.” I sighed, “I hadn’t planned on becoming a girl, but compared to half of the things I’ve seen it seems minor. I guess I’m okay with it as much as anything as it’s not a mistake to call me that anymore… Used to get on my nerves growing up being put in girls PE classes because of my name, called a girl, called much worse things,” I shrugged, “It’s not like I had any grand plans that required me to be a guy.” “Well, why don’t you get out of the water and sun your back with me?” she suggested. I shrugged, “Okay.” As we got out I noticed for the first time that between two large loungers a smaller pink one had been placed. I smiled at the thoughtfulness of it and walked over to it after she sat me down on my feet. I laid face down on it and felt her spray some sunscreen on me before deciding it was a good place to take a nap. I wasn’t out too long though before Amanda scooped me up and said, “Come on little girl, let’s go take a quick shower.” “Okay,” I told her with a smile. She carried me upstairs straight to their bedroom and their bathroom where she started taking her bikini off. “Can you be a good girl and get undressed?” I nodded and began pulling down the straps of my swimsuit. I noticed my shoulders were a bit red, but hopefully not too sunburned. When I had it down she said, “Go ahead and take off that diapee too. Pull the sides apart so it’s easier,” she told me. I was kind of shocked that I’d been allowed to both put it on and take it off now! I ripped the sides off like she said and soon held it balled up, “where do you want me to throw it away?” I asked her. “Hand it to me,” she said now having taken both pieces of her bikini off. I handed it to her and she threw it in a trashcan before turning to start the showerhead of a large walk-in shower she had. When it was a safe temperature she opened the door and let me walk through carefully into the shower. The water came down like a warm rainstorm down where I stood and it was a nice feeling. She handed me a mini loofa with soap on it and I scrubbed my body while she did hers. “Ready for your hair?” She asked me? “Sure…” I said. She handed me a palm full of shampoo and I closed my eyes and carefully lathered up all of my hair. I felt like I had gotten all of it lathered when she must have pulled the nozzle from the wall and began carefully rinsing out my hair for me. “There, I think we got all of the shampoo out, here’s some conditioner,” she said and gave me a palm full of it to work through my hair. The shower was the most grown up thing I had experienced in a week, and I relished the ability to not feel like a newborn baby! Once the conditioner was all rinsed out she took care of her own hair while I stood soaking in the bits of the water that went by her. As she turned off the water I hugged her leg, “Thank you,” I told her. “But of course Princess,” she told me. Apparently she had controlled her mothering instincts as much as she could because I was soon wrapped in a towel and sitting on the counter while she blow-dried my hair. I sat patiently with my fingers in my ears until she pronounced me done and carried me into my nursery – her hair still up in a towel. Instead of setting me on the changing table she handed me a pamper, a nightgown, and a travel size bottle of baby powder that was the size of a full bottle to me. “Okay, let’s teach you how to put on your regular diapers…” she said. “Might be easiest to sit down with it on the changing pad to powder yourself. Littles say it is sometimes easier to tape it though standing up against a wall?” I looked up at her quizzically and tried her directions. The swim diapers were really just pull-ups and very easy to handle, this would be trickier I realized. I opened the diaper up and laid it on the changing mat. I made sure to sit down with the front at the front of me and reached for the powder. I used a good bit and felt self-conscious the whole time of touching myself and knowing Amanda was watching me. I laid down on my back and got some on my butt with some gymnastics before sitting back up. I pulled one side to the front and had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to get it tight enough sitting. I ended up carefully standing and moving with my back to the dresser next to me to hold the diaper in place as I taped it. I was careful to keep the diaper’s front and back even so it looked even and pulled everything as snug as I could. “Good girl! Let’s see how you did!” She said as she picked me up and sat me down on the changing table. She ran a finger along the waistband and the leg holes before saying, “Look at you, you did a great job!” She tickled my belly a little, “You’re going to put Mommy out of a job!” “Thanks…” I said. A little disturbed that being able to put on my own diaper would be a milestone. “Don’t give me that look, you need to be able to change yourself in-between classes if you need it.” “Won’t every Amazon girl in my classes be checking me and wanting to change me themselves?” “Yes, but if you’re smart you’ll refuse most of them unless you implicitly can trust them.” “Why?” “Do you really want a surprise enema?” My eyes widened at that, “They’d…?” I shook my head, “Of course they would, but they’ll let me change myself?” “You are a college student who has taken the mature approach to wearing protection – it’s in Emerson’s code of conduct. Plus if they know you’re already adopted, which I’m sure will get out; they won’t want to step on your mommy’s toes too much. You might have a mother like Chloe that wants her baby left in a messy diaper for some reason…” “I hoped she was the only deranged lunatic…” I said before I could stop myself, “Sorry…” She looked upset and blinked away a tear, “It’s true though.” “I’m still sorry,” I told her. She leaned over and gave me a hug, “It’s okay. Here I’m going to put you down on the ground, get your nightgown on and then why don’t you play on your computer or something for a bit while I go take care of myself.” “Okay,” I told her and accepted her lift down to the floor. I quickly pulled the nightgown over my head and noticed it had that elastic band at the bottom too that gathered at my ankles. The nightgown was nice in that it was pretty warm, but the pink color with little white bunny embroidered on the chest was almost cause for a diabetic coma. I followed her advice and got onto my computer and began exploring to see if I could perform some subterfuge with my IP address like I knew she had done for the practice tests. To my surprise the techniques were pretty similar to back home. I discovered some newer methods and tools were available here, but I was quickly able to learn some techniques that the hacker crowd considered to be nearly impossible to break through. I was just testing it out when I realized I had an audience, Amanda was back. “Uh… hi,” I told her. “Hi yourself,” she told me and said, “log out of it all,” she said. I groaned but did so quickly and found myself in her arms while she sat in the glider. “So am I in trouble?” I asked. She laughed, “No, you’re not in trouble, but you need to be careful…” “I know, I promise I won’t use my knowledge to break into anything…” “I actually am glad you know how to do that. It’ll keep us from having to worry about you doing things online and it getting back to us as easily. Just be very careful to wipe your footprints! I’ll give you a couple other tools tomorrow to put on your computer if you remind me.” “Wait… you’re okay…?” “I figure at some point you’re going to stumble onto some of the more liberal littles rights sites. I’d rather if you don’t get involved with them honestly, but if you do please make sure you can’t be traced back here. I’ve heard of littles being removed from parents when they’ve been tracked…” I nodded, “I’m honestly not planning on getting involved in any protests… I just saw a couple old articles from the past few years and I have no desire to have my brain become mush like they did.” What I didn’t say was that I saw similar nano-technology had apparently been used on the supporting Amazons to turn them into littles too – that seemed a fate I would never want them to go through! She gave me a good squeeze, “Good, neither do I,” she said. “So what’s up for the rest of this week now that I passed the test?” I asked her. “Well tomorrow I’ve got an appointment with a lady named Jenny Murtha in the morning for you. I gave her all of your measurements last week after your procedure so she could make university uniforms for you. She’s an incredible seamstress so I know they’ll look very fitted and that should help you out a bit with dealing with your classmates.” “How’s that?” “Well most littles will just walk into the University Bookstore and buy the closest sizes to them they can find. Most of them tend to be pretty baggy and it makes them look uncared for. Amazons just can’t stand to let littles not receive proper care…” “Oh,” I said. “So by having clothes that fit you perfectly like a model everyone will know you’re well taken care of – or at least not your average little.” “What do I do if…” “If…?” “If some random Amazon tries to take me?” She hugged me, “Tell them you want them to call your mommy.” “If they don’t believe us?” “Tell them to take you down to any hospital and read your chip. The second they try and adopt you anywhere else they have to try the chip reader and when they find you have parents already they’re required to remove you from their care and get in touch with me as soon as possible.” “That sounds scary still…” I said. “Well I’m not going to lie sweetie, lots of bad things could happen in that time. If something like that happens just be sweet and non-defiant so they don’t feel like they need to do anything to regress you.” I just nodded at that, “After we get my clothes?” “Well you’ll wear one of the uniforms to go meet with Doctor Butler, your advisor, to get your class schedule figured out.” “I can’t just do it online?” I asked. “Every little must do their schedule with their advisor, it’s a university policy that is set in immovable stone. Even freshmen Amazonians must do it that way next week though too, so don’t feel like it’s a big deal.” “What is this guy like?” I asked. “A condescending asshole,” she told me. “What?” I said, startled by the venom in her voice. “Sorry, it’s the truth. He’s the Dean of Computer Technology and a pain to deal with. I’m glad my department is with the engineering department so I don’t have to deal with him too regularly.” “Fun…” I sighed, “what do I need to do there?” We spent the better part of an hour cuddled up on the glider talking before Fred came in and said, “You two want to come down and have a snack?” “Oh, what are we having?” Amanda asked. “I made some sliders?” “Okay,” Amanda said, “how’s that sound to you Princess?” She asked me. “So sliders… meaning a normal burger for me, I can live with that! Just keep it plain though…” “No cheese?” “Well of course cheese is good… ketchup too… but hold everything else.” “What is your problem with veggies young lady?” Amanda asked as she stood up with me on her hip. “I don’t know… I just never have liked them.” “We’re going to get you over your aversion to them before you graduate college. Proper young ladies eat salads to watch their figure,” she told me with a smile and a kiss to my forehead. “Not tonight please?” I asked. “Hmm… maybe I can get Cassie to bring by some of that little food…” My mouth opened like a fish and she said, “Just kidding sweetheart, no way in hell I’m feeding you that slop.” I sighed and hugged her tight. “I don’t know how Neville eats that without throwing it up immediately?” “I don’t know either,” Fred said at the bottom of the stairs. “Seriously, why in the world would you combine pickled eggs and durian fruit? Two of the worst smelling things on the planet!” Amanda squeezed me, “Maybe he had been fussy?” “I’d be fussy too if I had to eat that,” Fred said. “The jar wasn’t any better the day before… and then she forced Klara to eat that one! I mean Amanda, I’m not trying to pick a fight here, but your sisters both seem to be getting worse and more out of control each time we’ve seen them this year.” She nodded, “I don’t know what happened to them both… but I think Chloe started it all. Cassie has just always looked up to her so much I think she feels like she has to keep up.” I watched from my highchair as Fred finished cooking some burgers on the grill that was built in on the range. Well, sliders for them… He presented me with what was the perfect size cheeseburger a few minutes later. The bun had a glossy sheen to it and felt warm and fresh! Some ketchup had been spread onto the burger and I didn’t wait for them to even think about bibbing me I took a bite. “Oh my God, this is perfect!!!!” I said aloud. “See I can cook something,” Fred told Amanda. “One thing… but I agree,” she said as she took her own bite, “these are really good.” It was intimidating to watch her eat in two or three bites what was an entire hamburger to me, but I relished the adult taste of a burger. I finished it off and couldn’t help but wish for some fries. “Still hungry?” He asked in surprise. “Just needs some fries or something…” I admitted. Amanda laughed, “I said one thing… that’s basically it. Hold on a second and I’ll see if I can figure out something else. Unless you just want another slider?” I thought for a second, “Just another slider will work. No need to go cook something else for me.” “You are way too polite,” she told me with a smile. “Chef, your Princess needs another slider… I’ll take two more myself.” “Gah, no one told me that I was going to be a slave when I had another girl come live in the house…” he grumbled as he stood up. We both had our second order a few moments later with a smile and a kiss to both of our foreheads as he delivered them. “Your wish will always be my command my ladies.” That earned a giggle from both of us. After the late dinner/snack Amanda, Fred, and I sat down and watched some TV before I was carried up to the nursery. I realized something then, “You haven’t nursed me today?” “Fred and I think it might be more trouble than its’ worth Stacy. You and I both know your continence has sort of returned today without it, if we do that all the time… well it may just very well end up costing you your adulthood.” I leaned in to hug her, “But isn’t it painful for you to keep it?” “I’ve pumped a few times today,” she told me, “I can always give it to Chloe to try and keep her from starving her little girls.” I thought for a second and shook my head and whined, “But what about your own little girl?” “You sound like an addict Stacy… That’s why I don’t really want to feed you any more of my milk.” ‘Why does this upset me so much?’ I asked myself as I realized I was pouting. “Why are you frowning? Shouldn’t you be happier knowing you’re safer?” I sighed and looked at her from the changing table she sat me down on. “Maybe?” “Look, did you even realize that your diaper is still dry?” She asked me. I did for the first time realize that my diaper was dry and I needed to go pee. I must have looked shocked, “No I didn’t…” I paused and let it go into the diaper a little awkwardly since Amanda was watching me. “So you can see why?” “Okay, how about this… I honestly actually kind of appreciate not knowing I’m peeing… We both know training potties aren’t likely in my future anymore, and there’s no chance that a regular toilet is.” She nodded. “How about just at night before bed?” I asked. “You can save the rest for Chloe’s girls… but that should probably be enough that I can not have to worry about waking up needing to go every night too.” Fred came in just then, “I told you…” Amanda sighed, “Okay Stacy, night time only now is all we’re going to do – that won’t change to more no matter what! If I think it’s still affecting you too much we’re cutting that out too.” “Why the sudden concern?” I asked. “Since Sunday I realized that Fred is right, there is a line I don’t want to cross with you, otherwise we need to just take you to an etiquette center and put you in Neville’s situation… And I refuse to do that! I want you to be you, the smart adorable girl who is going to finish college… If I don’t have you do stuff on your own there’s going to be a slip-up somewhere that’s going to keep you from succeeding here. I’m sure of it.” “And more than anything else,” she said after a pause, “I cannot allow myself to become what Chloe and Cassie are…” I hugged her, “You won’t become that - I know that!” “You agree with this Fred?” She asked him. “It should be okay. Bedtime allows a long time for the chemicals in your milk to process and go through her. She should be fine by the time she goes to classes.” “Okay then,” she said and seemed to be relieved as she presented me with her breast and I was relieved that she had. ‘Maybe I really am an addict,’ I thought to myself as my stress and cares seemed to abate as I thirstily nursed on her nipple. ‘I’m okay with that,’ I added when I was laid down in my crib a while later. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I'm hoping I'll find some privacy on my trip toward the middle or late part of next week and be able to post Chapter 17. I've got about 4 weeks of vacation and traveling for work ahead of me, then hopefully once I get back home I'll be able to be back to this pace for a while! Thank you again for your comments and likes of the story, it really has helped me keep my motivation up!

This is just a one-shot. Comments greatly appreciated. A DIAPERED DECISION The panty was peach silk decorated with sprawling, thin grey branches and reddish-pink cherry blossoms, looking like it was made from the silken scraps of a Japanese kimono. Iris fingered the smooth, expensive material as she brought it closer to the scissors in her other hand. Her slim fingers pulled the scissors open and slid the dainty cloth between the metal. “This is really it. No going back. I want this.†She froze before she could cut the panty. The panty, no longer her panty. “Not mine. Not anymore.†She rubbed the silk some more. They felt like a stranger’s panties, not her own. so thin, so substantial. No protection whatsoever. She needed protection now. The thick, absorbent padding swaddling her crotch had all the comfort of an old friend. She had, in a way, always needed diapers- emotionally at least, had always been drawn to them. From a child who used to steal towels out of the bathroom cupboard and shoved them down her pants to a young college woman who bought crappy, cheap grocery store diapers and smuggled them into her dorm. Her love of diapers had always been with her. The older she got, the more she wore them and the more a part of her life they became, a source of psychological comfort that helped her cope better with the stress in her life. Now a college graduate with the first job in her career and first apartment all to herself, she had taken a hard, long look at her life before making a major decision. Iris lowered the scissors from the panty and ran her fingers over the smooth plastic shell of her thick diaper. The crotch was warm with fresh urine. It felt right and natural. This was who she was, who she had always been- a girl who needed diapers. Panties felt awkward and wrong to her. Always had, so she made the decision to do something about it, to right that wrong. Warm wetness trickled into her already wet diaper and spread around her crotch. “No regrets.†She smiled to herself. Diapers were her underwear, a portable potty strapped to her waist 24/7. She had turned her psychological need physical. She no longer wanted to wear diapers; she had to wear them, or she would end up with wet pants. For the last several months, Iris had been diaper training herself. It was not a decision made lightly. She knew what the consequences, both good and bad, were. But it felt so right, so complete, that she did not care. She’d deal with whatever the results were from something that helped her be more comfortable with herself. Diaper training was not easy. Diapers, especially the premium ones she ordered online, were not cheap. She had to keep herself shaved to fight odor and guard against rashes. She had to learn to listen to her body, struggle to keep her sphincter muscles relaxed, to just go whenever she felt the need, no matter her diapered or undiapered state or what she was doing. She had had to train herself to wet her diaper, getting comfortable in all positions and situations, even embarrassing ones. If her diaper was saturated to the point of leaking, she still had to wet, leaks in public be damned. the more she kept at it, the easier it got as she fought to undo her potty training. Iris had reached the point in her diaper training journey where she was now dependent on diapers. She only realized she was wetting once she started to go and felt the thick, absorbent material grow warm and wet as she peed herself like a baby. Peeing took her by surprise and her bladder capacity had shrunk. “When was the last time I even sat on a toilet? Or wore these?†Iris fingered the panties with one hand and rubbed her diaper with the other. She couldn’t even remember the last time the skin of her derriere plunked down on the cold porcelain of a toilet. Now, that almost seemed unnatural. Her diapers had truly become a part of her. She should cut up the panties she hadn’t worn in months to symbolize her determination to stay diapered. She stared down at the scissors laying at her side, then to the panties she still held. She put her feet through the leg holes, standing up then pulling the panties up over her legs. Her diaper crinkled as she moved. The bulky padding forced her legs apart. The silk of the panty stretched wide once it encountered the bulge of the diaper and her spread hips. She tugged the tiny panty up into place with a grunt. A small but noisy fart slipped out of her and she wondered if she was going to mess herself. Iris paused in her pulling to rub her stomach. She didn’t feel like a bowel movement was imminent. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip, chewing as she poked at her crinkly, padded backside. Still nice and dry, not wet or messy yet, though she knew soon enough that would change- that was just part of living the diapered life. She went back to tugging on the panties, compelled to put them on over her diaper. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye to them, not just yet. She knew she should let go of them; she could never wear them. It was diapers and diapers only for her, yet a small part of her latched on to those panties and she could not figure out why. With another grunt and another fart, she yanked the panty into place over her bulging diaper and felt a small trickle of warmth spurt out as she stood fully up. She had paid quite a bit of money for the panties from some designer lingerie boutique. They were itty bitty hip huggers. Hardly anything to them; they barely fit over the bottom part of her enormous and monstrously thick diaper. Iris caught sight of herself in the full length bedroom mirror and giggled. “I look ridiculous.†She stared down at the length of thick white padding bulging out of the tiny silk. Any normal woman would have felt ridiculous in the diaper, but Iris felt ludicrous in the panty. She ran her hands over the strange combination covering her private parts. The panty was soft and slick under her fingertips as she rubbed her crotch then her hand glided up. The diaper’s plastic crinkled underneath her touch, calling to her. Her fingers skimmed over the smooth plastic, all the way up her belly until they hit into the rough tabs. She tapped the tabs, smiling down at her diaper and felt yet another tiny spurt of pee, as if her bladder was subconsciously affirming her choice. It seemed to dribble constantly so she was rarely dry anymore. She patted her wet diaper then shimmied the stretched-out panty off her slim legs and huge diaper. As she moved, the diaper crinkled loudly. Her heavily diaper-cream coated cheeks slid against each other and felt almost as if she’d messed herself. Iris stared down at the panty. “You aren’t for me anymore, but you’re still too pretty to cut.†She knew she should cut up her drawer full of panties, to fully mentally commit to her diaper training, but try as she might, she just could not bring herself destroy them. they were from her old life, and she could no longer wear them….but they were like pretty souvenirs from a trip. She had willingly and happily moved to Diaper Island, but she still wanted a few mementos from her sojourn in Potty Land. She had already cleaned out her closet, getting rid of clothes that would no longer fit over her huge diapers. It was one of the first things she had done when she decided to make diapers her new underwear permanently. Her short shorts that easily showed off her diaper bulge, or skirts and dresses that were so short they showed off her diaper, all had gone to resale shops and charity. She had kept her comfortable yet tight yoga pants, which showed off her butt in all its excessively padded glory. She had gone shopping for new, diaper-concealing pants, shorts, and dresses. All of which was also, inadvertently, more modest. “This was a waste of time.†She shrugged and tossed the panty back into the cardboard box with her other panties. She saw no reason to cut them up- she was already committed to her diapered life. The wet diaper around her waist, the diaper cream and tons of sweet smelling baby powder were evidence enough of that. She put the lid back on the box and shoved it back under her bed, where she had placed it months ago when she started her diaper training. Then, she had tried to cut her old panties up and had not been able to do it. She hadn’t been completely sure she would stick with her un-potty training and still had panties as a choice, wanted them as a safety net and back up plan. She had tried numerous times after that as her bladder grew weaker and weaker and she needed her diapers more and more. Now….Iris patted the front of her wet diaper. Now, she had no choice. Her old underwear were just pretty momentos. The diapered life really was the life for her. She had no regrets. The phone rang and she waddled off to answer it, thick diaper crinkling noisily all the way, the new soundtrack of her diapered life.

I'm in my fucking 40s and I happen to be fucking awesome thank you.

Already hearing the usual complaints we get anytime things change around here, so wanted to take a moment to explain: For both the security and the longevity of this community we HAVE to keep all our software up to date. Usually this means minor patches and security updates, or back-end changes you don't see. Invision - the company who develops our message board and chat room - just released this major update, an entirely new system inside and out. We could have kept the old version, but that would mean no support, and no patches when security holes are discovered. Taking that route would most certainly lead to our site being exploited in the future as their are people out there that target these security holes and unpatched sites to pretend they are hackers. They (the fake hackers) don't care about us or our underwear choice - they simply troll Google looking for forums using the insecure version of a script and attack any they find to get attention for themselves. If you've been online as long as I have you can probably name a dozen sites you used to go to that got left unattended for a while and suddenly got blacked out with a "hacked by XXXXX" image plastered across the screen. We have been with Invision for nine years and have always been supported and protected by them. Even when we had a real security issue a few months back Invision jumped in to help us recover 99% of the data and get us back online. I depend on Invision, and our Server Tech/Manager to help maintain our server and keep this community alive! So let's take some time to adjust to the new software before passing judgement on it. This is the 4th version of Invision Board - and with Version 3 having been released in 2009 I think it's safe to say that we won't see such a major change again for at least a few years. They are not a company that does updates for the sake of something new. With all the changes in programming and tech since '09 I'm sure they felt they had taken 3.x as far as they could. Mike

Boo freaking hoo. I'm sorry, but I feel like providing some balance here. You've been dealing with incontinence for 1 whole year? And it bothers you so much that you go to a diaper fetish website in the "incontinence desires" section to warn them how bad it is? I'm sorry, but it just seems fishy and wrong. It's like a "straight" guy going onto a gay website and telling them about the dangers of being gay. It just doesn't jive with me. Look, I've been dealing with urinary incontinence since 2002 and wearing diapers since around 2005. I likely go through most of the same routines as you. All of my friends/family and many co-workers know. I do not advertise it, but if the issue comes up, I am simply open and honest about it, just as if I had any other disability. Unlike you, I admit to liking diapers. Not necessarily to my friends/family, but here I will admit it freely. I do not think that I would be here if I did not like them. I'd probably be on some lame Depends website or something. I think that diapers are awesome, even after all this time. They keep me dry, and they feel good. The nature of my incontinence causes me great pain at times due to blockage and a hyperactive bladder, so my kidneys hurt often, but otherwise, I am as happy as a fish in water. After a few tries, I even found a lover who is accepting and knowledgeable about my condition. I'm here to tell you that you can have your incontinence and enjoy it too. Yeah, some days are rough, but overall it is not something I would try and steer others away from. Especially if they could have it without the pain that I often experience. I am involuntarily incontinent, and have totally accepted and embraced my lot in life. You can cry about it, or you can make the most of it. Certainly if I can enjoy it, somebody who comes to it voluntarily could also enjoy it. If they don't like it, over time, they have the choice of reversing course, and will most likely return to normal. So why waste time trying to scare people away from something that they are obviously passionate about? For all you who desire incontinence, I say go for it, and take it however fast or slow you want. You don't have to jump into it head first and pee and poo yourself all the time. You can just pee, or just wear them dry. You can wear them whenever you want, at night, during the day, or maybe only after you get home from work. This is your only life, and here is something that brings you great pleasure, so why not enjoy it? Just try to keep a broad perspective so that you can notice if it is causing you unhappiness in other ways. The goal is to find a way of living that makes you happy, and that you will not regret when you look back from your deathbed. You can listen to any number of opinions, or other people's experience, but they will not necessarily apply to you and your particular circumstances. Some incontinent people hate their lives and commit suicide. Some accept and actually love their lives, such as myself. I don't see myself as a victim, even though some think that I should. I was nearly beaten to death, which caused the injury in the first place. You see, I could identify with the victim mentality, and spend my whole life moping around, or I can just accept things for how they are, and look for ways to make it better. When I refuse to identify as a victim, or as a sufferer, what I find is that there are some very pleasant aspects of being incontinent. There is the physical pleasure of having a soft, warm tight plushy underwear all the time. It's like having your happy bits getting a nice hug all day. Then there is the pleasure of not having to run to the bathroom every 10 minutes, and being able to sit through a whole movie. Even many of my continent friends cannot make it through a movie, and I feel like they are the ones who have it bad, not me. Finally, there is also the pleasure of being different. Because of my condition, I am not normal, and it makes me glad that I am not just another brick in the wall. I get to experience a very unique life, and as a result, I have a more interesting perspective on life. I have a friend who is dying of brain cancer. When I think of him, I think that my condition is no worse than having to wear glasses. Even the most incontinent amongst us doesn't really have it that bad, all things else equal. So we wear diapers and squirt in our pants instead of a toilet. Every freaking baby does the same thing, and you rarely hear them complain about it. It's the parents, and the cultural conditioning that has the real problem with it. If we succumb to this cultural shame, then I imagine it would suck 100 times worse. But why should we allow the majority opinion affect us so greatly? I don't, and nobody has treated me any worse because of it. I can take a joke here and there from friends and family, because they are not malicious. While we don't have license to push our condition upon others in any way, we should also not have to treat it as our shameful dark secret. I think that the real reason there is shame associated with incontinence is because the same organ that is dysfunctional is also the sex organ. Sex has a long history of secretiveness and of being taboo. Add to the fact that some people wear diapers purely for sexual reasons, and there is a great reason for confusion, embarrassment and shame for wearing diapers. But really, a more enlightened society would not even be phased by the issue, be it incontinence or fetish. It just shows how close we still are to monkeys. I for one feel that I have transcended the cultural conditioning, and have found a happy and peaceful way to live where I don't judge, and for the most part am not judged. I may have the opportunity this year to undergo surgery for my condition. It's not 100% sure if it will work, but most likely it will improve, and my incontinence will be reduced. Mostly I am getting the surgery to reduce the pain, and remove the blockage. If it wasn't for that, I would quite honestly be happy to go along for years in diapers. In fact, there is a small to moderate chance that the surgery will worsen my incontinence. The doctor is more worried about my possible future incontinence than I am! I know after this many years that I can live with thick waterproof underwear. That's not such a big deal. Most days I rather enjoy them. I don't ever feel the need to make myself feel better by telling others how bad it is. That would be dishonest and rather pathetic. If somebody wants to try something out that's not necessarily designed for them, who are we to try and dissuade them? Be it somebody with perfect vision who wants to wear glasses, a boy who wants to wear girls clothing, an ambulatory person who wants to use crutches, or a free person who wants to put themselves into bondage! I say go for it, you only live once, and NOBODY knows how best to live this life. Oh, and nitrous, is that kind of language really necessary? You are of course entitled to whatever opinion you wish, but you are being quite judgmental and rude here.

Sophie has no job, and therefore she's very poor... like in most Christmas stories. Anyway, I don't know what to think of a Christmas without a tree, so I decided to make my own. At first, it was going to be made of paper and Christmas lights... but I was afraid it might catch fire. So instead I made one out of balloons and other party favors. It took roughly 5-6 hours total. Most of the time, I was watching TV, so it wasn't a big deal... but my cheeks hurt from blowing up balloons. There are 73 balloons, 50 bows, 30 feet of ribbon (and a hell of a lot of packing tape). The star is 11 gold bows taped to a yellow balloon. -Sophie P.S. Thanks to Kitsy for paying for supplies - he always helps me out, and none of this would be possible without him.

People who insult others for doing what they will with their own bodies, when they could've simply refrained from responding to the thread, are losers. THE END

I sat at the bar, quietly surveying the crowd. It was a good crowd for a Saturday, I just had to find the right girl. This was the perfect part of town to find my type. Smart, willful, playful, with with a high pressure job. Those were the ones who needed to let go the most. The past couple of weeks of hunting had been frustrating. Things with Lauren hadn't gone the way I planned. I really thought she was going to be the one, she ticked all the right boxes and she was a joy to be around. She had balked at the last minute, though.. and she dumped me. I don't know which was worse, that or how things had gone with Cammi. Cammi had gone too willingly, it was too easy to move her along... there was no challenge, no thrill. Cammi had been disappointing. I had gotten what I thought I wanted, but I had to cut her out of my life after I had it. I needed more. I scanned the girls.. too loose, too messy, too cold. I would know her when I found her, I knew my type. She would look oh-so-serious with some very adult and mature fashion, but there would be a tell. Lauren's had been a peek of Hello Kitty panties. The ones under the most pressure to succeed were always the ones who wanted someone else to take over. Life was too hard for them, they needed to be "on" all the time at work, had to do a better job than the boys, had to be perfect. That was just part of life in Silicon Valley. By the time I came along, they were so happy to hand over control. Finally, she caught my eye. A boho girl, that style was getting popular. Chunky bracelets, dangly earrings, earth tone makeup, chunky sandals.. she had a good figure, you could tell she worked out, not that looks were all that important to me. She had a smile that lit up her eyes, someone had just told her a funny joke. Ah, but the tell. The tell was her purse. She couldn't help it, she needed something cute.. her purse was shaped like a squirrel. She had what was essentially a stuffed animal on her at all times. This is how I knew she wanted the loss of control I needed to give. I had to have her. The latest K.Flay blared overhead, conversation was impossible at this distance.. so I'd have to do this with a look. I leaned back, my hair brushing the bartop and I watched her. Humans could feel when someone was watching them with intent, this wouldn't take long. Her eyes found mine, and I smiled. I had a million smiles, every one practiced carefully. This smile said, "I like your style, and I'm pretty sure you like mine." She looked down into her drink and blushed. That was all the invitation I needed. If I had read her wrong, she would have reacted with fear or hostility, not with embarrassment. She wanted to be noticed. I waited for her to glance up again and I tilted my head. This smile said, "I'm nice and I'd like to talk to you." You could say so much with just a look if you knew how. I turned slowly as she moved closer, drawn by my wordless communication. I signaled the barkeep. I order a Guinness for myself and an Apple Bomb for her. We'd see if my read was spot on or not. When she slides up next to me, I don't make eye contact. I just turn slightly so she can see the smile on the corner of my mouth. "You looked thirsty," I measured my voice.. it was hard to do under the dirty bass of K.Flay, but I was practiced. My voice was low, resonant, but playful. I turned slowly to face her as the barkeep set down our drinks. With a fluid motion, I picked up the Guinness and took a draw, but didn't touch hers. "Ever tried an Apple Bomb?" My guess was that she hadn't, it wasn't a very popular drink even though it was from this area. But big girls who were hiding little girls inside... they liked it. "No, I haven't... thanks. I'm Dani," she slid up next to me and took the untouched drink and sipped it. "Wow, this is really good. Thanks again." "Vanessa," I smiled, turning toward her fully and sweeping a strand of hair back from my face, tucking it behind my ear. I tapped my own dangling earring on the way down, causing it to glint at Dani. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dani." I had to play this part carefully. Too strong and she'd bolt, too weak and she'd ignore the hook. "It's so good to just relax with some music, away from the pressures of the office." Nailed it. Her right hand tensed as I said it, she had some stress getting to her. "Ugh, it really is," she said, letting her weight rest more fully on the barstool. "What do you do?" "I'm a consultant. Systems analysis," I smiled warmly - this smile said, 'I have a tough job, too'. My job was to find the weak points in an organization, and destroy them. And I was very good at what I did, reading people is what made me so good. "What about you?" "Herding cats," Dani grimaced. "Project management then," my smile projecting 'I feel your pain', "I've been there." "How did you know?" she laughed lightly, musically, the blue light of the bar dancing across her green eyes. Oh, how I wanted her. "Lucky guess," I finished the Guinness and paid the tab. The hook was set, I couldn't linger. "I've got to go, it was really nice meeting you, Dani. I thought I was up to this, but I'm still busted up about my girlfriend dumping me. Maybe I'll see you around?" Her eyes flashed a twinge of disappointment. Perfect. "Yeah.. it was nice to meet you, Vanessa. Thanks for introducing me to this drink, I like it." "I'm glad - have a great night." I through the front door of the bar, pausing to look back at her. She was watching me go. I gave her a smile that said, "I really wish I didn't have to go now." She gave the smallest wave. I exited into the crowd of Castro Street, the heart of downtown Mountain View.. but I didn't go far. No, I had just ruined Dani's night. She wouldn't be staying much longer. She would suddenly want to go home... if I was right. It took her about ninety seconds longer than I expected. She slipped out the front door alone and started walking north. I flowed through the crowd, following her. It was a warm night, but not too hot. The bars were full and the people were happy, it was a good night. Dani went straight for her car. Silver Prius, so typical. I leaned on the corner, obscured by a tree. "Naughty girl," I said to myself, "You shouldn't drive after having that drink. I'll punish you for that later." I committed her license plate to memory and watched as she drove off. North, then west. I adjusted my purse on my shoulder and started walking home myself. I had some research to do. -- I spent two days studying Danielle Peters, learning her habits, her path, her preferences. Every tidbit I learned only solidified the feeling that I had to have her. Her credit card statements laid everything bare to me. Dani was a reader, a painter, a jogger. She went to the same coffee shop in Sunnyvale every day and ordered the same thing - iced chai, the only thing on the menu at her coffee shop that came to the amount that went on her card daily. She had no pets, and according to her social media profile, her last relationship ended roughly. Her name was Elaine, another high-powered type.. they probably drove each other crazy. Too similar. I knew where Dani worked, what gym she went to, what gas station she filled her car at, what grocery store she frequented.. credit cards were beautiful things for an interested party like me. I just happened to be at her favorite coffee shop at exactly the same time she visited normally the next day, laying in wait.. sipping a mocha. Dani didn't want someone too similar. Normally on a bright day like this, I'd wear a wide-brimmed hat and a pair of sunglasses.. but I needed Dani to notice me and recognize me, so I suffered through. I thumbed through a magazine, Us Weekly, something Dani wouldn't be interested in. She had no time for gossip. I had positioned myself so she'd see me just as she came out with her chai. "Vanessa?" her voice was light, unsure. I looked up and smiled at her 'Oh, I'm so surprised but so very happy to see you here!' "Dani! Wow, um hey - I'm sorry I disappeared on you the other night. You seemed really nice... I just... " I trailed off, an invitation for her to step in. "It's okay," she said as she stepped closer. I gestured to the chair across from me, inviting her to join me. "I'm really glad I ran into you... that drink was amazing." She covered. She was interested, she took the bait. Now I just needed to coax her in. "I had a feeling you'd like it, you just seemed like an apple sort of girl.. sweet," she blushed.. I was coming on a little too strong, I had to play it just a bit shier. "I.. I was kicking myself all night that I didn't ask for your number. You seemed so nice.. just this energy about you.. " I looked down, feigning embarrassment, "It's stupid." I pushed my chair back and started to stand. She reached across the table and placed her hand on mine. She was trembling ever so slightly.. the hair on her arm was raised. "No, Vanessa.. I was wishing the same thing," the last word rang flat. A lie. She hadn't been thinking the same thing, but she wanted me to think she had been that interested.. she was ready to take a risk. Blushing on command wasn't easy, but I did it nonetheless. "I uh, here.. " I fished a business card out of my purse and scribbled one of my cell numbers on it. I slid it across the table to her, I had to appear reluctant to touch her back. The weakness would draw her in. "Would you.. like to get dinner sometime? I know this Chinese dumpling place that I haven't been to in a while.. " I knew she liked the place, she'd left a positive Yelp review for it, she hadn't been there in eight months. "That sounds really nice.. how about Friday?" "I.. that sounds great," I looked her in the eyes now and my smile read 'I really, really like you but I'm afraid you don't like me the same way'. "I'll text you the place and we can meet there?" "How about I pick you up?" Shit. I misread that one, I couldn't be the passenger in her car, it would tip the power dynamic too far in her favor. I was playing too timid. My mind spun for a moment on how to salvage this. "Actually, I get carsick if I'm not driving. How about I pick you up instead?" "I would like that a lot," her smile read 'I think I'm falling for you already, I need to know more about you'. I needed to feed her a tidbit. "I'm really glad you didn't think I was coming on too strong at the club. I really like that song and you looked so beautiful under the lights. Your eyes light up when you laugh.. I knew I had to learn more about you." "I'm an open book," she was actually completely open. She was making herself vulnerable, faster than I expected. I hoped this wouldn't turn out to be another Cammi. "What would you like to know?" "What's your favorite movie?" I asked - it was a test. If she was a Cammi, she'd tell me something cutesy. I'd break it off right there and resume the hunt anew this weekend. If she had a shell for me to crack through, she'd say something serious. "It's stupid because nobody likes it, but Stranger Than Fiction - you know, that Will Ferrel movie that wasn't really a comedy?" A drama about a writer. Funny, but not silly. A good answer. "Oh, I like that one. His antics usually bother me, but he was really good in that one." "Exactly! What about you?" I went similar to her with the last response, I had to give her something mysterious, something to draw her in here. "You'll laugh," I said sourly. "I won't laugh, I promise." "Amadeus." "The one about Mozart? Okay, I didn't expect that one. Why?" "Tortured artists," I smiled. Just then my phone alarm went off. Two minutes earlier in the conversation than I planned. I had set it up to use a ringtone as the alarm, so it would look like I was getting a call. I slipped my phone out of my purse and held it under the table. "I'm sorry, Dani.. I've got to go. It's work, you know how it is. Text me your number and address.. I'll pick you up on Friday." "Sounds great. I'm glad I ran into you, Vanessa." "I'm glad you did too," I agreed, "Hello?" I greeted my telephone alarm, silencing it, grabbed my mocha with a little wave to Dani, and walked off.

Chapter 14: WHACK! THE HAND connected and my butt felt like it was struck with a sledgehammer even through the padding of my diaper! I knew I couldn’t stand there and take that from her or I’d be seriously hurt! I dodged the hand grabbing for me, ducked underneath her open legs, and began running as quickly as I could towards the nearby playground set. The slide was metal with a fairly gentle slope that rose well above my head. I could see it was next to a tree branch and hoped my shoes had enough traction! I was committed with footsteps behind me as I attempted the difficult task of running up the slide. I could remember at the end of elementary school when I would always run up the one in my backyard over and over again for fun. I’d sort of used to do the same thing at a skate park in middle school too – so I thought it was my best bet to escape her. Just as I heard huffing behind me from a mad giant I made it to the top and jumped over to the branch of the tree. It was more than sturdy enough for my light weight and I ran along it to the trunk and began climbing and jumping up to taller branches until I was thirty feet up looking down at the pissed off ladies. “Get your ass down here and take your spanking!” Chloe screamed at me and began looking at the tree herself. I looked around and saw that there was another large tree right next to the one I was in and an idea came to me. I quietly followed a branch over to the next one. Because of the branches being covered with leaves I could just barely see Chloe and hoped she would miss my transfer. ‘Thank you nanites! That agility setting helped!’ I thought as I climbed over towards the other tress trunk. I looked back and saw my switch had gone unnoticed as she began climbing up the original tree. Cassie stood at the bottom of the tree and I heard her say, “Umm sis, maybe we should just wait for her to come down?” Meanwhile Amanda came back outside from the house and was just catching something was wrong, “What’s going on here?” I chose that moment to start climbing down the new tree. I went unnoticed until I had made it to the bottom and Cassie spotted me, her face giving me a shocked expression. “There you are you little brat!” She said as her giant legs began pounding her towards me. I heard a “What?” and a thud but didn’t pay attention as I ran towards the deck where Amanda stood. I noticed a chair that I could climb up to and then make the railing of the decking. It was a near thing as I almost fell, but I clung to the rail and began running along it before suddenly feeling myself picked up. ‘Shit!’ I thought to myself and waited for the spankings to begin. All I heard instead was laughter… male laughter. I turned my head and realized it was ‘Gramps’ that had picked me up. “Gotcha!” He probably hits way harder than those two ever could! But instead of hitting me he tickled my side, “Did you enjoy making fools of those two idiot daughters of mine?” I was in shock, but smiled, “Maybe?” The two idiot daughters in question were mere feet away at the patio by then. Cassie had helped Chloe up off the ground after apparently having a tree branch break in her hands making her fall. Some leaves were in her hair and I tried not to directly laugh at her. “Daddy give her the spanking she deserves or hand her over to me to do it!” Cassie told him. “For what?” “She’s a snotty brat who won’t shut her trap and mind her own business.” Amanda came up then and asked, “What did she do?” “Klara had an accident and she had the nerve to say maybe she isn’t ready to potty-train. Like I’m going to listen to potty training advice from a diapered little? We all know THEY can’t use it, so she wants my daughters to not either.” I laughed, “You do realize I made it through about fifteen years of life using the potty just fine, right?” I decided to go for broke. “I’ve watched Klara have two accidents in the last day and not care about having either one. Until she cares you’re not going to have success at all – she didn’t even show signs she noticed she was pooping until she happily sat down in it. Speaking of which maybe you should get her out of that messy pull-up before she gets a rash?” “You little…” “She’s right Cassie, go change her,” Granny ordered. “Daddy she still needs a spanking,” Chloe said, “she can’t keep mouthing off like this!” “Why? How can she be wrong? You clearly feel like diapers are absolutely fine to wear since you keep three adults in them.” Grandpa said. “They’re Littles! They’re not adults, they’re just babies!” Chloe practically hissed, “They can’t possibly live on their own! Plus look what she did by climbing up the tree, I almost got hurt!” He laughed, “You know my thoughts on this, I fought alongside some of these so-called babies back in the war. I would have been proud to be around one like Stacy here.” I found myself given a small hug from behind, “Now why don’t you go get cleaned up so we can all eat dinner,” he ordered her. The two of them fumed and I watched Cassie go angrily pick up Klara and felt bad for the poor girl. She began crying and couldn’t seem to make sense of why her mommy was so mad. Chloe just went straight into the house I assumed to do what her dad had said, or go complain more to her mom who had gone inside too. “Nice moves,” he told me when they were out of earshot and Amanda moved closer. I smiled, “Thanks.” “You know that wasn’t exactly a bright thing to do, right?” He asked me. I nodded, “Yeah…” “Do you mind if she hangs out with Grandpa for a while?” he asked Amanda. “She’s safer with you,” she smiled. “You and I are going to have a chat later sweetie, that was about as dumb as it gets…” Her glare chilled the warm summer air and I hoped I wasn’t going to be in too much trouble! I nodded meekly and started a bit as I was raised in the air and placed around her dad’s neck in a piggyback position. He moved over to the grill where he was putting cheese on cooked burgers. My eyes widened at the size of the burgers and had to laugh that the portions of food were so huge here. He heard my giggle and asked, “What’s so funny?” “The portions of food here are so huge… it’s like a food challenge back home,” I told him. “Then you should see our food challenges! Eat three littles in one setting and you can get a free meal!” He joked as he tickled my thigh a little. I squealed and he just laughed as he lowered the lid of the grill. “So tell me about yourself,” he ordered as he took me off his shoulders and sat me on the rail next to the grill. I looked up at his hazel eyes and responded, “Well… I’m eighteen and got a crazy idea to come to this dimension to go to college.” “That is a crazy idea, especially if you were that short in your dimension,” he told me. “Well back home I was nearly six-feet tall actually,” I told him. He looked me up and down and asked, “What happened to those other three feet?” “Good question,” I said with a sigh. “I expected to be at least four feet tall… Something about the dimensional trip made me get short the first trip, but this second trip made me even shorter!” “That kind of sucks,” he said, “You would have been basically an in-betweener before and had a shot of being safe from this nonsense.” “Yeah, I’m not going to lie and say it’s ideal. I knew what I was getting into though… I want to study your computers and programming so I can take it back to my world. We’re way behind your level of technology!” We talked for another ten minutes about me as he moved burgers onto buns and plates as the men ended up eating first. “What about you?” I asked. “Well I was in the military for twenty-five years before I retired,” he told me. “I run a martial arts and self-defense studio now,” he added. “Cool,” I told him, “I used to take Tae Kwon Do when I was little… assuming you have anything like that?” He smiled at me, “That’s one of the main styles we teach actually. How long did you study?” I shrugged, “A few years, I got too busy with school to keep going. I had just finished testing for my red belt when I just couldn’t take any more time away.” “You should think about coming and studying with me,” he told me with a smile. “Littles are welcome?” “Not normally…” I looked at him oddly, “Bigs generally don’t like the idea of littles being given training to fight back against them… but as my granddaughter you would be welcome. Might even help you avoid some of the idiots like my daughters.” I watched then as Chloe was sitting down at the table with Kendra and Katie each on a separate knee. Her shirt was pulled down and each had been placed at one of her breasts so she could feed them simultaneously. I saw Kacey laying on a blankie with a pacifier zoned into space occasionally looking longingly at the table of food above her. Cassie was sitting next to Chloe with Neville at her side. She was feeding him from her breast, while occasionally giving a bite to the now changed Klara. Kristina looked to be doing alright on her own over by Grandma. I sighed. “Yeah, poor things,” he seemed to agree. “You want a hotdog?” He asked me. “Yes she does,” Amanda said for me with a smile and picked me up. “No bun, just the dog,” she told him. I made a face at her and she whispered, “If you hadn’t just nearly tried to get yourself killed I might have let you have a bun… but let’s just say I’m not overly happy with you right now…” I squirmed a bit and said, “Sorry…” She hugged me, “I know you are, and I’ll get over it, but you’re going to be a good little girl the rest of the day, aren’t you?” I nodded nervously. Amanda grabbed her own plate with a burger, some chips, potato salad, and some jello on it. She had handed me my plate with just the gigantic hotdog and some ketchup on it before she added a small handful of the gigantic potato chips. She confidently held onto me with her right arm and her plate with her left. She sat down next to Fred and my two uncles on the other side of the table from Cassie and Chloe. Both of them glared daggers at me as she sat down with me on her lap. “You got your dress all dirty!” she admonished me and tried to get sand and leaves off of it. “Sorry,” I told her. Thankfully she hugged me so I knew she wasn’t really angry over it. I watched her cut the giant hotdog in half and she handed me it, “Eat your hotdog,” she said. I was glad she dipped the first part of it in ketchup to at least add some flavor. The actual hotdog was easily the size of a large sausage back home. My hand barely grasped onto it and I had to be careful not to drop it. As I took my first careful bite I realized it was tough to even get my mouth around what seemed to be a large salami or summer sausage. I ended up eating it by taking small bites at a time out of it. Gradually I carved it away with my teeth. When I had finished part of it she asked, “More ketchup?” I nodded and she lowered the plate so I could dip it. “Living dangerously there sis,” Megan said as she sat down next to her. “I’d be worried about ketchup dropping…” She laughed, “Well it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world,” she told her. I sat quietly and listened to the conversations around me, not really interacting after having been told off by Amanda. I knew that with as attached as she was with me she must have been scared for me. I also couldn’t help but know I’d been stupid to say what I had. Running from Chloe had been just as unwise when you looked at the tree climbing from a parental perspective. My real parents would probably chew me a new one over that too. I listened as Chloe and Cassie had a conversation across from us, “You know the only way you can trust a little is if they can’t walk?” “Well, some like Kacey even if they can crawl…” “Yeah I heard just last week at the daycare two littles managed to get out of the building and ran for it.” “Did they escape?” “Not for long, a mom coming to pick up her kids saw the two girls running away. She might have thought they were free littles, but they both had braided pigtails and dresses short enough to show their poopy diapers.” “What did she do?” “Scooped them up and put them in her stroller and dropped them back off.” “What did the daycare do?” “When I came for my girls they were taken care of like Kacey – they can only say about five words, cry, drool, and mess their diapers - just like it should be. If they’re not even going to be mature enough to play like good littles there’s no point in not treating them as anything other than the drooling infants they are.” “Why do you say that?” Megan asked. “I mean seriously would you be happy being diapered and held against your will?” Chloe scoffed, “Of course not, I’m an adult!” “What if they really are too?” “But they’re not Megan! I know because you’re the baby of the family you must feel some kinship with them… but seriously they’re just babies! We can’t leave them out there on their own! They’ll get hurt! Everything in our world is much too big for them to use, so we have to help them! I mean just think if Kacey had managed her stupid plan - no one would have been taking care of my girls! Every time they pooped or peed their pants they would have been helpless!” “Only because you made it to where they have no choice…” Megan said with a sigh. “Next thing I know I’m going to hear you’re at some rally for little’s rights little sister. Take my advice and just go with it,” Cassie told her. “You know there’s plenty of technology that could help you join them if you piss off the wrong person...” “It would be fun to change Megan’s diapees again though!” Chloe practically squealed with what I knew had to be a classic case of Amazonian Baby Fever… I looked over at Megan for a moment and saw her face had the same look of horror on mine. “You two done?” I heard Chloe ask drawing attention back to her. “Did you leave anything for your sister?” I watched as she put Kendra and Katie over her shoulder in turn to burp them before laying them down on the blanket Kacey lay on. Kacey hungrily tried to nurse from her right breast and only did so for about two minutes before fussing. “Oh let’s try the other side,” Chloe said almost sadistically. I watched her nurse Kacey for another few minutes there… maybe a little longer before it was clear nothing remained there. I could smell her dirty diaper from across the table, but I stared at her trying to feed unsuccessfully. As I looked I realized her ribs showed way more than the other two... It was clear it was a regular occurrence that she wasn’t eating enough! Kendra and Katie weren’t exactly fattened cows either. I felt a squeeze from Amanda as she apparently followed my gaze as well. She whispered in my ear, “I know…” I felt guilty as I finished the last bite of the second half of the hotdog and wished I could help her. Apparently Amanda felt the same way because she spoke up, “If Kacey’s still hungry I have plenty of milk she can have.” Chloe looked at her and shrugged, “Whatever, it doesn’t hurt her to wait her turn, but if you want to waste your milk on her you can.” Amanda passed me over to Megan who pulled my plate with the remaining chips over to her and handed me a couple to eat. I watched as Amanda took Kacey from her and brought her back over to our side of the table. Amanda pulled her shirt and bra down and Kacey almost desperately put her mouth to her breast. I wanted to pinch my nose in disgust at the smell from her rear end then… but didn’t, so that I wouldn’t make the embarrassment worse for the poor girl. I knew Amanda had to have been full to the brim by this point, but Kacey hungrily nursed both breasts empty in no time. ‘I doubt this is the first time Chloe has done this…’ I thought sadly to myself. ‘I remember Amanda mentioning she blamed her for their escape attempt. On the other side of the table Klara and Kristina were fussily trying to leave the table to play while Neville was at Cassie’s side now being fed more jarred goop from hell. The side said something about pickled eggs and durian fruit. I suspected he must have been either just as malnourished, or just seriously screwed by hypnosis, because he hungrily ate every spoonful without prompting. I turned my attention back to Amanda and Kacey and noticed the poor girl was trembling as Amanda patted her back and cooed at her. Megan squeezed me tightly and whispered, “You do realize how lucky you are, right?” I nodded just as Kacey made eye contact with me. I’d only heard her whimper and say a couple words, but something about her eyes let me know there was still an intelligent adult locked away in there. Her eyes showed a mixture of pain and jealousy – I could understand where both of those came from. Before I could even think of how to respond I watched Amanda stand and carry her over to Chloe and say, “Here’s your stinker back Chloe, do you want me to save some of my milk for you? Three babies is a lot for one momma to feed herself.” “I don’t think that’s necessary Mandy, but I’ll remember the next time I see you that you have some to spare. Especially since you’re wasting yours by throwing it away?” Amanda shook her head, “I’m nursing Stacy some, but I’m not switching her completely over. Much easier on both of us that way.” Chloe just scoffed and said, “Okay girls, let’s get going home so we can get you poopy butts sorted out. You’ve been good enough I’ll change you when you get home.” My mind came to a screaming halt then, ‘She would have left them longer in those diapers?!?!?’ Megan hugged me again before passing me over to Amanda who had just arrived to pick me up. “Hmm… seems like I have my own baby with the need for a change.” I knew I had wet my diaper multiple times since we had arrived. Not the least of which was when I had to make my escape from the monster named Chloe. The longer I was around her the more I understood just how twisted she was. The world would probably have been better with her locked away in a padded cell somewhere… Amanda carried me over to an end of the table without anything on it and I had a bad feeling a private diaper change was not in my future. As if to confirm my fear the diaper bag was opened up and a portable changing mat placed down on the table. She laid me down on it and I felt my face flush bright red as I turned my head to see Klara, Kristina, and Neville all watching. Chloe at least was busy getting her littles through the back door. My dress was pushed up and Amanda said, “Be a big girl and hold your dress for me!” I groaned but used it to hide my flushing face. ‘If I can’t see everyone staring at me then it’s not really happening,’ I lied to myself. My legs were raised in the air after the diaper was untaped and a new one was placed underneath my bottom with wiping in between of course. A little bit of lotion was used and I was less naked when the tapes tightened the Pamper to my body. “Where’s my princess?!?” Amanda suddenly said and pulled the skirt from my hands. “There she is!” She baby talked to me. I weakly smiled at her still as red as a tomato. Cassie came over and said to me, “You dropped your paci,” and put a pacifier in my mouth. I was about to say something about a pacifier from the ground being gross when all of the sudden it expanded in my mouth like a balloon. I looked at Amanda with pleading in my eyes, but she didn’t understand when I said, “What is this? Get it out of my mouth!” Instead she just smiled at her sister, “Thanks, but for some reason I thought hers was still on her dress.” I thought so too and realized it must have fallen off or she pulled a fast switch. I watched in horror as the new pacifier was attached to the pacifier clips Velcro and Amanda said, “Well, maybe we’ll see you in a couple weeks, we’ll be missing next weekend for a quick trip.” “Sorry to hear that Mandy, good luck with the baby here. I think she’s more of a handful than you realize.” She looked at me with fury still in her eyes and picked up Klara. I noticed as she did so that Klara’s new pull-up looked like it had been peed in already. I was carried from the table and awkwardly tried to say goodbye to Amanda’s parents through the pacifier. No one suspected any thing and as we got to the car I tried to take the pacifier out of my mouth. I remembered there being some sort of twist motion involved when they talked about it in the store but nothing I did made it come loose, in fact I accidentally inflated it to another level! My mouth hurt from the pressure and I felt like there was a car jack in my mouth forcing it open, but I couldn’t get anything through. I forced myself to keep breathing through my nose, but my allergies were flaring up and they were clogged partially. I was in tears by the time we got home and Fred came to my side of the car. He immediately sensed something was very wrong and asked, “What’s wrong baby?” I pointed to the pacifier frantically and pulled on it. “What?” He tried pulling it out and figured out what had happened. “Amanda when did you make a decision to use one of those inflating pacifier gags? I thought we agreed not to.” “What? Of course I wouldn’t,” she said as she rounded the car to my side as he gently twisted the lock and I sighed in relief as it deflated and he pulled it out. “How…?” Amanda asked, but before I could respond angrily said, “Those bitches!” Fred picked me up and hugged me tight before passing me over to Amanda, “I’m sorry I caused problems…” I told her. “Shhh…” she told me, “I know you are. I also know they overreacted and you did all you could to keep from getting hurt. Is your mouth okay?” I rubbed my jaw and shook my head, “My jaw is really sore now. Do you have some advil or something?” “I have something I can give you,” Fred said. “Let me go get it, Amanda why don’t you both go have a seat in the living room. Maybe get an ice pack?” Amanda took his advice and we stopped by the freezer first, wrapped an icepack in a terry bib sitting on the counter, and then carried me over to the couch. My jaw hurt like hell and I hoped no permanent damage had been done. The ice pack helped a little as I waited for Fred to come with medicine. He ended up bringing a liquid bottle and an eyedropper like device. “Given your jaw hurts I’m guessing nursing a bottle probably doesn’t sound pleasant?” I shook my head, “No, not even remotely.” “Amanda I know you’d prefer her to drink out of bottles and sippy cups, but it’d be easier if she had a regular cup of milk with this mixed in…” “Here, you take her and I’ll go mix it,” she told him. He hugged me tight to him while she dug through the cabinets and went to the fridge. I watched her grab what I knew must have been a bag of breast milk that she emptied into a sippy cup, mixed the liquid medicine in, and then brought it over to me. “Drink this very carefully,” she admonished me, “do NOT spill it.” Even though it was a sippy cup without a lid it was the most adult cup I’d had in the week since I’d arrived! I drank the cup slowly so I wouldn’t spill, but also as quick as I could so the medicine could take effect. By the time I finished it and handed it to Amanda she seemed just relieved I hadn’t made a mess. I sighed at her, “You do remember I really am an adult, right?” She sighed, “I know that… in my mind, but it’s really hard to remember that. Of course you say that, but what you did earlier was stupid!” “I can’t say that was your brightest moment Princess,” Fred added. “You could have been hurt or killed climbing like that!” I sighed, “I know that in retrospect, but the first swat from Chloe was like sledgehammer blow to my body! If my diaper hadn’t taken some of the impact I would probably be severely bruised from that one hit. And after that awful machine," I shuddered, "the other day I couldn't stand the idea of being beaten.” I told her and watched her wince. “She was clearly itching to go at me the whole time and I could tell she wasn’t going to just let me go… I didn’t think then and reacted. I knew I could get under her legs and the slide was nearby with the branch… I just reacted trying to get away from her. What should I have done? Let her abusively beat me? I didn’t exactly say something wrong. There’s no way Klara is ready to be potty trained. She’d already wet that pull-up again before we left!” Amanda sighed, “You are right, I don’t doubt that… but giving parenting advice to an Amazonian woman when you are a little in diapers… can you understand why she would be offended?” “Maybe she should have been. Cassie and Chloe clearly got even with me,” I said with a sigh. “Yes they did, and I think we’ll let any further punishment go with this too.” She hugged me tight, “You have to be smart here Stacy. You have taken a crazy risk to come here and I really do want you to succeed in your dream! Mouthing off to giants is going to land you like Kacey if you’re not careful…” “Poor Kacey…” I said. “Yeah, I’m genuinely concerned about her,” Amanda said. “I’m a hairs breath away from having to file a LPS report based on what I saw today,” Fred acknowledged. “There is actually a line your kind views as uncrossable?” I said semi-incredulously. “It’s pretty far,” Fred acknowledged, “but Kacey is clearly malnourished. She needs to be supplementing with formula at least even if she doesn’t want to feed her solids… Of course I’m doubtful any of the girls can eat those anymore.” “What?” I asked, “Why wouldn’t they?” He sighed, “I don’t know for certain, but among the things I think she had done to them was a reintroduction of the infant tongue thrusting reflex…” “What’s that?” I asked. “It’s a natural reaction that keeps babies from choking on solid food before they’re ready for it,” Amanda answered. “I’m pretty I remember her saying she did do that... So yeah, you’re right that they couldn’t even get solid food down now if they tried.” “I don’t even have words for how awful that is!” I said. She squeezed me tight, “It’s bad.” “I’m guessing since you’re talking your jaw must be feeling better?” Fred asked me. “It’s still sore, but the ice helped…” “Let me take a look at it,” he told me. For the next few minutes the used his hands to gently probe my jaw, had me open my mouth, close it, and finally said, “There’s some mild bruising, and you’ll be sore for a day or so, but I don’t think there’s any permanent damage. In the future if one of those gets thrown in your mouth don’t mess with it. They’re designed to be tamper proof from any angle your hands would approach it. Plus you have to use a fair amount of strength, and press the right way…” “I got that… thanks,” I told him semi-sarcastically. He smiled at me, “well, hopefully you learned.” Just then the phone rang and he walked to get it, “Hi Mom!” he said into the phone. “It’s my parents,” he said to Amanda as he covered the receiver. “No, I’m sorry we didn’t call yet… we had kind of an exciting afternoon so far…” he said into the phone. He came down sat by Amanda, “Well, I’ll tell you what, I told you about the little we were fostering here?” There was a pause, “She’s sitting next to me. You want to video conference instead so we can all talk?” Another pause, “Okay, give me just a second and I’ll call.” He hung up the phone and looked at me, “You up to meeting your other grandparents over video call?” I shrugged, “They can’t be like Mommy’s psycho sisters…” “They’re not all psycho,” Amanda defended them. “You’re right, I like Megan. She’s sweet,” I told her. She squeezed me and grabbed the ice pack from my hands and sat it on the table. “Why don’t we put that away for a bit while we talk?” I nodded and was pulled closer to her in her lap while Fred messed with some controls on the TV remote and said, “Call Fred’s parents.” I watched the screen come alive with a pretty cool connecting screen and then the TV was filled with an image of two people that Fred was clearly the result of. His dad had white hair and looked to be in his early 70’s. Wrinkles filled a face that still seemed quite happy. His thick glasses made it hard to tell what color his eyes were. His mother was grey haired and seemed a little bit younger. Her nose was his nose, and I could see her eyes were very similar to his. Both smiled and said, “Hi!” Amanda stood me up on her lap, “This is Stacy,” she squeezed me into a hug, “say hi to your grandparents.” “Hi,” I said shyly. “You’re adorable!” his mom cooed. “I’ve never understood how every Amazon woman in your area seems to want to kidnap every little and put them in a nursery, but you clearly are cute enough to fill the role!” I blushed, “Umm… Thanks I guess?” She laughed. For the next hour we talked and I learned more about them. It put some pieces in the puzzle for me to understand why Fred really didn’t have the lust for conquering littles that so many giants I had met seemed to have. In the end they promised to let Amanda and Fred know soon if they were going to come out for Christmas. Originally they weren’t planning on it, but as I was the closest to a grandbaby as they were going to get they were now strongly thinking about it. Just before we ended the call my body made the need to go poop known and quickly let loose of it. Amanda picked me up off her lap and smelled my rear before saying, “I think someone needs a clean diapee, let us know, we’ll talk to you later!” I turned bright red and was too shocked to say anything in response. “Come on stinker butt,” she told me as she carried me upstairs. I tried not to cry at the gross mess sitting next to my skin. She placed me down on the changing table gently, but it still smeared my butt with poop. “Arms up!” She told me with a smile and pulled my dress up. “You got this dirty enough let’s put you in something cleaner.” She pushed me back to lay down then and got to work on the sticky diaper. Amanda started to put a pacifier in my mouth but then remembered I was still in some pain so thought better of it. She moved quickly through several wipes before re-diapering me in a regular pampers, and then dressing me in another shorter dress that clearly marked me as a true infant. I guessed it came with a diaper cover that she didn’t bother putting on me. “That’s better!” she told me with a smile. “Not really,” I told her honestly, “I liked the other dress better.” “Well don’t go climbing trees in it next time I put it on you and you can wear it longer!” Sure enough I looked at it on the table and realized there were stains and dirt on it, as well as some pitch or sap. “Sorry,” I sighed. She picked me up and hugged me, “No, I’m sorry. I definitely overreacted myself back there. I should have just plain stuck up for you…” I shrugged, “You were right it was kind of dumb…” I thought for a second and added, “Thanks for feeding Kacey. That poor girl…” She nodded, “Why don’t you take some time for you for a bit and then we’ll have dinner downstairs on the patio tonight?” I nodded and she sat me down on the floor. I looked around the room for a moment before making the easy decision to walk over to my desk. I opened the computer screen and sat down in front of it. Amanda smiled at me and walked through the doorway, closing the gate before she left. I sighed and accepted my caged status without much grumbling since I had a computer. I logged in, and then took a quick look to make sure my Switch was still in my backpack. I breathed a sigh of relief noting that it was. ‘I’ll have to make sure the gun is still okay at some point, but I think it can stay in my backpack safely?” That actually made me wonder and I triple checked that the backpack was still possible to carry. Thankfully it had come down in size with me! It wasn’t exactly a girly backpack though, so I wouldn’t be surprised if we ended up getting a different one. I got back to my computer and began writing a new letter to my parents. I created my greeting with the proper safe messages and then talked about the past couple days, ‘Well I hope you aren’t too ashamed of me having seen me on Friday… Sorry it has had to go so far, but I can still give you grandkids someday… I’ll just be the one with the baby in my belly! (That is definitely a weird thought though!) This weekend has been a rollercoaster of a weekend. We started off yesterday by going to return some clothes that didn’t fit me. Amanda was taken as much by surprise by my size as I was... She had already purchased a ton of diapers and dresses that ended up being way too big for me. While we were taking the diapers back I saw some more of the Amazonian cruelty and I can’t help but wonder why this dimension is that way. There are bright spots though, as we went to another boutique baby store that had a sweet lady who owns it. She’s an old family friend of Amanda’s, and it was funny to see her practically give Amanda the bright-light treatment to make sure she hadn’t kidnapped me off the street! Apparently she refuses to serve customers who do that to littles... She and I actually hit it off quite nicely! We came home then and ended up in the pool. Their pool is probably nothing to write home about for an Amazon their size, but for me it’s pretty much the equivalent of about eighty feet I think. When you add in that I’m barely three-feet tall now it might as well be an Olympic sized pool. I did a ton of laps the last couple days and it felt really nice! I’m glad they’re letting me swim like this, as it’s good exercise! The only downside is the temperatures apparently fall enough for snow to come later on and we’ll be closing it up in a bit over a month. After swimming I was dressed to meet Amanda’s last sister I had yet to meet, along with her husband, her two real kids, and the little she kidnapped. She’s not as bad as Chloe (this is Cassie), but I still feel like she’s abusive. Sadly not just to her little who has had his teeth removed, but also to her two-year old daughter that she’s forcing to potty train. In the end dinner went over like a lead balloon, and Amanda and Fred ended up collecting me, and our food to leave early. It was sad, but I was glad they took a stand. We ended up eating dinner at home and watching a movie last night. Today we went for a walk in the morning before we headed to Amanda’s parents. I managed to get on the wrong side of Cassie though when I made a dumb comment about the accident her two-year old had. It was the second I’d seen since yesterday, and she just sat down in it happily. I told her that maybe it meant she wasn’t ready to potty train yet... Not my brightest moment! Chloe was right behind her and gave me a whack to my butt that thankfully was cushioned by the diaper. I ran for it and gave Amanda a bit of a heart attack when she realized I had climbed a slide like I used to do in the backyard, jumped onto a tree, and climbed out of reach. I ended up crossing to another and then coming down. With my weight it’s safer now than it ever would have been before. Anyway Chloe fell out of the tree (which was kind of funny) when she had tried climbing up, but was surprised I had dropped out of another one. Their dad ended up saving me from any further torture and I hung out with him for a while around the grill. He runs a self-defense school and I may pick my Tae Kwon Do back up with him. He reminds me a bit of Grandpa, as he is a Veteran too. He strikes me as a really good man! Lunch was a hotdog the size of a large salami that I had to take little bits off with my teeth as it was huge!!! Their normal meals for adults I swear could be eating contests back home! I noticed Amanda was standing by me looking over my shoulder and she said, “Come on, let’s go get dinner?” “Let me just sign off here,” I told her. Well anyway things could have gone better there too. It confirmed Chloe is not the amazon I would want to be my mommy here! Amanda’s here now so I’m going to let you go. I’ll write again after I take my test Tuesday probably. Talk to you later! Stacy Amanda picked me up and felt my diaper, “Can you wait?” I noticed it was damp but not too bad, “Yes.” “I really am sorry for what happened earlier,” she told me. “I know you are, it’s one of the risks when you’re dumb enough to antagonize a giant…” I said. She kissed my forehead and carried me downstairs. “What’s for dinner?” I asked. “Chicken Fetuccini Alfredo?” She asked I think hoping I was okay with it. “That sounds great!” “Good!” she told me. I was pleasantly surprised as we sat down to eat. While I was sitting in the highchair with a bib on, she provided me with a plate of pasta and a fork that was just barely my size. She had diced the chicken up small, but otherwise it was as grownup of a meal as I’d had here! “I figured you could feed yourself tonight,” she told me with a sad smile. I noticed then that she set what would be a small plastic cup to her on my tray with juice in it. Small to her meant it was like a large 44 ounce drink for me, but I said, “Thank you!” “You’re welcome sweetie,” she said. I dug into the pasta hungrily and ate until I couldn’t eat anymore. I didn’t leave much on the plate and she commented, “I guess someone was a bit hungwy!” I nodded, “Yes, and you cook very well!” She smiled at me and looked at the mostly empty juice cup, “finish your juice while I clean up?” She asked me. I nodded. When she was done cleaning up I found my face and hands wiped before a diaper change and then she brought me down to her office. She showed me her various code and debugging software selections and we played for several hours before Fred came in and said, “Okay you two, bedtime!” “But we’ve only been here…” Amanda said. “Oh,” I said looking at the computer clock. “Yes, oh is right. You realize she leaked onto your clothes?” he told Amanda. She laughed and I did too. “Let’s get you changed. How’s your jaw?” She asked me. I rubbed it, “It’s still a little sore but it’s better.” “Can you help me with my other leaks?” “I can try,” I told her with a smile. It was mildly painful at first, but I managed to nurse both breasts dry as I wanted to help her. I knew after this weekend that I couldn’t have found a better Amazon to be my adoptive Mommy! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Hope everyone enjoyed this chapter... hope you're not too disappointed by my avoiding letting Stacy get beaten badly by Chloe! I'll post another chapter Tuesday and then I'll be off on my trip Thursday. I may be able to post another time or two while I'm traveling, we'll see. I'm about 75% through chapter 19 right now. Thanks for reading and the comments, they really do help motivate me to keep going!

I would say my number one fetish (slightly above ABDL) is desperation and wetting. I love the feeling of having an achingly full bladder and being desperate to use the toliet, holding it until I end up wetting myself. I also love, love, love watching someone else wiggle, dance, moan, whine, and beg to use the bathroom before inevitably soaking their pants. I think desperation and wetting go together perfectly. Don't get me wrong, I love watersports and pants/bedwetting by themselves but there is something so amazing about someone having a real wetting accident. Who else likes desperation and wetting (also sometimes called omorashi)?

For someone trying to not be rude you were pretty successfully rude... And yes, we have people of all ages from 18-70s.

And I for one welcome change, the last hack really messed with my mind unfortunately.. And Please people just sit back patiently and wait for things to get into place and massaged around. We don't need a hundred threads telling us what isn't working at this point, what you want to have changed, what doesn't work for you....Ect. Let's just all give it a "minute" to settle things into place, take what is there and working and give the powers to be time to get this change sorted. Thanks Gang.

For many years Daily Diapers has discussed many issues involved in giving up or quitting wearing diapers for pleasure. Less often Daily Diapers has discussed situations of parents discovering that a youngster wants to wear diapers. Since I joined Daily Diapers I have occasionally written about both of these subjects. In February 1992 Cathy Griffith, then a producer for the newly started "Montel Williams Show" (and formerly the producer of the 'Big Baby Episode' on the Phil Donaue Show") begged me to participate. My husband Don and I did tape that episode the evening of 10 February 1992, which was the start of the Los Angeles Flood. Booked as the psychologist on that episode was the late Jim Gordon, PhD. a highly respected West Hollywood-based therapist. During that episode Dr. Gordon explained the current thinking about treating and managing adult infantilism. What Dr. Gordon advocated was being cautious as a therapist when attempting to remove a desire for diapers. The problem is that removal of one such behavior will result in switching to another behavior. His opinion, shared by many respected mental health professionals, is that from a physical standpoint, a desire for diapers is about as safe as it can get. Take away a desire for diapers from an infantilist and the replacement behavior could be alcohol or drug abuse, gambling or something even more risky. So the goal of therapy in Dr. Gordon's view was to help the patient with a diaper affectation learn to act-out discreetly, safely and legally. Of course should the infantilist present complaining that the diaper desire was interfering with life, then treatment for OCD could be appropriate. Following my appearance on Montel Williams his office forwarded hundreds of fan letters to me. Included in all that mail were many letters from psychologists. One of them was in private practice in a city with a respected medical school which had a progressive residency program in urology. This psychologist was often called when the urologists suspected young patients wet because they wanted to be diapered. It had been Dr. Gordon who sent that psychologist a VHS tape of our Montel Williams Show episode, first broadcast on 23 February 1992. As a result, I was asked to become a co-founder of what would become a website called "When Kids Love Diapers" of WKLD. That was intended as a resource for parents. After over two years of research, planning and discussion among the 25 or so founders a sample website was launched which was password-protected and available at first only to mental health practitioners specializing in children to older adolescents. During our research we followed many case studies of young people so desperate for diapers they resorted to stealing them. In virtually all cases the youngsters lied to parents about diaper desires. Clearly the downsides of loving diapers are minor compared to complications resulting from a person being caught stealing. The basic recommendation of WKLD was for parents to remain calm when a child begged for diapers. First of all, most kids wanting diapers are not actually infantilists. If not their lust for diapers goes away fairly soon based upon embarrassment from other children and discomfort wearing diapers. However, it takes a bold, confident child to vocalize a desire to be given diapers. Our suggestion is that in these cases the parents buy the diapers for the child with a minimum of embarrassment. Often before the first package of diaper is finished the child has lost the desire. If not and the child wants additional diapers, then the parent has the opportunity to help the child become circumspect as to when and where to play in diapers. Recently there was a post here on this point: I wish I could reach out to that understanding mother. It is not clear why after just two days the mother changed her mind. But at least she prevented her 13 year-old child from stealing diapers. Here is a link to WKLD. That site has not been active for years, but is preserved or "mirrored" as a service by "Diaperchat.com+: http://wkld.diaperchat.com/ You might find the information still saved there to be of interest.

Not everybody has been here for 4 years, and not everone wants to readback tens of thousands of posts. Both the people who ask, and people who respond, are trying to connect, possibly still trying to figure themselves out. If you don't like a topic, how about just not respond at all. A 23 year old with 79 posts has a completely different perspective of this board than 60+ year old with over 2600 posts. Other people have answered without being offended, and some have answered the same question before, but still enjoy telling their story. If every topic regarding ab/dl has been covered in the past, why even have a board now

you know i heard some countries actually let their women vote!!! whats next driving!!!???

So Yesterday I had my first bad experience with a cashier while buying diapers. I went to the local cvs pharmacy to pick up some depends maximum protection because I had just run out of bambinos and wanted something to use until I would be getting more. I have done this a million times, you just walk up to the register, buy it and walk out with your diapers. It's not rocket science, no one ever truly says or does anything, right? That's what I thought too, until yesterday. I walked up to the register and set the depends on the counter. The cashier flipped it over to scan it and asked, "oh you haven't grown out of it yet?" I was confused at first. Immediately I assumed the sizing of the diaper but that made no sense so I asked, "excuse me?" he then proceeded to ask again, with a grin and condescending tone, "you haven't grown out of peeing the bed yet?" At this point everything clicked and s#@! just hit def-con 5. I was outraged and demanded to see his manager immediately. I kept my composure but was obviously upset and offended. He did so immediately and started squirming in his shoes. He knew he just did something real stupid. While ringing me up he tried an attempt at a feeble empty apology but I interjected, telling him that I truly did not want to hear it and just wanted to speak to the manager. The manager arrived only moments afterwords and I explained to him what had happened. I went on to explain that incontinence is a serious issue that anyone, even a young man like myself, can deal with. I explained that I was just embarrassed, belittled and offended by his out of line employee and that I am truly very hurt. Whatever product I buy is my own business and I should not have to feel embarrassed by absolutely anything that I buy in this pharmacy. The manager was very understanding and said that he would have a serious talk with the employee. even though I wasn't truly satisfied with this I just wanted to get out at that point so I left. But that's not the end of it. I called the corporate headquarters this morning and explained the entire situation in great excruciating detail. The woman who spoke with me seemed truly hurt anyone would do that to someone for any reason and was more than eager to rectify this. She sent a report directly to the regional manager's blackberry and within the hour I had a call from the head store manager. She was beyond apologetic and offered to give me a $50 gift card to cvs (more diapers does help with the way I feel about this, lol). I accepted the apologies and while I was on the way over to the pharmacy to pick up the gift card, the regional and district managers called me to personaly apologize and to truly touch base with me. Overall, I'm very satisfied with the situation. they had a fast and immediate response. The store manager told me that she gave the employee who did it a written report that will give him only one chance to keep his job. The employee who made the comments had offered to call me and talk to me directly but I declined so he left me a message that he was truly sorry and honestly never meant to hurt me. It was just a stupid attempt to make a joke and he didn't realize the true implications of his words. I'm still upset at him and first impressions are hard to change but I do forgive him for what he said. I don't want him to get fired but I am glad that everything happened the way it did. I did feel bad about alluding to the fact that I was incontinent but I needed to get the point across and I felt that was the best angle to take. I never did lie but I did make it seem as if I was incontinent and being discreet about it. I was as respectable as anyone could be in that situation. I hope I represented diaper wearers well. I kept on thinking what I would have done if that was the first time I was buying diapers. I think it would have caused me serious anxiety problems. I stood up for all diaper wearers alike.

Then you need to get some things in your life straightened out before you start pursuing a fetish or alternative lifestyle. By 22 you should be well on your way to being a fully independent productive member of adult society. Grow up, get your license, get a job, move into your own place and then come talk to us about diapers.

Many, many times I've read threads that start out "I'm finally going to tell my wife". What can I say? It seems that so many people are afraid of honesty, they're blind to the other person in the relationships feelings, and really showing them the worst kind of disrespect. This callous disregard for them is NOT the way to behave towards someone you supposedly love so much! Two years into a marriage is NOT the time to say "oh, by the way....", If you really love someone then you HAVE to respect them. It means you owe them the truth from the very start of the time you start thinking that they might be the one you want to share your life with. Before you even think of buying a ring you MUST disclose all of your secrets, period. You have to realize that we, as diaper lovers or adult babies, are not what the mainstream of our society consider "normal". As far as a lot of them go we are pretty out there, or extremely perverted (in some people's minds). Some of us are, if you take a realistic view of some in our community. I mean anyone who thinks that girls want to feed them, dress them, keep them in diapers 24/7, and not mind changing their messy diapers, is basically a nut, but they can be found on this site. If you truly love and respect your partner you have a responsibility to tell them about your fetish. I don't mean that you just say "I like to wear diapers sometimes", but to really tell them about it. Whether you are AB and want them to baby you some times, if you want to be babied a lot, if you like to wet, or mess, I mean EVERYTHING!! There is no way that you can fail to do this if you truly love your partner, it is what you owe them if they truly are the one who you love. If you cannot do this then you are not ready to propose to them, let alone marry them. Honesty is not the best policy, it's the ONLY policy here, DO NOT LIE TO THEM BY KEEPING THIS LITTLE "SECRET" TO YOURSELF!! I know that it is hard to talk about something you've kept hidden from everybody else all you life, but you must break that silence if you really love them. It might be that they are not able to accept this about you, but better to know now than after you've trapped someone in a marriage where they suddenly feel betrayed. If you do this to someone they have every right to feel betrayed by you! That could very quickly end your marriage in one UGLY divorce!! Sit down and talk to them, let them know that this is hard for you to talk about, but you have to tell them because to keep it a secret would be wrong, (it would in fact be worse than lying to them). If both of you are truly in love they might just say "well that's different, but it doesn't change how I feel about you". They may even like the idea enough to want to participate. That's a long shot there, but you never know. The point is you have to be upfront and honest from the start. It might be the end of the relationship, but better to know now than to have both of your feeling mangled in a bitter divorce. You are the only one who can pick who you want to open up to when you're in a relationship, but if you think that the relationship is really going to go somewhere you are obligated to out yourself. It's the decent and right thing to do. Peace, Vic

Wetnmessy247: Am I to understand that you went on an amusement park ride while messed? If so, that's REALLY unsanitary, and even dangerous. People can get sick from other people's poop. What if you would of leaked? Poop has LOADS of bacteria. Unless you have no bowel control, and it happened ON a ride, it's only proper to change your diaper before the ride! I get that you only change once a day, that you like your messes, and that it's a downright pain to lose your place in line...However, NOT changing regularly in an amusement park is endangering the health of others. Other people use the seats, and as said, what if you leak? The bacteria from your poop seeps into the pee too. I really hope you learn to change often when it can endanger other people to stay in a used diaper. ~ moogle

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight...... how about a law about thinking before you post?

As we continue to grow I'm thinking it's about time we begin to construct a set of rules and promises - both for [DD] to follow, and for members to follow. Here is what I know should be included for the site's part: DailyDiapers will not sell your personal information to anyone, anytime, ever.We will respect your privacy and not reveal identifying information except where required by law.We will not drastically change our free community style (You won't log-in tomorrow and find we've become a pay site.)We do not create fake profiles to attract members. (some sites have thousands of phony female profiles to get people to join.)All contests and giveaways will be genuine and fair. ( some sites have fake contests.)We will take all reasonable steps to keep children and offensive material out of the site to provide you with a safe environment.We will not subject you to offensive advertising (No hardcore porn ads.) So, what else should I promise you. And as members of the community what do you think your responsibilities are?

127.) Koi. Corset. Kiss. Gentle. Nice. I liked her. I mean. I didn't know what love was. I didn't even know how to kiss. And the doctor. We'd kissed. I remembered sex. I remembered having sex. But it wasn't like that. What was sex, anyway? I just wanted to play dollies. And diapers and breastfeeding. Marta's. Koi's? Her boobs… my lips. I couldn't remember how to breathe… "Josie, do you remember how to be Sleeping Beauty?" The trigger hadn't been needed in weeks now, months even, the girl had taken to Nora's words as fact a long time ago and the need for a sub-trance was superfluous, but with things the way they were now Josie needed external help to put things in order. She was sat on the edge of changing table, but Nora was going to take control. My eyes fluttered closed almost automatically and I leaned awkwardly on the table. The woman cradled my head until I was lying down completely. Everything felt dizzy and dark. I didn't like it. I just wanted to play dollies… with Koi… naked… no… I wanted to cry. Just cry… right? I was in shambles... "This is a process, Josie, a process has a start, a journey, and an end, none of which mean anything without the other two. You had trouble with your start, but you conquered it, you had trouble with your journey, but you conquered it. And now it's time for your trouble with your end." Reiteration. Order. Structure. "There are cards that need to be sorted before you can conquer your end, and I know that you have trouble. Mommy will order them for you, lay them out, make it easy for you to win. Whenever you understand me, say I love you Mommy." I didn't say anything. Nora nervously played with my hair. I wasn't sure how to talk. I didn't remember. I didn't remember how to breathe, either, but I seemed to be doing that just fine, now. I couldn't think right. Everything was breaking down. Pattering of glass. Cracks. I couldn't do this… I was slipping… "I'm laying your cards down, face up. Easy to understand, easy to put in order. There are a few, but you know where they go, you know how to make them all fit. Doctor Card. Koi Card. School Card. Mommy Card. Beginning Card. Journey Card. End Card. Mommy goes with the Journey Card. Doctor goes with the Beginning Card. Koi and School go with the End Card. See the Little Girl Card? That card is Wild, it can go with any of them." In words, it sounded complex, convoluted, but to someone with their mind as open as Josie's how was, it was easy for her to process things when described as physical media. "Mommy card. End Card…" One idea. A firm idea. Then I shook my head. "Koi card, Beginning Card…" Right? Or… "Little Girl Card… End Card…" "Doctor Card…" …I hesitated. I froze up. It wasn't like the other cards. It was too big. I put it back. I felt sick. I pushed the deck away from me and closed my eyes. "No cards…" "How about Mommy holds the Doctor Card until you've sorted the others, and then she can help you decide where it goes?" Object Depiction was a strong class of treatment during sub-trance hypnosis, but it was far from the only available option, just one that worked that the woman thought might be suitable. "Diaper Card. Journey Card. Not End Card, though, right? Because Diaper Card and Koi Card don't match, and either does End Card. It goes with Journey Card, something to help Josie be a little girl. Same with Breastfeeding Card." I shook my head and took the cards back, putting them both at the end. "End cards…" "…they don't go with Koi." "Beginning card." "Mm… kissing card?" "End card." "Koi?" "End card." "Breastfeeding?" "End card." "Koi?" "Beginning card." "Journey?" "…Doctor Card…" Everything was a mess, everything was out of order. "Josie is Pretty." An even older trigger. Unneeded for a long time. Still potent. "Beginning Card: School. Babysitting. Koi. Doctor. Luzy. Journey Card: Anni. Rew. Diapers. Breast-feeding. Mommy. Dollies. Toys. Pacifiers. Recovery. Josie. End Card: Sippy Cups. Koi. Anni. Rissa. Kriss. School. Love. Happy. Little Luzy. Repeat." "N-no… that's not…" I pushed all the cards away again. All of them. And I took only a couple back. End card. "End." And then… "Baby…" "Koi…" "Doctor…" A life with my best friend. Kisses and happiness. School. Growing… growing up. A life without growing up. A life with Nora and Marta. Innocence. Quiet. And a last existence: what I belong to… where I should be. But I'm not. Why am I not…? "Koi loves you." It was a card that Nora shouldn't have named. Then again, it could help, or it could do nothing. "End: Koi. Koi Loves You. School. Growing Up. Being Little Whenever You Like. Kissing. Love." I knew how Koi felt now, because she told me. Even if I wasn't paying attention, I knew she was honest. And I knew I heard her. But I didn't love her. I mean, okay, a little, maybe. But it… we never had… it was one bad thing to another. I never had time to consider it until it was too late. And to base an entire future on something I had no time to contemplate… I shook my head. "…wanna stay… with Mommy and Marta… Baby… End: baby..." "Still in Journey, Josie, still in Journey. You can't see End yet, only Mommy can, because when you're in your Journey, you don't know what the End will look like yet. Baby. Mommy. Marta. All Journey. You love it, but what is End is better.” She was tearing apart at the seams like an old pair of pants in a moth-ridden closet, and though there were always recourses, this could set treatment back weeks, or months! "End: doctor…!" I was getting desperate. She was taking my cards away and it wasn't fair. It was the biggest card. It was a huge card! It was obviously the right card! But as much as I pushed it with the "end" card, they didn't click right. I pushed all the cards away again. I couldn't do this. My chest was hurting… "Beginning: Doctor, it's the only place it fits and you know that, you know that it's all there was and now there's so much more, so much more and Doctor is gone, Doctor is over, the Beginning is the past and you can't go back to it, you can only look at it." It would crush her, it would frustrate her, but she'd accept it as fact and she'd hate it but she needed it, she'd hate it but she'd love it, she'd file Beginning away. "Only Journey and End left, what goes where?" "I'm not… it's not…" He couldn't come back. He couldn't hurt me. There was so much about him that brought on pain, and I was sure Rew would make sure to remind me, but to argue he was my future… was impossible. "Miss?" "Hm?" Marta's voice… "She won't leave… should I call the police?" "I'll be there shortly." Josie was asleep now. She'd accepted Doctor was Beginning. She'd accepted he was past. That would change everything, it would shield her from Rew and his ministrations. It would allow for her to think about End, and not just Journey, it would allow her to freely shuffle her deck without the obstacle. "Josie will be asleep for some time, please change her and put her down to sleep with the monitor on, I'm going to have words with Koi."

Chapter Twenty-Nine Aimee felt like nothing was real as she sat in the white tiled room in a steel crib. Her beautiful clothes were gone, her wonderfully thick diaper was gone, she was sitting in an orange onesie alone in the clinical room, sucking on a plain white pacifier as she waited to find out what was going to happen next. They told her that Wendy was dead. Fiona's assistant had killed her in some insane, misguided rescue attempt. The "rescue" had taken everything from her. Now that she was no longer a legal adult, she couldn't just go home.. they wouldn't even give her a phone call. She was just supposed to wait for the orphanage people to come and get her. "I am a good girl," she started her chant, "I love my diapers. I love my mommy. I need my diapers," she didn't make it any further than that without breaking down, sobbing. The good feelings didn't come now that the regulator was removed, and she just missed Wendy even more. "I need my mommy," she cried, laying down in the crib, hugging the coarse white blanket and wishing for Puppyface or Marshmallow. * * * The video had been terrible, it had hurt to watch Aimee beg and cry that way, shown no mercy. But Fiona didn't want to rush off and kill the woman responsible... Now she was sitting at a desk in the police station, waiting for the woman to come back so they could figure this all out. "I'm sorry ma'am," the woman in uniform with her cropped dark hair said as she sat back down at the desk, "Aimee Olivier is property of the state now, the law is quite clear. I'm afraid I can't turn her over to you. She's no different than an abandoned portal Little now, she'll likely be auctioned off." "That's not acceptable," Fiona said, a hint of anger creeping into her voice, "She's my roommate, my friend. She's only been adopted for a day or two at most. Please, just turn her over to me and we'll be on her way, I'll see that she gets the proper care." "I'm sorry, you're not her legal guardian. There's nothing I can do for you." "Wait," Fiona furrowed her brow, digging in her purse, "I am her legal guardian." She produced the Temporary Adoption License they had gotten that night at the store, "In fact, the validity of her adoption to Ms. Olivier is suspect. You'll see that my adoption certificate, temporary though it is, clearly demonstrates consent and intent before her official adoption was ever processed. As her guardian, I request that you relinquish her to my care." "I.. um," the woman held the card and checked it against the database, sure enough it was real, "I need to talk to my supervisor about this. Please wait here, Ms. Marr." Fiona was sweating a bit when the woman and what she assumed was the supervisor came back. "Come get your Little, ma'am," the female supervisor said, also wearing a shorter haircut to her dark hair, "we don't want to see her go into the orphanage. She's severely traumatized by the events of the day, she's barely responsive." They led Fiona to a secure area, going through barred doors and weapon detectors, and she was shown to the room where Aimee was laying near-catatonic on her side in a steel crib. She walked over and released the catch on the bars, pulling Aimee into her arms. "Mommy?" she mumbled sadly, "I want my mommy. She killed my mommy... " "Shh," Fiona held her friend close, "It's me, Aimee. It's Fiona. I'm going to take you home." "Fiona?" Aimee seemed to snap out of it a bit, sitting upright in her friend's arms, "Fiona? You came for me?" "Of course I came for you, Aimee. We're best friends," Fiona smiled a pained smile as the Little hugged her tightly. "Come on, let's go home. Your stuffed unicorn is waiting for you." "Uni?" "Yes, Uni.. he misses you, let's go get him." "Wendy loved unicorns," Aimee started crying, sobbing her heart out in Fiona's arms, drenching her shoulder in tears, "We were coloring a unicorn together... that's what we were going to do when.. when your assistant... " "Shhh," Fiona carried Aimee out, guided by the authority personnel, "Shhh, baby. Just relax." * * * Aimee looked down at the smiling ladybugs that held her arms and legs, she had missed them. She hated the orange onesie she was in, and she hated the thinner diaper they had given her. She wanted to go home to her nursery, she wanted to put on a show for the camera and make her mommy happy. She wanted snuggles and playtime, even if it was scary and painful. "I'm a bad girl," she whispered to herself, "I'm a very bad girl." But the shocks didn't come. They had taken her regulator, and with it all of the beautiful pain and pleasure that Wendy had gifted to her. Fiona carried the mumbling Little to her room and laid her down on the bed, handing her the stuffed unicorn and teasing her butterfly Silencer pacifier between her lips. Aimee took the paci and cuddled the unicorn, but otherwise she just laid there. Fiona heard a soft hiss from the girl's diaper and watched it expand slightly with a frown. She shook her head and walked out of the room, leaving Aimee to rest. Aimee was whispering something to herself over and over, but Fiona couldn't make it out. She figured it was best just to let her be, let her have some space, the comfort of her own room. After a couple of hours, she assumed Aimee had fallen to sleep and fixed herself a quick dinner, just a simple sandwich with ingredients from the fridge. She gave Aimee another hour, then checked on her.. she was laying with her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling and mumbling, in a pool of her own urine. Her diaper had leaked but she hadn't moved, hadn't made a sound. I can't deal with this, Fiona said to herself, I just... I can't. Fiona walked out of Aimee's room, leaving her there, mumbling, wet, and probably hungry.. and made a phone call. * * * "Aimee," an unfamiliar voice called her softly, and Aimee felt a soft touch on her arm, "Aimee... time for a bottle, sweetie, you look thirsty." "Mommy?" Aimee said softly, blinking rapidly. Her eyes felt dry, they hurt. She hadn't been blinking as she stared off. The world was blurry as she looked around. She felt her pacifier being pulled from her mouth and replaced with a bottle of juice. She held onto it with both hands, letting Uni roll away. She felt herself being lifted into the air... her sodden diaper was removed, she was cleaned up, and the wonderful and familiar bulk of her favorite nighttime princess diapers replaced it. When things finally came back into focus, there was an unknown Amazon woman leaning over her, a cascade of raven hair hanging down from above. The woman had a warm smile and stroked Aimee's cheek. Aimee fixated on the diamond stud piercing the woman's nostril. The woman leaned down and gave Aimee a kiss on the forehead before sitting back.. and revealing Helen beyond Aimee's feet. "Am I at work?" Aimee asked, confused. "Helen?" "No sweetie, you're not at work. You had a really bad day and your friend called me to come take care of you. I wish I had asked you if you wanted to be cared for, Aimee. I think I'm in love with you." "You think?" Emma snorted, "I think the sky is blue, but I'm not sure. Hi Aimee, I'm Emma. Think of me as your big sister, okay?" "Are you a Little? You're so big... " "No silly baby, I'm not a Little. You are though, look at how cute you are!" Emma leaned forward and blew a raspberry on Aimee's exposed tummy, causing her to giggle, "You are such a cute Little!" Emma gave Aimee a big hug and pulled her to a sitting position. "I bet you're hungry, aren't you little sis? My boyfriend is going to take us out to this gourmet pizza place. They say they'll put anything you want on a pizza... anything! Let's put it to the test, will you share a peanut butter and jelly pizza with me?" "What?" Aimee couldn't help but laugh at the mental picture of a pizza covered in peanut butter sandwiches, "You're silly!" "Will you come with us? I want my little sister with me, okay? Say: I want to come with you big sis." "I want to come with you, big sis," Aimee repeated. Emma clapped and hugged the Little again. "We have to get you dressed. Hmm... Helen has zero fashion sense," Emma stated, standing up and walking over to Aimee's closet. Aimee looked at the girl's outfit, she was wearing a pink plaid skirt with a black top, a fishnet shirt over that. She wore high-heeled boots that went to her mid-calf, a zipper running up the side. She definitely had a sense of style... but it certainly wasn't Aimee's. "Let's see.. we should go simple, I think. Tinkerbell and shortalls!" She carried the outfit over and started dressing Aimee without asking, pulling the shirt on over her head, then laying her down and working the shortalls over her legs. Soon, Aimee was pulled to her feet and the shortalls fastened. "All ready to go, do you want a piggyback ride?" "Yes!" Aimee danced, all her troubles forgotten for the moment. Emma crouched down and Aimee climbed on her back, "Let's go big sis! To pizza!" Helen laughed and shook her head, How could I ever see her as anything but a Little begging to be adopted? She's so childlike, so innocent. She thought about what Fiona had told her, that Aimee had witnessed a gruesome murder, that the woman who had taken her had been killed right in front of the girl and her mind had cracked a bit. She seemed to be okay at the moment. Maybe she's just not ready to face adult things? Lucky for her, she won't have to any more. Fiona had signed over Aimee to Helen's care. They had to finalize it together, Aimee, Fiona, and Helen... but this was the start of a new chapter for Helen. She had wanted Aimee for a long time, to care for her, to cuddle her, to comfort her. Aimee had been through a lot of trauma in the past couple of days according to Fiona, but Helen was more than happy to help her through it. Emma had promised to help in any way she could and things were looking up. It was time to start their Happily Ever After. ======== Epilogue Helen smiled over at Aimee in the high chair, sitting at their modest kitchen table. It hadn't been easy to afford all of the accoutrement required to take care of an Adopted Little, but they managed. Her friend Fiona even donated a few of the more expensive items, like the crib and the high chair, and once a month they got another case of Aimee's favorite princess diapers. They saw Fiona once or twice a month, they all got together to play games or share a meal. In the past six months, Aimee had gotten a lot better, but a few things triggered her pretty hard. Those first few weeks had been nightmarish, there was a media circus over the murder and Helen had to disconnect the TVs and take some time off work to keep Aimee away from it all. The reporters had hounded Fiona, but to her credit the woman had never given up Aimee's location. Aimee had a lot of trouble when faced with purely adult tasks and would shut down and start talking to herself rhythmically if she got too stressed out. Helen worked very hard to make sure Aimee felt safe and comfortable, she carried the Little everywhere, Aimee hadn't really walked anywhere that wasn't inside the apartment in months. "Okay, little sis, it's your turn!" Emma grinned at Aimee in her high chair sans tray, scooted up to the table to join their board game. This one was about traveling the islands and collecting different keys to unlock the portal to a perfect world where Amazons and Littles lived in harmony. It was a sweet, gentle, co-operative game that still required a decent amount of skill.. but not too much. Aimee didn't have any trouble focusing or solving problems in the right context, it was only when she faced adulthood head-on, which thankfully didn't happen too often. The game had been shipped to the apartment in Helen's name, several things had been lately, none of which Helen remembered ordering. She assumed Fiona was behind it. The only thing they had to avoid flat out was unicorns, they were an instant trigger for Aimee now.. and bloody handprints showed up in too many of her drawings. The Little therapist she was working with had made great progress, but she honestly doubted that Aimee would ever completely get over the trauma, the two Littles were just working together to make the breakdowns less frequent, less intense, and of shorter duration. Helen worked very hard to be the best mommy she could, she only took Aimee to work when she absolutely had to, Emma came over and watched Aimee a lot. She and Ethan were engaged now and his photography business was really taking off, so she found herself having to work less and less. They were actually pondering moving all four of them in together in a house, since Emma wanted to ditch her apartment and she had been such an amazing help to Aimee. Ethan had really taken a shine to the Little as well, and she liked to play with his beard. They went out scouting for artistic landscapes together sometimes, she would take a small watercolor set and paint what she saw while he photographed. A few of her pieces had sold, which she was very proud of. Many of the ones she couldn't bear to part with hung on the walls of the apartment. The small, bloody handprint that was often concealed somewhere in the painting was the only thing that bothered Helen about it all. Having an income counter-intuitively boosted Aimee's self-esteem a great deal. "I think," Aimee tapped her piece along the board and played a couple of cards, "Yes! I got the green key! Only two more to go to happily ever after." Aimee waved a card at Helen, "Look mommy.. we're really close to the portal!" "I already have my happily ever after," Helen smiled, making Aimee blush.. but she took her turn anyway. "I love this game," Emma smiled, "You'll have to thank your friend again for buying it. It's really great." "Yeah.. " Aimee said, glancing over at Ethan, "Are you okay, Ethan? You're awfully quiet." "He's always quiet, silly. He's the strong silent type," Emma answered, leaning over and giving Ethan a big kiss. He pulled her into his lap and tilted her back, giving her a long and lovely kiss indeed. Emma giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Are we sure we want to share a house with that?" Helen joked. Aimee was a big advocate for the group house, she really loved Emma and Ethan, she didn't think her recovery would have been as smooth without them. Emma was in this strange Little-but-not place, she was happy to play Little games with Aimee, happy to be the big sister, but she was still an adult. Aimee loved that about her, she was always upbeat and had a great sense of humor. The four of them were one big, happy family. Aimee had what she had always wanted, a loving mommy, a life free of responsibility, fun, friends, and laughter. Helen loved doing things with Aimee, anything she wanted. They went to aquariums and zoos, museums and movies, out to eat or just relaxing at home together. Helen was the dream mommy from the movies, happy to carry her, madly in love with her, and spoiled her rotten. "I'm happy that my big sis is happy! And Ethan will be a great big brother," Aimee smiled at them, hiding her sadness. Helen loved her deeply, but had no interest in the sexual games that Wendy had introduced her to. Aimee had to be content with pleasuring herself when she was alone in her room, but she missed and craved the physical affection from her mommy-figure. They finished the game together, a happy group, a happy ending to the game, and Aimee excused herself to her room. "You'll come put me to bed when I'm ready, right mommy?" "Of course, sweetheart. We'll have an evening bottle and snuggle like always." "Thanks, mommy. I love you." "I love you more, my little one." "Nuh-uh," Aimee answered as always, "I love you the mostest!" She smiled and closed the door to her room quietly, firing up her computer and turning on the camera. "Hi friends, who missed me? I gave you all night to vote on my next punishment... let's see what you came up with! Oh, looks like another messy masturbation session for me tonight, you dirty Amazons. Those of you who want to see the upside-down wetting need to pitch in a little more, the MM crowd only beat you by a couple of hundred dollars! I had a pretty full dinner several days in a row, so this is going to be a big mess. Let's put on a little music and get started. I see you, AmazonDaddy12.. I know you're one of my biggest fans. I'll be sure to send a picture just to you tonight. Are you at home, touching yourself right now? I bet you are, you Amazons are all the same, you just want to see Little me make a mess and love it. Well you're in luck, because I do... oh.. I think I need to go. Good thing I'm wearing this thick diaper."

In a few weeks I'm going to leave to travel for a month, so I'm posting an extra chapter today! Chapter 11: DAD REACTED FIRST saying “Oh my God!” and looking like he was trying not to laugh and horrified at the same time. Mom looked at me silently for a moment before saying, “Stacy?” I nodded. “Well at least you do make an adorable little girl…” Mom said after staring at me speechless for a long moment. I sighed, “Yeah I guess I do.” Mom’s eyes seemed to narrow at my image like I had just been busted for lying to her about something, “What happened to your cheeks though?” Amanda waved at them and said, “I apologize, that’s a side effect of a process we thought we had in hand to make her able to stay in school here.” “What did you do to our son?” Dad asked angrily, less inclined to be blasé about the new detail. “Dad, Mom, it was something I agreed to. And she said we thought we had it in hand…” I groaned and wrung my hands for a second before continuing, “I told you in that last e-mail that my name caused problems. Both the Westerfields and Emerson believed I was a girl.” “I still can’t believe you and your dad convinced me to name him that…” Mom glanced angrily at Dad. “Sorry, if three generations of us had already been stuck with the name what was one more?” I sighed and said, “Look what was done eighteen years ago doesn’t matter now…” They both looked skeptically at me, but I continued, “Things were dangerous when we were here last… but it was nothing compared to the way things are now. Littles are in much more peril of being adopted and turned into brainless drooling infants now...” My parents both looked more worried but I pressed on, “Because I’d been registered as a girl it would only take one person to lodge a complaint and claim I was in violation of the university's honor code and I’d lose my scholarship.” I paused for a breath and shuddered, “I would probably at the least be shipped to a preschool instead… Or worst case I would be removed from Amanda and Fred’s care and sent to an orphanage.” Mom looked through the screen, “Is this true?” I turned and looked at Fred who nodded, “Yes it is, as soon as we realized the mistake I quietly made some inquiries and found that several littles have been shipped off for violations like this.” “I knew this was a mistake Stacy…” Dad said before asking, “So just what did you do to him?” “One of the departments at our hospital is using a new technology with nanites to be able to deliver care to littles and make changes without things being quite so invasive…” I shifted uncomfortably and just came out with it, “We edited the coding heavily first, but we used the nanites to make me a girl so I can remain in school.” “You what?!?” Dad asked. “I’m now a girl Dad, complete with the correct plumbing for those people who change my diapers to know I am. I told you in the e-mail we might have to do something…” “But…” he stuttered. “Is this permanent?” Mom asked. I watched Amanda in a little video monitor box at the bottom corner of the screen nod, “In theory you could inject Stacy with the nanites again, but I’m pretty sure that to do so would be really dangerous. Some of the nanites will still remain from the first batch like a set of T Cells keeping watch for invaders. It’s quite likely that the two sets of nanites would battle inside of Stacy and kill her in the process.” Both of my parents looked at me with horrified expressions for a long moment. Mom snapped out of it and asked, “You’re okay with this Stacy?” I shrugged, “Fifty-percent of the world including you make it just fine as girls, I can do it too.” “You’re okay though… other than that?” She asked. I shrugged, “Other than having a different set of parts nothing else is different than I expected. We knew babying was going to come with the territory…” I pulled at my skirt nervously; “at least if I’m stuck wearing dresses I know I belong in them now.” Mom looked at me before saying, “Did it do anything else?” “I insisted on editing the file myself, with some help from Stacy, so that we could avoid surprises. We used the coding as a chance to also improve her concentration, motor skills, and staying up on our longer days better. As far as we know the only thing we missed was a routine in the programming that changed the placement of fat to her face. She’s got those adorable looking baby cheeks now,” she squeezed one of them gently, “but other than that Stacy’s fine.” “Actually it is probably a positive change here, as it should help her avoid being picked on as much by other Amazons,” Fred added, “as a lot of people assume she’s actually our real baby.” Dad looked dumbfounded and Mom just looked worried. “You’re really okay Stacy?” “Mostly… I mean there’s no denying that taking a step back to infancy is one of the most embarrassing things that could ever happen… but in the short time I’ve been able to play with even their home technology I’ve already learned a lot. I knew this was a risk when I came here…” “But a girl?” Dad asked. I shrugged, “It’s not like I was having wild sex every night anyway Dad.” “You’d better not have been…” He told me with a stern look. “How complete…?” Mom asked, semi-changing the subject. Fred fielded the question, “She’s not going to have periods for now as her body is behaving as a pre-pubescent girl about age four hormonally,” he paused and added, “but if she is given a large dose of estrogen she will begin developing breasts and menstruating as a normal girl her age would. I can give her that before she leaves.” “So she can get pregnant?” Dad asked nervously. “Yes,” Fred said, “well… at least once she receives the shot and enters puberty.” “You’re okay with that?” Dad asked incredulously as he glared through the screen at me. I shrugged, “It beats one of the other options where I wouldn’t have been able to have kids. As drastic as this was I still have options.” As I stood there I couldn’t help but feel like I really needed to pee and ended up just letting go. Mom stared at me and asked, “Did you just…?” I turned red and grimaced, “I agreed to it.” “Yes you did…” she said. I turned to Amanda and Fred, “Would you be able to use those headphones like you offered?” They nodded and Fred said, “Actually I’m going to go walk down the hallway, Amanda is more than enough here to meet the guidelines of watching you.” He looked down at his watch and added to me, “You have about thirty minutes and then our time is up…” “Thanks,” I told him. Amanda meanwhile turned a chair around away from the screen and put some headphones on. I could hear the music coming out of them by the time Fred turned to leave. “Can you hear me Amanda?” I asked. With no reaction I turned back to my parents, “I really am fine.” “No you’re not,” Mom told me, “You are exhibiting Stockholm Syndrome or something. How in the world could you have willingly agreed to mutilate your body?” “I didn’t mutilate it,” I told her, “I look like a normal girl,” I told her. “A normal baby girl maybe…” she told me before sighing. “That dress is adorable though…” I blushed, “I didn’t pick it out…” “I kind of figured that…” Mom said before sighing, “So are you doing anything else besides peeing and pooing your diapees?” I blushed some more, but nodded, “I’ve been studying for that test that I have to take next week –the CAREs exam.” “What is that one?” Dad asked. I proceeded to tell him about it and he said, “That doesn’t sound so bad, you do great on tests!” I shook my head, “The test portion isn’t, but it’s a six-hour test that you’re not allowed to leave until you complete it or the time runs out.” “Bathroom breaks?” Mom asked. “Not as necessary with a diaper… but if you poop it you’re done.” “And if you fail?” Dad asked. “Then it assigns you to the level of education you should be in…” “Meaning?” Mom asked nervously. “Meaning if it had been the practice test I took earlier today I would have been in big trouble. When I had a messy accident Amanda had me stop to see what the results would be. I would have been sent back to preschool for maturity even though my scores on everything else were almost perfect.” Mom looked at me and I could see tears in her eyes, “Stacy why don’t you just come home? I bet we can still get you into a state school here this year…” I shook my head, “I know this is crazy Mom, but I don’t want to give up!” Both of my parents stared at me worriedly for a moment before Mom said, “Can you get Amanda’s attention?” I nodded and walked over to her and tapped her shoulder. She looked at me and I mimed taking the headphones off. She did so and looked at my parents, “You’re done talking with them?” “They want to talk to you,” I told her as she looked at them. “Something wrong?” She asked hesitantly. I guessed she probably was wondering what I had told them if she had been honestly not listening to our conversation. “I’m a worried mother,” Mom told her, “If Stacy fails this test, will you be able to send her back home?” ‘Huh?’ I wondered for a moment. ‘Wasn’t one of the provisions…?’ I looked at Amanda and she said, “I would try… but if she ends up with that restriction they may not allow me to send her back through. My husband and I are trying to be very careful so we can’t be accused of neglect…” Mom nodded, “Please help him… er… her pass the test. I really do want my baby back home.” She looked at my questioning glance and said, “Figuratively of course. I don’t really want to change diapers again. I think you’re nuts to actually have a desire to do that one… I was so excited to have him finally potty trained the first time!” Amanda laughed, “Changing her diapers is kind of fun actually... Besides she’s a good girl and doesn’t fight me with it like I worried she would.” With that Mom looked at me and said, “Look Stacy you decided to go to this world and be her baby girl, you better behave or she has our permission to punish you…” I felt my face redden, “I’ll be good without that threat Mom.” “I hope so,” Dad said, “You realize you have absolutely no room for error, right? All it takes is one mistake!” He shuddered, “I was so glad to make it home with my body intact from that crazy world… I just can’t believe you’d be okay with all of that… and willingly go back.” I felt like his words were semi-accusing as a timer on the screen warned of three minutes remaining. My parents had seen theirs too and Mom said, “Look Stacy I love you very much.” “Love you too Mom, Dad,” I told them. Tears were in my eyes now. “Amanda, could we do this again in two weeks?” Dad asked. I looked to her and she nodded, “I don’t think that will be a problem.” “Thanks, talk to you then,” Dad said. “I love you Stacy,” Mom and Dad said almost as one. “I love you both too!” I said, and then the connection cut off. Amanda let me sit with my tears for a moment before gathering me up and saying, “Let’s go change that wet diapee and go get din-din.” I leaned against her and enjoyed the calming feeling of her arms around me. Outside Fred waited with the diaper bag over his shoulder and they walked down the corridor to the desk and checked out. “Do you need anything else?” The lady asked us. “We need a reservation for two weeks from now,” Amanda told her. The lady looked suspiciously at her, “Why such regular calls?” “We’re working on getting our little girl some playmates,” Amanda said as I stiffened. The lady giggled, “Now isn’t that a smart way to do it! With everything locked down so much with the free littles I think the last chance for many of us is the dimensional visitors. Unfortunately by the time I see them at this desk they’re already claimed!” Amanda squeezed me slightly, “It does take some work…” she kissed my head and said, “So two weeks from now?” “Yes ma’am, you’re all booked Mr. and Mrs. Westerfield.” “Thanks,” she said before asking, “Where’s your nearest bathroom or changing room? Our princess here needs a change.” “Down the hall to the right is a bathroom, there are also some changing tables outside if you want. It’s not like they need any privacy for their cute little parts anyway…” “Thanks,” Amanda said and they walked down the direction she was given before Fred handed her the bag. “Let’s go inside,” she whispered to me. Even as she did so though I saw two littles being changed on the tables outside. One was kicking and screaming, “I’m not a baby! You can’t do this to me!!!!!!” On the other table a naked woman had her foot improbably in her mouth sucking on her toe as an Amazon woman wiped her disgusting poopy bottom. The sight made me shiver as the door closed them from view. “It’s okay Stacy,” she told me as she gave me a quick hug. “That was just a way to make it seem okay for us to be calling…” There was a convenient hook for diaper bags next to a fold down changing table that she pulled down and made a face at. I looked and saw remains of poop all over the table. “That’s gross,” I said aloud. “Yes it is… I think I’ll just change you in the car…” Given the only other option was in full view of the rest of the airport I nodded. She picked up the bag and we left the room as quickly as we had entered. We walked right past the man who was now in tears and being dressed in a onesie with a large pacifier had been stuffed in his mouth, effectively muting him. I could tell it was one of those locking ones and felt terrible for the poor guy. The little girl was being hoisted on her ‘mommy’s’ hip and waved at me. For my part I waved back… Thankfully Amanda and Fred were able to walk back to the car quickly and Amanda popped the back open. “Daddy can you hold your princess for a moment?” She asked him as she handed to me. “Sure,” he said and gave me a quick squeeze. “I thought you were changing someone’s wet diapee?” He asked. “The changing table in the bathroom was a mess… I wanted to throw up from it – there was no way I was putting my baby on it!” She said assertively. “I could have taken her into the men’s?” He suggested. She paused and I could tell she hadn’t even thought about it. “Why didn’t I think of that? Well I guess I’ll have to remember Daddy isn’t helpless, huh?” She asked as she turned back to me and I could see she’d laid out a soft changing pad on the back cargo area of the SUV. She laid me down on it and proceeded to pull down the diaper cover before I realized I might as well have been getting changed in the airport with as many people were passing our car. Just as she undid the tapes I saw the lady and the little girl from earlier walk by and get a full view of my naked bottom. I blushed and turned my head to the side to try to pretend no one was looking at me. For her part Amanda was thorough, but quick with the diaper change. She used a couple of wipes to quickly clean me, put a new diaper on me, and then sat me up without the diaper cover. “What about my panties?” I asked her embarrassed. “Your diaper cover got a bit wet sweetie,” she put it to the side as she picked me up, “I should have changed you a little earlier.” “Oh,” I said as she held me and I knew my diaper pronounced my status to the entire world with or without the cover. “It’s okay sweetie, you’re just a baby!” She hugged me and whispered, “You look more normal in a diaper than you would ever look in panties. People will just smile at you like this and move on. In panties you would really draw way more attention to yourself.” She put me inside the harness of my car seat and handed me my teddy bear from somewhere. “Here’s your bear Princess.” I hugged Elena tightly and listened as the door stayed open and she talked to Fred. “What about going to Elevated tonight?” “I guess that works. Don’t they have a pretty strict policy though?” “She’ll be fine. It’s some of the best food around either way, meet us there?” I heard Amanda say as she closed my door. When she got in the door I asked, “What’s their strict policy?” “Well… little’s have to eat umm… differently.” “Like?” “Like you probably won’t like the looks of it, but it’ll taste good?” She suggested before pausing and adding, “If you’re a good girl there I’ll let you have another of your special morning babas each day of the week the rest of the week?” My caffeine addiction overrode my common sense, but I did ask, “It’s going to be that bad?” She stiffened from what I could see of her in the mirror, “For you maybe, but for Mommy and Daddy it’s one of our favorite places to eat? You might even be okay with it?” “Two weeks,” I told her. She was at a stop sign and turned to look at me through the mirrors, “Deal.” “Somehow I feel like I didn’t negotiate hard enough…” I muttered. I squeezed Elena tightly and sat as we continued down the road with the green light. It must have been about a fifteen-minute drive before she pulled into a parking space and came to the door to get me. Fred was right there to grab the diaper bag. I had been about to leave Elena in the car when she said, “Bring your bear with you.” “Okay,” I told her. “Did you name her yet?” I looked up at her and squeezed my bear tighter, “Elena,” I told her. “What a pretty name for your bear,” she told me with a squeeze as we walked inside. I looked around the upscale restaurant and noted the name, ‘3lev4t3d’ used leet speak for some reason. ‘Was Elevated already taken? Or does the 343 have some significance?’ I wondered to myself. A man dressed in an expensive suit stood as the Maître’D. “How many tonight?” “Two plus our little girl here,” Fred said. “Please follow me,” he said a moment later after fiddling on a computer screen. We were led to a small table with booth benches on either side. I watched as a waitress appeared from the side and placed a very nice looking wooden high chair next to the table. Amanda placed my feet in the appropriate holes and cinched the waist strap down before placing a bib on me. I was still holding onto Elena then when Amanda gently pulled her from my grasp and sat her next to my diaper bag. “She’s able to behave properly?” The waitress asked nervously while glancing at me. “Yes, she’s not going to be a disturbance to other guests,” Fred said to her. “Very good sir and ma’am,” the lady said and I watched as a basket of bread was placed on the table far out of my reach. Amanda and Fred both munched on pieces in front of me and I couldn’t help but have my stomach grumble and feel this was unfair. Iced teas were brought for them upon their request, but I remained ignored still other than an occasional pet on the head from Amanda. “Have you decided?” A waiter appeared and asked about ten minutes later. “Yes, I’ll have the Veal Parmesan,” Amanda said. “And I’ll have your New York Steak,” Fred said. “How would you like that cooked?” “Medium rare please,” he told him. “And which meal would you like your little girl to share?” “She’ll have the Veal with me,” Amanda said. “Very good ma’am.” I sat there squirming a bit and thought about begging for a piece of bread or something but thought better of it. Something about her warning before… and something else just left a niggling in my brain that made me worry. I looked around and noticed there were only two other babies or littles present. One seemed to be an actual baby though, and the other might have been a little. Both seemed to be getting fed from a bowl next to their mothers. As I continued to look around Amanda presented a bottle to me and said, “Here, let this take a little bit off of that grumbling stomach.” I looked at the bottle and knew instantly it was breast milk and began nursing it. It wasn’t as good as straight from the source, but it was still pretty tasty so I nursed at it without a word. I wondered about the rest of dinner while I sucked at the bottle, something about the restaurant just seemed ‘off.’ About the time I had finished my bottle they turned up with two delicious looking plates for Fred and Amanda. Fred’s steak was one of the tastiest looking meats I had ever seen cooked. It was also the largest piece of steak I’d ever seen on a plate! I believed I had seen prime rib roasts smaller than the steak on his plate was… It came with a baked potato and my mouth watered at the sight of it. I looked at Amanda’s plate and saw a nice looking plate of veal parmesan with a pasta covered in a red meat sauce that would make any Italian restaurant proud. Then I noticed the bowl. Inside the bowl looked to be a red pasty mush with little bits of white sticking out. There was a little bit of a liquid consistency to it, but mostly it looked like something that had been put through a blender… or was on the bottom of the little I had just seen. My stomach turned as I now understood what she meant about the meal. A baby spoon was pulled out of the diaper bag and she asked, “Ready to give your din-din a try?” I made a face and she whispered, “It’s exactly what I have, it’s just been pureed.” My glare seemed to not affect her as she gathered a spoonful up and said, “Open up for the train Princess.” I debated about not doing so, but I remembered that this mush would be worth two weeks of coffee… ‘Was it worth that?’ I thought to myself. Amanda gave me a look that can only be given by a mommy… so I opened my mouth and she smiled at me, “Good girl!” As the mush landed on my tongue I had a flashback to the little bit of the disgusting stuff I’d tried from Elena’s meal back home and nearly gagged, but fortunately this only had the texture in common. The truth was that if you could get past the mushiness of the bite the flavor was fantastic! I didn’t have anything to chew so I just kind of swirled it around my mouth for a moment and swallowed. “Is that good?” She asked me in a singsong voice. I shrugged and nodded, “It’s weird.” I said quietly. Somehow the restaurant felt like a place that didn’t want littles speaking whatsoever. “The chef here is one of the best in our region… He believes littles should be fed well… but just that they can’t be trusted not to choke on their food whole,” she told me as she spooned another mouthful of the mush into my mouth. The texture clashed with the taste so much I just forced myself to pretend I had chewed it to that consistency myself. One bite at a time I was given the goop from the bowl until Amanda said, “What a good baby girl, you ate it all!” I glared at her because I swore the bowl was bigger before. I was still hungry and felt my stomach grumble in complaint. Just as I was about to say something though the waiter came back and asked, “Was the meal to everyone’s satisfaction?” I looked longingly at the eighth of a huge piece of veal that still lay on her plate. “Yes it was thank you.” Amanda said before asking, “This is our first time here with our little, is it alright if I nurse her here?” The man laughed, “Of course it’s okay. It’s the natural order of things, and we wouldn’t expect anything less here!” “Thanks,” Amanda said somewhat red. “Would you care for dessert while you provide dessert for your daughter?” I squirmed in my own embarrassment now. “Please, I’ll have the chocolate dessert you have listed here,” Amanda said. “I’ll take the slice of cheesecake,” Fred said from the other side. “Right away! Would you like me to box the rest of that for you?” He asked Amanda looking at the same leftovers I wanted. “Or I can puree it and put it in a jar for your daughter to have for another meal? “Just box it please,” she said, “it’d make a nice snack later after I put her to bed.” The man took the plate with him back to the back. As soon as he had the plate clear Amanda unsnapped the buckle at my waist and picked me up. “I know you’re still hungry sweetie, nurse from me and I’ll let you have the rest of the leftovers at home later.” I looked up at her and said, “Thanks.” She presented me with the fleshy orb and my mind went to a halt while my mouth did all the thinking I was capable of at that moment. My hunger at least seemed to take a back seat after her first breast had given all it had. I was zoned out from the milk as she burped me and placed me at her other breast. As I nursed she must have received her dessert because other than an occasional pet of my hair or pat to my back her right arm seemed to be on the table. “You have one of the best behaved littles I have ever seen come in here,” a deep mans voice different from the waiter sounded in my ear. “She is a good girl,” Amanda agreed. “How did she like her meal?” “I think she liked the taste of it… but honestly I don’t normally puree her meals or feed her baby food - so I think the texture was a battle for her.” “She normally eats solids? Are you sure that’s wise?” I kept nursing at her breast trying to contain my embarrassment. I felt Amanda nod, “We know she needs some care, but we see no reason to rub it in her face by pretending she isn’t a little bit of an adult. Normally I wouldn’t bring her here and subject her to that, but I knew that you would be pureeing the same thing I was eating… I knew it wouldn’t be the disgusting jarred food at least.” “You have some interesting views Madame,” the voice said. “But I can’t deny you have a beautiful and well behaved little there. Next time you are here let them know I said she could have the preschool version of the meal.” “Umm… thanks,” Amanda said. “Anytime, I hope to see you dine with us again.” Her breast ran out just then and I kept nursing for a moment. She broke my suction and placed me to her shoulder, saying, “He’s gone Princess.” I let out a burp then as she burped me and she added. “You seem to have made an impression somehow though…” She placed a pacifier in my mouth and then settled me back into the crook for her arm as she reached for another bite of her dessert. “That’s all I can eat I think Fred, you ready to go?” “Sure sweetheart, see you at home?” Amanda stood up and moved me to a position against her shoulder where I could just see behind her. A new little and his family had been seated and had just received their food. “Matty you need to eat your din-din,” the woman said to him. “No I’m not eating that disgusting ass…” I just spotted the little being ripped from the highchair, and his diaper was removed to bare his naked butt to the entire world. I heard the first smacks of a painful spanking as we cleared the dining area. ‘This place is crazy…’ Back at the car I was feeling sleepy from the breast milk as Amanda checked my diaper. “Hmm… better change you now…” she said before repeating the process of opening my diaper up in a parking lot along a crowded street. It caused my face to turn red knowing that any stranger who passed by was getting a free view of my new parts that I had barely seen. She didn’t waste time changing me into one of my thicker diapers. “There, all dry!” She told me and I just kept nursing the pacifier as she lay me in the carrier, moved my arms into the harness, and decided to take a nap on the way home. BACK HOME I woke as Amanda had just pulled into the garage. I stretched in the seat as much as I could and waited for her to come get me. “Oh so you are awake?” She asked as she opened the door. I nodded, “I don’t seem to be falling in quite as deep of a sleep from your milk every time now.” “You hungry now?” She asked me. I shook my head, “I do want to try that meal in a non-pureed form, but I’m pretty full right now.” “Just let me know later if you get hungry and we’ll heat that up for you,” she said as she carried me into the kitchen and then set me down on the ground. “Thanks,” I told her looking up at her face seemingly way above me. “So…” “So what?” I asked. “Want to see if Mommy made the right adapter for the TV to play your video games?” She asked just as Fred came in. He laughed, “I really am going to have to watch you two, you’re going to feed off of each other!” “You’re just jealous!” Amanda said. “Of what?” “She likes video games and not boring things like watching football…” “What?” I asked. “I like watching football too…” She looked at me and stuck her tongue out at me, “Traitor,” she muttered and suddenly picked me up. She tickled me mercilessly for a moment before letting up. “So video games?” I nodded, “Okay.” She sat me down on the couch and went upstairs to her work area before returning with the two consoles in the bags I had brought them in. “Which one should we try first?” She asked me. “What kind of games do you like?” “Shooters?” She asked hesitantly. “So you’re okay with me playing them?” I asked hopefully. “I won’t tell your Granny if you won’t?” She suggested with a smile. I laughed, “Okay, get it hooked up and I’ll get the game going.” I was kind of trapped on the couch with the floor looking a long ways down. ‘Real babies manage to climb and jump just fine!’ I reminded myself at the drop and crawled to the edge and took a leap down. It was almost scary how long I felt like I was in the air on the way down but I landed safely with an ‘oof.’ “Stacy!” Amanda looked at me, “Are you okay?” She asked worriedly. “I’m fine, real babies get around just fine when they’re this size,” I told her. “Not really, when they’re your size they can usually barely sit up…” “Are we going to play or not?” I asked her as I dug through the consoles bag I brought and found the case of games I brought with me. She shook her head, “I must be crazy…” It was then that I noticed we might have a problem though as the controllers seemed just a smidge larger than back home for my hands, but positively tiny for hers. “Umm… we might have a problem,” I said as I held up the controller. “Nope!” She said as she held up her own controller that looked identical but sized for her hands. “I made one for myself so no excuses for your butt getting whupped on the game.” I looked at her like she had grown another head… “Are…?” I started to ask but shook my head and said, “Okay, put this in the disc tray and we should be good to go.” I looked at the patch of wires and the adapter she had assembled and it looked like something that could have been purchased at the store. The same was true of her controller as she sat next to me and mine and hers connected to the console wirelessly. “How did you make those?” “I have a printer upstairs that can make just about anything if I give it the plans to do so. From the plastic all the way down to circuits,” she told me. “Cool!” I said. She gave me a sideways squeeze and kissed my head, “So what’s this game?” In the end I had settled on the latest Call of Duty game that had come out just before I had packed. I hadn’t played much, but it was similar enough to all of the past titles that the little I had played I felt confident I could beat the newbie. We settled on a team match at first and I was more than slightly surprised how confidently she played. In the end I won over her in points, but not by as much as I should have. “Okay you two, Daddy thinks it’s time for Stacy to have her bath and Mommy needs to go night-night.” I heard as we had finished another round. “Huh?” Amanda asked at the same time as me. “Oh boy… you two are going to have to have some limits set, you’re both way too alike,” he muttered. I looked at the clock and said, “Oh, we’ve been playing that long?” Amanda stiffened, “Oops… Sorry honey,” she told him with a smile as she held her hand out for my controller and placed both of ours on top of the TV before powering down the PlayStation. She gathered me up and said, “Good thing you have a thick diapee on! I guess I probably need to go myself before I need those!” She giggled as she tickled my feet and carried me upstairs to the bathroom. Amanda set me down on the floor and pulled the skirt of her dress up and then removed it all the way leaving only her underwear on. I watched morbidly as she pulled her panties down and sat down on the toilet and felt jealousy over being able to do so. She didn’t take long to begin sending urine into the toilet bowl and I had to wonder if she wasn’t joking about nearly having an accident of her own! “Ahhh,” she said contentedly. I watched her wipe, flush, then wash her hands before she turned her attention to the bath tub. She turned the nobs and added some bubble bath before turning to me and saying, “Turn around for Mommy.” I did as she asked and she undid the buttons that held the back of my dress closed and untied the ribbon at the back as well. I felt her fiddle with my hair for a moment before she used her fingers to get the braids completely loose. While I was still standing she reached and undid the tapes of my diaper leaving me now naked. With a quick grab under my arms she sat me in the tub that was already filling. I noticed that it was fuller than it had been the last time. I watched as Amanda undid her bra and froze as she climbed in the tub with me. She sat down with her back to the wall of the tub and I found myself picked up and sat down on her legs that stretched out now. “Mommy wants to take a bath with you,” she told me with a smile and a touch of my nose. I was kind of dumbfounded at this point, and couldn’t help but have my eyes drawn to look at her body. A couple days before I was pretty sure that I would have been aroused at this sight, but now I just looked at an adult body and wished I wasn’t as small as I was. She really was pretty I decided. Before I could really see anything through the bubbles though she began washing me from top to bottom. Especially my bottom found itself getting plenty of attention, as she seemed determined to have a clean baby… She washed my hair gently and I sat with my hair dripping as she began soaping up her own body and washing herself. I contented myself with playing with some bath crayons on the side of the tub when she began to go lower on her body. It didn’t mean as much when I had the same parts… When she was done she hugged me to her body and said, “I’m so glad you came here…” “Thanks… I think,” I told her with a smile. She laughed and squeezed me before turning me in her arms to present me with her breast. “Three times a day, huh?” I asked. “Please?” she asked. I sighed, “I’m going to get fat…” With that though I turned my head and latched on to nurse. A few moments later I felt my bladder lose control and knew I had to have just peed on her. As if to confirm that I heard Fred’s laugh. I squirmed a bit but she held me there saying, “It’s just a little pee, Mommy doesn’t mind,” she said. I shrugged and kept nursing hoping that a little pee wouldn’t become something else… at least for her sake. As I finished I was in that drunken state as she washed herself and me off one more time and carried me down the hallway to the nursery. I was barely aware of my surroundings as I was diapered and placed in another nightgown. Sometime between the change and the crib I found myself asleep. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ This chapter concludes what I consider to be Act I of the book. Hope you enjoyed this one. Thank you to everyone who has commented/or liked the story posts. I appreciate the feedback!

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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1. 15th July 1993 Rebekah touched the packet of Pampers and felt like a dirty girl. Her first night babysitting for the Field’s and Karen had left her standing in the nursery as Beth, the toddler, had started crying downstairs. Rebekah pulled her eyes away from the nappies and caught her breath, the pink changing table. Her hips bumped the end of the vinyl mat as she leaned in to touch. She felt safe the minute her fingers brushed it. Safe and aroused. “Becky! We’re about ready to go... Can you bring Beth's blanket down pleaseâ€.She heard them saying their goodbyes to the baby as she entered the living room “she'll be asleep soon, you can leave her in here or...†Rebekah's mind was back in the nursery, the thought of the nappies had made her go her tingly down there. The slamming of the front door brought her back into the living room, realised she better get to actual babysitting. Beth had woken up as soon as her parents left so they played for a bit, taking the babysitters mind off her desire to return upstairs. She needn't have worried as her nostril filled with the scent of poo. “Has someone filled their nappy?" she asked as she carried her charge to the nursery. 2. She'd got Beth cleaned up and into her crib. Rebekah watched her drift off before cleaning the changing table. She taped up the used nappy, enjoying the feel of the plastic and noting how warm it still was. She remembered the time she'd found a wet disposable in the swimming pool changing rooms. She'd taken it into one of the cubicles when no one was looking and had tried to put it on, although it had been too small. Her breath was getting shorter as she placed the dirty nappy in the bin. Looking around the nursery, smelling the scents of baby powder and wipes she took off her trainers and felt the soft carpet between her toes. She felt herself fill with a dizzy excitement, a familiar dampness between her legs evidencing her mood. She began to explore the nursery, opened the nursery closet and drinking in the sight of 4 large packets of pink Pampers nappies. She came, creaming her knickers there and then in the nursery, a little sigh escaping her lips. She wanted more and was pulling her cut off jeans down as she dragged the sealed bags out and laid the closest one flat on the carpet before she straddled it. She lowered her crotch down and slowly start to hump the packet of disposables, the cotton of her moist panties sliding easily across the pack. She squeezed her thighs making the plastic squeak and push up into her privates. She closed her eyes as she felt the shame and ridiculousness of what she was doing wash over her. Then her little twat erupted with pleasure, little moans escaping her lips at the sensation. Getting up clumsily, still panting, she looked down to see a smear of cunt juice across the Pampers. 3. She slowly got herself to her feet, and stacked the nappies back in the cupboard. She felt a fresh sense of embarrassment at what she had been doing. What if she had been caught? Closet closed she padded back to the changing station, slipping off her damp panties and feeling the air against her pussy. She took in the sight of the baby powder, the wipes and the already opened packet of nappies. She'd already made her mind up about putting one on, her stomach doing a little somersault at the thought. She pulled the open bag of Pampers closer and was soon fingering an exposed nappy, her other hand clenching the changing mat as she pulled the disposable free. She slowly opened the nappy up, sniffing the baby scent as she buried her face in the soft fabric. It smelled like her childhood. Her heart pounded as she slipped the nappy between her legs and, testing the tapes, realising that it would fit her. She turned and sat her naked bottom down on the cold vinyl of the changing mat and leaned back, putting her legs in the air and feeling like a big baby. This is what Beth must feel like as she slipped the nappy under her backside. She brought the plastic up between her legs and felt close to ecstasy as her crotch was wrapped in the soft fabric, as the elasticated flares locked around her thighs. The throb in belly told her she was being very naughty. The 18 year old pulled herself up from the pink mat and waddled over to the nursery mirror... She was wearing a babies nappy. She felt a flush as she picked up one of Beth's dummies from the side and slowly popped it into her mouth. She ran her hands over her large chest, her erect nipples poking through her white vest. She gave some soft sucks on the pacifier, noticing that her hand had been gentle working the front of her nappy. She slipped it around to her bum, pushing the disposable between her cheeks, feeling the cotton fabric against her little bumhole. Again a wave of silliness overcame her, she was wearing a nappy for babies, stood in a nursery and was meant to be babysitting. She also realised she needed the toilet bad. She crouched down and, holding the bars of the cot, she let a stream of her hot wee trickle into the pampers. She could feel the nappy heating up and swell on her thighs, she opened her eyes and saw drips of her piss stain the cotton white nursery carpet. Shame filled her as the nappy swelled. Closing her eyes she slowly got down on the carpet and began to crawl on all fours, wee wee running out of the sodden nappy as she moved about. She made her way over to the little plastic ball pit, one hand fixed on the wet nappy, and began playing while she let out soft coos. Rebekah was lost into a world of her own until a sound of slamming door snapped her back to reality. The front door. They were back. And panic. Beth let out a cry. The teen girl jumped up, feeling the warm piss-wet through nappy sagging and straining around her waist. At the crib she tried to sooth the crying baby, as her other hand went to start taking off the nappy. Foot steps on the stairs, she couldn't be found like this. As she leaned further into the crib, she felt liquid running down her thighs, remembered the wet patches on the carpet earlier. How would she explain? what would they say? As she picked up Beth she realised the baby had wet her disposable too, compounding her embarrassment, and with that she heard the nursery door go, felt a sharp ping around her waist and heard the dull splat as her soiled nappy hit the floor. â€Rebekah...?†Karen and Will stood staring at their babysitter standing half naked with an exposed, wet bottom in front of the cot. The young girl burned with hot shame. â€Rebekah†Karen gentle took Beth into her arms â€those nappies are for the baby. Daddy? I think we are going to need the big girl pampers...†4. Rebekah watched the evening take hold of the nursery, the shadows growing long across the pink and white decor. Mrs Field, Karen,had left the babysitter perched on the changing station, reassuring her that she'd be right back before leaving the nursery with her husband. Becky was wrapped in a pink an yellow blankie, which the woman had taken from the nursery rocking chair, watching Beth sleep in her crib. The toddler had fallen back to sleep after her mother had tended to her, quickly changing her soiled nappy. She'd asked Rebekah to help her, handing her the pee filled Pamper to seal up and bin. Despite the situation Becky had felt a deep longing to be in Beth's position, having Mrs Field look after her. "That's better" Rebekah was snapped from her reverie by Mrs Field return, noting that the mother had changed into a small black nighty that barely covered her thighs. The older woman padded across the nursery, stopping to switch the night light on that bathed the baby's room in a gentle yellow glow. Karen faced the young girl as she put her arms on her covered shoulders "And don't you worry about anything" Mrs Field offered the teen a sincere smile as she rubbed her shoulders gently. "Mrs Field I, I, I'm so sor-" Rebekah was cut off by the older woman quietly ssshh-ing her "it's ok, I know you how you must feel". She offered the young girl an understanding look, Rebekah felt her eyes grow moist at the warmth shown. "Oh honey, don't cry, we'll look after you tonight. I won't have you going home in this state" Mrs Field pulled the babysitter into her arms, Becky felt herself relaxing in the embrace, felt the older woman softly rocking her "it's ok sweetie". Rebekah sat back feeling a bit better as her employer wiped the remaining tears from the young girls face "I think I know what'll help". A baby bottle appeared in front of Becky's mouth, Beth's bottle to be exact, still half full from when she had put the toddler to bed. She looked into Karens eyes who indicated with her eyebrows to drink from the bottle in her hands. Becky watched the teat inch closer, it seemed to invite her to clamp down. She relented, wrapping her pert lips around the rubber nub, sucking hard. As Rebekah drank she felt the shame of being caught by the Field's ebb away. "There you go" Mrs Field stroked the young girls hair as she sucked on the baby bottle. Her body followed her mind and relaxed completely, eyes drifting shut. A dribble of milk ran from her mouth, Rebekah felt her chin being wiped softly by her new carer. She heard Mrs Field say something but the words felt like they were a million miles away, the sensation of being bottle fed taking her back to a babyhood she could barely remember. She made herself focus and the words became clear "Rebekah? Darling? I think it's we got new nappy on you" 5. "let's get you cleaned up first" The young mother cooed at Rebekah, who sat back on the changing station. The plastic mat was cold on her naked behind making her fidget. The young babysitter was back again amongst the baby powder and nappies. A small stab of shame ran through her although this was slowly overtaken by the security of the care being shown by Mrs Field. Rebekah felt the baby blanket open, watched the woman's eyes run over her naked nubile body. “You're very pretty Becky†the experienced hands of her ward ran gently over breasts, backs of fingers brushing her erect pink nipples. The hands stopped at her ankles and Rebekah felt them push back, saw her legs appear above her. Kathy's arm moved across the babysitters field of vision, before a packet of baby wipes appeared, clutched above her naked body. “Let's wipe your bum bum†the young mothers head bob down between Rebekah's thighs, making her gasp when she felt warm breath on her privates and then sniffing “you've made quite a mess young ladyâ€. The next sensation was the cool touch of a baby wipe on her still wet pussy, juices running freely again. “Oh Rebekah, we'll never get you cleaned up at this rate" the young babysitter blushed as she watched Karens head go down again. Rebekah let out a gasp and a squirt of cunt juice at the touch of a tongue lapping at her tight pissy pussy. Rebekah softly panted, drinking in the sight of the nursery as she was licked clean on the baby changing table. She stared at the cute Disney prints on the wall, embarrassed by Mickey and Pluto's gaze on the scene below. She pushed back, head slipping off the mat as she felt the soft penetration of fingers down there. Her breath came faster now, both hands grasping the changing mat, she opened her eyes and was inches away from the opened packet of Pampers, she pulled the plastic bag towards her rubbing her face into it as an orgasm rocked up from her twat. "Messy baby†she heard the mother gently chide as she rose from Rebekah's thighs, baby wipe dabbing at her mouth. The babysitter lay still for a moment, her body alive. “let's get that nappy on†Karen said. 6. Rebekah was taped and secure in a disposable as she was helped off by Mrs Field. “You look very cute Rebekah,I used to be able to fit in them before Beth came along" the babysitter felt a pat on her nappied bum which lingered and squeezed. “Want to play for a bit while I get sorted?". Rebekah was about to nod when a cry came from the crib. “shall I?...†Rebekah began to waddle towards the cot when Karens hand blocked her way “I think she needs feeding sweetieâ€. Rebekah saw a glint in the older woman's eyes “but I imagine you're quite hungry, aren't you Becky?â€. Rebekah watched the older woman back slowly away from her, slide a hand up the black negligé, up to her chest before slowly un-cupping one of her swollen breasts. Rebekah felt moist between the legs, the tight nappy hungrily ate up the juice and swelled back against her clit. She began to waddle forward as the young mother sat back into the nursery rocking chair. “Crawl, baby Becky†the young mother sighed as Rebekah went down on all fours, her nappied bum rocking as she crawled over the soft nursery carpet. Rebekah heard Beth's cry become more incessant at the sight of her mums breast, “it's all mine kid" she thought as she wrapped her mouth around the already expressing nipple. Warm milk exploded on her tongue, her hands moved instinctively to her own tits, nipples. The babysitter squeezed her legs together feeling the bulk of the plastic nappy against her sopping pussy. The older woman moaned as Rebekah sucked more eagerly, milk dribbling out of her mouth, staining the nightie. Rebekah felt a slight urge to wee, she pushed, wanting to fill a nappy again. She I unclamped her mouth from the lactating nipple “Mrs Field?†Warm milk running down Rebekah's chin over her body “call me mummy, Beckyâ€. She watched her new mummy's eyes roll back as she said it. “Mummy? I need a wee wee†Rebekah felt herself pushed back from the exposed nipple “I think we've had a few too many wet nappies today Becky, let's try getting you potty trained" the young girl felt a hot stab of humiliation as she watched mummy tuck her breast in, noting that it was still coated in her saliva. 7. Karen had placed the changing mat underneath a pink potty, Rebekah finding the 'Care Bears' design cute as she straddled and lowered herself, with mummy's guidance, on to the baby toilet. She felt the nappy tightened against her arse, a sudden tug on her left thigh as the older woman pulled the tab lose, letting the used garment fall around her ankle. Just as Rebekah was being primed to piss at her new mummy's command she heard Mr Field's voice from the nursery doorway "how are you two getting on?". Rebekah felt a tinge of embarrassment at the sight of a man watching her acting like a big baby. She made out a large piece of folded plastic, realisation dawning that it was a giant nappy, bigger than she thought possible, the "big girl pampers" she thought. He waved the nappy in her direction, catching and returning her mischievous grin. She suddenly felt a hand on her toned stomach "sit on your potty darling†The older woman watched her make contact and relax. Rebekah was watching Mr Field who had shifted his free hand towards his chino'd crotch, a large bulge growing at his touch. Rebekah hadn't “lost†it yet but she'd fooled around with few of schoolmates, girls and boys. “Do you need a hand?†Mike asked his wife, rubbing the massive tent he was supporting. “Becky said she needed the toilet, before we get started†a smile flashed across her face “will you come and pick this up†she indicted for Rebekah to lift her leg before picking up the used nappy and handing it to Mike. Rebekah watched Mike lean over, take her damp nappy as he deposited the larger disposable on the side. “now sweetie lets make a big wee for mummy and for daddy†nodding at her husband who’s eyes were fixed on the young girls crotch. Rebekah nodded, paci clamped between her teeth as she let go. She felt liquid splash back onto her swollen cunt lips and looked up at the Field's, both smiling at her making toilet in their toddlers potty. Rebekah felt Mrs Field holding her steady, her arms around her shoulders. She felt Karens other hand on her crotch, stroke her little brown thatch of pubic hair before massaging her clit. Rebekah was enjoying the sensation, the exhibitionism of pissing into a babies potty in front of grown ups. Karen nodded “good girl, isn’t she a good girl daddy?". Rebekah looked at Dada for approval and saw his giant red rocket poking out of his fly, his hand working it faster. “She is a good girl†she saw him want her body with his eyes, the tinkling sound of her wee hitting the potty filling the white and pink nursery “a very good baby, no need for for dirty nappies anymoreâ€. She watched him put the cum stained disposable frist to his nose, sniffing the sweet sour smell, and then wrap it around his purple shaft as he start to fuck it, the little teddy bears clutching balloons facing outwards. Rebekah let out a little squeal at the sight of Daddy's transgression triggering her biggest orgasm yet, an explosion of piss and cum hit the rapidly filling potty causing a splash back of wee all over her legs and onto mummy kneeling next to her. She babbled at the intense feeling, nearly falling off the potty but mummy steadied her. “Good baby, you’re such a good girl†Karen hugged the naked, potty bound babysitter “and for being such a good girl Daddy has a present for you†Rebekah eagerly leaned forward, the plastic front of the potty pushing into her clit as she faced Dadas bright red firehose. She watched him slide his pee pee faster and faster in the dirty nappy, she reached out and took hold of the cock/pampers combo, felt the plastic and started to work him. Rebekah closed her eyes in ecstasy, a small smile across her lips as she suddenly felt a hot blast of sticky liquid covered face across her mouth and dummy. Her pussy responded in kind as she let out a deep moan and felt herself shaking on the potty. Rebekah opened her eyes and put her head against mummy's chest as daddy gently wiped her face with the dirty fucked Pampers, clearing her of his cum. "I think it's time for beddy byes" her new Daddy said leading his wife and teen baby into their bedroom.

Lucky for sure. But.... it's not harassing you if you are actually breaking the same law constantly.

Chapter 15 I never expected to be glad for the diaper, but I very quickly proved myself wrong, as I was deposited into a hard plastic chair outside the principal's office while the teacher went inside without me, leaving me to squirm on my padded bottom and fret. I really wasn't sure what to expect, except that I knew I had to somehow convince the principal not to tell the nanny. I was bound to already be in trouble for wetting myself... Anything more than that would only ensure that my bottom got freshly warmed when I got home from school. I was sure this worrying was part of why I'd been left behind, though I imagine I was supposed to be thinking about what I'd done. It was sort of like being put in the corner the night before, only a slightly more mature version. I very strongly considered just making a break for it, but the secretaries seemed to be watching me quite closely - enough so that I kept unconsciously tugging at the hem of my dress, sure it was showing off what I was wearing beneath it - and I had no doubt one of them could catch me if they needed to, especially padded as I was. Finally, the door re-opened and the teacher stepped out, led by another man, this one a little older, but still fairly handsome. As the teacher left, he fixed his gaze on me, then beckoned me inside. Anxiously, I got to my feet and did as I'd been bid, finding another uncomfortable chair awaiting me inside, although this one was made of wood. "Well," the principal said, sitting in his own chair, "Miss Holly Prescott. Would you care to tell me your side of the story?" I'd have loved to tell him the whole story, starting with my real name, but I can't say that I felt very much like Laura with the diaper hugging my body and the slick coating of lotion and cream rubbing itself into my bald privates with every squirm. So, instead, I decided to stick to the story, like in Molly's original plan. "I'm just visiting my big sister," I told him, making my eyes wide. "I got lost, and..." I swallowed as, too late, I began to recognize the problem with that plan. If he knew my name, he was sure to know Molly's as well, and he would surely know we weren't related. I swallowed a groan at myself, hardly able to believe I was stupid enough not to think about that before. I doubt pointing that out to Molly would have changed her mind about making me do it, but at least she would have known I wasn't completely gullible. "Well, not visiting my big sister," I corrected. "Just visiting to, you know... See the school..." Why couldn't I think straight? There had to be some way to talk my way out of this! Maybe it would be better not to concentrate on why I was there, but why I was in the classroom. "I just walked in, that's all... If the door was supposed to be locked, it wasn't. Maybe the teacher just forgot to do it when he left." He looked at me for no more than a second before asking, "Would you like to try again? The truth this time, please, Miss Prescott." I started to wiggle again, unsure what to do. Obviously, I couldn't get away without saying anything, like I had with the teacher. I had to tell him something, and I'd already had the real story rejected as absurd by one person... I didn't think I could take someone else laughing at me again so soon. But should I tell him any of the truth? Tattling was never a good thing, but how long was I going to be here? The nanny had mentioned I could be taken even further back than freshman year of high school... Which might actually be preferable if Molly were to find out I'd snitched on her. Had that just been a bluff, though? "I thought it was where my next class was," I offered lamely. "This is just a misunderstanding..." "You have one more chance," he told me, reaching into his desk drawer and pulling out a large, wooden paddle, one with holes drilled through it. He set it on top of his desk, giving me a pointed look over it. "You can't!" I pouted, sliding back in the chair away from it. "You're not allowed to do that!" His expression stayed stern, unimpressed. I was sure he wouldn't actually go through with it, but that didn't keep my bottom from starting to throb dully from the spanking I'd gotten the night before. "I didn't have any choice!" I whimpered. "There were these girls, and they made me go in and steal a test!" "They made you?" he raised an eyebrow at me. I nodded. "You're going to write their names down," he told me, handing me a piece of paper, on which I scrawled every one of their names I could remember. "Now you're going to walk this outside, give it to Mr. Barrett, apologize, then come back here. You understand?" I nodded and hopped down from chair, toddling to his office door with my palms starting to sweat. What was he going to do when I got back? I knew it was probably just going to be a lecture, but the sight of that paddle still made me nervous enough that my voice was shaking when I opened the door and said, "Mr. Barrett?" The teacher stood up from the chair I'd been sitting in a few blissful moments earlier, walking over to me. "I'm very sorry," I told him, handing them the piece of paper. "These... umm... These are the girls who made me break into your classroom..." "I see," he said, staring down at me, making me feel about two inches tall. I glanced down at my shuffling feet, unsure of what to do next until he asked, "Shouldn't you be getting back in there?" I nodded reluctantly, mumbled another apology and turned around, getting only a step in before the principal told me, "Close the door, Miss Prescott." I did as I was told, then slowly walked back to the chair. "I know you don't think I'm going to spank you," he said. "And normally, you'd be right. Usually, in this situation, I would have to put some serious thought into whether to punish you or not. But there's something you don't know, Miss Prescott." He paused, leaning in a little closer to me, his voice quieting to a conspiratorial whisper. "I know who you are." At first I thought he really did, and I frantically began to search through my memory, trying to remember if I'd seen him at the mall for some reason, or run into him in town. Was this what I needed to get out of this mess once and for all? I was, of course, happy about that possibility, but I really wished it would have happened before I ended up in a diaper in front of this person who apparently knew me. Then I realized he didn't mean 'me' after all. "Now, I won't deny that you may have been bullied by those girls," he said, "but you are supposed to be an adult now, aren't you? Surely you should be able to stand up to a bunch of girls four years younger than you. So, frankly, whether that is what happened, or whether this was your idea from the start, and you had to steal the answers to a test four grade levels below your real age and blame it on them, I think you've proven your immaturity, don't you?" "Umm.... I-I guess..." I stammered, unable to think of anything to do but agree. "And while I am not allowed to spank our students - and wouldn't want to if I could - you are not a student of mine. You are a favor, young lady, one that I'm doing for a colleague of mine, who you can be sure is going to hear all about this as soon as we're done. I have a feeling she won't be happy with all these calls she's getting about you today, but that isn't my problem." My heart began to beat faster as I listened. He was right - the nanny was not going to be pleased when I got home... And there was nothing stopping him from warming my bottom quite thoroughly with that paddle on his desk. "Please don't do this," I begged. "I'll tell you what. If you can give me one reason - one good reason - not to, I'll let you leave right now and go back to class." He settled back in his chair, watching me intently. "Just one, Miss Prescott." "Because I didn't do anything wrong!" I insisted. "They made me do it, I swear!" "Then you truly deserve just what your caretaker is putting you through, don't you? An adult that is so easily intimidated by a bunch of children is little better than a child herself." "O-Okay," I agreed quickly. "But that doesn't mean I deserve a spanking, does it?" The wheels on his chair squeaked as he rolled back from his desk, patting his lap. "You are supposed to be learning how to be a mature adult, how to take responsibility for your actions. And you clearly cannot do that on your own, or you wouldn't be here right now. You need help, and right now, this is the form that help is taking, whether you can understand it now or not. Now, you can come over here on your own, or I can drag you over my knee, kicking and screaming. But I promise you, if that is what happens, that diaper of yours is coming down... And you're going to want that cushioning in a minute." I knew he was right - with my still red bottom beneath my diaper, I didn't want another spanking without some sort of protection, certainly not one with a paddle. I felt numb as I got to my feet, hardly able to perceive the idea of what was about to happen, again. I shuffled blankly around the desk, letting him guide me onto his lap, feeling a light breeze as he lifted my skirt, exposing my diaper. From the corner of my eye, I saw him reach across my body to the desk, bringing the paddle back with him. I closed my eyes, feeling a tear squeeze its way through my tightly clamped eyelids as I braced myself. For what seemed like a long time, there was nothing, and then, like a bomber suddenly appearing in a clear sky, I heard a soft whistling sound. My whole bottom exploded into fire, even through my diaper, as I let out a loud yelp. I could have sworn the paddle had somehow hit every handprint left imprinted on my ass from the night before, re-igniting the pain they'd brought me mere hours before. As I continued to gasp for breath, I heard another whap as the paddle made contact again. I whimpered and squirmed through the next few, then, finally, realizing there was no escape before he decided I'd had enough, went limp, sobbing, waiting for it to end. There was only one more after that, much softer than the others, a final seal on the deal. He rubbed my back as I cried, then set me on the floor and straightened my skirt. "I won't be seeing you in here again, will I, Miss Prescott?" "N-No, sir," I squeaked. "Good girl," he said with a small smile. "Now, get a hall pass from the secretaries and go to class." I was more than happy to do as I was told, scrambling out of the office and grasping the piece of paper I was handed as I rushed out into the halls, before realizing that I didn't have my schedule, so I had no idea where I was supposed to be going. I stopped, biting my bottom lip as I looked up and down the hallway, wondering what I was supposed to do now, without Molly leading me around. As if to answer, Molly turned a corner, joined by her entourage. I wondered how she'd known where to find me, until I remembered that paper I'd written their names on. My relieved smile vanished instantly, my hands - having instinctively gone to the hem of my dress to tug it downward - turning into fists there. Before I could try to run away, they were surrounding me. "There you are, little Holly," Molly said, putting an arm around my shoulder. "I don't suppose you know why we're going to the principal's office, now do you?" "N-No," I shook my head nervously. She smiled. "I didn't think so. Now, why don't I get you to your next class before I go see what is going on with that. I'm sure the principal can wait a few minutes." "You can just give me directions," I offered helpfully. "I've seen you try to follow directions." She exchanged glances with the girl I thought was Lacey, then peeled off from the group. "I'll be with you in a minute, girls," she called as she led me away, through the school, to a side door that, I was sure, didn't lead to any classroom. "Where are we going?" I squeaked. "I'm going to the principal's office, thanks to someone," she told me, continuing to guide me down the front steps of the school, across the sidewalk. "And you... Well, you're going where you really belong." Her arm tightened around me as I started to squirm. "Luckily, it was nap time, so Lacey's sister was able to get away to come pick you up. Oh, don't worry... I'm sure some of the kids there are still in diapers, too." She chuckled as she saw the look on my face, one hand shooting down to my skirt and hiking it up. "Oh, my God! You really are in them! I thought that was what the nurse said, but I didn't believe it... That is just too precious..." She dropped my skirt, then reached for her cell phone. "Why don't you show it off so everyone else you screwed over can see what a cute little baby you really are?" "No!" I shook my head, trying to thrash my way free from her. "Let me go!" My heart sank as I heard a car pull up behind us, and even further when I turned my head to see a girl in her early twenties, if that, step out. She took me from Molly with no question, holding my arms firmly as Molly lifted my skirt, tucking it into the high waistband of the diaper so she could take a picture of it with her phone. "Nobody," Molly told me, "rats me out." Then, with that, I was wrestled into Lacey's sister's car, diaper still fully exposed, helpless to do anything but watch as the school, the one the nanny had put me in and expected to find me at later that afternoon, vanished in the rear view mirror.

There is nothing wrong with wearing diapers for any reason. If YOU are that uncomfortable with it, then I wish you well in becoming who you think you are supposed to be. But don't try and put your hang-ups on the rest of us who are perfectly fine with who we are.

People who condemn 24/7 wearers and tell them "wanting to be IC is wrong" really drive me up the wall. What about transgender people or folks into body modification? Do you think they are fucked up too? Heaven forbid, some of them want their natural sex organs removed! They want to do something far more permanent than lose bladder or bowel control... yet, for the most part, they are accepted and supported. Reversion to incontinence is not a sudden "Oops, it's gone." The loss of control is progressive, slow, and reversible. It can be stopped at any point should the person decide that they've had enough. So get off your damn high horse and quit judging people for doing what their body feels is right. It isn't hurting you or anyone else in the public.

*giggles* isn't the point of a bulletin board system to "socialize" in the internet sense of the word. I mean when you join a book club, yes its to talk about books, but its also to socialize. When you take a cooking course or dance class, yes its to learn to cook or dance, but also to meet people and socialize. when you join a community anyway, it is to engage in that common interest which created the community, and you can only engage in that interest, and become a part of that community by socializing.

I was wondering if in regards to the rating system, after you click + or - there could be a confirmation box that asks if you are sure you want to rate the post positive or negative. There have been a few times where i incidentally clicked a negative instead of a positive and there was no way to reverse my vote.

sorry, but last time I checked this was not the political forum. There is no need for such anger and animosity. A simple "no" would have been just fine. Take the anger somewhere else.

Well why don't you just get him in private and ask him what's on his mind before assuming it's diapers and possibly scarring him.

The word you're looking for is "scrip" there chief. Maybe you should lay off the oxycotin, vicodin or whatever dangerously legal drug that's your vice of choice. Plenty of legal highs are much worse for your body than the ganja, but since you live in the ass end of BC I'm willing to wager your drug of choice is booze or huffing gasoline. Pot is orders of magnitude less harmless than alcohol and tons of other prescription drugs no matter what uneducated shitheads like yourself may think. I never heard the word "snowing" used as a verb to equate fooling someone into doing something for you before. Must be something particularly relevant to someone who spends an inordinate amount of their lifetime digging themselves out of that stuff. Enjoy your 10 month long winter asshat, I'll be toking up a phat ass spliff wearing shorts and a t-shirt while you shovel the walk for the 50th time this season.

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