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Chapter 147: Perils AS BETH WALKED to her Calculus final, she wished she'd been able to have some last-minute study time with Carly. Livy at least made her feel less lonely, though, as they sat down in the lecture hall for the test. This was one of the few classes she had with a dozen or so Littles in it. Beth noticed that they were all far more tense than they'd been the previous week, and she didn't think it was just a test! She noticed one girl had a pacifier in her mouth and grimaced when she realized it was one of those horrible locking ones! 'Why?!?' Beth wondered, even as she felt like something was going on that no one could quite put their finger on. Their professor came in and, to his credit, looked at the locking pacifier with a scowl and pulled it out. "I can't…" the girl said in panic. "I'll take the blame! President Barnes and that dean will hear from me. It's bullshit that anyone would do that to you!" Their professor said even as he chunked the stupid thing into a trash can beside the lectern up front. The heat of his voice was such that Beth was taken aback. "If anyone asks, you all witnessed this, correct?" A loud cheer actually rose from the class, and Beth found herself wondering why they chose to push such draconian measures on Littles again. 'It might backfire again?' Beth sighed. 'One can only hope!' Beth didn't have much time to think about it, though, as test tablets began being passed out via the two TAs and the professor. She received hers, signed into the test, and started as instructed. Her professor wanted work shown, so she used her stylus to scratch out the work to answer each of the six questions. Each question involved multiple parts, and she hated that if she messed up any one step, it would most likely ruin her result for the others! It was tedious, to say the least, but thanks to her amazing tutor, she understood it all! She only hoped Carly was safe and doing as well on her own test. I WAS SITTING in the classroom for our test, having been dropped off by Grandma directly to the room. I was the only one in the room who was a Little, so I had no way of talking to anyone else about things going on. Molly sat beside me, "Hi, Carly," she said quietly with five minutes still to go before class was to start. "Hi, Molly," I told her. She had some serious mothering instincts, but I'd been pleased to see how much she tried to hold back on them. "I like your hair?" She said. I absentmindedly found the end of a pigtail with my hand and said, "Umm… thanks." "Umm…" She asked, "Is there some sort of trend within the nests to want to wear your hair in pigtails? I think every girl… and even some long-haired boys all had them today?" I looked up at her, genuinely curious if this was the turning point for someone like her. After a moment of debating, I said, "No, I think all of the nest mothers were ordered to put their Little girls in them? I mean, mine would do it for fun once or twice a week, but you could ask for your hair to be in a ponytail or loose, and she didn't care?" "I heard they were…" She squirmed. "Strict at breakfast today?" "You didn't see?" I asked her. She shrugged, "I'm a junior and live off-campus?" "Lucky," I sighed. "So I heard…?" "What?" "That they were forcing everyone to wear bibs and drink out of baby bottles?" She asked. "Pretty much everyone," I agreed. "Why?" "That's a very good question," I told her. "I mean… don't get me wrong, I'm sure you would look adorable nursing on a bottle… but you're a college student? I mean, hell, you're smarter than I am?" I smiled at that admission but shrugged, "If I had to guess, it's about power or money, but most likely both?" "What can I do…?" She started to ask when Professor Nash decided to start the class. "Good afternoon, everyone! I want to give everyone a chance to get through this test to the best of their knowledge and ability. You'll only have three questions on this test. Still, please read the questions carefully, as each has multiple steps involved in solving the problems, as well as a requirement that you prove or state why the steps work. You have two hours, and I would expect most of you to need that full-time." She passed out the test tablets and said, "You may begin!" I'd had some professors who simply gave you some of the same questions that you'd solved before on a test, but to my odd enjoyment, the three questions were new and unique! To solve them, you had to have an understanding not just of the formulas but a genuine connection with the fundamental principles that governed the math. Based on our class discussions over the past couple of weeks, I suspected most in this class were doomed! For my part, I started on the first one, thoroughly working through it to find the answer. I made sure to also show the work Dr. Nash wanted alongside it. I glanced at the system clock up top and was pleasantly surprised to see only fifteen minutes had elapsed so far! The next question was far more involved, and I felt stumped for a moment at one point before remembering something she had really just said in passing the previous week about a different assertion that worked. It was like a key to opening the puzzle, and the rest of it unraveled quite easily from there! I looked up and saw that one question had eaten up forty-five minutes! 'Hope it's not a trend,' I had to think as I looked at the following question and grimaced. 'I think this is the first time I've had to think this hard since I learned the terms in HoloFields!' I kept my cool and began working through the question, comparing it in my mind to other problems I'd encountered in the past. Mentally, I ran through it and finally figured out a first step. The second step was simple, as was the third step… I was chugging along through it and almost done when I hit a roadblock! Every assumption I'd made so far led to this only possible solution, but it didn't work! I looked up at the system clock again and felt my insides twist that there were only thirty minutes left. 'Shit! I hope I finish this!!!' I worried. BETH HAD FIVE minutes left when she had triple-checked her work and decided to submit and leave. Many students had left before her, but there was still a lot of scrambling to get through the test, and she had a feeling many wouldn't make it! Her professor gave her a smile as she left, "have a good afternoon," he said. "Thanks," Beth responded. She shouldered her backpack a little tighter and was relieved to see Nikki sitting outside when she left. "Where's Carly?" Beth asked, surprised not to find her. "I don't know? She had a test, too?" "She usually flies through them?" "Shall we go check on her?" Nikki asked. "Yes," Beth thought, feeling her worries growing given all of the stupid shit going on that day! She and Nikki waited for the elevator to go upstairs and finally were able to ride up to her floor. Beth led Nikki down the hallway to where she knew Carly's class was and was surprised to see, through the window, that the short girl was just barely turning in her tablet! Her bow had come out of one side of her hair, and her pigtails were a mess on the other side, too! 'She didn't fail, did she?' Beth worried. Beth waited outside the door and noted with surprise that the others in the room seemed to be still frantically writing as well. Carly's professor said something to her before she came out to the hallway. "How did it go?" Beth asked her. She sighed, "That was the hardest test I think I've ever even had nightmares about!!!!" "Didn't go well then?" Beth asked gently. "Oh, I finished it, and I'm sure I was right. But a three-question test taking two hours?!?" She shook her head. "And I was the first one to finish…?" She looked behind her as she held her hands up for Beth to pick her up. Once Carly was in her arms, she gave the tiny girl a hug, and Carly continued, "At least I was the first one to really finish, I think? My guess is the three others that left after an hour just gave up. It was insane!" She paused, "Umm… how did yours go?" "Thanks to my awesome tutor, I think it went well!" Beth squeezed her, "Thank you for that." "Happy to help!" Carly replied with a smile. "Now, why don't we change this wet diaper, then get over to the Matisse auditorium for the film fest? Your animated film should be in an hour?" Carly nodded, "Yes, it should. Hopefully, they do a better job with it than Studio Two did with my other one…" "You haven't seen your animated film at all? I would have thought they might have asked you to look in on it?" Beth asked. Carly shrugged, "I am only a lowly sophomore? Not to mention a Little -not even from this dimension? I can kind of see them not thinking I would have much more to offer them?" "Their loss," Beth said, kissing her forehead as they entered the bathroom. She wasted no time in placing her tiny girlfriend on the portable changing mat she carried in her bag on top of the changing table. Carly's bag was then raided for a fresh diaper and wipes. She pushed the skirt of her uniform up and out of the way, taking a moment to tickle her cute tummy. "Beth!" Carly whined. "Sorry, I couldn't help it," Beth giggled. She pulled the soaked diaper off, wiped her, and replaced it with a dry one. She picked her up off the table and set her on the ground, cleaned up from the change, and then they both washed their hands. Carly was about to walk away when Beth said, "Hold up a sec!" "Why?" "Your hair is a mess!" "Huh?" Carly asked before looking in the mirror. She looked like the poster child for 'mom dresses kid for school picture day all nicely, comes home a total wreck!' "How did you mess up your hair so badly?" Beth asked her. "I think I was playing with it during the test," Carly responded. "It was really hard!" Something about that tickled at her brain, and she wondered, 'Wait! Did someone switch her test like Reila's?!?' Beth quickly brushed and retied her one pigtail, which was a total wreck, and then gently replaced the bow on the other. It was an adorable look for her, although she preferred it when Carly wore a big gigantic bow on the top of her hair with a half-ponytail. Beth sighed, "That's better!" "Thanks," Carly said. "I've never really learned to do my own braids." "We'll teach you sometime; for now, let's go see some films!" Beth held Carly on her side and rubbed her back every now and then. She could tell the girl had been stretched on the exam because she'd never seen her be anything but hyper after one before! I WAS QUIET as Beth carried me down the sidewalks to the Matisse building. I was a little shocked that our professor had given such a difficult test, as she'd seemed to back off a bit in class the last couple of weeks. One thing I was grateful for was that the tablets offered the ability to send a 'receipt' of our answers to us. It was time-limited for delivery by professors as a way of sharing test information with others. Although it didn't list questions, it did provide a backup of your responses. We were reasonably confident Reila had been given the wrong test, and a part of me was curious if that had just happened to me. 'If that was their goal, my work would show it as proof,' I thought. 'Honestly, though, it was solvable with all of the ideas we'd discussed – it might have been the real test. If that's the case, I bet I'm the only one who actually solved everything?' Professor Nash had been a little eccentric at times, but she was clearly brilliant! And that sometimes caused its own problems with professors, I'd noted. Beth reached Matisse and sat me down on the floor in a short line that said, "Film Festival Tickets." "Do we have to pay to get in?" Beth asked me curiously. "If we do, it's my turn to cover things," I told her with a smile. We slowly advanced through the line, and we found Professor Wyler sitting at the table with a couple of senior students. "Well, good afternoon, you two!" he said to us. "Have you met Jill and Larry?" He said, nodding to the two students. "No?" Beth said for us. I could just see the girl above the table. She was a little larger-framed for her height, it seemed, with short brown hair styled in a bob. She wore very little makeup. The guy was on the taller side, even for a Big, and had brown hair and a thick beard. He was probably only in his early twenties, but he could have been thirty with the beard. "Well then, Jill, Larry, this is Beth and Carly. They're in my narratives class, and both are absolutely outstanding! You'll see both of them in the main film tomorrow," he said. I felt myself blush. "Very cool!" Larry said, "I've heard that film was a cut above the rest from Professor Hitchcock! He was telling my three-eighty-three class that we couldn't miss it." "I don't know that it's that great," I hedged, "Nice to meet you, though." "So, three tickets?" Jill asked. "I assume the full festival passes?" "Yes, how much?" I asked. "It's free if you take the nosebleed seats for anyone in the class, but if you want a close view, they're twenty per person for the week." "Sixty total if you're paying together," Jill replied. "Do you take…?" I asked and was relieved to find out they did have a reader so I could pay for all three of us. "You don't have to…?" Beth said. "I called dibs on it first," I told her. "It's a tax expense for mine?" Nikki said, interjecting. "Don't worry about it!" I told them. We were given some disposable armbands made of plastic, designed to withstand the water during a shower. "They'll get you into everything today and tomorrow," Larry said. "The money goes to help fund the film society through the year. Don't forget we have our big anime festival coming up in a few weeks!" "Not sure how much I can check out," I told him, "but I'll try!" "Awesome! Anyway, you can scan this with your phone for a full schedule of the films. It also shows the cast, crew, and full credits for each." "Great," Beth said. It was well above me, so she picked me up, and I used my phone to scan it, as well as activate my contacts with a thought to them. Both displayed the link, and we made our way inside. A large digital sign reminded us to use an app to scan our entry for verification for our assignment. Beth and I did it quickly and kept moving into the theater. The room was huge, with a balcony above the main floor area of seats. I hadn't been in the room before and had just expected folding seats like a concert hall, but instead, I discovered rows of comfy couch-like seats! Beth, Nikki, and I were shown a section of seats in the prime area that our tickets covered. We waved at a few friends from Narratives who had also come to get their credits in but sat in the free seats. We both activated our assignments on our tablets in time to watch the next film, which turned out to be Studio One's film from our class. As the room darkened, I was glad we'd made it inside right between films, as the next one began to tell the story of a detective trying to stop a serial killer. In the middle of the film, the villain attacked their home and, killed his wife. They showed him also tying up his young daughter. It was pretty gruesome, and I could see the special effects lessons learned in class being put into practice. I almost laughed when I realized they'd all but directly copied our group's projects from the special effects competition day! The cinematography of the film wasn't horrible; the effects were okay, but the acting was awkward at best most of the time. The member who they cast as the villain was really the only good actor, and I wished that he had a talented actor as a lead to act against. When the credits rolled, everyone clapped, and the cast stood and took a bit of a bow. "Hey, Carly, Beth," I heard beside me and saw Charlotte joining us. "May I join you all?" "Hi, Charlotte," I said at the same time as Beth, and I nodded. Nikki sat on the other side of Beth, so Charlotte sat beside me, sandwiching me between them. "Jinx!" Beth kidded me. "How long have you been here?" She asked. "That was the first film we've seen," I told her, even as I quickly completed the quick log of questions. "Cool," she said, "I figured I'd come watch a couple hours now, have dinner, then come back." "I wish I could come back after dinner," I said. "Sorry," Charlotte said. She then leaned over and whispered, "What's going on with all of you Littles today?" "No clue," I told her with a shrug, "It's like every bit of gains from the protests last month were erased, and things are worse." She scowled, "Give me some time…" Right then, the Perils of Panburty appeared on the screen, and I realized it was my film, albeit with a different title when my old name was shown in the opening credits. "You wrote this one?" Charlotte asked, realizing my old name showed. "Yes, that's a bit weird seeing Connor listed," I told them. Beth squeezed me tighter to her then, even as I thoroughly enjoyed watching the twenty-minute cartoon! The animators did a phenomenal job bringing my story to life, and the voice actors did a fantastic job as well. I watched as my story of a red panda girl entering puberty had one silly thing happen after another to 'ruin her life' during a day of school. It was a comedy, yet it was also heartwarming, as her friends supported her, and she received a big hug at the end of the day from her parents. I had been inspired by an ancient movie that Mama had loved as a girl, but the story was different enough that I considered it mine. At the end of the film, a rousing round of applause broke out as the animators stood up. "You should stand up, too!" Charlotte told me, pushing me to stand on the couch. When the applause died down, I made my entry for the Narratives assignment, even as I said aloud, "I wonder if I can get a copy of that?" "I know a couple of people in the group," Charlotte told me, "I'll get it for you." She paused, looking down at me, "Carly, you realize you are probably one of the more talented writers here?" I blushed. "No?" She laughed, "Maybe that's why you are! Too many writers are totally stuck on themselves!" I shrugged, "I just like telling stories? I always have." "I hope you keep doing that," she told me as we settled in to watch the next film, another animated film about a superhero that reminded me of a Marvel character from back home. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! Please press that like button underneath this post!!!! (REALLY!) I also LOVE comments!!! So I was supposed to move onto another project this week... and I started, but my muse has been not behaving and being a brat. She's like 'you're almost to this spot you've been planning since you started...' and I'm like 'but next spring...' Anyway, long story short, she's been a brat, but she's been a productive brat! A couple weeks ago I was just hoping to get to about chapter 172 by the time I start my crazy time of year next week, but I actually just finished Chapter 187!!! Well, needless to say, her misbehavior can be your gain. Feed the tip jar 30 likes by Sunday and I'll give you an extra chapter this week. 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Chapter 61 A breath of air As I opened my eyes the next morning, I caught a glimpse of Mommy leaving the bedroom. She seemed to be dressed already. I stretched a bit and noticed my diaper was wet. I looked over and saw the empty bottle on Mommy’s nightstand, so I knew I had wet while she fed that to me in the middle of the night. I got up and waddled out to the kitchen where I could smell fresh coffee brewing. Mommy was sipping a cup already, leaning against the counter. She smiled asking, “Morning darling, did you sleep well?” With that she gently put a hand on my diapered bottom and gave it a squeeze. We both knew I was wet. I found a cup and poured some coffee for myself as I answered, “Yeah, you know I sleep great when I’m with you.” That brought another smile from her, “Flatterer…trying to butter me up?” I sipped my coffee and smiled, “Is it really flattery if it’s true? But how about you? Isn’t waking up in the middle of the night these past few weeks been kind of rough? Just to feed your husband a bottle?” She smiled, set down her cup and put both arms around my neck. She said quietly, “I’ve got a little secret to tell you, I haven’t done it every single night. A couple of times, I let it go just to see if you’d wet yourself anyway. A couple of times you did, and a couple times you didn’t.” I blinked, then frowned a little, “I wet in my sleep, without… without a bottle?” She just nodded and smiled. I thought for a moment then asked, “Does this mean I… we need to go see that therapist? We said if I started wetting in my sleep, we might need to do something about it.” She slowly shook her head and said, “Not unless you want to. I’m perfectly happy to have you wearing diapers every night and wetting them. And I’m pretty sure it’s nothing physically wrong, not like we need to see a urologist or anything, right?” I thought for a moment, then just said, “I guess not, let me think it over? I mean, having to check the box on medical forms that yes, I’m a bedwetter… “ Sarah just smiled and said, “Well that’s what the box is for silly, some people are bedwetters, it’s no big deal to any doctor or health professional.” She dropped her arms and turned to pick up her coffee mug again. Then she changed the subject, “I was going to scramble a couple eggs, you want some?” … Over breakfast, we talked a little about the previous day. Sarah said she was planning on something similar every Thursday for the foreseeable future. I reminded her that I had only agreed to maintenance spankings for the first month or so and she nodded. Then she mentioned we had a dinner date on Tuesday with Tom and Jim. Apparently, she had accepted for us the day I came home drunk and made a fool of myself. When I said I wanted to ‘come up for air’ and take a break, she was fine with that. She mentioned some yardwork and I was fine to do that. She also mentioned that we only had one more pullup from Julia’s stash. She had ordered some of my own, she wasn’t about to keep sneaking some from Julia. But it might be best for me to wear regular underwear today. We could still talk about my shifting to diapers and pullups full time if we wanted to do that. … At lunchtime, we chatted about the gardens and Sarah mentioned a project she wanted to work on, something to do with oil painting. “I’ve always wanted to try getting back to that. I did some in high school, and my first year of college.” She explained. I thought for a bit then replied, “Hmm.. well the guest room is kind of already in use. I think I might be able to clear some space in the basement? Maybe near my workbench?” She shook her head, “No, thanks but the lighting down there sucks. You can’t really paint under fluorescent lighting; the colors just aren’t right.” I nodded in understanding. Yeah, some bright lighting is okay for working with wood and things, but I can understand the color rendering isn’t the best. Especially if you’re trying to create art. I suddenly had a mischievous thought and pointed to the corner of the dining room. I tried to act cooly, “How about right there? Natural sunlight from the patio door, not a lot of room but enough for an easel and chair.” She looked and thought for a minute. Then she mused, “That could work. Maybe you could make me a small table for paints and supplies?” Then she was quiet for a minute, and said quite calmly as she took one another bite, “Of course we’ll have to find a different corner for a naughty little one after they get spanked.” Giggle, she saw right through that! It’s okay, I knew the next time I needed a spanking, she would have thought of something. I just winked and whispered, “Darn… you noticed that did you?” She just laughed. When I was almost finished with lunch, she reached for the saltshaker and tapped it. That got my attention. She started, as has become her practice, “Michael, do we have a quorum for a meeting to discuss our sex life?” Despite the playful discussion about where a certain naughty boy might be sent for corner-time, I just smiled and agreed, “Yes madam chair, all present and ready to begin. What would you like to discuss?” “Well first of all, how was maintenance Thursday for you?” she asked. I paused and was reluctant to go first, so I tried to defer, “Well it was your suggestion, why don’t you go first, did you think it went well?” But she was not fooled for a second, “Michael, I want to know your honest impression. If I say my opinion, how can I be sure you’re not just agreeing with me?” Sigh… Never let me take the easy way, I have to be totally honest about my feelings with her… I took a breath and began, “Well some of it was fine. I mean, dressing me up and all, you know I like when you do that. And helping you with chores, as long as you do some as well, that’s fine. But I don’t want to be some servant or slave.” I paused, but she didn’t say anything, just kept looking at me, as if she knew there was more. So, I continued, “But the taking me out, dressed like that, I was scared. When you threatened to take me in the store, I almost said pineapple.” She nodded a tiny bit and said quietly, “Okay. But you’ve worn your Shelly outfit at Mom’s and Julia’s, so I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal.” I tried to explain, “Yes, but that felt different. You were trying to help me hide it from the world with Julia’s raincoat, and at Mom’s, well that was an accident. Yesterday, you threatened to parade me through the store. I… I’m just not ready to do that.” She waited a moment, then tapped the shaker, “Understood, if I need to take you out on a Thursday, we’ll be a bit more discrete. Anything else about yesterday?” When I didn’t speak up, she stared at me a moment and asked, “What about your paddling? And I locked your dick away for no apparent reason?” I couldn’t help myself as I remembered that part, I felt my cock twitching in my pants. Yes, why hadn’t I brought that up? And why is my cock trying to get hard now that she mentioned it? I know the real reason, but she’s going to want me to say it. I looked down at my plate and whispered, “It was fine…” Of course that wasn’t enough and she explained softly, “Michael, if you want me to keep doing that sort of thing, or if you want me to stop, you have to tell me.” I pushed my hand between my legs. Gripping my crotch without a diaper was getting to be the exception these days, and it felt nice to squeeze my hardening cock. I blushed a bit and managed to stammer, “You… you can keep doing it… It… it turns me on to submit to you. Doing what I’m told like a little boy… makes me… you know… makes me... horny.” She reached and gently put her hand in my lap, gripping my hand and pulling it away from my crotch as she said, “There now… was it that difficult to tell me the truth?” I shook my head a little and ‘used my words’ for once, saying, “No, but only to you. I could never admit that to anyone else.” She squeezed my hand again and smiled. But then I had to ask, “But why the chastity cage? Nobody was coming over, and you said it’s not for punishments… Why did you keep me in a cage most the afternoon?” She let go of my hand and paused, “Well to be honest, I’m not sure. I wanted you to take a nap and not jerk off. And since you bent over my lap and let me paddle you, that was fun for me, knowing I have some control over you. I wasn’t going to keep you in it very long, but then I decided to wait until you asked to be let out. If you had asked right after your nap, I would have taken it off then. But you didn’t ask, so I just wondered how far you’d let it go.” “You mean, if I hadn’t asked to be let out, I might still be wearing it even now?” I asked. She just shrugged, “I don’t know, probably. This whole chastity thing is sort of complicated. We started it as a way to help you with your problem. But I think you like it sometimes. You’ve put it on yourself a fair number of times, not complaining much about it.” Well I couldn’t deny that exactly. I mean, she had asked me to put it on, or suggested it, and I did. What does that mean? Do guys sometimes just submit to being locked up like that? If Sarah’s right about Christine and Frank, there’s no way Christine forced Frank into a cage, he must have at least not objected very much… Maybe guys sometimes like to be??? I looked up and Sarah was looking at me. I asked her, “What about you? What did you think about yesterday, and … and do you like putting me in chastity?” She smiled a little smile and started, “Well good of you to ask. Yes, most of the day was nice for me as well. But the sudden trip to the store reminded me that being a Mommy with a little one, sometimes gets complicated. Normally I would have just dashed out on my own. But accepting that I can’t leave my baby home alone, complicated things. In the future if something like that comes up, I’ll have to change your outfit. That makes a ‘quick trip’ a bit more time-consuming. I’m just glad I didn’t have to pack a diaper bag and baby bottles.” She continued, “And Michael, I do like when you do things to please me. Not just in bed, but doing the laundry for me, doing as I ask, it’s quite nice. As for the chastity stuff, I really did start the whole idea as a way to help you around Julia and her babysitting you. But sometimes, knowing that you’re mine and that you’ve surrendered your very manhood to me… well it proves to me that we’re totally dedicated to each other. I mean, I’m not trying to withhold sex from you, but knowing that you’ll give me that, it’s just… just something special.” I thought about what she said, and we sat quietly for a couple minutes. Then she sat up straight and tapped the shaker, “Shall we declare overall it was a success? We can do something like that again next Thursday?” I sat up straight as well, nodded and agreed, “Yes madam chair, there was that issue about going to the store, but I think we can continue.” She tapped the shaker and then moved on, “Very well. New business. I think Shelly needs a good fucking with a strap on. Any comment?” I blinked and my jaw must have hit the table. I exclaimed, “What?!?! Where did that come from?” She just spoke frankly, as if talking about the price of cold-cuts at the deli, or a neighborhood proposal to plant marigolds. She simply put it, “It’s something I’ve been thinking about, something I think little Shelly might like to try. You can’t deny you like having me play with your ass. That playdate at Julia’s, you creamed your diaper when I used her dildo on you.” I blushed sixteen shades of red! My mouth must have opened and closed three times before I managed to make any coherent sounds. Finally, I managed, “Well yes… but that was… I mean you’ve only had me wear one of those plugs… and it’s smaller… and … and Julia’s… that was because…” She giggled, “Michael… you’re so cute when your being all shy and defensive.” She charged ahead though, “But we both know you’ve thought about it. And yes, I think first we need to work you up from the smallest butt plug we have, at least to the middle sized or even the large first, before we fuck you with a strap on. I didn’t mean I was going to drag you off right now and fuck your ass, but we’ve never talked about my using a strap on to fuck you, so here we are… talking.” I stared at my lap for a moment and said softly, “Yes, I’ve thought about it. But I figured you’d just… just do it whenever…” She spoke kindly, “Sweetie, that’s not how this is supposed to work. I know there are some things I don’t have to ask you about, because we’ve talked ahead of time. But this is something I wasn’t sure about. You’re a bit homophobic about men or being perceived as gay. And for me to put on a lifelike cock and fuck you… well that’s something I thought we should agree on first.” I nodded. Sometimes I never learn… she said quietly, “Michael, I know this is hard for you to admit, even to yourself. So I’ll make this easier for you, just a simple yes, or no. Yes, Mommy can explore the idea of fucking her little girl; no, my sissy’s cute ass remains a virgin. Now, which is it going to be?” I took a deep breath and finally said it, “Yes…” And just that quick, she tapped the saltshaker on the table and declared, “Noted. Meeting adjourned. I’ll clear the table sweetheart, you can go relax, maybe play your game for a while.” ++++++++++ As I cleared the table, I smiled to myself. That went pretty much as I expected. I already have a package of enemas for him that I picked up yesterday. I wonder if I should have him do that to himself, or if he needs Mommy to do that. I had read that a good cleansing first often makes wearing a butt plug for a couple hours easier. Well not today, maybe Sunday? As far as that strap on Julia gave me… maybe next Thursday? No rush… But I think before then, a little more pussy-licking is in order. … I went to the basement and searched around for my art supplies. I didn’t have a lot of things leftover from college, but I found them under the stairs. I took an inventory so I knew what I might need to buy. Just as I was finishing up and about to head upstairs again, I saw it. It was obvious what it went to, with the number ‘3000’ embossed on the end. I almost reached for it but stopped myself. I promised him I’d never go searching for it, and I hadn’t. I was looking for my art stuff. Should I tell him I stumbled across it, so he could find a new hiding place? Or just ignore it completely, let him believe it’s still hidden. Well, if I don’t say anything, and he finds out later that I knew… was it a sign of trust that it’s still there and I hadn’t touched it? Or telling him I found it and letting him find a new hiding place a better sign? Is honesty the best policy? Gawd, this sort of thing can be complicated!!! Maybe I best sleep on it for a bit, think it through. Once upstairs again, before ordering a lot of art supplies, I decided to first look at our banking. Michael has used some personal finance software for years to keep track of things and long ago he’d shared the password. So, I went to the home office and logged in. Yeah, it’s as I suspected, we’d spent a lot this past month out of the ordinary. Total expenses are higher. But when I searched through things, I saw some charges assigned to some category called ‘family things’. So, I generated a report of what was being spent in this category. Up until last month, it was under one hundred dollars a month. Some place called NorthShore Medical, and some web services? But this past month… Oh, I recognize THAT web site, it’s where I bought his chastity cage. And there, that was about the right price for his butt plug training kit. And more to that medical supply… OH!! That must be the diaper store!!! My darling Michael had been putting all our baby game charges and stuff in this category! I just shook my head a little… Sometimes I think you’re a bit OCD Michael; categorizing every little expense, and even ones for our baby games. Giggle, well we’ll need to allocate a lot more of the budget for THAT category! But I also noticed that he’d bumped up the monthly withdrawals from his investments. Some time in these past weeks, he must have figured out a new budget, bless his little heart. I’ll ask him about it, but I bet he talked it over with Ben, our advisor. ++++++++++ I had been playing my game for a while when I remembered to get up to pee. Not wearing a diaper today, I thought for a moment about just wetting my pants. Giggle, Mommy would treat me like a little boy, put me back in diapees…. But the nursery has carpet, and I promised not to do that on carpets or rugs. Instead, I got up and used the bathroom across the hall. Before even thinking though, I was sitting down. Starting to develop new habits I guess. I shrugged a little and reached for a bit of toilet paper to …. Sheesh!! I’m even wiping my dinky! I hesitated and then just did what I had started, wiping the tip a little before standing up and pulling up my pants. On the way back across the hall, I saw Sarah sitting in the office at the computer. She usually uses her own laptop, so I stepped a little closer to see what she was doing. I recognized the program on the screen and walked in further, asking, “Anything wrong Sarah?” She turned and looked at me, explaining, “I was just making sure we could afford for me to shop for art supplies this month. We have been spending a bit more than usual.” As I stepped closer, I could read the report she had generated. I wanted to put her mind at ease; she certainly deserves to indulge in a hobby. I started in, “Yeah, we have. But I called Ben Wednesday and talked it over with him.” She giggled and asked, “And did you tell him we needed a bit more money for your diapees and baby dresses?” I didn’t blush, being in full adult mode for once, “Tsk… No. Nor did I mention you needed a new wardrobe of maternity bras. I just said we were enjoying some new hobbies, like my wood working.” She winked and smiled, “I was only teasing sweetheart. You know… for a little baby, you are pretty organized when it comes to finances.” Then she asked, “But what’s this monthly thing for some service?” Now I blushed a little but explained, “That’s just a monthly donation to that Adult Baby web site. They use that name to be discrete.” She glanced back at the screen and just said, “Oh, okay. Well considering how much we’ve used that web site this past month alone, we do owe them something.” She paused and looked around the office. Then she asked, “How about if I set up my art studio in here? Most of this stuff is just junk we’re storing in here. It could go to charity, or the basement don’t you think?” I looked around, she was right but it would be a lot of work. I wasn’t about to complain, but I pointed out some ideas, “If we do that, we should move the computer desk over there… But I think the bookshelf needs to stay, books would get musty down in the basement.” She looked back at the computer for a moment and closed the finance software. Then she stood and put her arms around my neck to give me a kiss. After our lips parted, she smiled and said, “You’re right of course. Looks like we both have a project for tomorrow. Now, when you talked with Ben, did you include the need to take your beautiful wife out to dinner tonight? I’m thinking Italian. Del Rio’s sound okay?” When I agreed, she smiled and said, “Okay, I’ll shower first, then your turn.” She gave me another quick peck and headed out of the office towards our bath. ++++++++++ In the shower, I had time to think a bit. It’s rather nice that my baby knows so much about finances. I’m sort of relieved actually. Not my strong suit, and I’m not sure I could do as good a job. Mommies aren’t Wonder Women, letting him deal with that is okay with me. It’s one burden I’m not eager to take on. After drying off, I called out to Michael, “Your turn sweetheart…” He came into the bedroom just as I was stepping into some panties. He paused and stared as I put on my bra. Yes, it was a nursing bra but I told him, “Shower sweetie… I’m getting hungry.” He broke off his stare and I winked at him as he started to undress. As I slipped a nice cocktail dress on, he was heading to the shower. I wanted to tease him a little, so I called out, “Remember, no masturbating in the shower, unless you want to clean the entire bathroom afterwards.” Once he was in the shower, I made a quick trip to the nursery. I got the last of the pink pullups and brought it back to the bedroom. Just a little reminder… Then I picked out a nice outfit for him, something suitable for Del Rio’s. Nice slacks, shirt and sport coat. ++++++++++ After my shower, when I saw Mommy had put out a pullup for me, I shrugged and put it on without saying anything. If Mommy wants me to wear it, good little boys do what Mommy wants. She must have been pleased. As I slipped on my sport coat, she finished her makeup and stood up from her vanity. She smiled as she took my arm and gave me a quick kiss, asking, “All set?” I smiled when she patted my slightly padded bottom. … Del Rio’s was busy; it was a Friday night after all. We hadn’t called ahead, but the maître d’ took our name, and we went to the bar for a cocktail. “Michael! Sarah!!! Over hear!!” Groan… I know that voice. Frank. Sarah slipped her arm in mine and whispered, “Just smile sweetie… Be good.” Soon we were chatting with Frank and Christine. I tried to behave. I shook his hand and said hello to Frank while my wife gave Christine a quick hug. Frank spoke as he waved his hand that was holding a drink around wildly. It was dark colored, so I didn’t know if it was just a cola or something harder, but it sloshed about and spilled on the floor. He spoke up in the loud bar, “Pretty busy tonight. We made a reservation, should be ready in just a minute. How about you?” I muttered, “No, we just decided on a whim. We’ll probably be a while.” Christine raised her voice a little, “Oh you should eat with us! It’s been a while. Otherwise you’ll be waiting for hours!!” My wife tried to be polite, “Oh we couldn’t… I mean…” But Christine was insistent. As she turned quickly to Frank, I noticed a glint of light from her necklace. She spoke to Frank, “You don’t mind do you?” Before Frank could answer, she looked straight at me, “And it’s our treat! Now I won’t take no for an answer. Frank doesn’t mind.” I looked at Frank and judging from his expression, I don’t think that was entirely true. But he agreed, saying, “Of course dear. You’re right of course.” When the maître d’ came to seat them, Christine explained the change in plans and the four of us were seated in a quiet corner. I reached for the wine list and I noticed Frank reaching for the list of micro-brews. Simultaneously, Sarah and Christine took them from our hands. I heard Christine say, “No sweetie, unless you want to pay the price.” Sarah said to me as she looked over the wine list she had taken, “Same for you sweetheart. Remember what happened the last time you had too much to drink?” Gulp. Yeah, I tried to fuck your mouth and paid a steep price. After ordering drinks, (soft drinks for Frank and myself), Christine said to Sarah, “I just love those pearls, are they cultured?” I watched as Sarah put her hand to her neck and say, “Oh Michael got these for our second anniversary.” Then of course, not to be rude, Sarah paid Christine a similar complement, “And that necklace of yours is nice. I’ve seen that style before and thought about having one.” I looked again and this time it was very plain. It was a key hanging from a decorative chain. And Frank’s face was as red as a beet!! Giggle, Mommy was right! Christine has taken charge of his cock! And saying she’d seen that style, she was making it clear that she knew just what it was. No wonder Frank agreed to buy dinner and not have a beer. But as I noticed that the number on it was ‘6000’, versus my own ‘3000’, it was my turn to blush a little. Christine seemed to read Sarah’s meaning of her complement. She smiled and said, “Oh I highly recommend it. Frank thinks it’s very nice too, don’t you Frank.” I used my napkin to wipe my mouth, hiding my grin when I saw Frank just nod. But suddenly I felt a hand in my crotch under the table as Sarah replied, “Oh yes, our boys are so nice to us aren’t they?” Her hand squeezed my pullup against my rapidly growing hardon. She smiled at me and released her hand saying, “Each just needs their own special way of being taken care of.” I felt my own face turning red. And when I looked at Christine, she was grinning as she looked back at me. On the other hand, Frank had a stoic expression, as if to say, ‘what can a guy do…?’ Since Frank was paying, I thought about ordering the most expensive thing on the menu but decided not to. Maybe he’s not the best friend I have, but I can’t be mean and take advantage of the situation. I’d had chicken several times lately, so I had the veal scaloppine instead. As dinner progressed, Frank seemed to be drifting into his old habits, his voice got louder, and he started talking over everyone else. By the time we had finished the entrée, I was ready to leave. But just as the dessert cart was coming over, Christine had her elbow on the table, reached for her necklace and twirled it a little as she spoke to Frank, “Frank dear, you don’t always need to monopolize the conversation.” It looked like Frank was about to say something, but when he looked at Christine, his jaw snapped shut like a steel trap. To break the silence, Sarah leaned over to me and put her hand in my lap. I felt another squeeze as she said, “You don’t mind if we stay for dessert, do you? I haven’t had a good Gelato in some time.” Of course I agreed. I was in no hurry to stand up considering her hand had made me hard again. … On the way home, we were pretty quiet. But before we reached the house, my wife was in ‘mommy mode’. She smiled and asked, “How’s the pullup sweetie? Did you tinkle at all? Or just dribble precum in it all evening?” When I blushed at that, she just giggled and said, “That’s all the answer I needed. Good thing the order I placed is being delivered tomorrow. I think no more underwear from now on… don’t you?” I squirmed a little, then put my hand to feel the crotch of my pants. Dry, the pullup had done its job. I thought a little and said, “Yes Mommy… no more big boy underpants.” ++++++++++ As we pulled into the garage, I thought about stopping in the nursery to put my baby in a diaper. But then I thought… He’s in a pullup, he can squirt in that if he needs to… I want his tongue! I tugged his arm and led him to the living room. Once there, I spun around and wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. God, I’m so turned on. Was it watching how Christine handled Frank? Or knowing my little diaper boy was getting hard every time I touched his pants? I don’t care… As we parted, I stared into his eyes and whispered, “Baby, Mommy needs to cum. Take my dress off and make my toes curl.” I turned my back to him and held my hair out of the way of my zipper. His gentle fingers slowly pulled it down and before he slipped it from my shoulders, I felt his fingers unhook my bra. As quick as that, I was wearing just shoes and panties. My two thumbs hooked into my panties, as my feet kicked off my shoes. In less than ten seconds I had gone from a smartly dressed woman that had been out on the town, to a naked slut that needed to be pleasured. I sat on the edge of the wing back chair and spread my legs. I smiled at him as he dropped to his knees and leaned in to kiss my waiting pussy. I spread a little wider when his lips touched me and whispered, “Good boy…. Do a good job and Mommy will let you play humpies on me…” My head laid back in the chair as I purred, his tongue knew just what to do these days. My fingers gently teased my own nipples as I thought about how his lips would later be sucking them. After a minute or two of such bliss, his tongue lifted away. I opened my eyes to see him shrugging off his sport coat and shirt. He was trying to unfasten his pants when I told him, “Nobody told you to stop… now be a good boy and do as Mommy said.” He blushed and stopped fussing with his belt and leaned back in to kiss my waiting pussy again. When his lips nibbled at my clit, I put one hand in his hair and said, “There’s Mommy’s good little boy… that’s it…. You can play after you finish Mommy.” I let go of his hair and used both hands to lift my knees towards my chest. His tongue instantly started licking me from back to front. I was in heaven. I heard the sound of pants sliding over the plastic pullup, and a crinkling as if he where jerking off. I didn’t care, my need was too great. He can jerk off all he wants as long as his tongue keeps…. Gasp keeps doing that. Hell, if he wants to jerk off, then hump me like a teenager, then suck on my tits all night… it’s worth….gasp… oh god….yes…. yes it…. My eyes were squeezed tight as my arms pulled my knees up as far as they could. My spine was curled as tight as it would go. I felt it coming… Oh god… this one is going to be messy…. Get ready baby… here… My whole body convulsed and clenched… I felt myself squirting all over his face and yet he didn’t stop. He lapped it up like a puppy dog and I kept shivering. My arm was cramping but I didn’t care, I held my legs apart and squeezed my face into contortions as I kept shivering and climaxing. Even so, he didn’t stop. He just kept at it, I heard a whimper from him, maybe he was cuming too, but still he lapped at my cunt… That’s what it was just now… a horny, convulsing, quivering, sopping wet cunt. Normally I’m not so crude, but just now… I was a sex maniac and didn’t care. Finally, the ache in my arm grew too strong, and my pussy couldn’t stand it anymore. I released my legs and they shot down on their own, pushing his head away. I stretched out my arm and did nothing. I lay gasping as I caught my breath. When I peeked open an eye, I saw him wiping his face with his shirt, sitting on the floor in his pullup, his pants around his ankles, shoes still on. I waved my hand vaguely for him to come to me. He got up on his knees, crawled between my legs and nuzzled my chest. I gently guided his face to my tit and whispered to him as he latched on, “Mommy’s special baby… Mommy loves you.” I had a full stomach from dinner, my husband had just given me one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had, and he was gently nursing from my breast. Even though I was awkwardly leaning back in a chair, I fell asleep. To Be Continued.

Chapter 19 Kendra drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as she sat in a red light and replayed the conversation with her supervisor in her head, “They’re gone, you said there was no sign of abuse. You’re basically telling me that a kid got lost and his caregiver found him and took him home. Kendra you’ve got real issues to deal with.” The supervisor didn’t seem to care that the 12 year old was being treated like a toddler. It just didn’t sit right, but still her supervisor was right, it was 6PM, she’d already worked too long today. As the right turned green Kendra couldn’t seem to stop herself, she switched to the left lane to swing by Martha’s house again, it wasn’t that far out of the way. She parked along the street and watched the house, the lights were on. Martha’s car was gone, and it looked like no one was home. Kendra leaned back in her seat, the engine still idling. Maybe she’d just sit for a minute. It wasn’t surveillance if she didn’t take notes. Just… curiosity. She scanned the porch. The same mismatched chairs. A small wind chime tinkling above the doorway. Nothing unusual. No signs of a child. No toys.. But something tugged at her. She was about to drive off when movement caught her eye. From down the street a silver Subuaru easing into the driveway of Martha Delgado’s house. Two women got out. Kendra straightened up, squinting through the windshield. The first woman was unmistakable, Linda, the boys caretaker. The blond hair, the posture. She carried herself lightly. The second woman was older, Martha Delgado. Kendra’s stomach turned. So Martha had lied. That part was clear. The “Linda moved away” story had been a cover. But why? And what else was she hiding? They didn’t go into Martha’s house but walked down to the next house, where the lights were on. They didn’t knock, they walked in. She took a deep breath, then reached for her phone. She didn’t dial anyone. Instead, she opened the notes app and tapped out a single line: 6:12 PM –Martha and Linda seen returning home. Entered residence at 412 Cherry st. Linda has not moved away. Kendra stared at the screen a moment longer, then locked her phone and sat quietly, watching the front door like it might reveal a secret if she just waited long enough. 5 minutes passed, should she go to the door at 6:30? No. But she would be back, she said as she drove home. *** “So you really had a good time?” Linda asked as Daniel sat on the couch and Jim sat on the floor putting a Paw Patrol puzzle together. “Yeah, it was fine, it’s weird because like most of the time he’s a kid, but sometimes he says something witty or something a much older kid would say. He really seems to enjoy just being a kid though. But you guys really met with a mobster? Is this safe?” “It’s really the only choice we have,” Martha said. “The truth is that we have to move, we’ve been hiding in our own community, Jim and I have lived here over ten years, we both have connections here. Really we’ve been lucky so far, but something like that social worker is bound to happen. The only way we can be safe is to have new identities and start a new life somewhere.” Linda said. Daniel nodded, “I guess if what I think is happening actually happens I’ll need a new ID as well.” Linda smiled, “That’s not going to take underworld contacts, just a trip to the DMV.” Martha chuckled, “Not in this state, Florida won’t allow gender changes. It’s not exactly a hotbed of progressive politics.” Daniel frowned and pulled out his phone to research, “In Wisconsin all I have to do is go to the DMV and change it,” he said after a moment. “Well,” Linda said, sipping from her mug, “if we’re picking a new place to disappear to, maybe Wisconsin isn’t such a bad idea.” Daniel looked up from his phone. “Wait, are you serious? We’re from Wisconsin?” “We’re serious about needing to leave,” Martha said, gently but firmly. “Where we go depends on a lot. Schools, medical access, cost of living, weather… But honestly? The idea of settling somewhere you can build a new life without legal hurdles sounds better every minute. Staying here is impossible, Linda’s scared to go grocery shopping and if she needs to prove who she or Jim is, the shit’s going to hit the fan.” “Yeah,” Daniel murmured, then added softly, “Making a new life feels like it could actually work.” Jim looked up from his puzzle and smiled. “Are we going to get a big moving truck? I like those.” Linda ruffled his hair. “We’ll see, sweetheart. It might be a secret move, like spies.” “Spy truck,” Jim nodded, satisfied. Daniel chuckled, but there was a flicker of tension in his eyes. “Do you think I can really… live like this? I mean, as Briella?” “Well if you’re as popular online as you say you are, I’m sure you can do it in real life,” Martha said. Daniel blushed and looked away. “It’s just streaming.” “I don’t really get this stuff, but it seems like it's how you’re connecting to the world,” Linda said. “And more importantly, how you’re connecting to yourself. Don’t underestimate that.” They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of everything they’d been through, and everything coming, settling on the room. “Well Danny, how would you feel about hanging around for awhile? We are going to need your baby sitting services again.” Martha said. “I can stay here for a while, help with packing, look after Jim if you need to make that second trip to pick up the documents. I want to help.” “Great, because in a week we’ll be gone overnight, and that means you’ll be Jim’s full time caregiver for a couple days. Ready to become “Aunty Daniel?” Daniel smirked, then rubbed his temples. “Ugh, don’t say it like that.” “You’ll be great,” Linda added with a smile. “You already know his routine, and he really seems to like you.” “Yeah, but it’s a lot,” he said, glancing over at Jim who was now trying to put a Paw Patrol puzzle piece into his mouth. “I mean, he’s not exactly low-maintenance.” “We know,” Martha said, standing to clear her mug. “But you’ve been doing amazing. You seem to be accepting what’s happening to you. I think the universe sent you here for a reason.” Daniel gave a sarcastic snort. “Yeah, to turn me into a streamer princess and a glorified babysitter.” Jim looked up. “Are you going to dress like a princess, Aunty Daniel?” Daniel’s face went bright red. “He did not just say that.” Linda and Martha both burst into laughter. “Well,” Linda said, trying to suppress a giggle, “if the shoe fits…” Daniel sighed theatrically, but he couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. “You’re all insane. But fine. I’ll stay. I’ll babysit. And I’ll even consider letting him call me Aunt Daniel if he keeps the puzzle pieces out of his mouth.” Jim grinned. “Auntie Daniel makes the best snacks!” Martha clapped her hands. “Then it’s settled.” The mood lifted a bit, for the first time in a while. Outside, the sky darkened, but inside the little house, the strange new family was starting to come together, tentatively, awkwardly, but maybe just enough to get through what was coming.

Part 7: “Honey, your shorts are wet,”, her mom said, sympathetically but continued like she was explaining something very simple to a little kid. “When your pull-ups leaked the pee pee got on your shorts, remember?”, she continued condescendingly. “We can take them to uncle Luke’s and wash them there”, she said, sealing them away in a clear garbage bag she had procured from somewhere, tying a knot into the top. “B-but MOOOOMMMM!!!!!”, Cara whined, reaching for the bag, which her mom simply shifted away from her grip by lifting it higher. “MOMMM! I NEEEEEED PANTS!!!!”, Cara whined desperately, still trying to grab the bag as her mom easily kept it out of her reach. A quick “thwack” on her butt was enough to make her lower her arms, hands reaching to cup her pull-up-clad rear, rubbing where the spank had made contact with her bare skin. Who knew she would be so grateful for the pull-ups again so soon? “Mommmm!!!!” She wailed. “CARA MAE! Stop this whining right now”, her mother countered, poised to deliver another spank, Cara knew, even as she rested one hand on her hip. But Cara wasn’t going to let this go. There was no way she would be leaving this bathroom wearing only her tank top and pull-ups with her socks and sneakers. She would be a laughing stock. Who cared that no one knew her here, the internet was still a thing and all it would take is one photo to circulate to ruin her social life for good. A knock on the door ended the showdown briefly as Cara jumped nearly out of her skin and scampered to hide behind her mother. Chuckling, Patrice dropped the stern demeanor and moved to open the door, even as her daughter squealed, “Mommy nooooo!”, moving to hide herself further in the corner of the room. How could her mom open the door?! Whoever it was could wait until they had figured things out to get inside to change their kid or use the toilet or whatever, Cara thought, imagining a toddler facing a much worse change than she herself had just undergone. The thought of such a mess in her own padding made her blush a new shade of deep red as she started to nibble on the tip of her finger, not knowing what to do with herself as her mom eased the door open, smiling. “Delivery”, came a familiar male voice on the other side of the barrier that Cara couldn’t see. “Thanks honey, we’ll be done in a minute and we’ll meet you in the car”, Patrice said, leaning towards the partially open door to give Cara’s dad John a kiss on the lips as she took the bundle in his hands then closed the door again. Breathing a sigh of relief, Cara felt suddenly like a fool. Of course her mom wasn’t going to make her walk out of here like this. She wasn’t insane. Cara was an adult, after all, damnit. She should have known that wasn’t even an option, that she could just send someone in her family to fetch new shorts for her. Somehow her earlier spanking, the way her mom was treating her, it seemed to be making her think of things as though her parents were the ultimate authority when… that’s not how it really worked in their house. Cara could and would continue to do whatever she wanted and they couldn’t do anything about it, other than help her out, she thought, smirking as her mom helped her thread a pair of bright pink shorts up her legs and over the bulge of her pull-up, before allowing them to snap into place. Glancing down smugly, Cara was suddenly livid at the help, and her tone showed it, “Mooooom! These don’t work, you can see everything! Tell dad to go get a different pair!” Indeed, the small cotton shorts, that Cara normally loved for how they hugged her butt and showed off her trim figure, were failing to conceal the pull-up on all fronts. The waistband came up too low to conceal the top of the two pull-ups beneath, but at least for that issue Cara now had the embarrassing experience to know that she could simply fold it down. The real problems came lower down, where there was such an obvious bulge in the front that you’d have to be blind not to know Cara was padded. Turning to see herself in the mirror as her mother mutely crossed her arms, Cara voiced her discontent with a “hmph” at the sight of her butt, unnaturally smoothed in the middle and oddly squared off. As she bent and twisted to inspect, she could just make out the leak guard of the pullup on the edge of her buttcheek where the shorts flared a bit and cut off. “Mom, tell daddy to go get the black denim shorts. Oh or maybe one of my sundresses”, Cara ordered, still pouting at the obvious pull-up outline. She could even see a bit of pinkness peeking out at the back of her thighs where she had been spanked earlier. At least that wouldn’t be so obvious in the other clothing options either. She couldn’t believe her mom would be so careless as to leave a pink spot for anyone to see she’d been spanked. And what was her dad thinking with these shorts?! It was just like her parents to do something stupid like this and then complain when she sent them back to do it the right way. “Cara, if I were you, I would turn that attitude off before you find yourself over my lap or your father’s again. Those shorts are just fine and dad is certainly not going back and forth just because you couldn’t make it to the potty”, Patrice was saying, and as Cara turned, appalled at the response, the small girl blushed at the sight in front of her. “Now, mommy is going to use the toilet, then we can both wash our hands and go back to the car together”, her mother said, while already lowering her own black lacy panties beneath her dress and lowering herself onto the porcelain throne. Cara felt the comments like a slap to the face, and blushing, she felt like a chastened little girl waiting for her mommy to finish on the big girl toilet while she waited there in her thick padding. No need for her mother to even ask Cara if she needed the toilet, she had just been changed out of her wet pull-up moments before. The threat of another spanking was enough to keep her quiet as her mom finished her business then flushed, but when she was called over to the sink where her mother took her hands and helped her wash, Cara had had enough. “MOM! I’m not some stupid little kid, stop treating me like one!”, she blurted, pulling her hands out from her mom’s grip and splashing soapy water all over in the process. “Cara, stop!”, her mother scolded, pulling paper towels from the dispenser and blotting up the mess. Once that was finished, she took her daughter’s hands again, and pushed them back under the faucet before saying, “Cara Mae, you are being treated the way I feel you need to be treated based on your attitude and actions. If you show me that you can behave like a girl your age should, then that is how I will treat you. For now, I’m treating you like a child because that is what you are showing me you need”. Once the water stopped running, Cara stood there noting the large wet spots on her own tank top as her mom stepped aside and got more paper towels which she used to dry both her own hands and Cara’s. Once that was finished, Patrice looked around and found a small stool, probably for smaller children to reach the sink, and pulled it over. Sitting herself down on it, she pulled Cara closer, reaching for her shorts just as Cara realized what was happening. “Mom, no! No! I didn’t even DO anything! Mom stop!”, Cara sputtered as her shorts and pull-ups were lowered, albeit not much, the thick double padding not allowing much movement, though still allowing her mom to bare her butt cheeks. Yeah it hasn’t been letting me post today, that’s actually why I didn’t post the story section until now. I’ll try to edit it!

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Hello, I'm finally back, I'm going on vacation now, hallelujah, it's two weeks now, I'll update more frequently Chapter 6: "The Weight of Submission" The aquarium ballroom shimmered like an underwater paradise, its walls lined with towering tanks filled with exotic fish that swam lazily in the dim light. The rich and powerful mingled beneath cascading chandeliers, their laughter echoing off the glass as they discussed trade agreements, alliances, and rumors of war. In one corner, Princess Ruby and Princess Sienna stood locked in a heated argument, their voices low but sharp enough to cut through the hum of conversation. Sienna’s icy blue gown gleamed under the chandelier lights as she crossed her arms, her expression smug yet calculating. “You always assume you know best, Ruby. But sometimes, even *you* need guidance.” Ruby arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her crimson curls catching the light like flames. “Guidance? From *you*? Please, Sienna. You’re only here because our families want to merge power.” Before Sienna could retort, Alexandra appeared at their side, bowing slightly before speaking in a formal tone. “Your Highnesses, forgive the interruption. I believe I have found someone worthy of your attention.” Both princesses turned to her, their animosity momentarily set aside. Ruby tilted her head curiously. “Oh? Do tell.” Alexandra straightened, her armor glinting faintly in the light. “A young girl named Mira. She is… intriguing. Compliant yet defiant, clever yet vulnerable. I believe she may be the perfect candidate for your selection.” Sienna’s lips curled into a slow smile. “Perfect for whom, though? Surely we must test her first—to see which of us she truly suits.” Ruby studied her cousin carefully, sensing the challenge behind her words. “Agreed. But let us not waste time. Have her brought to me immediately.” Sienna raised a hand, halting Alexandra before she could leave. “Wait. Not so fast. I don’t trust Catalina with such delicate matters. Let *me* oversee this testing phase.” Ruby frowned, clearly displeased but unwilling to argue further in public. “Very well. But if anything goes wrong, the responsibility lies with you.” With a curt nod, Alexandra departed, disappearing into the crowd. Sienna watched her go, her mind already plotting how best to break Mira’s spirit. In the kingdoms where Sienna hailed from, littles had no rights—they were nothing more than dolls for the powerful, tools to be molded and displayed. Mira would learn quickly that resistance was futile. --- Meanwhile, deep within the castle halls, Catalina carried Mira effortlessly despite her protests. Mira squirmed in the Amazonian’s grasp, her small frame dwarfed by Catalina’s imposing height and muscular build. The corridors stretched endlessly before them, their high ceilings adorned with intricate carvings and gilded accents. Ornate tapestries depicting battles and regal ceremonies hung on the walls, their colors vibrant against the polished marble floors. Every step echoed ominously, amplifying Mira’s growing dread. “There’s no use struggling,” Catalina said calmly, her voice laced with amusement. “Everyone ignores the tantrums of a little girl. No one will hear you.” Mira clenched her fists, hating how true those words felt. She glanced around desperately, searching for any sign of help, but the halls were eerily empty. There was no escape—not now. Finally, they reached a grand bathroom designed specifically for Amazons. Its sheer size made Mira feel impossibly small; the mirrors stretched from floor to ceiling, reflecting endless versions of herself sitting atop a massive changing table. The marble countertops gleamed, and silver fixtures sparkled under the soft glow of sconces. It was opulent—and suffocating. Catalina placed Mira gently on the table, unfolding her skirt to reveal her bare legs. Mira shivered, both from the cold surface beneath her and the humiliation of being treated like a child. “You littles are always getting dirty,” Catalina remarked casually, retrieving a damp cloth from a nearby shelf. She began wiping at Mira’s dress, her movements deliberate yet gentle. “Just finish cleaning up, and we’ll leave.” Mira opened her mouth to protest, her earlier sip of punch giving her false courage. “But it wasn’t me who got dirty—it was you!” As soon as the words left her lips, she regretted them. Catalina paused, her expression darkening as she stared down at Mira. Slowly, she lifted Mira’s dress higher, exposing her lack of a diaper. Her tone turned icy. “Girl, but answering me?” Mira froze, her heart pounding wildly. Before she could respond, Catalina leaned closer, her voice dripping with menace. “You littles should all wear one. Don’t worry—I’ll take care of it after a correction.” Panic surged through Mira as Catalina laid her back against the table, pinning her down with ease. Trapped and powerless, Mira realized she had sealed her fate. Tears welled in her eyes as she struggled weakly, but it was no use. Catalina’s strength was overwhelming, her dominance absolute. Summoning what little courage she had left, Mira managed to wriggle free for a brief moment, bolting toward the door. Her feet slapped against the cold marble floor as she ran, adrenaline fueling her desperate bid for freedom. But Catalina was faster. With two long strides, she caught Mira mid-flight, scooping her up like a ragdoll. “No!” Mira cried, thrashing in her grip. “Let me go!” Catalina spun her around, holding her firmly as she bent down to meet Mira’s terrified gaze. “You thought you could run?” she asked softly, almost kindly. “My dear, you are perfect—perfect for submission. Resistance only makes it harder for you.” Her villainous smile sent chills down Mira’s spine. For the first time, Mira understood the full weight of her situation. She wasn’t just fighting against Catalina; she was fighting against an entire system designed to crush her spirit. And as Catalina carried her back to the changing table, Mira knew she had lost this battle—but not the war. To Be Continued.

22. Something felt off as he waited for Amy to come in to change and feed him, but it took Chris a little time to figure out what it was. Despite all the obvious activity on the other side of the door, with suitcases slamming shut and hurried footsteps crossing the room, there was no conversation at all. Nothing. Not even a quick “hand me that” or “excuse me,” or hushed whispers. Perhaps each of the women was so absorbed in their own tasks that they remained focused to the exclusion of the others around them, but it still felt strange with each voice-free minute that passed. He began to worry that something was wrong. His concern grew deeper when Amy finally did enter the nursery. She remained silent as she fed Chris his bottle. He could see the dark circles under her eyes and the tension in her countenance as she drew her lips tight. Her eyes stared off at some other part of the room, unfocused and dull. She changed his diaper mechanically with none of the usual mommy-baby chatter. He would have welcomed even some of the humiliating teasing that he normally loathed. When the bellhop arrived to load their luggage onto the cart, he realized that no one remembered to feed him breakfast. Were it not for the strict prohibition on his saying a single word, he would have damned the consequences and asked what was going on. Any number of scenarios played out in his mind, none of them good. Amy’s mother took control of Chris’s stroller as the group walked down the path in the direction of the resort’s office, then veered off toward the parking lot while the three sisters went to check out. He was shocked to see his car seat had been moved into Nana’s car with his fully stocked diaper bag sitting on the seat next to it. He scanned her face for clues as she strapped and locked him in, not even waiting for the other women to return before starting the car and heading toward the exit. She finally broke the silence the moment the car exited the front gate. “You don’t need to be concerned, Kristie,” she told him. “No one died. Your mommy and aunties got into a discussion last night that turned a bit animated and lasted most of the night without a resolution. They plan to continue the conversation during the car ride home. Grown-up stuff that’s best spoken outside the presence of someone your age. Mommy will join you at home later, sweetie.” Her words did little to comfort Chris but clearly nothing more would be forthcoming, so he settled back into his seat to focus on his own, ongoing internal discussion with himself. If he hated the treatment he’d received since that first night he was put into a diaper, why didn’t he put up more of a resistance? It wasn’t enough that he didn’t want to hurt Amy’s feelings, or that this was the best way to be supportive of her emotions. At some point it all crossed a line that should have been the last straw, yet he did nothing or only offered token resistance. In retrospect, he could identify several key moments where any rational man would have said “enough,” regardless of the consequences. Why was he so passive? As the miles and minutes passed and he considered the situation from every conceivable angle, he always ended up with the same conclusion. The unanswered question, then, became what to do about it moving forward. And he couldn’t answer that alone. Once home, Nana appeared distracted and nervously looked at her watch with increasing frequency. She did manage to stay focused enough to change and feed Chris before securing him in the playpen. Chris’s concept of time was skewed when he was babified, without any watch, clock, or phone to assist, but he guessed they’d been back for around two hours before Amy arrived. She froze inside the door and stared at Chris with sad eyes until her mother led her into the kitchen. Their voices were indistinguishable and muffled, leaving Chris’s imagination to again dart into unpleasant arenas. Time crawled until the pair of women reentered the living room, with Nana exiting shortly thereafter, but not before giving Amy a hug and what appeared to be a short pep talk. Chris watched with trepidation as Amy walked in his direction before opening the gate of the playpen and extending her hand toward him. He began to crawl toward her but stopped short when she spoke to him for the first time all day. “No, please stand up and walk, and join me on the couch,” she told him. “I need to speak with Chris, not Kristie.” Chris wobbled across the room and lowered himself next to her, but not before she spread a waterproof pad on his side. “Mom said she didn’t discuss anything with you, but you’ve got a good sense of observation so I’m sure you detected a tension in the air among the grownups…I mean the other adults. I’m going to do the best I can to summarize long hours of conversation and debate, and I know you’ll have questions, but please let me finish without interruption because this is difficult for me. Then you’ll have a chance to talk. In fact, I’ll need you to talk. For Chris to talk. “It started last night with Lily. Maybe she had a little too much to drink, or maybe she just wanted to provoke me like siblings do, or maybe she genuinely started to have some concerns. I don’t remember her exact words and it doesn’t really matter what her motivation was, but in essence she challenged my treatment of you—our treatment of you—and suggested that we’d taken things too far to protect me from my ‘inner demons,’ which were her precise words. That maybe we needed to step back and discuss whether you were really a willing participant down your regressive path. Whether we crossed a line.” Chris winced as he heard his own phrasing coming out of her mouth. “I’ll spare you the details for now, but our conclusion was that in an effort to help me, my sisters and I lost sight of what was best for you or even what’s best for us as a couple. Now, that doesn’t mean that you’re blameless in all of this, because you dealt with your own guilt at not finding the magic solution to pull me out of my depression by just complying with everything I did and even volunteered to have Lily make you incontinent of your own accord. We talked at length about whether it would have made any difference if you’d resisted but never agreed upon an answer. I want to hear from you on that. “But first, I want to apologize, Chris. The last week at the resort, and much of what led up to that, must have been hell for you. And you put up with it, went along with it, because of me. And I love you for that. And to be honest, I don’t remember the last time I was so happy. But I need you to put aside your hesitancy to be upfront with me and talk about how you honestly, truly feel about where we are now and how we got here.” Chris paused a long time before answering, unsure what he would say. These were the very questions that he’d been pondering for longer than one night and morning and he began to doubt if the answer he’d formulated represented his true feelings, or if he was still bending to Amy’s will. Beyond that, it’s one thing to create an answer in your mind and quite another to verbalize it. Amy’s penetrating gaze into his eyes, though, demanded that he say something. He’d have to wing it and hope something meaningful eventually stumbled out of his mouth. He’d have to be careful, though. It was clear that Lily hadn’t confessed that the surgery that made him incontinent wasn’t his own idea and he didn’t think it would be a good idea to throw Amy’s sister under the bus. Admitting that might also erase all the goodwill he’d scored with Amy when she thought he’d asked for it himself. “The best answer I can give you, Mommy, err, Amy, is that I honestly don’t know. I’ve been confused about everything that’s been happening since the beginning, but especially my own behavior. I’ve never been one to stand up to people, you know that, but that doesn’t mean I’m a complete doormat to the point of allowing everyone to step all over me. At some point when people push me too far I push back, or at least hold up a stop sign. At the very least voice my objections before letting them proceed anyway. I recognize I didn’t do that here. Maybe at least a part of me liked what we were doing.” Chris startled himself with the words that came out of his mouth. He’d kind of come to that conclusion earlier that morning but saying it out loud made it seem more real. He searched Amy’s face for her reaction and might have seen the sides of her mouth upturn slightly, but he wasn’t sure. In for a penny, he thought, and continued on. “At least that’s one possibility that I, or we, need to explore further. One thing I can tell you is that I miss my adult life, but if we went cold turkey and gave up all of this, the diapers and the babying, I think I’d miss that too. Everyone, from complete strangers to your sisters and even you, treat me differently when I’m Kristie. For the first time in my life I felt totally accepted and unconditionally loved, and at times kind of got pleasure from being the center of attention even if it was having a dirty diaper changed in public. I saw and felt first-hand what the word “affection” means. Please don’t take that the wrong way. Before all of this started, I know you loved me and I want that relationship back. But when we were Mommy-baby, it was different. Not better or worse, just different, and I liked it both ways. I want it both ways. So I guess the question I still haven’t answered for myself is how to make that happen. There have to be limits, whether it be actions, or duration, but I think it’ll take time to admit to myself what I accept and what I don’t. For example, I’m open to discussing being your wife or girlfriend as we move forward, but have a billion questions. So maybe what I’m saying is that everything’s on the table but whatever path we go down has to be taken together. You can continue as the dominant partner and make most of the decisions, but within the framework that the bigger ones have to be joint and that all along the way we stop once in a while to evaluate where we are and where we want to go. I don’t want to give up being your baby, but I don’t want Chris as an adult to disappear either.” Chris stopped to take a breath, only to hear a loud ‘blart’ emit from his rear, immediately followed by a familiar odor, which sent Amy into a fit of giggles. “Chris,” she said softly as she took his hand. “You couldn’t have answered that better than you did. I know I went too far, but I confess I don’t have any regrets at bringing out the infant in you or in any of the treatment, but understand that whatever journey we have ahead of us needs to be a democracy, not an authoritarian rule. To some extent, anyway. I love you as Baby Kristie but realize now I also want grownup Chris in my life. Although,” she grinned as she plugged her nose, “we have to face the fact that even adult Chris is a few years away from being potty trained. C’mon, baby, let’s get that toxic diaper changed, get something to eat, then we can spend the day in bed talking.” Amy leaned over and pulled Chris’s head to her, where to couple held a kiss for a long, long time, before she took his hand and led him upstairs to, in more than one way, clear the air. The end

Little Bee: Chapter 1 Note: this story takes place in the world of “Classified: A New Life” as written by Brutal_Ink. I hope that I can do justice to their wonderfully creative work and compelling world setting. Credit as well to @destinedfordiaperstories on Tumblr for expanding the world with their phenomenal story “Sammy’s Little Problem” Classification Day. If there were two words that struck more dread into the heart of an 18 year old, nobody had spoken them yet. Classification Day, also known as the last day of Senior Year, was the day that every high school senior would find out what their future would look like. The graduating class received their test results today, and would be classified as Caregivers, Littles, or Neutrals based on a wide variety of testing of genetic markers, enzymes in the blood, and various other measurements, profiling, and characteristics, both biological and mental. The CGL Gene that was discovered after the evolutionary shift in humanity that had become known as the Great Mutation usually began to manifest after the age of 18, so the school year was scheduled to end shortly before graduating students would begin to see the changes their genetics would make to their bodies and minds, which is why test results were given out towards the end of the last day of school. Caregivers developed powerful instincts to care for those in need, as well as higher physical strength to aid them in this task. Caregivers often, but not always, adopted Littles and made sure they were happy and safe. Those that did not adopt always pursued careers that cared for and protected others. Littles were the opposite, they found themselves regressing to an earlier stage of childhood and losing varying degrees of muscle mass, motor skills, emotional regulatory abilities, and toileting skills as most found themselves effectively incontinent and irrevocably requiring diapers at all times. Level 1 Littles regressed the most, and were essentially infants. Level 2 Littles retained the vast majority of their motor skills and other faculties, their largest sectors of regression being a complete loss of potty training and significant reduction of their ability to keep their emotions under control. Tantrums were common among Level 2 Littles, and they all needed diapers as well. Level 3 Littles regressed the least, retaining much of their emotional control as well as their potty training in many cases. While some still needed diapers, many level 3 Littles needed only Pull Ups for the occasional accident, as well as nighttime, with some even being able to wear normal underwear. Neutrals saw no changes, and were essentially the same as Humans before the Great Mutation, accounting for slightly more than half of the total population. Jamie Holbrook stood in the school’s Common area, feeling a bit of trepidation. She was quite attractive, many would say cute. Petite, slender, and a Ginger, Jamie stood only 5 feet, 2 inches (157 cm) tall and weighed around 108 pounds (49 kg) if she were soaking wet and had a brick in her pocket. Jamie’s alabaster skin was dotted with freckles, and she wore her red hair in twin braids. Behind her oval-rimmed glasses, her green eyes were focused on the pristine white envelope she held. She was about to see what the future held when a piercing shriek resonated through the Commons. Apparently, Chelsea Taylor, known as the Queen of Mean, had received her results. Chelsea was one of those kids that had everything handed to them, and didn’t know what honest work even was. Chelsea’s family was wealthy, and she herself was stunningly beautiful. Tall and blonde, she knew how gorgeous she was, which was probably the root of her long list of character defects. She was an entitled, spoiled brat that thought she was better than everyone else and frequently asked if they knew who she was or who her father was and had tormented Jamie’s small circle of friends from as early as First Grade. Like Jamie, Chelsea came from a long line of Neutrals, so the results of her being a Neutral as well were all but guaranteed. Furious, she stomped up to the lab technicians that had been charged with distributing the test results. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? There is NO WAY this is right! Do you not even know how to run a blood test?” she demanded to a woman wearing a lab coat, her black hair in a tight bun. “I’m sorry, Miss…” “Taylor! CHELSEA TAYLOR! Do you know who I am?” This kind of scene was all too common on Classification Day. When someone couldn’t accept what their test results were, the responses were usually grief or extreme anger. One could teach a college level course on the Five Stages of Grief simply by observing students on Classification Day. Clearly, Chelsea was still in the first stage: Denial. The lab tech had seen this exact scene play out time and time again, a scene Jamie was watching. “No, Miss Taylor, I don’t know who you are. What seems to be the problem?” the tech asked, knowing perfectly well what the problem was. Right on cue, Chelsea moves into the second stage: Anger. “It’s these bullshit results! Level 1 Little? With all the Neutrals in my family? How could you get something so simple this wrong?” she shouted. Blinded by her anger, the Queen of Mean had no idea she had just spilled the most delicious tea that this class of Seniors had ever heard as she continued her tirade. Chelsea was one of those unpopular popular girls that was firmly entrenched in the top 5% of the social hierarchy, with the other 95% hating her due to her entitled attitude and Godzilla-sized superiority complex. Jamie noted that Chelsea had moved into the third stage: Bargaining. She was making good progress. If she had applied herself this much to her studies, the academic world would be losing quite the scholar with her soon transitioning into a Level 1 Little. “There…there has to be some mistake, right? This isn’t supposed to happen, maybe….maybe you could run the tests again?” The lab technician sighed heavily. This part was never easy. “Miss Taylor, I understand that these results are upsetting, it’s only natural. However, I can assure you that, as difficult as this is to hear, they are accurate. Our testing is exhaustive, the results triple-checked for accuracy. However….” the tech writes down a number on a sticky note and gives it to the fallen princess. “If you call this number you can request further review. For now, I suggest you report to the Nurse’s office, as you will need to be properly diapered before you leave here, you will begin to see changes very soon, so you had best be prepared. Good day.” Jamie couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. Where was this lab tech all her life to smack Chelsea down when she was….well, being Chelsea? The now-deposed Queen of Mean lowered her head for probably the first time in her life and shuffled by Jamie and a few other onlookers, having moved on to the fourth stage: Depression. All of them wore expressions of sympathy and pity. Chelsea was a bitch, sure, but nobody deserved this. Her life was essentially over, she would spend the rest of her days as a gurgling infant. The only upside being that she would more than likely no longer remember what she had lost as she endlessly emptied jars of baby food and filled her diapers. She glared at Jamie and hissed “I suppose you think that’s funny?” Before Jamie could respond with something even remotely decent, that any normal human with a shred of compassion or empathy would say, her best friend in the world, Leon, showed that he had woken up today and chosen violence. Leon Black was as nice a guy as you’d ever meet. A loyal and protective friend with long blonde hair and blue eyes, he was always trying to get Jamie to laugh. However, he had a tongue that could cut like a surgeon’s scalpel, and he wielded it with similar precision. He wasn’t one of the popular kids, which is why he and Jamie were friends. That said, nobody messed with him for fear of getting flayed to the bone by his lightning wit. By Sophomore year, he had turned so many of his classmates who had tested him into laughingstocks, the kids that liked to pick on others had decided it was best to just leave him alone. Leon was a wordsmith, and he did not hesitate to serve a plate of gourmet roast to people that clearly had it coming. The boy had simply never met a bear he didn’t want to poke with a sharp stick. Luckily, Leon could also fight, so his fists could cash the checks his mouth wrote. “Come on now, Chelsea, it’s not that bad! I mean, you’ve had people waiting on you hand and foot your whole life, what’s even gonna change,” Leon paused to take a sip of his soda, “besides your diapers, that is?” he said, the brazen teenager clearly getting payback for all these years of Chelsea making their lives tough. Chelsea couldn’t believe it, that this smartass…..NOBODY….would dare speak to HER like that. She opened her mouth to respond, but thought twice and instead launched a slap at Leon’s face. Unfortunately for Chelsea, Leon’s reflexes were almost as quick as his wit, and he swayed back out of range, the Queen of Mean’s attack completely missing him. “Hey! We don’t hit!” Leon shouted in the same tone a parent would use to admonish an unruly child. “Don’t worry Chelsea, no doubt Gucci makes some really cute onesies and frilly diaper covers. You’ll be just as fashionable as ever, I’m sure!” Rather than continue her fruitless battle against an unconquerable foe, Chelsea concedes defeat, but not before making one last attempt to save some of her soon-to-be nonexistent dignity, once her days became focused on bottles, burping, baths, and blowouts. “If someone like ME is Level 1,” she spat, “Then there is no way that a smart-mouthed, evolutionary dead end like you could possibly be anything else but Level 1 as well.” She then turned on her heel and stormed off towards the Nurse’s Office, where further humiliation in the form of a thick, fluffy diaper awaited her. “Aight, cool, see you at daycare!” Leon called after the departing Chelsea, who paused for a second, then continued on, having clearly entered into the final stage of grief: Acceptance. Jamie, who had been holding her laughter, immediately started in on Leon. She began playfully swatting at her razor-tongued best friend as she laughingly scolded him as she so often found herself doing. “You asshole….you unbelievable asshole,” she said, her voice a loud whisper mixed with laughter. “Chelsea’s as awful as they come, but not even she deserved that! What if YOU end up Level 1?” After parrying the last of Jamie’s assault, Leon grins and laughs before speaking. “Bitch please, I could be classed a Level -100, and revert to a sperm cell they have to inject back into my old man’s nutsack, and that would have still been worth it. If I’m a Level 1, I would meet my fate proudly, for I have at long last slain the Queen of Mean, and now I am awaited in Valhalla. I shall ride eternal, shiny and chrome.” Leon says while posing dramatically with his easy, warm laugh, referencing the film Mad Max: Fury Road. “WITNESS ME!” This is why Jamie loved Leon’s rogueish charm. He treated her as the little sister he never had, even though they were the same age. He always knew how to make her laugh. “You…are SUCH a prick.” Jamie retorted, letting some of her own laughter free of the pit she was forced to banish it to. “Don’t you know Little Abuse is illegal? Forget prison, you’re going to HELL, and I’m going with you for saying this, but that was awesome, Leon.” She couldn’t explain why, but she felt nervous today. At the start of the day, she wasn’t worried about her results. She came from a line of Neutrals even longer than Chelsea, but with what happened to her, a small seed of fear had crept into her heart. “You got your results?” she asked her friend. “Right here,” Leon said, holding up his white envelope. Leon’s family had a pretty good variety of Littles, Neutrals, and Caregivers, so there was a very real chance that he would end up in daycare with Chelsea. For all his cavalier attitude and jovial nature, Jamie knew her friend better than anyone. He was terrified, his joking and boasting a cover. Leon was no fool, he knew what was at stake here. He took a deep breath, and tore the envelope open. With shaking hands, he unfolded the sheet of paper. Leon read the document, his eyebrows raised, then furrowed. Jamie respected Leon’s privacy enough to refrain from trying to peek at the sheet he was reading, but the confusion he felt was unmistakable. “Dude….what the….what the hell?” he asked rhetorically. “Leon, what does it say, man? I know it doesn’t take that long to read one word and maybe a number,” Jamie said. In response, Leon flipped the paper around so Jamie could read it. Written plainly on the sheet was Leon’s Classification: BLACK, LEON JAMES: CAREGIVER. “Well, I’ll be damned,” Jamie said, surprised but not that much. “I don’t get it,” Leon said, more confused than anything else. “I’m a soulless monster, not a Caregiver.” Jamie rolled her eyes and sighed, her frustration with her clueless friend peaking. “Dude, have you just not been paying for like, your ENTIRE life? Looking back, you’ve had Caregiver signs the whole time I’ve known you.” Jamie said. Leon’s confusion has not yet been pierced. “That’s crazy, what do you mean?” “Well, think about it, you’ve been looking out for me for as long as I’ve known you. When we were kids, and your mom would take us to the pool, who kept on me to keep applying sunscreen so my little Ginger ass wouldn’t get cooked? It was you, Leon. That time in 3rd grade when I forgot my lunch, you shared yours with me. When I stayed over at your house, and that big storm knocked out the power, and I was freaking out because I’m scared of the dark, who was there for me? You, stupid. When I broke my arm Freshman year, you carried my books. Who picks me up every morning for school because I don’t have a driver’s license? You.” “That’s because you’re my best friend, Jamie. You know I love you and I got your back, right?” Leon retorted. “It’s more than that man, you take care of EVERYONE. Yes, you’re an asshole with a smart mouth that I am REALLY surprised hasn’t gotten you killed at this point, but that’s just a front. I KNOW you, we can’t hide from each other. When it REALLY counts, when it REALLY matters, you come through 10 times out of 10. You’re a freakin’ rock, dude,” Jamie explains. Leon nods as he recalls all the moments Jamie reminded him of and realizes that she is right. “Yeah…you’re right, you’re SO right. I’ve always just wanted to help, I guess now I know why.” “Duh.” is all Jamie says. She hands her envelope to Leon. “Here, open that and tell me I’m a Neutral.” Leon takes the envelope and chuckles, “Yeah, right,” he says while opening Jamie’s envelope. After opening the sheet of paper containing the biggest non-spoiler in the history of Classification Day, Leon’s eyes widen for just a moment, then he gets a devilish grin on his face. “You want your results? Come get ‘em!” he says as he takes off down the hallway, away from the Commons. What Jamie doesn’t see are the tears in Leon’s eyes as she takes off after him, shouting “HEY! NO FAIR!” Leon leads Jamie to an empty part of the school hallways, not far from where their former lockers now stand empty, and comes to a stop. Jamie catches up, grinning, and punches him on the arm. “Dick,” she says with a laugh. She takes a moment to catch her breath, and notices that Leon isn’t laughing, he ALWAYS laughs his fool head off when teasing her like this. The seed of fear in Jamie’s heart has now taken root. “Hey man, what’s your problem, what’s….Leon…what’s going on?” she asks, worried. Jamie has known Leon long enough to where she knows when he is and is not messing with her, and the rogueish trickster’s demeanor is completely serious. He takes Jamie’s hand into his and looks into her green eyes. “Jamie, I brought you here because I didn’t want you to find out in the Commons and act up like Chelsea. You’re a Little,” he says, his heart breaking for the cute redheaded girl that has been his best friend from the time they met. They had never even considered dating, because they were too much like brother and sister and didn’t want to make it weird. “I’m sorry.” “What? That’s stupid, I’m gonna get you for screwing with me like this, and I’m ESPECIALLY gonna fuck you up for making me run, and…” Leon cuts Jamie off by simply shoving the piece of paper with her Classification into her hands so she can see for herself. There it was, in plain black and white, unmistakable and final: HOLBROOK, JAMIE LYNN: LEVEL 2/ LEVEL 3 HYBRID LITTLE What little color Jamie naturally possesses in her face vanishes, her features as pale as moonlight. She wasn’t going to shout and curse like Chelsea, but it still didn’t seem real. Her family had been “Oops, All Neutrals” for so long she had begun to question if she even HAD a CGL Gene. With all the subtlety of a haymaker to the face, Jamie now knows that she does, and she knows her CGL Gene’s plans for her future. As the inevitable tears begin to fall, Leon wraps his arms around the petite redhead. Standing at an even 6 feet tall, 8 inches taller than Jamie, he engulfs her in his arms and holds her head close to his chest. At this moment, Leon realizes that he truly is a Caregiver. His heart is torn to shreds for his friend, as he tries to remember lessons and protocol that he only half paid attention to in class. “It’s ok, Jamie, it’s ok, I’m here.” Leon didn’t know much about this whole Hybrid business, but what he DID know was that every Little was sent home in either a diaper or a Pull Up. Accidents were quite common, especially with the anxiety and heightened emotions the Classification of Little tended to cause. Leon knew that the Nurse’s Office was their next destination, before Jamie had an accident herself. Jamie had begun to panic, her breathing becoming shallow and ragged as tears continued to stream down her face. Her voice is meek and timid as she looks up to her friend that could continue to take his first steps into adulthood, while she would never get the chance. Instead, Jamie would be returning to the days of having her diaper changed and early bedtimes. “Leon…what am I gonna do? My dad…he….he HATES L-Littles. He’s a meanie, always…saying such awful things, and…and, there are no Caregivers in my f-f-family to…to take care of m-me. I don’t wanna wear a diaper….” Jamie says between her sobs, her last statement close to whining. Leon can’t explain it, but he KNOWS what to do. His instincts guide him, and he tightens his embrace on Jamie and softly reassures her while stroking the back of her head. “Shhhhhh…..it’s okay, I’ve got you, sweetie. Just listen to my heartbeat, ok? Maybe this Hybrid stuff means you won’t need diapers or something. There’s some Level 3 in your Classification too, you know? We can ask the School Nurse when we see her. Let’s catch our breath, and go there now, think you can do that for me?” he asks, his voice a gentle caress. It becomes clear to Leon from Jamie’s recent use of “no fair” and “meanie” that she is already showing signs of the early stages of her transition, and what she asks him next galvanizes his assessment. “Why?” she asks him timidly. “You know why, Jamie,” he responds. “She’s gonna want to DIAPER me, I don’t need it, I’m not a baby,” she says indignantly. “I know, but they won’t let you leave without protection. I know you don’t need it, but we have to see the nurse. Let’s see if we can get by with a Pull Up, ok?” Leon says to try and placate his friend. “No. I don’t want to. I don’t…” she begins before Leon cuts her off. “Jamie,” he says firmly, “this isn’t something you can refuse. Look, if you fight and try to delay, you’ll only be proving that you DO need to be in a diaper. However, if you play along and don’t fuss, I’ll bet you the Nurse will think a Pull Up is all you’ll need. Come on, honey, work with me here and let’s split the difference, ok?” Jamie hated this so much. She hated how scared and alone she felt, she hated that she had to impose on Leon like this, and most of all, she hated that he was right. She sniffled one last time as she somehow managed to bring her tears under control, and nodded in agreement. “You….you won’t tell anyone what I’m wearing, will you?” Jamie asks sadly. Taking Jamie by the hand and gently leading the stunned, unsteady girl towards the Nurse’s Office, Leon shakes his head. “Come on now, you have to know that I’d never do that to you. We’ve kept each other’s secrets for years, why would I stop now?” “It’s not gonna be a secret for long…” Jamie says, feeling a pout coming on. Leon nods. “Well, when you're right, you're right I suppose. We can deal with that later. For now, it IS still a secret from everyone except you, me, and pretty soon the nurse, so let’s take advantage of the distraction Chelsea so generously provided to make a clean getaway.” Jamie nods as the two friends approach the Nurse’s Office. Mercifully, it is nearly deserted, as all the other Littles have reported in and gone home. Jamie realizes that Leon’s little prank of running off with her Classification results wasn’t just to lure her away so she could hear the news privately. He did it to give the crowd of new Littles needing diapered time to thin out at the Nurse’s Office, so that Jamie could face this trial free of prying eyes and have just a few precious extra moments to prepare herself. Such a shame, she thought, that he wouldn’t be eligible to adopt a Little for several years. He was taking to the role wonderfully, even at this early stage. Still holding Jamie by the hand, who by now has assumed the timid demeanor of a child in trouble, Leon opens the door and gently guides her in. The school nurse, seated at her desk and tapping away at her computer, no doubt updating the student medical files with their new Classifications, looks up at the newcomers. “Well, I thought all the new Littles had already all been seen,” she says in a friendly manner as she gets up and approaches Leon and Jamie. “Don’t worry, we’ll get this over with as soon as possible. Can I please see your Classifications so I know what to get you?” Leon goes first, showing his Classification papers. “Uh, I’m just here to help. You know, support my best friend through a tough time?” he says. The nurse smiles warmly at the kindhearted (but acid-tongued) young man just beginning his journey. “I can already see that you’re going to be a wonderful Caregiver, Mr. Black. If you choose to adopt a Little when you’re able, it’s the most wonderful thing. It isn’t always easy, but it is very rewarding,” she says while Leon nods and subtly steps back while nudging Jamie forward. Figuring out that she’ll need to diaper Jamie, based on the crestfallen teenager’s silence and very noticeable desire to hide, she feels a great swell of pity for the cute redheaded girl. The nurse loved caring for Littles, but seeing them on Classification Day, when they had just had their entire lives upended and their futures rewritten, stolen, some would say, was the absolute worst part of the job. It killed Caregivers like herself to see these kids at this moment, when they needed a hug the most but were still too proud or angry to accept it. “Thank you, Mr. Black, I’ll take it from here. If you could wait outside and close the door, I’ll have your friend ready to go in no time at all. Isn’t that right, Ms…..” Jamie stood silently before realizing that was her cue to speak. “Oh...um…H-Holbrook. J-Jamie Holbrook” she says as she raises her arm to hand over her Classification paperwork. Jamie breaks down in tears and confesses “I’m a Little….” The Nurse’s Caregiver skills and instincts are so finely tuned she has Jamie wrapped in a hug before she can finish her statement, hoping to head off a major breakdown. Jamie does not resist, instead returning the Nurse’s gesture. “Hey, hey, it’s ok, sweetheart, it’s ok. I know everything seems so hard right now, and you may not believe me, but it does get better. It really does, I promise you.” The Nurse takes a look at the shaking, sobbing teenager’s paperwork while still holding on to her. She raises an eyebrow at the unusual Classification results. “A Hybrid? I’m sure that’s very confusing, but it’s not unheard of. Now, let’s get you all set, I imagine you’d like to get home and get some rest, hmm? It’s been a pretty big day after all, but it’s almost over. All the buses will have left by the time we’re done here, so do you have a way to get home safely?” the Nurse asks as she disengages the embrace and takes a step back to size up Jamie. She measures the new Little visually to see what size and style of diaper is right for her. Managing to bring her sobbing under control, Jamie answers the Nurse’s question. “Uh…yeah. M-my friend, Leon, he’s who I came in with. He…he picks me up for school and takes me home. He’s…he’s really good to me. I uh, I don’t have a driver’s license.” The Nurse steps over to a cabinet and opens it. Predictably, it is filled with various kinds of diapers in various sizes. She continues the conversation as she starts extracting various supplies. “Well, that’s for the best. All Littles have their driver’s licenses rescinded when they register as Littles, so that’s one less thing for you to worry about. Okay sweetheart, I need you to get your shoes and pants off, then hop up here so we can get this done” she says, patting the examination table and holding a plain white diaper that Jamie did not doubt would fit her perfectly. “FUCK! This is it!” Jamie thinks to herself as her fight or flight response chooses flight. She backs away from the table, stammering. “W-w-w-wait…just….just a minute…..” she squeaks out. They always did this, every one, every time. As soon as that diaper comes into play, the desperation kicks in. The Nurse sighs, her heart aching for this scared young girl. Still, she didn’t have time for this. “Jamie, honey, I know that this is really upsetting, but I also know that you know that this is going to happen, one way or another. Think of your friend, Leon. Do you really want to have an accident in his car while he’s taking you home, after he’s been so good to you and helped you get through today?” Jamie, threatened with the diaper, jumps at the Pull Up. “I know…it’s just….I’m not ready. I know everyone says that, but….can…can I have a Pull Up instead?” Jamie asks. “Jamie, your Classification is as a Level 2 and 3 Hybrid. We don’t know which aspects are going to be at what levels. It’s too early to say what kind of protection you’ll need, if any. I just want to play it safe, and start at the top. If it’s more than you need, you can step down to something lighter, and there won’t be any messes to clean up. Work with me here, sweetie. These are actually really soft and comfortable once you get used to them. I have to get SOMETHING on your bottom before you can go” the Nurse reasons, trying to lower Jamie’s anxiety before she suffers an embarrassing accident. “I know….I know, you’re right.” It’s…just…can’t we go in the opposite direction? Start at the bottom with what goes on my bottom, and I can go up if I need it? I’ll clean up any messes, honest,” she pleads. The Nurse finds what Jamie says next absolutely soul crushing. “Please…please let me pretend I’m still a big girl for a little while longer…” The Nurse’s Caregiver instincts take over, seeing a way for Jamie to salvage at least some dignity from the situation while still getting the adequate protection the redheaded Little requires. “Ok Jamie, we’ll do things your way,” she says, seeing Jamie’s expression brighten just a little bit by the Nurse letting her have her way. “Here’s what I’m going to do: I’m going to give you a Pull Up, and I want you to put it on. While you’re doing that, I’m going to put a little starter kit together for you. I’ll give you a few diapers, some Pull Ups, wipes, and powder. This will give you a better idea of what you’ll need when you go to the Little supply store. You can wear what you want, but promise me that if those Pull Ups aren’t enough, you’ll change into a diaper. Tonight, when you go to bed, I want you to strongly consider a diaper. Most Littles need more protection during the night, so please just work with me here, ok honey?” Jamie nods eagerly, ready to comply if it will keep her out of diapers for even a few more hours. She hops up on the examination table, and begins to untie her shoes. As she kicks off her sneakers, the Nurse wordlessly glides by and places an unfolded Pull Up on the table, remaining close in the event her aid is required. Jamie stands, and unbuttons her pants before sliding them down her legs, leaving her in just her t-shirt, socks, and panties. Jamie picks up the clean white Pull Up and examines it, but can’t quite figure out which side goes in the back. She looks to the Nurse, her expression asking for help. “It’s like this, this mark here on the waistband goes in the back, and the longer parts of the stretchy sides are also meant to go in the back, see?” She says before continuing her lesson on basic Pull Up features. “The seams on the side are tear-away, so it’s easy to take off once it gets wet.” She runs her hands up through the leg holes, and stretches the absorbent underpants out while kneeling down. “Now, take off your panties, and step in, please” Still preferring this to an outright diapering, Jamie slips her underwear down her legs and steps into the Pull Up. The Nurse slides it up her legs, and pulls it up tight against Jamie’s petite frame. She then shows the Ginger Little how to run her fingers along the leak guards to make sure those are sitting properly. Jamie is mortified, but complies nonetheless, knowing what the alternative is. “There we are, all snug and protected, as all Littles should be,” the Nurse says with a smile as Jamie bashfully examines her new underwear and moves to get accustomed to the feel. “Feels like…like a really big pad,” Jamie says, wincing. “Still, it’s not so bad. You were right, it does feel really soft.” “See? I told you it would be ok.” the Nurse says as Jamie pulls her jeans back on over the Pull Up and buttons her pants. She then picks her shoes up and finds a chair, and quickly slips them back on before tying the laces. As she is busy with her shoes, the Nurse comes over with a box. “4 Pull Ups and 4 diapers in your size, powder, and wipes. You will need to get to a Little supply store and get some diapers either tomorrow or the next day. I know this seems like a lot, but it can run out really fast if your potty control slips too far, and the Pull Ups aren’t enough. So once you have a general idea of what you need, get to the store, ok honey?” the Nurse tells a furiously blushing Jamie as she hands the box over. As Jamie turns to finally leave, the Nurse has one last thing for the new Little: a red lollipop. “Here, take this as a reward for not fussing too much, I promise it will make you feel better. You can even have it right now,” guessing from Jamie’s shy behavior that she will be the kind of Little that likes to be given permission. Jamie takes the lollipop and thanks the Nurse for her help. She’s still embarrassed to have been essentially diapered by the gentle Caregiver, but knows that in the back of her mind, in the places she rarely has the bravery to go, she’s right. She unwraps her reward and begins to suck on the sweet red candy, and in spite of herself, must admit that it is both very tasty and is already beginning to calm her frayed nerves as she moves to exit the office and rejoin Leon. What she does not know is that the candy is actually laced with a mild anti-anxiety medication meant to calm new Littles on this, the first day of their new lives, and make them better able to handle the difficult conversations and harsh truths that are to come.

Fortunately you don't have to get up, shower and dress for a 9 to 5 job. Nice if you wake up at 4am with nothing to rush off to. Relax, take your time changing your diaper, play video games and enjoy the morning.

"I'm a man", thought Brett, "If I want to wear make-up then I can and nobody can stop me." He planned ahead, badly. Foundation, lipstick, eyeliner, mascara and eye shadow. But the lipstick was bright red, not a good look with his skin tones. Even that was nothing compared to the eye shadow, a Prussian blue which without blending and skill wouldn't match anybody's skin. The Fourth of July was approaching and Brett decided to celebrate in style. His fraternity was having a barbecue, fireworks, two of the local sororities in attendance. Just the right time to prove he had the balls to dress his own way, show that society couldn't constrain him. His efforts with the foundation were patchy but passable, although he found himself washing it out of his moustache with a toothbrush. After that the lipstick, his lack of experience creating a smeared mess. He washed that off, ended up washing his whole face, starting again. The foundation still wasn't great but the lipstick was better this time. Not to the standard he saw on girls but he'd forgotten lip liner and anyway, he could wear it his way. He'd bluff this one out, admit he might need some practice. The eyeliner proved more of an issue. Not just poking himself in the eye, getting neat lines was proving impossible. Soft cotton pads dabbed in water removed the evidence, and Brett decided to skip straight to the mascara. That turned out to be tricky too, streaks of black on his eyelids but his lashes filled out, looked feminine by the time he finished. Just the eyeshadow to go and Brett went crude, just covering his eyelids with it, stopping at the top of his eye sockets. It was bright and very blue, making the lack of symmetry obvious to everybody that saw it. Strangely though Brett didn't notice, or perhaps didn't care. Brett wasn't a crossdresser, didn't want to transition, hadn't bought any female clothing. He just wanted to wear make-up and was happy with his look so got dressed in matching clothes, a loose blue t-shirt and short red sports shorts. It was too warm for socks and so he slipped on some open toe sports sandals and headed out. As he entered the yard he saw people noticing him. They were raising eyebrows, then looking away and smiling or laughing. Some of them didn't look away first. "Uh, hi Brett," said one of the Sorority girls, "I thought you were already in the frat?" "I am," said Brett, frowning in surprise. "Oh!", she replied, "So that's not a pledge hazing thing?" Brett glared at her. "Shut up you stupid cow," he said aggressively, "I choose what I wear. It's Independence Day and I'm showing my independence." That was a bad move. Sororities move together, speak together. Act together. Brett was immediately surrounded, angry girls staring him down and talking over each other. "Hon, those just aren't your colours," was the nicest of their comments, in amongst putdowns and criticisms. "You look stupid, little boy." "You put that on with a shovel?" "My two year old sister is better at make-up." "He does look like a small girl trying on her big sister's paint, yeah." The barrage of scorn and ridicule deflated Brett's ego. His hurt expression just spurred the girls on. "Aww, is little baby going to cry?" "Careful, your mascara will run!" "It's ok sweetie, we'll wash you clean and make sure you get a nice clean diddie for bed." The noise and gathering had drawn attention from the fraternity boys. One of them guffawed at that last comment but challenged it. "Hey, Brett's no baby. He's.. she's just looking to experience being a girl." Another frat member followed up. "That true Brett? You want to be a girl?" Brett shook his head. "No, I'm just here to celebrate July 4th with y'all. Back off, don't make me get mad." Another male voice spoke up, "July 4th? But you're only wearing red and blue. Where's your white Brett?" This time a female voice responded. "Oh, we can sort that. Little baby girl needs a nice thick white diaper, and we can replace those nasty shorts with a nice red cheerleader skirt. Won't you just love that baby Brett." "What the fuck are you on?" retorted Brett, "No, I don't want your twisted games." "Good man," said one of his frat buddies, "I mean, good girl. See ladies, what Brett wants is what you all want. An admiring circle of men around him while she's on her knees, all of them hot for her, ready to give her a proper facial. Then her face'll be red, white and blue. What do you think Brett, you gonna be the star of our party today?" Brett backed off in disgust. He'd been in that circle of men more than once, had no desire to be the object of their lust. "No. Seriously guys, what's wrong with you?" "With us? Nothing," said one of the men, "Right ladies?" The girls all agreed. "So what's it going to be Brett? Diaper or facial?" "Neither!" exclaimed Brett, "None. Screw you all, I'm going home." As he tried to force his way through the circle of girls he felt hands on his arms, an arm around his waist, several men holding him back then, as he fell in his struggles, holding him down. "Looks like Brett couldn't decide," said a gleeful voice, "I guess we just need to make him - sorry, her - red white and blue on her face and in her clothing. Ladies, go get that diaper and a nice skirt, that thick padding forcing his knees apart with the skirt teasing us all will make sure it's a bukake session to remember." As a Sorority member ran to her car to fetch the needed items another one called out. "Bring the rope too, baby Brett here will need preventing from undressing herself." The speaker turned to Brett and added, "Once the boys have finished with you you're ours, for the whole weekend. Little dependent Brett, we're going to have fun with you. Oh, don't cry, we'll clean your face. In the morning, when we change your diaper."

Does anyone else like their diaper peeking out abit? I like to wear my camo skirt all’s with my hello kitty shirt and a little diaper peeking out the bottom

Amazing! I love when they are intimate!

I don't usually like to comment on stories pre-maturely but this is awesome stuff. Can't wait to see it continue! Also stealth dropping chapters back to back like that is golden. I know I shouldn't expect that kind of pace be maintained but it's still awesome!

Chapter 36 On the way back to their tents, the Red Six walked together in the darkness, guided by their flashlights. Near their tents at the edge of the clearing, Tim gathered his friends. “Turn off your flashlights,” he instructed. In the total darkness, with the clear sky, the Cubs could see more stars than they had ever seen back home, including the bright streak of the Milky Way, and the Big Dipper. “It’s amazing!” Daniel whispered quietly. “We should work on our Astronomy Badge next time we go camping,” he suggested. Everyone else stood in silence, taking in the night sky. Eventually, they started to get cold. It was time for bed. “We should go to the bathroom so we don’t have to get up at night,” Tim suggested. Most of the Cubs found a convenient tree away from the tents on which to relieve themselves, while Jan went off to the pooping log. Soon, Daniel, Dustin, and Kyle were in their tent. “It’s getting cold! I’ll be glad to get into my sleeping bag.” Dustin said, shivering a bit. The night air was already approaching freezing at their high, clear altitude. Both Daniel and Dustin stripped down to their underwear, then thought about what to do next, with Kyle in the tent. “Should we just get this done?” Dustin asked Daniel, pulling an Attend out of his pack. Kyle saw what Dustin had brought out of his pack. “Is that a diaper?” Kyle asked, confused by the large size of the brief. “Uh huh,” Dustin said, somewhat apprehensively. “We’re going to get ready for bed now. Did you bring a diaper for bed?” Meekly, Kyle reached into his sleeping bag and pulled out an XL Huggies diaper. “I wanted to wear Pull-Ups, but Mom said if I wanted to stay dry, these are better,” Kyle explained. “Pull-Ups didn’t work for me either,” Daniel said encouragingly. “We understand. Do you want help putting that on?” Daniel asked, kindly. “I can do it myself,” Kyle replied, defensively, proceeding to start changing into his diaper inside of his sleeping bag. In a minute, Daniel and Dustin heard the tapes rip and stick, and Kyle was ready for the night. “Let’s get this over with,” Dustin said, somewhat embarrassed they couldn’t get their own diapers on right. Dustin laid on his sleeping bag. He handed his Attend to Daniel, and quickly took off his underwear. Since baby powder smelled and they were in bear country, Daniel proceeded to tape Dustin in quickly, and successfully. Kyle watched, but didn’t say anything. Next, it was Daniel’s turn. He handed his Attend to Dustin, and took off his underwear. In a minute, Daniel was taped in securely. “Can’t you guys do that yourselves,” Kyle said, unclear on why two older boys couldn’t diaper themselves. “With three tapes, making these diapers fit isn’t easy,” Dustin explained, turning around and crawling into his sleeping bag. “Youth diapers have more tapes than baby diapers, since they’re bigger.” Kyle was embarrassed to be reminded he was wearing baby diapers, and didn’t question further. “What do you hope we get to do tomorrow?” Daniel asked his tentmates. “I hope we get to go fishing,” Dustin told his tentmates. “I want to go swimming,” Kyle replied. “I hope we go hiking,” Daniel said. “It’s supposed to be nice tomorrow, and the leaves are turning yellow on the trees. “I hope we get to do all three,” Dustin thought aloud. Daniel and Kyle silently agreed. After a few minutes, they all turned off their flashlights. Soon, they were all asleep. The boys had three very different dreams. Dustin was on the creek bank near Tim’s tent, fishing. Because it was ‘mountain man’ camp, he had a stick, string, and a fishing lure to fish with. The lure was very shiny, and soon, he had a small trout on the line. As soon as the small trout started fighting the lure, a very large trout, seeing the smaller fish’s struggle, swallowed the small fish whole. This happened quickly, catching Dustin off-guard. Because he was using a heavy string to fish with, the large fish dragged him from where he was sitting on the creek bank, into the pool below. Dustin quickly started floating down what became a raging torrent, away from camp and his friends. Dustin woke up, wetting himself. His diaper, however, did its job. He enjoyed the warm, squishy feeling before going back to sleep. Daniel had a dream where Lizzy was babysitting him alone at his house. Daniel’s parents and Matthew said goodbye to Daniel and Lizzy, and would not be home until the next afternoon. As soon as Daniel’s parents had left, Lizzy went upstairs and showed Daniel what was in her overnight bag. The bag had eight teen-sized Pampers in it, a pacifier, onesie, and footed pyjamas. “Can you babysit me?” she asked Daniel sweetly. Daniel’s thoughts said ‘yes’, so Lizzy led Daniel by the hand to his bedroom, which now had a large changing table and crib. Lizzy kissed Daniel on the cheek, before starting to get undressed for her diapering and babying. She laid out the onesie and pacifier so Daniel could dress her, and stripped down naked. Daniel took a diaper from her bag, and was about to diaper Lizzy, when he woke up. Daniel was slightly wet, and wished he hadn't woken up from such a good dream. It was a long time before he fell back to sleep. In Kyle’s dream, he was back in preschool. He had wet his pants again, and had to play in an uncovered Huggies diaper for the rest of the day. It was just after lunch, and Kyle feared nap time because he might have an accident. This time, he wet himself just thinking about nap time. The other kids made fun of him, and the teacher took him to be changed again. Except, the teacher was Dustin. “Only babies wear Huggies,” Dustin chastised him as Kyle was put into a thicker, more babyish cloth diaper. Kyle was now only allowed to wear the diaper without clothes. He saw his Dad come to pick him up from school while he played mostly naked on the playground. But, his Dad left him there, alone, ashamed of Kyle. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Kyle woke up crying, wet, and whimpering. His Dad had left his Mom in August, and Kyle hadn’t seen him since. Kyle’s parents had fought more bitterly and aggressively leading up to their breakup in August. Kyle, who had wet the bed once every few months, started wetting the bed more frequently, the more his parents fought. Kyle had heard his mother suggest diapering him when his bedwetting became near nightly in June. His Dad bitterly resisted his Mom on this point, insisting she not diaper Kyle. Kyle started having pants-wetting problems, being so traumatized by his parents fighting constantly. His Mom bought him Pull-Ups secretly in August, but a few days later his Dad found out. The explosive fight that followed led to his Dad leaving him and his Mom, without him even taking his belongings. They hadn’t seen him since, though apparently he had moved to the other side of the country, the police reported, after Kyle’s Mom had filed a missing person’s report. Kyle’s diaper hadn’t completely done its job. It was soaked, but it had leaked a little. Kyle took a towel from his pack, and laid it across the damp spot. He then took off and bagged his soaked diaper, and taped on a new one. Soon it was quiet in the tent, and Kyle fell back asleep. None of the boys had further dreams as vivid as their first. In what little sleep they got the rest of the night, their dreams were fragmentary, and they frequently woke up, wondering when morning would come. Eventually, dim twilight started showing through the trees. The low ridge from which the road descended blocked the morning sun at the Red Six campsite. The morning was cold, and the large tents the Red Six had chosen didn’t hold heat like the more compact, crowded Blue Six tents. Kyle had wet again after changing his first diaper, but Daniel and Dustin hadn’t wet after their first dreams. Both Daniel and Dustin had to pee, and used some of the remaining capacity of their diapers to meet that need without going out into the cold. “Is everyone awake?” Daniel asked his tentmates, shivering a little in the Autumn morning cold. The other boys sleepily answered yes. “Did your sleeping bags stay dry?” Daniel asked. Dustin answered yes, but Kyle meekly answered “mostly.” “How bad?” Daniel asked, concerned Kyle would be freezing cold in a wet sleeping bag. “Just a little,” Kyle answered. “It’s mostly dry now. I put a towel over the wet spot. It’s OK,” Kyle reassured his tentmates. The boys started getting dressed for the day. Each boy placed his wet diaper(s) in sealable plastic bags, and hid the bags deep in their overnight backpacks. Soon, they were all dressed in warm clothes. “I’m going to go to the poop log, then to try to soak off some of this pee smell at the creek,” Daniel told his tentmates, grabbing the toilet paper and a washcloth. Dustin and Kyle went down to the nearby sandbar by the creek to wet their washcloths, while Daniel went to poop. Daniel sat on a comfortable part of the log to do his business. As he was wiping himself off, he heard a rustling noise behind him. Daniel turned around quickly, knocking the toilet paper off the log into a previous heap of excrement. “Just a deer,” Daniel saw, relieved. Half the toilet paper roll was lost, but the other half salvageable by unwinding the contaminated layers. Daniel finished wiping, and headed for the creek for a quick wipe-down to hopefully remove the urine smell on his skin. Dustin and Kyle were already heading back to the tent when Daniel arrived at the sandbar beside the creek. “This would be a nice beach, if it wasn’t so cold,” Daniel thought to himself. He stared at the smooth pool, and saw several small to medium sized fish in its clear depths. “If I can get a rod, I’ll try fishing this morning,” he thought to himself. Soon, Daniel had stripped down, bathed himself in the shallow water, and dressed. As Daniel went back to his tent, Baloo approached. “Good morning, Daniel. How did you and your tentmates sleep?” he asked. “Good,” Daniel said. “We’re all up and dressed. When’s breakfast?” “You three and I are the only ones up,” Baloo explained. “Pancakes and hot chocolate will be served in an hour, around 9:00.” “Since I’m awake, can I try fishing? I saw fish in the creek,” Daniel explained. “Let’s ask your tentmates if they want to join us,” Baloo said. Dustin and Kyle were happy to just stay warm in their sleeping bags, so Baloo got himself and Daniel a rod from the Cub Pack equipment box, and went back to the sandbar. At the beach, Daniel tied on his own lure. It was a Panther Martin #2 red and yellow speckled spinner with a small feathery tale. He had caught fish with that lure before, he remembered. After a few minutes, the sun started rising above the ridge, and Daniel could easily see the many fish in the pool. A few fish followed his lure, but it took several minutes before a fish took the bait. Daniel set the hook after the fist bite, and started reeling the fish in. Unseen to either Baloo or Daniel, a large bull trout saw the smaller, struggling fish, and swallowed it whole, latching itself onto Daniel’s line. The bull trout was almost two feet long, and was very strong. Daniel staggered forward into the shallows, getting his runners, socks, and pants wet, before Baloo grabbed his collar. “I’ve got you,” he reassured Daniel. “Can you handle it?” “I think so!” Daniel answered, exhilarated. Baloo slowly backed Daniel onto dry land as Daniel maintained a death-grip on his rod, finding the large, strong fish a challenge to reel in. Thankfully, the creek wasn’t very wide, and the bull trout was trying to retreat to its home in the deepest part of the pool, only 20m away. Eventually, the trout was tired and near the beach, and with a last effort, Daniel dragged it onto the smooth sand. The trout twitched furiously, which finally dislodged it from the lure. Before they could grab it, it was back in the depths of the pool. The first trout, however, was still hooked, though gouged about the head by the bull trout’s teeth. It was dead, and Daniel had a fish. Daniel sat on the beach exhausted, proud, but somewhat disappointed the big trout got away. After a minute of holding the rod and remaining fish, Baloo unhooked it and gave it to Daniel. “That’s happened to me, too,” Baloo said, knowing Daniel’s disappointment. “But, you have one fish, with huge teeth marks in it to show the others. I’ll clean it here, and we can share it with your Six at breakfast. Sound good?” “Yah,” Daniel said, cheering up a bit. “And can we keep the head a while, to show how big the other fish was?” “Of course,” Baloo replied, becoming more cheerful himself. “I’ll take care of the fish. You should go change into dry clothes before you get sick. It’s freezing cold out.” It was true. There was frost on the grass, though Daniel hadn’t noticed it. He went back to his tent, ready to tell his tale.

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Have you actually looked? I've seen various nieces of mine wearing them. A quick Google search turns up lots of different brands for sale. For the most part they are non waterproof diaper covers. A 5 pack from Walmart.

Cara's just too stubborn and it might take more than just a spanking for her to maybe change.

Made an account just to say that this story is AMAZING so far!! I love your previous work and thank you for sharing this really fun story ❤️ Have a wonderful day!!

Don't ever just throw a new diaper out. They make great stuffers in adult diapers. In my teens I read a AB/DL story; and got turned on. I don't have enough cash to buy any diapers then. I found some old silver safety pins and a t-shirt pinned it on (it did not look or feel right) I put 2 more t-shirts. That was better on the bulk and thickness. Later I bought a pack of baby curity cloth prefolds for stuffers and some real baby pins.

I only have two pair of plastic panties that do not have rhumba's on the butt. One has lace around the top and legs, the others butterfly prints. I do not wear them as often as I wear my ruffle butt plastic panties.

Only on the Weekends A slip up finds a teacher’s weekend fantasy taking up more and more of her time. It all started off innocently enough; on the weekends Lilly would spend hours watching ddlg porn or reading age regression stories online. She promised herself it would only be on weekends but the more she read and watched, the more playful she became. What started out as her wearing just a t-shirt and panties in her home and playing with a paci turned into ordering ddlg clothing online and hiding it in her dresser. She stopped wearing thongs and started wearing fullcut cotton panties with princesses or childish patterns; Something cute she could wear under her regular clothes at work. She even bought a couple of onesies that she carefully tucked into the back of her closet. She found an online site that let her play out her fantasies even more, she would take a picture of herself in just her panties holding a stuffy over her face asking if there was a “mommy out there for a new little?”. She set up an instagram account for her “little” life and would post pictures of her sucking a paci or asking for suggestions on how to sneak more “little” into her life. She was very careful not to show who she was or get too personal with anyone that messaged her. She was a teacher after all and if she were “busted”, there wouldn’t be a second chance. Parents would think she was a deviant and her career would be over. She promised it would only be on the weekends… Chapter 1 Lilly checks her lighting and adjusts her outfit before putting on her fox mask and starting recording. At 5’1” she “looks” the part of a “little” when she’s wearing her pink onesie and thigh high socks with kittens on them. Well almost, her surprisingly full bust of a 30C throws off the look but at the same time she’s always been appreciative that her boobs make her look more “adult” when she’s out on the town. She smirks at the thought of that paradox… she looks down and sees that she already has messages from some of her followers. “Take off the mask baby, you have nothing to hide.” -AbdlLover134 “When are you going to let us see your face?” -BigDaddy But the last one really catches her eye: “When will you admit that you are just a little girl that needs a mommy to teach you how to be a good girl while at the same time have you whimpering like a puppy begging to cum?” - AgeGapMommy Lilly blushes and teasingly put a heart eyed cat emoji reaction. She then commences her planned routine of dancing around in her childish outfit and then feigns that she “forgot” to go potty and then runs away before shutting down her camera for the day. “AgeGapMommy” she thinks to herself. She’s never seen her before but her comment was pretty hot! She plops down on her bed and starts responding to comments from her post. She prides herself on being responsive to everyone that takes the time to say something. Especially now that she’s doing “live” posts. That took a lot of courage on her part since at anytime she could blow her cover and be seen. No “retakes”… She replies to AgeGapMommy with a little teasing comment and then her messenger lights up. “I told you.” “Told me what?” “That you were just a little girl that needs a Mommy.” “Maybe I do, maybe I just like teasing you.” Lilly smirks to herself. “Don’t try to turn this around, you sit there in your pretend adult clothes everyday while secretly wishing you could be the real you more.” “Why do you think that?” “I know it. See you said in your earlier posts that you only do this on the weekend, but you clearly work a Monday-Friday job.” “??” “Lol.. Because you’ve gone from posting a couple of times on Saturday and Sunday to posting Friday right around 5, sometimes earlier than that, today you are posting on Sunday night at 10pm so it’s clear that you A) Live on the east coast, and B) You *want* to be a “little” more than you get to.” Lilly closes the app and sets her phone down.. “shit…” she mutters knowing that someone has been able to call it exactly as it is. She does work a Monday-Friday job and as a teacher she is already home by 5. She lives in the city in eastern time zone too… she looks back at her phone and sees a notification. She considers ignoring the message “should I lie and say I live in Texas or something?” “Don’t worry little girl, it will be our secret.” “Actually I live in Texas.” She lies “Tsk tsk babygirl. Mommy doesn’t like a liar.” Lilly decides to push it further “I’m not lying, I live in Austin.” “Austin? I’ve been there. I love the river walk.” “Uh yeah, me too. I go there all the time.” She lies. “Really? That’s funny. Ever been to the Alamo? I’ve never been there but I hear it’s nice.” Lilly raises an eyebrow thinking that AgeGapMommy is trying to trick her.. “Um, the Alamo is in San Antonio.” “So is the riverwalk little liar.” “Shit..” Lilly mutters knowing she’s busted… How to play this off? She thinks. “Oh no! You got caught me Mommy! What ever will you do to punish me?” She giggles sending the reply. “Well for starters you will admit your lie and tell me that I was right about what I said earlier.” “You’re right, I do work a regular job and I live in eastern time.” “Good girl, that’s the first step to being better.” Lilly sends a smiling emoji. “But now there is the matter of punishment for being naughty. Would you like that? Would you like to be punished for being naughty?” Lilly is feeling a little heat between her legs.. “well this is getting kind of sexy.” She says lying back on her bed. “Yes ma’am.” “Good girl, in that case I want you to turn over into your tummy and pull your panties down over your bottom, but don’t take them off ok?” Lilly slides off the bed and bends over reaching back and unsnapping her onesie and slides her panties down just enough to expose her pert backside. “I did it.” “Good girl… Now Mommy needs to give you 10 slaps on your bottom but since I’m not there you will have to do it yourself.” “Yes ma’am.” “Mommy will need proof. You will take a picture of your bottom before and after your spanking.” “Ok… I’ll do that.” “Good girl.” Lilly quickly sets her phone up on her ring and after getting positioned takes a picture of her upturned ass. “I took a before one, do I spank myself now?” “No! You will spank yourself at my command. Now bend over and get ready for your spanking.” “Yes Mommy,” “Ok I’m ready.” “Good. Now tell me who is a bad girl.” “Me.” “Slap your right cheek hard now.” Lilly spanks her right cheek and winces. “I did it.” “Who wants to be a good girl?” “Me!” “Slap your left cheek hard twice.” Lilly smacks her left cheek twice wincing again… “Why did you lie to Mommy?” Lilly feels heat building between her legs.. “Because I was being naughty?” “That’s right. Now spank that naughty right cheek hard three times.” Lilly’s breathing increases… she reaches back and spanks her right cheek as hard as she can and bites her lower lip… “Such a naughty girl, I bet you are getting worked up at the thought of Mommy taking control of her little brat. Spank that left cheek twice and tell me I’m right.” Lilly spanks her left cheek and can feel welts from her fingers.. “I DO like it.. Oh God it’s making me hot thinking about being a brat!” “Oh I know, now spank your left and right cheek and promise me you will try to be a good girl and know you need Mommy to keep your naughty bottom in line.” Lilly slams her hand down in both cheeks with an audible yelp and responds with “I promise I’ll try really really hard to be a good girl!” pressing “send” and then quickly reaching her hand down to her heated sex for relief.. as she starts rubbing her wet vagina her phone lights up again.. she reaches for it with her free hand and then gasps at the message. “Did you forget to take me an “after” shot?” “Oh Mommy I’m sorry, I will!” She quickly takes a picture of her red cheeks. “Goodness little girl, does Mommy have to remind you of everything?” “No, I’m sorry… I was distracted.” “Oh I know you were but did Mommy tell you your punishment was over?” “No?” “That’s right. Now you will put your camera up so that Mommy can see your bottom on display while you stand in the corner for 10 minutes; don’t you dare move your panties or touch yourself, naughty girl.” “Yes ma’am.” Lilly says turning her phone stand and wiggling her way to the corner, her panties still just below her red cheeks. After five minutes that feels like an eternity she starts squeezing her thighs together pushing her cotton panties up and down on her worked up slit. She sees her screen light up but doesn’t move since she can see the clock.. As soon as the clock changes she rushes to her phone and sees another message of instructions from her “Mommy”. “Now to finish up your punishment you are to take one more picture. Mommy needs to know exactly how naughty your kitty is by taking a “live” of your panties sliding away from your slit.” Lilly blushes knowing that her panties are definitely wet “down there” but she takes the picture as expected and is shocked to see the cotton gusset stick to her vagina and there was even a little “snail trail” when it finally pulls away. “Ok, I took the last picture. Do I send them to you now?” “No silly, you need to let everyone know what a bad girl you’ve been. Post them all to your account and tell them why you got a spanking and how wet that made you.” Lilly blushes at the thought to posting pictures of her bare ass AND her wet panties… What if someone figures out who she is? “That’s stupid girl.. who would recognize you by your vagina?” She giggles before setting the post up as required. “Besides, this has been super sexy!” She says as she posts the photos and explains that her Mommy made her do it. The phone lights up immediately with notifications from her followers “Damn girl! Momma really let you have it.” “That’s a naughty bottom indeed.” “Wish that was over *my* lap!” Lilly giggles at the comment and then sees a new message: “Good girl. Now I have another little girl to play with so you go ahead and rub your little slit till you cum like you wanted to earlier. Mommy will talk to you again soon.” “Another girl?” Lilly frowns. “What the fuck?” She puts her phone on the charger with a huff but then slides her hand down her waist and quickly reaches orgasm. “Would have been a better one if she didn’t ruin it saying I’m not the only one.” She frowns and then closes her eyes for bed. She DOES have work in the morning after all..

Chapter 49 Lilly’s head is swimming, it’s 2AM and for the first time in her life she’s living the “party girl” scene. Her current situation? Lying on a couch at a fetish club on the sexier side of the city, far removed from anywhere she’d ever heard of before. Her head is on Constance’s lap and she’s drinking a mixed drink from the bottle her mommy added to her backpack. How’s her night been? Well… “I’m going to need to see some ID on this one.” The doorman says to Constance as she starts to enter a trendy club downtown. Lilly blushes since he didn’t even ask to see Constance’s, 6 years her junior but between her height, curvy body, and sexy costume, she looks older than the small girl in the Princess dress with cat ears and Mary Jane’s.. “22? You fucking with me?” He says eying her driver’s license. “No sir… I’m.. that’s me.” “It’s true, she’s a teacher. She’s just little.” Constance says leaning forward exposing a little more cleavage that catches his eye. He looks back at Lilly with a raised eyebrow but then looks at Constance’s tits and then shrugs his shoulders. “Fuck it. Be a good girl in there and don’t cause any problems.” He hands her back her ID. “She won’t, she can’t help it that she’s built like a little kid. Her costume doesn’t help. I told you Lilly! You barely pass for an adult in professional clothes, this costume choice makes you look like you should still be in training panties!” Lilly isn’t amused by the dig considering she’s far beyond getting to wear cotton underwear.. “Come on girl! I’m ready for a drink!” Constance says pulling the “leash” of Lilly’s backpack and the small girl nervously scoots past the entrance. “He didn’t even ask for your ID.” “Cause I look like and adult. You look like my little baby.” They approach the bar and Constance orders a martini. “And what about you?” “I’ll have… um… “ Lilly never really went out much and she acts like a 1st timer… “Make her a cute little pink drink. She’s a virgin.” Constance says making the bartender laugh. “You got it.” she says winking. “Hey but can you do me a favor?” “Sure doll.” She replies “Put her drink in this, to complete her costume.” Constance says handing the bartender a baby bottle she pulled out of Lilly’s backpack. “Awesome. You got it.” She says taking the bottle and removing the nipple. Constance looks over at Lilly and can tell she’s blushing even in the darker lighting. “Baby? It’s Halloween, you’re just playing the part to these people right?” Lilly shrugs.. “Here you go.” The bartender says handing Constance her drink “and here YOU go babygirl.” She says in a singsong voice handing the bottle to Lilly. “I’m Erica if you need anything else ok ladies?” “Thanks, I’m Constance and this is Lilly.” “Cute.” Lilly and Constance took to the dance floor and while Lilly loosened up dancing with Constance, anyone looking got an eyeful of her white ruffled panties while she moved her body to the music. Several drinks later and she admits to Constance that she’s wet her diaper, but she tells her she already knew since Lilly was grinding her crotch against her thigh while dancing. “Do you think you can change me here?” “Why would I change you baby?” She says reaching under her dress and squeezing the sodden padding. “Feels like you have plenty of diaper left for more little accidents.” She then turns the smaller girl around and pulls her ass against her dancing again. A few songs later and both women are to the breaking point, what started as quick kisses and light touching on breasts or sliding a hand down from a hip to her ass has turned into making out on the dance floor… Lilly slides her hand up the inner thigh of her dance partner and instead of the typical commanding role, she feels Constance relax her leg and let her caress her thong covered sex.. this time it’s Constance that is biting her lip while her pet edges her towards an orgasm… “Come on baby.” Constance says taking Lilly’s hand and heading towards the bathroom. They push into a stall and without bothering to lock the door Constance reaches down and grabs Lilly’s panties and deftly pushes them down to the smaller woman’s ankles, Lilly yanks her feet through and loses her balance falling into Constance’s arms causing both girls to laugh. Constance reaches down and squeezes the diaper. “Maybe mommy needs to take this off.” Lilly nods her head in agreement and Constance quickly pulls the tabs and removes the heavy garment. “My turn!” Lilly squeaks out reaching up and pulling down Constance’s soaked thong. Their eyes meet, Constance gives Lilly a little smirk and Lilly knows what she wants… Lilly slides down to her knees submissively as Constance pulls up her dress revealing her slick sex peaking out from her pubic hair. Lilly looks up into her eyes and says “Can I have it?” And blinks her eyes innocently.. Constance answers her by grabbing the back of her head and pulling her face to her crotch. “Good girl… mommy’s almost there…” she praises her “little” as she continues lapping away at her swollen clit, “why don’t you take care of that little kitty of yours baby? Cum with mommy ok?” Lilly moans her response and then reaches a hand down and starts rubbing her own swollen sex, immediately pushing her over the edge, her strained breath causes Constance to cum thinking about the control she has over the smaller woman… Constance helps Lilly to her feet, “Turn around baby.” Lilly turns and Constance rewards her by slipping a finger into her soaked slit and using that as lubricant to finger her ass. Lilly starts moaning immediately “You like that baby?” “Uh huh!” “How about Mommy plugs that little ass of yours?” “Yes……” she moans Constance opens Lilly’s backpack and reaches in digging around until she pulls out a princess plug. “A princess plug for Mommy’s little princess.” She says sliding the toy up and down Lilly’s dripping labia. Lilly squeaks as Constance easily replaces her finger with the well lubed anal toy. “That’s a good girl.” Lilly turns around and starts kissing Constance passionately. “Let’s get you back in a diaper baby.” Lilly simply nods at the comment. “Here we go.” She says pulling out a thicker diaper than the simple white one she was wearing before. “It has little teddy bears on it baby, and you love teddy bears don’t you?” Lilly giggles looking at the pink diaper with cartoon bears on it. She open her legs and squats a little allowing Constance to get the diaper on correctly. “I’ll adjust this in a bit.” The diaper is much thicker and Lilly can’t quite get her legs closed together. She also notices that this one hangs lower and probably can be seen peeking out under her dress. “Do you like it?” “It’s so cute! And since it’s Halloween no one will care that they can see it!” She says in a childish voice. “I mean… I’m just a baby!” She giggles. “That’s right, you can be Mommy’s baby all night can’t you?” “Uh huh!” The two girls exit the stall and head back to the bar for more drinks. The more Lilly drinks, the less she cares about her diaper being on display, in fact, some people on the dance floor even comment on how cute her costume is telling her that with her size it’s the perfect costume. By the time the costume contest starts, a very drunk Lilly actually volunteers to take part. Strutting up to the stage to show everyone just how good of a little girl she can be. “Contestant 5, show us what you’ve got!” Lilly skips up to the mic and takes a sip of her drink from her bottle. “Hiya! I’m Lilly! And I’m going as.. well. A sweet little that just needs a mommy!” She giggles and takes another drink of her bottle. “So describe your costume Lilly.” “So like, I’m a pretty princess and um… well I hate to say it but….” She lowers her head “I’m not even potty trained so I have to wear this thick diaper!” She pulls up her dress exposing herself from her bellybutton down. The crowd gives an “Awwww.” Almost on cue. Lilly giggles “See? Everyone thinks I’m super cute. You should totally let me win!” She steps closer to the DJ showing how short she is “See? I totally fit the part.” She then gives a fake gasp and covers her mouth, “uh oh! I think I just wet my diaper!” Everyone starts laughing and clapping at her acting the part, little do they know she wasn’t kidding as her diaper slowly puffs away as her pee fills the padding. “Can someone change me? I’m too little to do it myself!” She beams and taking another sip from her bottle and posing, she heads back to the lineup to the applause of the crowd. Heading to the parking lot, Lilly giggles and takes another look at the trophy for Best Costume. “Do you think anyone knew I really wet?” “Probably not, they all thought you were just pretending. Mommy knows you couldn’t help it though could you baby?” “Well… maybe I wanted to go just a little.” Lilly laughs. “This was really fun. Thank you for getting me to come out tonight.” “You were super cute.” Constance says opening the rear hatch of her suv. “And in the bathroom you were super sexy.” “Why are you opening the back?” “Because *this* is the surprise I told you about, it’s early baby, and Mommy has another club she wants to take you to; but I have a different costume for you to wear for this part.” She says patting the carpet behind the third row seats. “Hop up.”

An interesting counterpoint to my previous update (relating an experience of somehow becoming aware of a bedwetting event occurring whilst dreaming about something else) happened this week. I’d gone to bed at around 11pm wearing a slightly wet Rearz overnight pre-fold diaper with a folded 24” x 24” baby’s terry nappy as a soaker pad. Fairly well protected, I fell asleep. Some indeterminate point later I was dreaming. Again, it was a kind of lucid dream. In it, I was lying in bed in the dark next to my beloved and I wanted to pee. It seemed that in my dream-state I was unaware that I was in a nappy since I was concerned that if I just peed, our bed would get wet, she would wake and I’d (once again) be in trouble. I lay there for a while thinking “Should I or shouldn’t I?” It was a cold night and I wasn’t keen on getting up to use a toilet (not that I would have done these even if I was awake as I was quite suitably dressed for peeing myself). Suddenly, my beloved stirred and got out of bed, presumably to deal with a similar issue. I briefly considered the moral dilemma of simply peeing in our bed whilst she was gone. It’s evidence of the sleeping brain’s poor capacity to make choices that I even countenanced doing this. It would hardly have been a long term solution. Her outrage would be guaranteed to eclipse the transitory comfort of relief and could be reasonably estimated to eventuate within at most a minute or two as that’s how long she’d likely be gone. If I’d just wet the bed with her still in it I might have gotten away with it for a little bit longer (fun fact: assuming that they are not making gratuitous attempts to bring attention to soggy affairs, sharing a bed that your partner has just peed in isn’t as obvious as it seems – at least at first). I then got it into my sleeping head that I’d peed (at least a bit) anyway and I needed to explore the extent of the damage at my pyjama pants (which I wasn’t wearing in real life – just a t-shirt and a nappy) and bedding. At this point I awoke. My beloved was still snoring beside me. Her departure for the bathroom was a figment of my dream. It wasn’t clear if I’d peed any more or not as I’d been a bit wet to begin with but I suspect not. I could feel that there WAS pee in my bladder. It was 2am – a time I know from experience to be a peak bedwetting zone. I relaxed, savoured the burst of wet warmth in my nappy and promptly fell back asleep. The interesting thing though is that on THIS particular night, something in my subconscious was hung up on me NOT having permission to just pee where I laid. The theme of this dream was that it would NOT be ok to just wet the bed. In my dream I fretted on this dilemma and eventually woke up either having not peed at all or at best, leaked a little bit. This narrative was the complete antithesis of last week’s dream scenario whereby I became aware I was wetting myself whilst in a dream but was completely convinced that this was “ok” and so I slept on dreaming my way through it. These examples illustrate to me that the kind of bedwetting we experience after prolonged permanent diapering is mental and not physical. We wet ourselves in our sleep not because we are incontinent but rather that we’ve re-patterned our brains to think that it is permissible and somehow, “ok” to pee in bed. If we DON’T think it is permitted for whatever reason, we wake up. The problem of course is that our sleeping brain isn’t very good at evaluating waking reality when making these choices. Confusion ensues which is what I suspect what drives the wet beds I’d rather not have had. The internal middle-manager down in the sleep-basement to whom we have delegated the authority to authorise peeing sometimes gets it wrong, or right, depending on your point of view but this is not predictable. This is probably the reason why sleep driving is universally considered to be a bad idea.

Sam just wants to leave the water park before any further humiliation could befall her. Unfortunately, her "Mommy" spots a ride they could go on together and, to make matters worse, Sam spots someone she didn't want to see. --- I am only able to devote as much time as I do to writing thanks to my wonderful subscribers. Writing is my only source of income and therefore I appreciate immensely everyone who supports me. For $5 you can see all of my story updates one week before the rest of the world. For $10 you get all the early stories PLUS 35+ EXCLUSIVE STORIES not available anywhere else AND early access "Livy's New Family: The Comic" Please check out the links below for more information, tiers, and rewards. https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Hoping that she would now be taken home Sam was left disappointed as Jade started to carry her around the park. Nobody spared a second glance at her, all anyone saw was a baby, but Sam still did her best to hide her face. Jade was seemingly not prepared to let Sam get away with just a few hours in the park. The pair worked their way round to where some of the less exciting rides were stationed. Sam was made to ride the merry-go-round and go on a completely uninteresting baby rollercoaster that barely had any dips with Jade next to her. It was whilst on the teacups and anxiously looking forward to leaving that Sam felt a pressure on her bowels for the first time. She was sat on her cousin’s lap and squirmed as Jade spun their cup around. “M-Mommy…” Sam said as they stepped off the ride a minute later, “Could we go to the bathrooms?” “Whatever for?” Jade asked, “Do you need a change?” Sam froze as Jade prodded her diaper in the middle of the path. It felt like everything Jade did was designed to be as humiliating as possible for Sam who cringed. Her diaper was wet from the pool but she hadn’t used it for anything else… yet. “I need to go…” Sam whispered when Jade was bent down next to her. “That’s what your diaper is for.” Jade reminded her. “Not here!” Sam’s voice took on a high-pitched whine even as she fought to keep her voice down, “There’s too many people!” “Babies don’t care when or where they use their diapers.” Jade said simply, “You would be much happier if you did the same.” “But I’m not a… Oh forget it.” Sam felt so much frustration. She had spent the whole time in diapers trying to convince Jade she wasn’t a baby and it didn’t seem likely she would be any more successful now than in the past, “Can we just go home?” Sam’s shoulders slumped as Jade took her hand and started leading her through the park again. She was determined not to embarrass herself any further. In response to stubbornness she felt her tummy rumbled and she was seized by a cramp that past after a few seconds. She shuddered. Still in the swim diaper she couldn’t even try to relieve her bladder to ease pressure, it would just pour everywhere and make her the centre of attention. “Oh, look! They let babies go on this one with their Mommies!” Jade said as she pointed towards a big log flume. Sam turned her head to the sign and saw that it indeed did say that younger children could ride. It had a minimum height requirement but also offered special harnesses for mothers or fathers to wear if they had children who were otherwise too small. To Sam’s shame Jade went straight to the employee near the entrance of the line and asked if she could get one of the harnesses. Sam had been begging the employee to say no but instead he was more than happy to attach the restraints to Jade’s chest and then help Sam sit in it. “Are you sure she’ll be OK?” The employee asked, “It can be quite a scary ride for little ones.” “Oh, don’t worry about her.” Jade replied with a smile, “She’s always been an adventurous baby.” Sam was left hanging in the harness, her head nestled against Jade’s cleavage. She was looking out at the queue and away from her cousin but with her arms and legs hanging limply she was unable to do anything. With all the people around she couldn’t even voice her discontent. The queue moved relatively quickly though it was still pretty long. Sam was bright red in the face, hanging from Jade’s chest like an infant. Occasionally Jade would pat her head or stroke her hair a little, Sam wasn’t able to pull away. She just hoped this was the last ride they were going on. Her stomach clenched as another cramp gripped her lower digestive system. The problem was only getting worse and as Sam twisted and turned to try and relieve the pain she heard Jade chuckle from behind her. “Don’t be nervous, Sam.” Jade said, “You’re safe with Mommy.” Sam knew that Jade knew she wasn’t anxious about the ride. She had been on many more exhilarating thrill rides than the flume she was currently in the queue for. The pair began to climb the stairs towards the top of the ride. There was a second queue that was much faster moving. It appeared to be for people that had bought a priority queue ticket. Sam was rather surprised Jade hadn’t done the same thing, money wasn’t a problem for her after all. Maybe dragging the day out was part of the “fun” for her. They had just reached the top of the flume and were to get on the next boat. Sam looked down the cascading water where the last group had just hit the bottom sending walls of water up on either side of them. She felt butterflies take flight in her tummy as she clenched the muscles at the bottom of her bowels. She just had to get down to the bottom, then she could beg again to be taken to a bathroom or… “Sam?” The voice was familiar. Sam instantly knew who it belonged to and her whole body froze. She thought like she might suddenly throw up, surely her worst nightmares couldn’t be coming true. She barely dared to breathe. “Sam? Is that you?” Sam stared straight forwards as her face heated up to the point she thought steam might come out of her ears. Maybe if she ignored the voice coming from the queue next to her it would all be alright, they’d go down the ride and disappear, Sam wouldn’t see them again. Unfortunately for Sam she wasn’t in control of where she was looking. Jade had heard Sam’s name being called out and turned to face the priority line. “It is you! Oh my… What are you doing like that? Is… Is that a diaper?” Sam was now looking across the small metal fence that separated the two queues straight at one of her friends from college. Tiffany had shared a house with Sam throughout the three years they had spent together and their parting had been quite emotional. It was a horrifying coincidence that she had chosen to go to the water park on the same day Jade had taken Sam. That coincidence was the last thing on Sam’s stunned mind though. Her friend looked very confused at why Sam, a usually independent young woman, was strapped to someone else’s chest. The diaper Sam was wearing felt more obvious than ever as it bulged against the swimsuit, the harness did little to hide what she was wearing. Tiffany was staring right at Sam’s waist. Tears filled Sam’s eyes as she struggled to come to terms with what was happening. The shameful secret she had prayed no one would find out was getting blasted into the open. “Hello, I’m Sam’s Mommy.” Jade said as she reached a hand out, “You know my baby?” “M-Mommy?” Tiffany frowned. As an almost automatic reaction her hand stretched out to shake Jade’s, “I don’t understand…” Sam wanted to die right there. She silently begged for a god, any god would do, to throw a lightning bolt down and strike her dead. Time seemed to have stopped. Tiffany was looking at Sam as if waiting for an answer but what on Earth could the little woman say? There was no explaining anything that was happening. To make matters worse Sam was hit with another cramp that had her tensed up and squirming in the harness. “Alright, step forwards please!” The park employee called as a log stopped at the top of the flume. It bobbed slightly in the shallow water at the top of the ride. Sam was turned to face forwards again but she could see Tiffany staring at her out of the corner of her eye. She wasn’t surprised with the picture she must’ve made. Jade stepped forwards and into the boat. They were right up at the front and, to Sam’s horror, Tiffany climbed into the seat right next to her. Sam whined in shame as tears trickled down her face. The boat shifted as more people got into the seats behind them. There was a lot of excited chatter but in the front seats there was nothing but silence. As awkward as this was for Sam, and no doubt Tiffany was feeling it as well, Jade seemed completely oblivious. “This will be fun, won’t it, baby?” Jade asked rhetorically. Both she and Sam were very aware that she wasn’t expecting any kind of response. “I still don’t…” Tiffany started. “Alright, are we all ready?” The employee asked to excited cheers from everyone except the front row, “OK. Five, four, three-…” With everyone expecting the countdown to go to zero there were screams of shock as whatever was holding the boat in place released. The log moved forwards surprisingly quickly for just a few feet before it plummeted down the steep decline. Sam screamed and as she did so she lost control of her body. Everyone in the boat screamed as they dropped at high speeds towards the water at the bottom. For nearly everyone in the boat the screaming was for fun as their hands flew up in the air and they felt the exhilarating acceleration and gravity. Sam felt her tummy get seemingly lifted up within her as they fell and her the pressure in her bowels seem to lessen. She knew it was only a temporary reprieve and she braced herself as they neared the bottom. The log hit the bottom of the ride and levelled out in next to no time at all. The gravity hit like a train and as it did so the pressure on Sam’s sphincter became overwhelming. Almost immediately her body let go and she felt poop rushing out of her body and into the swim diaper between her legs. She was still screaming from the ride as the mush in the back of her diaper immediately pressed against the back of the padding and spread all over her rear end. The screams turned to cheers and laughter as water splashed in great waves on both sides of them. Sam flinched and closed her eyes as she was freshly soaked. It was the least of her problems. As the ride slowed down in the water the excitement ebbed away. Sam felt herself squelching inside the harness and, very quickly, Tiffany’s attention was drawn back to her. When the ride finally came to a full stop everyone started to get off the ride. As Jade stood up Sam felt herself sinking into her mush, she hoped her cousin was going to walk away quickly but instead she lingered long enough for Tiffany to catch up. “Alright, I need to know-…” Tiffany started but then paused. Her face turned from confusion to disgust, “What is that smell!?” “I think that’s my baby.” Jade said. She sighed as if this was a situation she had forced to happen. “Oh my god. Sam?” Tiffany looked at Sam who was still helplessly harnessed to her cousin, “It isn’t… is it?” There was no way Sam could deny that she was the source of the smell. It must’ve been obvious to everyone. She couldn’t say anything, her throat felt like it was blocked from shame and her face was so red she thought she might collapse. It only became more obvious when Jade reached round to the bottom of the harness and pressed the padding up slightly. The squishiness of the disposable told the whole story. “Why don’t you come with me?” Jade suggested to Tiffany, “I can explain everything.” “OK… I guess…” Tiffany replied. Sam was lifted out of the harness and placed on the ground by another employee of the park. She noticed that that this young man was unable to hide his disgust at the smell coming from Sam’s backside. It wasn’t like she could blame him, she hated it as well. The harness was removed from Jade and Sam’s hand was taken. For once she might’ve actually appreciated being carried to avoid the mess in her pants spreading any further. It wasn’t her choice though. Jade started walking and Sam had to move her legs quickly to keep up. Each step smearing her messy accident further around her diaper area. She just felt grosser and grosser. Tiffany meanwhile was the other side of Jade and couldn’t stop staring at Sam, she was so focused on her small friend that she nearly walked into several people. “Ah, here we are.” Jade said as they approached a small building, “Come in here and it will all become clear.” Sam could see the bathrooms but, of course, it wasn’t to one of those that she was being taken. In the middle of the wall facing them, between doors to the men’s and ladies’ rooms was an opening for the “family room.” It was a room Sam was already well aware would have a diaper changing table. --- If you want to find out what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m7x7lotzmt/chapter/mcwgvkole6de6d17 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1950526

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Scattered showers… (part 1) … ”Mommy… I can’t wear those…” I whined quietly, starting to sit up on the changing mat. “It’s all we have baby, I wasn’t planning on a blowout! You’re lucky mommy even remembered to grab anything extra!” I blushed at the reminder of my blowout but I understood there wasn’t much else we could do. I may have been feeling pretty regressed but not enough to be willing to walk around in nothing but a diaper. Plus I’m pretty sure I’d have the cops called on me if I tried! The public change was already a huge risk. Instead of arguing I just grumbled and whined under my breath to voice my discomfort. “If we see a souvenir shirt that won’t break the bank I’ll get it for you, okay? But until then mommy needs you to cooperate. Arms up!” I hesitated for only a second before putting my arms up like mommy said. She slide the top of the onesie over my head and arms and then pulled it down so that the emblem rested squarely in the middle of my chest. Once the rest of the onesie was pooling around my waist she put her hand on my shoulder to guide my back down onto the changing mat. Instead of having me stand up to get my pants on she was really giving me the whole baby treatment -having me lift my butt up so she could snap the onesie closed between my legs. Next she grabbed the swim shorts and slid them over each of my feet and up my legs. I hadn’t worn these swim trunks since before I fully committed to my baby lifestyle. It wasn’t like I had gotten too much bigger, but over a year of crawling and supplementing at least a third of my meals with breast milk and baby food had taken its toll and given me a layer of baby fat that I didn’t used to have. Mommy gave me a tap on the side of my padded waist to signal me to lift my bum in the air and she pulled the shorts over my onesie-clad diaper butt. It got stuck about halfway over but with a full strong tugs mommy was able to get them on. Mommy pulled me up into a standing position and I looked down to see the final look. The combination of a very babyish onesie and too-tight shorts left no room for anyone to doubt my role. My diaper, though dry, looked like it was fit to burst out of my shorts with how tight they were. They were already pretty short to begin with, so the short length combined with the tightness around my diaper basically made it look like I was wearing a diaper cover or bloomers more than swim trunks. Everything in me wanted to whine and have a tantrum but I knew mommy wanted us to have fun today, and it wasn’t her fault that I basically chugged a bottle of laxative without knowing and pooped my pants. So I stifled my urge to be fussy and took mommy’s outstretched hand as she hoisted my diaper bag over her other shoulder. We headed back onto the boardwalk, mommy sending a dirty look to the people who were still staring at the scene from the beach, and started trying to figure out what we’d do next. Mommy handed me my water bottle again so I could rehydrate as we walked and I drank big gulps of the cold liquid, realizing how warm it was to have three layers now around my diaper region. As mommy and I continued exploring the little beach town we had more heads turning than before as people noticed my odd attire that didn’t quite match my age. As much as I felt anxious to be seen in this outfit, I kept reminding myself that it was a hundred times better than walking around in my very loaded diaper. Mommy decided we had done enough yours (thank goodness) and now it was time to do some shopping until we were ready for lunch. We went in and out of a few shops without seeing much of interest - until, that is, we went into a store that had a large children’s section toward the back. I couldn’t stop my eyes from lighting up when I saw a wall of stuffies and mommy definitely caught my excitement too. There were no kids currently in the store and mommy gave me a smile and a nod before releasing my hand so I could go look at the toys. I was overwhelmed by all of the different types of stuffies they had! I saw dogs, cats, dragons, bears, bunnies, and even an octopus and other sea creatures! Mommy looked around at some of the trinkets while keeping an eye on me from across the store and making small talk with the woman at the register. I already knew I was going to ask mommy if she would please please please let me get a stuffie but I was having trouble deciding which one I wanted. I was deciding between an otter and a doggy when all of a sudden I saw it - the one. On the very bottom of the wall I saw a cubby with a fuzzy green frog! With a big smile on my face I squatted down and grabbed him in my arms, giving him a big hug. I was about to stand back up and go ask mommy if I could keep him when I felt an ominous sensation in my gut. I paused as the gurgle rippled through my tummy and continued downward. Uh oh… I guess the apple cider wasn’t done after just one round… I could feel the smile drop from my face as I figured out what was happening, but when I tried to look for mommy I realized that my view of her was blocked by a display of toys. I was completely hidden from everyone else! As much as I didn’t want to do what I was about to do, I knew this would be the best chance I’d have for a while to do so without another audience. So as I crouched down in the toy section hugging a big stuffed frog in my arms, I stuck out my thickly padded rear and started to focus. Now that it wasn’t the same level of emergency it was the first time, whatever was shifting in my bowels didn’t just shoot out with no effort. I focused all of my attention on pushing with my tummy while trying to loosen my traumatized sphincter and give it permission to let go. It didnt take too long before a long, low rumble began in my diaper that hopefully only I could hear. It was just some long toots at first but it quickly turned into soft poop slithering out like frosting from a piping bag. I pushed out as much as I could but felt some resistance from the back of my diaper that was packed tight inside of a onesie and shorts. I readjusted my feet a tiny bit to widen and get more balance before bearing down again and feeling the flow of poop pick right back up where it left off. I stayed there like that for a minute or two, quietly grunting as my previously clean diaper was filled once again. I was mid-push when mommy walked around the corner and saw me in the telltale position; squatting down, legs wide, thousand yard stare, and a bit of a grimace as I pinched off what felt like the last of it for this wave. “Oh dear. Already?” She said and leaned down to cup the back of my diaper and assess the damage. “Well, you’ve definitely filled it again. But I don’t think you’re in as much danger of leaking this time. Do you think you’ll be okay until we find a restaurant for lunch? And then mommy can change you in a real bathroom this time.” I nodded but hesitated to get up just yet. Mommy gave me a confused look and held out her hand, but I didn’t take it. “What’s the matter baby? Is it your toy? Mommy will get you your frog honey we just need to go pay!” I was going to try to shake my head to let her know that wasn’t the problem but I didn’t end up needing to, because suddenly a trumpet sounded from within my diaper as a stream mostly liquid diarrhea dumped into my diaper to add to the load. As that last bit settled in to the mess I felt my bladder release and soak my diaper with warm pee that wasted no time mixing with my poopy mess to create yet another humid environment in my pants. This time, however, I wasn’t worried that my diaper couldn’t handle it. Plus, it was amazing how much more confident I felt in a poopy diaper when nobody besides mommy had seen me fill it. I still had some hope left that I could fly under the radar until we got to the bathroom. If only I could see what mommy did as I stood up and she saw my diaper ballooned out behind me, making it comically obvious that I had just loaded my diaper. Mommy suppressed a giggle and grabbed my hand, letting me continue holding the frog in my other, and led me to the cashier with my waddling poopy diaper walk. … to be continued…

And the lightening strikes! … The walk back to the car was rough for both of us, and probably for anybody within smelling-distance of me as well. The heat of the day made my diaper feel humid and swampy as the mess coated my skin and got moved around more with each step. On the bright side, my tummy was feeling a bit better. It still wasn’t feeling content but at least the gurgling and cramping had subsided for the moment. Mommy was trying to calm me down by saying comforting words every few minutes, telling me she was going to make it all better and that I was a good boy for making a stinky in my diaper. It helped a little bit but mostly I was just desperate to be changed. I don’t think I would’ve even cared at this point if she laid my changing mat out on the middle of the beach. No sooner had I had that thought when mommy suddenly stopped and pulled me off of the boardwalk and onto the grass. The beach was about 20 feet away on our right, more shops were across the street to our left, and ahead was what felt like an endless expanse of boardwalk that would never reach the parking lot. Mommy turned to face me and used her hands to wipe the fresh tear tracks off of my cheeks. “Sweetie, the parking lot is still almost a mile away at this rate. I didn’t realize just how far we walked this morning. If you really want to try to get to the car I’ll take you, but I think maybe we should try something else.” I looked at her a bit confused but mostly exhausted from the emotional turmoil of my accident. “What do you say to mommy just setting up your changing mat right here? It’ll get you out of that diaper way faster and maybe save you from a rash, plus once you’re all clean we can keep exploring the area instead of heading home. Do you think you’d be willing to try that?” I hesitated for a moment as I thought about it. Part of me couldn’t believe I was even considering it! But my toddler brain was too upset to care about the humiliation I was being offered. “But… But all the people mama…” I practically whispered as my hand crept up towards my mouth, wanting so badly to slip my thumb inside. “Don’t worry about them. Just watch!” Suddenly she turned and dragged me closer to the edge of the beach where hundreds of people laid on towels and Adirondack chairs in the sun. Mommy raised her voice as loud as it could go and mustered up every ounce of motherly authority she had (which was a lot). “Alright everyone! Listen up! I need to change my boy’s diaper! There are no public bathrooms around here and we can’t make it back to the car! If you don’t like it, don’t look! If you’re uncomfortable, get up and move somewhere else! But this is what’s going down. Got it??” She glared around at all of the heads that had swiveled to listen to her announcement. People had a variety of reactions but mostly just gave her a weird look and turned back around. One person who was closest to us picked up his chair and turned it to face the other way so that his back was to us, a small look of disgust on his face but still not seeming that perturbed. “There we go, see baby?” My eyes were wide as a few lingering stares saw me standing there in my sagging shorts, clearly knowing I was the one in the diaper that was in desperate need of changing. Despite the embarrassment that caused my cheeks to flush deep red, I just nodded and completely submitted to mommy’s control. She knew best, after all, and if this meant getting my butt wiped clean then I was willing to do it. Mommy pulled out my large changing mat and did her best to lay it out on the place where the sand met the grass. It was a big waterproof mat with an aqua blue background and little colorful cartoon fish swimming around on it. Oddly fitting for the circumstances! “Come on honey, let’s hurry up and get this done before too much sand gets on the mat and ends up in your diaper! I let her help guide me down onto the mat that was uneven over the lumpy sand. Suddenly, just like out of a cartoon, the sinking of my foot into the sand below the mat caught me off guard and I fell backward with a splat. This was the moment that my abused diaper finally gave up. I felt warm wet sludge spurt out of the leg gatherings and drip down into my green shorts. That green quickly began to stain brown where my legs met my body and I could feel the same happening in back. This time though, before I could start crying, mommy jumped right in as if she knew this was going to happen. She shushed me comfortingly and reassured me that she’d take care of it and not to worry. I nodded and sniffled as another tear made its way out, then leaned back until I felt moisture crawling up my back too. My thumb quickly found its way into my mouth and I proceeded to suck on it while mommy pulled my shorts off to expose the bulging diaper beneath. Most of the people who were still spying took this as a cue to look away, but a few people were still keeping their eyes on me as if they were watching a car wreck. … to be continued..

Well... I'm not sure 'replaced' is the right word, but then each reader has their own interpretation. Accepting our limitations is a key lesson. As well as adapting to those limitations and dealing with them. '... the problem is with me.' I wouldn't think it's a problem. Sure, you may have different tastes than some others, but that doesn't mean it's a problem. Not with you, me, nor any other reader. 'some venting...' We all need to do this sometimes. Constructive venting can be helpful to all. To be honest, I have only a few more plot points for this story line, it's probably going to wind up soon. Then I'll probably start something new, with a different direction. There were some ideas that just didn't fit in with this story, perhaps some you would have enjoyed, I can't be sure. But not fitting in with this particular story, so I left them out. Thanks for your compliments and your criticisms, both are useful. And I can tell both were intended sincerely.

CHAPTER EIGHT Lunch was an unpleasant and awkward experience for all involved. Strapped and bound to their highchairs, Lola, Brian, and Autumn sat uncomfortably as they awaited their meal. Autumn sat in her messy diaper, trying desperately not to release the rest of her enema as she struggled with the unappealing mush set in front of her. With twice as much churning inside of her as before and an already compromised bottom, Autumn knew her greatest humiliation was inevitable and coming soon. Lola winced and whined, trying to find a comfortable position despite her overwhelming sense of discomfort. When she wet her diaper, Brian had been so kind and compassionate, but this was a mountain she did not wish to climb. No man could still be there on the other side of a messy mountain like that. Not even Brian. Brian’s hands were also bound to the side of his highchair, showing that he could also not be trusted with wandering hands. Thankful that his insides were not churning alongside his lunch mates, he was still distraught over the pain and humiliation he had inadvertently caused Lola. “I wonder what’s on the menu today?” Brian looked at Lola, trying to make small talk and managing a small, forced smile despite the volcano churning inside of her. “I’m not sure. It’s a weird orange color. That’s probably not a good sign, right?” ‘Well, maybe it’s…mmmmph!...no, you were right…ugh…” Brian watched Lola crinkle her nose at the unappealing slop and hated that he found her mealtime torture endearing and adorable. He had been attracted to her as a pop-punk princess, and now he was attracted to her as a fluffy, diapered teddy bear. Maybe the common denominator was just Lola, in any form. He didn’t have long to ponder this as the orange mush went past his lips as well and he got a taste of his own medicine. Completely unable to identify what was currently defiling his mouth and unwilling to consider even one more bite, Brian was thankful that Autumn was at least providing a distraction and some entertainment. The berated bully didn’t get past the first bite before her diaper erupted. Unable to fight a battle on two fronts, Autumn lost both as she uncontrollably filled her diaper as her mouth was forcibly filled with orange mush. The machine seemed to have learned her preferences, and one mechanical hand pinched her cheeks, while another forced spoonful after spoonful of slop into her mouth. She broke down into alligator-sized tears as her treatment continued. Lola and Brian ate at a slower pace, with at least a few seconds to swallow and prepare for the next spoon each time. Lola wasn’t making jokes anymore, a look of quiet concentration on her face. Brian took action in the only way he knew how. “Oh, wow…that’s a unique feeling…mmmph!” Lola turned her head, smearing green baby food across her cheeks as the spoon struggled to find her mouth. Brian swallowed and turned to Lola, seeing the distress in her eyes. “I, uh…just wet myself, I guess…hang on…” He apologized and made eyes at Lola as he took down another spoonful and then resumed. “You don’t have to hold it, Lola. I know it’s gross, but there really isn’t a choice right now.” “There’s….ugh…always a choice, Brian….ugh…I don’t want to sit in it any longer than I have to.” Yeah, that makes sense. Brian swallowed his latest round. Peas and carrots, if he had to wager a guess. “There were six different choices last time and then the bottle. I think we just finished number five. You’re almost there!” Lola blushed and clamped harder, opening her mouth for the next bite. “Thanks for being proud of me for not pooping myself during our lunch date, Brian.” Did…did she say date? It was Brian’s turn to blush as he started in on his last flavor. It was something fruity, but blended with all the other flavors, it had definitely lost a bit of its charm. The bottles went down mercifully quickly and Brian glanced over as Lola finally released near the end, groaning around her bottle, twin trails of milk dripping down her cheeks and onto her bib. They locked eyes as she filled her diaper, forever bound in that moment of total submission and humiliation. As they finished their meal, the trio sat in stunned silence with messy faces, tummies full beyond belief, and utterly ashamed of the state of their diapers. They each struggled against the wipes used on their faces, glad to be clean but weary of the infantile treatment. The hands came for Brian first and his eyes never left Lola’s. It was his time to be a hero. It was his time to save her. “Stop! Take her first. Take Lola! Stop it. Stop! Brian fought against the mechanical arms, somehow wrestling one arm free. He dangled by one arm and looked at Lola. “Change her first. Please. I can wait.” Lola smiled. My hero. The machine did not agree or care about their storybook romance and carried out its next commands. “Disruption Detected. Disciplinary Action Required.” “What? Wait…no….please, no!” “Oh, Brian! Look out!” The mechanical arm gripped Brian, and he was strung up between his two lunch companions, hanging a few feet off the ground. He fought and struggled, but their grip was too tight and he knew he would be forced to endure whatever was coming for him. WHUMP! Brian saw the paddle from the corner of his eye and didn’t have time to brace himself before the first strike. He breathed out upon impact, eyes opened wide. WHUMP! This was uncomfortable and humiliating, but he could endure it. The soggy padding pressed against him with each blow and Brian winced, but held strong. WHUMP! WHUMP! The attack on his padded bottom came more rapidly now. Autumn had managed to dry her tears and now looked on with rapt attention. Lola looked worried. Brian forced a small smile between winces to show that he was okay. He could endure whatever the machine could dish out. “Warmup Concluded. Commencing Disciplinary Action.” “Wait…warmup? What does that…oh….oh god….no….please!” Two additional arms snaked towards him, reaching for the tapes of Brian’s wet diaper as he squirmed and struggled. He heard the first tape rip and his body tensed. God, please no. Anything but this. Anything but this. Please. His prayers went unanswered, and Brian closed his eyes tightly as he felt the cool air on his moist skin before hearing the resounding and humiliating thump as his wet diaper landed unceremoniously on the floor at his feet. Brian opened his eyes and regretted it immediately. Both girls weren’t making eye contact with him. Their eyes were drawn magnetically to the pink plastic shield wrapped around his hairless penis. SMACK! The first impact took Brian’s breath away. He knew that Lola was tiny and probably couldn’t take the pain and assumed that Autumn was playing it up for attention. But getting paddled hurt. A lot. SMACK! Brian winced, feeling the first tear forming, and pursed his lips tightly. He would not cry in front of Lola. SMACK! He looked at Lola, who had somehow raised her eyeline to meet his, and saw the last thing he ever wanted to see from the woman he loved: pity. SMACK! When Brian wasn’t met with jeers and laughter during his days as a teased schoolboy, the look he saw most often was pity. And he had grown to hate it. SMACK! As the paddle bounced off of his wet backside once more, he tore his eyes from Lola and made the mistake of looking at Autumn. Brian saw the same satisfied face she always had when she was tormenting him. Even sitting in a messy diaper, Autumn still managed to look smug and superior and her evil gleam had tunneled its way into his brain. SMACK! SMACK! “Oh god…please….no more…” SMACK! SMACK! Brian looked to the ground and watched as the first tear fell, landing on the discarded soggy padding below. It was all just too much and he broke down like a scared little boy. SMACK! SMACK! Brian cried, looking into the face of his greatest tormentor and what could be his greatest love. He cried openly and without reservation, letting the tears flow and wash over him. SMACK! The mournful sounds of his own wails surprised him, deep and cutting, as the paddle retracted and left him a sniffling mess. He locked eyes with Lola as he was carried away. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o Brian sat in his crib and watched Lola and Autumn make their way through the machine. Autumn went first, as though the machine were taunting them on purpose, and he was glad to be on the other side of the glass as her dirty diaper was changed. Autumn winced and wiggled and whined as wipe after wipe was dragged across her messy bottom until she was as good as new. Stripped from her pink bear onesie, she lay completely naked as her temperature was checked once again. No matter how many times they underwent the humiliating treatments, it never got easier or less degrading. Brian clenched his own bottom as he saw the thermometer enter Autumn, recalling his own defilement only moments earlier. She sped through the rest of the machine with little fanfare, and was powdered and diapered, finally sporting a pink onesie with long sleeves and mittens that mirrored Brian’s blue onesie. Lola was the last through the machine and he watched as she was stripped and meticulously cleaned, feeling guilty for not being able to protect her once again. As Lola gasped at the cold wipes between her legs, Brian could almost feel the wipes on his skin again. Brian was surprised as his cage was unlocked. He had little to show for it, shriveled and humiliated as the cold wipes caressed his undercarriage, making sure he was fresh and clean. As the sweet-smelling lotion was applied, Brian twitched and squirmed at the not entirely unpleasant attention as his manhood was coated and rubbed until he was standing at attention. The rubbing stopped, and the machine paused, calculating its next move. “Unauthorized Arousal Detected. Neutralizing Anomaly.” Brian had never been more angry at his penis in his entire life. He wanted to run or scream, but settled for closing his eyes and wishing this would all be over. Okay, Brian…calm down. Just calm your body down and this will all go away. But affirmations and positive thinking were no match for lotioned robot fingers and a vibrator. Brian’s protests were met with a pacifier held firmly in his mouth as he was teased and tormented. This was so much worse than wearing the pink cage. Autumn couldn’t see him like this. Lola couldn’t see him like this! He was no match for the skilled program and his caveman brain took over, pushing his conscious mind aside. With no viable options and his arousal at an all-time high, Brian tensed his body and began to thrust into the open air. As he built towards his humiliating climax, the machine paused and Brian watched as a cotton bib came down from on high. Are they going to make me drink a bottle now, too? Come on! The bib passed his upper body and was carefully wrapped around his throbbing manhood, turned so that he could read the embroidered letters: “Messy Baby.” The vibrations resumed and Brian screamed out as he spurted his shame onto the infantile bib. The best orgasm of his life wrapped up in the most humiliating experience of his life, Brian continued to breathe heavily as he was wiped and groaned as the plastic cage was wrapped around him once more. A taunting reminder of his special time in the machine. Brian shook away the memories and came back to the present as Lola was powdered and diapered. Wrapped in a mint green onesie with mittens, Lola was placed in a separate crib alongside him and the three were each given bottles as the lights were turned low. Soft lullabies filled the air and Brian heard muffled whimpering, but wasn’t sure if it was himself or if Lola or Autumn had also broken down from their own humiliating treatments. ------------------------------ Check out my new series From Cards to Cribs. Book 4 drops this week! SubStar | Ream | Amazon

I'm still learning about what I like in little shows My current favourites are Bluey(obviously), total drama Rama, and Rugrats I'm still open to new ideas but at the moment I'm just enjoying these shows after long days of adulting.

In a cabinet under the diaper changing table my BF built for me, it also has a wipe drawer with all the commodities and the top is padded. Just love being changed by this wonderful man. Yes I change him too on the same table.

This story I had finalized since March but wanted to think over the ending a few more times prior to posting. I've came to a happy point with this story and have also gotten around to creating a cover for the story(attached here). I also uploaded on Wattpad(first story ever on there!) and have wrapped up the final 'seams' of this. Here's the final chapter, enjoy and thanks for everyone's patience on the ending! Also, if it's easier to read, feel free to check out the story on Wattpad too: https://www.wattpad.com/story/396775325-the-data-thief Chapter 55: Stinky & Unhinged Emma shifted and squirmed in her diaper, feeling and hearing her abdomen start to bubble. She let out some gas here and there as she felt pressure building, quite quickly, after ten minutes. Emma couldn’t believe what Chad did, to be quite honest. She didn’t think he’d go this far this soon. Emma thought he was just giving her threats to get her to behave after her surgeries and recovery! She truly didn’t believe he’d be this harsh following the hospital. Emma made mistakes in thinking he’d go easy on her in just being discharged. Emma feared she’d be sorely mistaken in the next minutes though. The worst part of all of this is ever since Chad left her in a crib with a laxative up her butt underneath her diaper, Emma was turned on. She didn’t think she was into butt stuff and maybe it was because she hadn’t touched herself in a week or two but damn. Chad pushing his finger into her anus with the cold lube made her crave him touching her in another place at the same time. It made her heated thinking about the recent touch of his and being diapered. Emma shamefully did consider touching herself in the diaper before she messed herself but decided that she wouldn’t degrade herself any further than what was about to happen. Emma just couldn’t believe how fucking much she wanted Chad doing bad things to her and how much she hated him now at the same time for always having to inflict discomfort to her that only turned her on more. How could one person make her feel so conflicted internally? Emma didn’t know but she’d eventually figure it out. Emma shifted in discomfort as her abdomen started to cramp and fight her stubbornness to avoid the inevitable. After a few farts and the cramps becoming waves that was making her sweat, she stood and gripped the wooden bars of the crib. She grunted as the wet, more soft and liquid mess filled the back of her diaper. “Ew.” Emma said to herself, feeling more cramps as she grimaced and pushed again, the diaper feeling heavy and sagging as she kept her thighs far apart in attempt to not press as much of the mess on her as possible. What Emma didn’t expect was the weight and heat, it was... disgusting. Emma hadn’t thought this far but she had to pee and that need only increased as time went on. She could hear Chad walking down the hall and she froze as he passed the door but didn’t come in. The smell of her mess was beginning to pollute the room as she stood and clamped her nose with one hand. It was absolutely disgusting and gross as Emma didn’t dare to move as she waited for Chad to come back. Her brain tried not to think of the whole lube scenario to avoid being turned on in her messy diaper. Emma didn’t want to even think that the messiness in her diaper clinging to her was the weirdest experience she’d ever had in which, besides the smell, it wasn’t as bad as she thought. In fact… No, I’m not that fucking weird to like this, am I? Emma thought to herself, feeling warmth travel up her neck in embarrassment. Emma’s legs hurt being spread for so long she eventually shifted and she felt the mess move. She looked down, seeing the brown tint in the diaper and still not believing that she did that and, to her further degradation, that Chad planned to change her mess. Her mind swarmed in a fuzzy chaos thinking of that and the humiliation that would eat her alive. Yet, that damn dark internal mechanism hummed happily inside her, enjoying this weird situation she found herself in. Emma suckled her pacifier in thought, feeling so little and silly to be in a messy diaper. Emma paused, realizing this whole time she had the pacifier in, how embarrassing! As embarrassing as it was… it did keep her preoccupied as she waited for Chad. As Emma waited, she was beginning to think Chad decided to give her a little more time. She couldn’t have sworn it was well over thirty minutes as she stood and shifted in the diaper that began to get cool when the mess touched her skin. Emma’s legs went also feeling sore from locking her knees in place to not move. Emma stopped plugging her nose with her fingers and found the smell became easier to deal with. It still wasn’t pleasant, granted, but her senses almost got used to it. After a few more minutes, she heard Chad’s footsteps coming up the stairs. As long as Emma had waited for him to come and get this goddamn diaper off, part of her felt her heart rate speed up in anticipation that he was going to see her in a messy diaper and the verbal teasing that would ensue. Would she come back from this state of embarrassment? Emma really didn’t know. Chad had a way of twisting the knife of embarrassment until she was lost in a sea of her little state he easily put her in. After a few moments, the doorknob turned and Chad peaked his head in. His eyes bounced playfully as humor played at his expression when his eyes evaluated Emma’s stance and her messy diaper. “Look who we have here, is it a stinky baby Emma?” He said, giving his signature wickedly handsome smile as he approached the bars. His fingers untwined her hands that were holding on for dear life to the bars, “Here, I’m going to lower this.” He said, coaxing her to move back a bit. “I don’t want you to fall so how about you take a seat, hm?” Emma’s eyes flickered in annoyance to Chad. He wasn’t going to make her sit on the mess, was he? Emma frowned behind the pacifier and took a step back, not moving in defiance. Chad’s playful expression disappeared, and his eyes smoldered in irritation to her still being a bad girl, “Huh, if baby Emma doesn’t want to listen to Daddy yet then maybe she can have another 30 minutes to think about it first?” Emma blinked behind the pacifier, looking down to where she’d sit and hesitantly sitting down, as slow as possible, as she winced when the mess touched her lower parts and squished into her. She flinched at the touch, too wet and too squishy for her liking. “What a good little baby!” Chad praised as Emma wanted to cry at the humiliation she was suddenly feeling. Before she knew it, the act of sitting in her poopy diaper made her begin to cry like a literal toddler. She balled up the best she could without moving her shoulder and put her head between her knees as she whimpered. Chad quickly lowered the bars and got onto the bed with her, moving her into his arms and cooing her, “Shhhh, it’s okay little baby. Good thing you had your diapers on for your stinky accident, hm?” The words, the cooing, the way he so easily made her feel like a baby broke the adult mechanism in Emma that she just put her face into Chad’s long sleeve navy heathered t-shirt and cried into him in her raw state. All things seemed to be coming out of Emma in the past hour as Chad coddled her until she calmed down. Chad brushed Emma’s hair behind her ear, his eyes scanned the stitch in the small, shaved area that appeared that was usually hidden behind her hair, “There, there, all better, hm? Daddy’s going to get you all clean and then, guess what?” Emma looked up at him behind her, moss green eyes lost in the sea of her own little state, “Huh?” She asked, her voice weak from crying. Emma still couldn’t believe Chad was dealing with her scent and not even disgusted as she sat in his arms. “I think I’ll make some cookies for dessert after dinner. We can watch a movie tonight too. Maybe that’ll cheer you up, hm?” Chad asked, tilting his head as his eyes bounced down to Emma’s lost look. Emma’s eyes shifted between Chads as she nodded timidly. Chad smiled, “I thought so.” He said, bringing Emma a little closer to his chest as he stood up with her and she giggled from the movement. Chad chuckled at her little giggle, happy to see she was feeling better already. Chad brought Emma to his middle bathroom in the hallway and set Emma down, “Stay here, Daddy will get some of your diaper supplies.” Emma shifted, the mess clinging to her as his words saying ‘your diaper’ always made her mind swirl in embarrassment. Emma waited as she looked over the bathroom and the tub that had already been filled with water halfway up the tub and… bubbles? Emma’s eyes saw a few rubber ducks and bath toys. Emma doubted it’d show but her face felt so hot, thinking about how Chad went the extra mile with treating Emma like a real toddler at his own home. This was definitely the next tier of his roleplay that Emma hadn’t fully expected from someone who seemed so… normal? Emma kept having to remind herself of this absurdity... He was a CEO of a big company! This was seemingly night and day between what Emma thought Chad was when she first walked into her office to this very moment, that was certain. Emma was nudged out of her daze as Chad came back and laid a changing pad down and his supplies, “Lay down, baby Emma.” He instructed as he took her hand and helped her down. Emma blinked to Chad’s face and saw he had swimming nose plugs. Emma blushed deeper and blinked to the ceiling, having a feeling opening the diaper would be gross. It was unfortunate Emma just had to deal with the smell. Emma cringed internally as Chad removed the tapes and pulling back the diaper. The air was feeling much colder and the smell unveiling as she scrunched her nose and covered her face with her forearm in embarrassment and to cover her nose. To her demise, Chad only rubbed it in verbally, “My, my, what a messy girl.” Emma felt fuzzy in humiliation as he took an excessive amount of wipes to her lower parts and then had her put her legs up, taking more wipes to her behind before rolling up the stinky diaper, “There, much better, hm?” Emma didn’t dare to look in his direction, still frozen by her humiliation. He double bagged it in trash bags and set it in the hallway. Emma laid on her back, staring up at the white bathroom ceiling and fan, happy she was finally out of the dirty diaper as Chad washed his hands. Chad came back over and helped Emma sit up, removing her pacifier clip from the shirt and his fingers going underneath her shirt, “May I?” He asked, wanting to make sure she was okay with being completely naked in front of him. Emma’s eyes darted down, not connecting that a bath would mean she’d need to take off her shirt, “Mhm.” She mumbled behind her pacifier, eyes shifting at the thought of Chad seeing her breasts. She’d not exposed herself to a man… ever like this. Given, she had been fully naked in front of Graham, yes, but that didn’t count. It was a drunk night and not her choice during a truth or dare game, to her defense. Chad smiled warmly, “Let’s take this off slowly, hm?” He said, going to her right arm that she was able to move more than the left. He helped her out of one hole and then very gently and careful not to touch the area near where her stitches were. Emma looked down, curious about how her stitches looked from surgery. It was smaller than she imagined and two inches long. Emma imagined it was larger from the pain she felt but she did hear the doctor say when she woke up from her medically induced coma that they only made a ‘small incision’. She thought he as just saying that to not freak her out so it was nice to see that it was, in fact, small. Lucky for her, the bullet went to the muscle near her shoulder and above her breast. The doctor said she should heal and have full function; the only downside is when muscle is torn it’s longer to heal. A fragment of the bullet punctured the side of her lung, but they were able to patch the hole and drain the fluid that came from puncturing her lung. Chad’s eyes looked at her stitch for a moment, those fleeting moments of watching her eyes find Chad’s as the bullet pierced through her hitting Chad for a moment. Emma looked back up to Chad whose eyes were sadly looking at her stitch and then he blinked it away as he placed her shirt on the ground, “Let’s get you clean, little one.” He helped her to stand and walked her over to the bathtub, helping her down slowly into the water and making sure above her chest wasn’t in the water. “We can’t get your stitch wet for the next 24 hours but I’ll clean everywhere else, okay?” He said, eyes glancing at Emma who’s hands were playing with the pink bubbles and foam, lost in her own little world already. Chad smiled warmly, his eyes bouncing as how adorable she was in the tub with her pacifier and nothing else on. Chad was trying to not make Emma uncomfortable to stare since it was probably hard enough for Emma to be naked in front of him, yet Chad did take a glance at Emma’s breasts. They were supple for her small frame and Chad got his head out of places where he shouldn’t be just thinking of how cute they were. He’d rather have her topless more often, but he’d fear his mind would go to places he shouldn’t. He could focus on how cute she was as a little girl, yet his mind drifted to her as an adult woman who had curves in very attractive places and that made him think things he shouldn’t. He typically was good about separating his roleplay from anything sexual, yet Emma’s reactions to the diapers was making him reconsider things. He was good at separating the daddy dominant side from his emotions and attraction, yet this new want to blend the two to some degree was difficult for him. He knew he could have a nonsexual relationship, yet he knew the feelings he had for Emma. It would be difficult to hide, if she did what she did on his lap again, to say the least. That moment was… unexplainably hot to Chad. He wish he could get it out of his head but it was impossible. He planned to still be nonsexual during roleplay; however, if he had an intimate moment with her when he wasn’t in Daddy mode, he’d be lying to say the diaper play, her bound and a vibrator didn’t get him excited as an idea. He'd have to figure out how to separate the two types of roleplay if they ever did become intimate. Chad wasn't ready to do that... yet, at least. Chad shook off the thoughts, wondering what had gotten into him since he was never like this with other littles. Emma was changing him, and he honestly didn’t know how to deal with these feelings appropriately. Chad went to his loofa and began washing Emma, starting on one arm, then her other. Then he went to her feet as she moved away from his hand and he chastised her, “Ah, ah. Daddy has to clean your stinky feet next. Lay back.” He looked at her as she frowned behind the pacifier and raised her foot, lying back. Chad smiled handsomely and scrubbed the loofa on her foot as she giggled, “Nuh fair!!” Chad chuckled as he scrubbed underneath her foot for longer than he should as she giggled and writhed. He moved to her next foot and up her legs. Emma closed her eyes as Chad washed her, the feeling of someone else touching and caring for her relaxed her. He went to her back and scrubbed her upper back to the top of her bottom as Emma just closed her eyes and smiled at the feeling. Chad seemed to be able to tell she liked it because he did a few passes, and she opened her eyes to seeing him admiring her little happy state in the tub. Emma blushed as Chad said, “Stand for me baby girl, time to clean your little bottom.” She nodded and let Chad help her stand. He washed her from the front and her back and then grabbed the detachable shower head, “I’m going to try to wash your hair without the water dripping to your chest, okay? Just sit and look to the ceiling.” He said as she complied and put her head back, gripping her knees to keep her in place. Chad smiled warmly down as he turned on the lowest water pressure setting and rinsed her hair before massaging shampoo into her hair. Emma smiled at the feeling. Something about someone touching her scalp and it being her first shower or bath in two weeks made the feeling euphoric as she just enjoyed the moment. It was also not a bad thing that Chad seemed an expert in the scalp massaging department that made it such a pleasurable experience for her. She didn’t care how silly she looked with a foamy head, she trusted Chad with her being at this point as he rinsed her hair, conditioned and rinsed again. Chad stopped rinsing and Emma was almost sad her bath time with him was done as he said, “Time to stand.” Emma got up and Chad first went to her hair, making sure it was wrung out and dry enough it didn’t drip. Emma giggled as he made her hair messy and then took her hand, leading her out of the tub. He patted her down and then took her hand, “Let’s get you into your nighttime clothing and dinner, how does that sound?” “Good.” Emma mumbled behind her paci, acknowledging it did sound nice. Specifically, the watching a movie and cuddling Emma liked the most. She’d been wanting that the past few days with Chad at the hospital and hadn’t been allowed so it’d be nice. Really nice. Chad took her hand and led her to the nursery. Within ten minutes, Emma was downstairs on Chad’s large sectional and plush couch in a light pink thick diaper and a princess nightie dress with light purple flutter sleeves. The night dress didn’t do much to hide her diaper, but Emma was grateful to not be in a messy one at the very least. The only thing Emma was not content with was the fact that her bladder was now the problem. To her demise, it seemed Emma would not have a dry diaper for long. Chad came over with a brush to the couch, sitting on the chaise section, “Come here, baby Emma.” He patted his lap. Emma nodded, suckling her pacifier unintentionally in thought that the area Chad sat wasn’t far and she decided to play into the roleplay for once. She crawled over to him and sat on his lap, facing away from him. She heard his chuckle, “What a good girl.” He praised and Emma felt her heart warm from the words. It was insulting how Chad could make herself feel so many emotions, really. Emma felt Chad brush her hair and when she thought he was done, she was surprised when he parted her hair and began braiding. Her head turned back to him and his eyes focused on the first side, “You’re braiding muh haiwr?” She mumbled behind the pacifier. He smiled warmly, “Mhm. Unless you want pigtails?” He asked, head tilting as he paused as his eyes bounced at the look she gave him. Emma blushed, “No thwank you.” She mumbled, looking forward and her fingers playing with the cotton hem of her nightie. “That’s what I thought.” He said, a smile in his voice as he fastened the first long braid in a tie, going to the other. Emma’s brain hummed to the pleasant feeling of Chad’s care and gentle touch as he braided. Chad was still surprising her on how skilled he was with so many things, not just being a boss of a multi-million dollar company but also in the small things he did so well. It made her fall harder and that thought prickled her because she knew she shouldn’t get so attached, yet here she was. In that moment, she knew the idea of her not being attached to Chad was a cruel joke. She had become attached a long time ago. Emma would be deeply lying to herself that she hadn’t fallen, and her heart was now in Chad’s hands. Emma didn’t know what to do with these emotions. Sooner or later, she’d have no choice but to figure it out. And something told her… he’d be right there when she did. _____________________ One more chapter left! ☺️ How do we like the cover? Believe it or not, this is an AI created version of Chad so it's not stock photo(all other elements/words made by myself in the cover). I was between making the cover blue but fell in love with the pink duotone since it went with the 'daddy vibes'. Anywho, I had a fun time making this!

I have read a story where a wife took hubby diapered and you can see it even under his clothes. When he needed changed they went to the underground parking lot. Opened the back of the car facing the driving lane; so anyone going by can see a diaper change going on. When they ate he had to use his bottle and she feed him. He liked diapers but not being seen in them.

This is a phot of just what I want done to me. You can also put a diaper on me and make me let it out in the diaper if you are willing to remove the diaper and clean me up afterward. enemasub Albert 1701-albert@proton.me

St. Agnes Reformatory discovers ABDL. And they get it wrong Their technology is supposed to be limited to pre-1970 by choice, having only one rotary phone in each residence hall and using ether in their surgery. However, the diapering scene is more like the middle 1980's. Something very important is missing. Also, they use footsie PJ's. One would think that in a girls' home, especially with a Voctorian orientation,, a nightdress would be th order of the day. In fact, I would think they would use exclusively cloth diapers

Abdl for life abdl /fur babies

When I was 4.5 after I went to preschool I would go to daycare. One day at daycare I was playing a game with a 6 year old girl named Tanya and during the game she began fidgeting and squeezing her legs together and before I could ask her what was wrong she suddenly stood up and said she had to pee. At first i thought she was going to go upstairs to the bathroom but instead she walked into the middle of the carpet, spread her legs and started peeing in her pants. I was mesmerized, I just sat there staring at her as her pee streamed down the insides of her legs and poured straight through the crotch of her red cotton pants. One of the other kids must've gone and told one of the daycare workers because as soon as Tanya finished peeing she was immediately taken upstairs by a daycare worker and taken into the main bathroom. While the rest ot us were sat down for lunch Tanya was cleaned up and put in Pampers and when she came waddling out of the bathroom in nothing but Pampers and her tee shirt all the other kids began laughing at her, I was the only one who didn't although I didn't know why at the time. After lunch we were all put down for a nap but when we got up and were allowed to play nobody would play with Tanya except me. So Tanya and I were playing Connect Four and in the middle of the game Tanya started fidgeting again for a second and then she spread her legs and started peeing in her diaper and as she continued to pee and the yellow patch began spreading across her diaper a smile began spreading across her face and by the time she was finished she was grinning from ear to ear As soon as she finished peeing she went right back to playing the game as if nothing happened. It wasn't until the game was over (she won( that she went upstairs to get her diaper changed. Later that afternoon my mom came to pick me up and on the way home we stopped to go grocery shopping. As soon as we got to the diaper aisle I asked mom to buy me some Pampers, she said no. So I begged her to buy me some Pampers and again she said no, so finally I threw a full blown temper tantrum, kicking and screaming until she finally gave in and put a box of Pampers in the shopping cart. As soon as we got home and brought the groceries in from the car she stripped off my pants and underwear and diapered me right on the kitchen floor and I wore Pampers 24/7/365 until I was 10.

Chapter 2: Mommy Learns to Hypnotize Genevieve couldn’t stop thinking about that night at the hypnosis show. The look on Terry’s face, dazed and docile, when he’d been led to moo like a cow, crawl on stage, and blush helplessly under the hypnotist’s thumb—it had flipped a switch in her. At first, it was just curiosity. But after rewatching the show online and reading forums late at night while Terry slept, it became something else. An obsession. A fantasy. A plan. She began studying. Books. Videos. Courses. Even private lessons with an erotic hypnotist she found online. Her notes were full of techniques: instant inductions, covert conditioning, deepening methods. But the part she loved most? Triggers. Words that could transform her big, strong husband into anything she wanted—helpless, humiliated, aroused, obedient. Terry, of course, was none the wiser. She practiced slowly, gently, weaving her voice around him like silk. A “meditation” session here. A “sleep aid” recording there. He thought it was all innocent—sweet even. And that’s exactly how she wanted it. One night, as he lay on the couch with his head in her lap, she played the newest recording. Her fingers stroked his hair, lulling him deeper. > “Good baby boys obey without thinking, don’t they? That’s right… just let my words guide you. Every time you listen, it feels so good… so right… so shamefully arousing.” Terry’s eyelids fluttered. Genevieve smiled. > “Whenever you hear me say 'such a good little boy,' you’ll feel a flush of warmth—like a diaper swelling between your legs with your helpless need. That heat is shame. That heat is arousal. You don’t fight it—you obey it.” She watched his breathing deepen. Perfect. Responsive. > “Crawl. Crawl like the obedient little baby boy you are. You don’t walk unless Mommy says so. You don’t speak unless Mommy allows. Every movement is humiliatingly infantile… and that helplessness is what makes your body tingle.” His hands twitched slightly, unconsciously pulling up toward his chest. > “Feel it. The thickness pressing against you. Hear the crinkle echo your shame. The more aware you are of how ridiculous you look, the harder you get. Obedience isn’t just expected—it’s addictive. You ache for Mommy’s control.” Genevieve bit her lip as she continued, her voice soft but commanding. > “Whimper. Whimper like you’re about to soak your padding because you’ve been made to wait too long. It’s embarrassing. It’s degrading. And it turns you on more than anything else ever could. You were made for this.” > “That’s my good boy. My perfect little panting, squirming, soaked baby. Every time you obey, you earn more of Mommy’s attention. And Mommy knows exactly how to make her baby tremble… with just the right word, the right look.” > “The more you give in, the more you crave it. You want to be humiliated. You want to be reduced. You want to be Mommy’s obedient, helpless, aroused little thing. And that’s exactly what you are.” She turned off the recording and kissed his forehead. He stirred but stayed under. This was only the beginning. He wouldn’t realize until it was far too late. Genevieve had big plans. And Mommy always knew best. She also couldn’t stop thinking about the other boy onstage that night—how he had crawled between Daddy’s legs, lips parting, utterly devoted to his purpose. She remembered the sounds, the slow, reverent motions, the way the hypnotist had made him crave not just obedience but worship. The entire audience had watched, spellbound, as the boy served—sucking with care, rhythm, and need, like it was the only thing that mattered. Genevieve had watched Daddy’s hand curl in the boy’s hair, the tension in his jaw, the subtle gasp when he finally gave in. She remembered how the boy hadn’t stopped. How he’d trembled with his own overwhelming pleasure, shamed and proud all at once, eager to be useful. That memory burned behind her eyes now as she looked down at Terry’s slack, sleepy face. One day, he’d serve just like that. And she would be the one smiling with power in her lap.

The Worst Witch with Bella Ramsey. And Hey Duggee.

Chapter 10 Lilly’s long weekend was filled with excitement as she finally decided to make her account in the “anonymous gift” app. She put her measurements and clothing sizes on the app and there is a spot to make a wishlist for people to buy her a gift. She’s already gotten notifications that several of her followers have bought her things to wear and tryout. She made several posts and had some great conversations with her followers of course a lot of back and forth with her “Mommy and Daddy” on private and public messages. Speaking of clothing. It has been decided that Lilly is “too little” to pick out her own clothes, so for Saturday night, her outfit was picked out by AGM who now has a complete inventory of Lilly’s closet, drawers, and cabinets. DD and AGM both agreed that Lilly needs a more robust “little” selection of clothing. Something they agreed to get updated soon. In the meantime AGM selected a regular “babydoll” style dress in green, something that Lilly would be comfortable wearing on a normal day. But to add a little more “little” to her outfits she’s wearing her hair in a high ponytail with a green ribbon, she has on white knee socks and a pair of black Mary Jane’s in a chunky heel. Her underwear for tonight is a white bra with lace accents but her panties are the Cinderella cotton panties she got in a pack from Little4Big. With her innocent outfit all set, she went to a new kids movie and while most of the audience watched the cartoon characters fight for good, a naughty “little” sat in the back row live-streaming her edging herself and drinking two large sodas. By the time the movie ended she had left a damp spot on the seat cushion from her slick sex and AGM made her leave her soaked panties on the aisle floor. She was allowed to use the bathroom before she left which was good since she’d dribbled several times during the movie as her body is becoming accustomed to peeing then cumming or cumming then peeing. Her toilet trip was on the condition that she livestream her crotch while she peed. She picked up 8 new followers before she even left the stall. For her final “game” of the night, she had to get a man to take a video of her straddling the motorcycle game in her cutesy but very short dress. Her bare bottom exposed on both cheeks from the spread of her legs. She had a hard time concentrating since the seat of the motorcycle game was pushing against her swollen clit and the excitement of knowing a man is seeing almost all of her charms behind her, that and the motorcycle would vibrate to simulate it moving.. Needless to say, the game ended quickly. When she slid off of the seat the man got a clear view of her exposed slit and she had to use the hem of her skirt to wipe off her juices from the game. She retrieved her phone from the man with a blush on her cheeks and then quickly left the theater glad that she had picked a theater across town from her home. Sunday she really felt like this was exactly what she wanted having two people take over her decision making while making her feel “taken care of” but also making her feel naughty. AGM was a little disappointed in her after lunch and made her spank herself and post the pictures of her upturned ass bent over the arm of her couch. She had not asked permission to rub her vagina during her nap time, but the live stream she had to make while sleeping showed a restless Lilly wiggling around and finally moaning as she came. She thought stuffing her face in her pillow would hide it, but everyone knew exactly what she was doing. Laying in bed Sunday night Lilly pouted to her followers that it was time to get back to being a “big girl” and back to the grind tomorrow. “How serious are you about being Mommy’s baby all the time?” “Oh Mommy I just wish that I could be taken care of and you *really* be here to make sure I go potty, pick out my clothes, and if I’m a really good girl, let me cum… and if I’m naughty…. Spank my bottom…” she messages back. “Well if you keep being a good girl maybe we can meet up in real life someday. Would you like that?” “Uh huh.” Lilly says but then regrets it as she’s worried about staying anonymous.. “but what would Daddy say if you and I were together?” “Don’t be silly. He’s going to be there too! It would be so fun. You can be Daddy’s girl and Mommy’s little brat!” Lilly pushes the thought of getting found out by her work and parents that she’s a “little” and starts thinking about how hot it would be to get an actual spanking from AGM.. or cuddled by DD… her hand slips under her blankie and starts circling her clit…

Chapter 9 “Do what?” Lilly shouts over the music.. “Do.. You.. Need.. To.. Use.. The.. Bathroom!?” April shouts back slowly enunciating her words. Lilly blushes at the suggestion.. (Why would she ask me that? Does she know? Am I doing a pee-pee dance? Shit!) “Uh, why? Do you?” April nods her head and Lilly feels relieved (and dumb) for worrying. “I’ll go with you.” She replies thinking it’s a good time to get rid of her panties, though after 2 hours out on the town they aren’t that wet anymore, or is it because Lilly is half drunk? (How many drinks have I had? 3 at the dinner… 2 at the bar… 3 here? No it was 4.. and then two tequila shots with the girls… shit).. Lilly and April stumble their way to the bathroom and now that Lilly has had time to think about the restroom, she realizes she ready to burst.. “God, look at that line!” April says as they see the line at the club’s ladies room.. “We can make it!” Lilly giggles. But on the inside the drunk girl is getting worried.. Before the line moved 10 feet she’s doing a for real “pee-pee” dance while April laughs at her. “You can hold it! You’re a big girl!” April tells her laughing. (I’m a big girl…) Lilly repeats to herself, the little thought of April chastising her for peeing her panties gets her going again… “I hope so!” She says back hoping April will say some more. “See look? The line is moving again. I swear I’m the one that’s gonna piss themselves if we don’t get up there soon.” “Well I won’t tell.” Lilly says pretty casually. “What?” April looks at her with a raised eyebrow. “Nothing!” Lilly gets flush with embarrassment. “I.. I was kidding.. you know?” She stutters out. “Ok? Well I’m not a baby that can’t hold her pee Lilly. That’s weird.” Lilly groans at the comment, little does April know that the “grown woman” beside her doing a potty dance is wearing the panties she wet just a few hours ago.. “I didn’t say you were. I’m sorry, bad joke?” April smiles and then grabs Lilly pulling her up on her toes and whispers in her ear “Girl for real, they better get moving or you’re going to be right!” Lilly feels a spasm and maybe a little pee escape as her bladder is pulled into the hips of the taller teacher. Her perfume smells good, and even though Lilly doesn’t consider herself a lesbian, it feels good to have someone breathing on your neck and the feeling of her breasts pushed against another pair… Finally April’s turn and as she ducks into the bathroom stall Lilly pulls out her phone and sees several messages and comments… DomDaddy and AgeGapMommy have started a group chat with her and they are discussing future “rules” and posts they expect Lilly to provide.. “Hi! I got asked out to hangout with some other teachers after the dinner.” “I figured you were a teacher:” DD replies “What?” Lilly responds (OMG I put I was a teacher!) Lilly got too comfortable tonight along with the alcohol.. “oh.. yeah I’m a school teacher. Why did you guess that?” “As I told you when we first started messaging, your posting schedule suggested that you were off of work before 5 and you clearly don’t work on weekends which is why you post then.” “And then there is this that pretty much cleared up any doubts.” AGM says attaching the picture of the empty pitcher. You can see the corner of the main screen, it reads “…ual Teacher’s Union Banquet.” Lilly gasps at her carelessness to not check the background of her pics… she zooms in and makes sure that you can’t see the District’s name or even the union information in the facets of the empty pitcher. She’s relieved to see that you can’t. “You got me there. Silly girl!” She replies “So you wet your panties at a teacher’s event? That’s cute.” AGM says. “Now now.. she should’ve gone when I told her.” “But I couldn’t, they had me come up to the stage and cut the cake.” Lilly explains. Her little motor revving up again at being chastised… “A big girl could’ve held it.” “Yes ma’am. You are right, I wasn’t being a very big girl when I let some out.” “I bet it makes you even wetter to know that while you put on such a front, you aren’t a grown woman at all but instead you should be in kindergarten wearing training panties.” Lilly moans and leans against the door.. “Yes mommy… I’m just a fake..: I’m too little to control myself…” her hand slides up her thigh.. she reaches the trim of her childish panties and just as she starts moving towards her clit the door opens and a tall woman exits eyeing the small woman in a cocktail dress exposing her pink panties… “It’s all yours.” Lilly yanks her hand away and drops her dress.. “ok.” She says meekly “Cute panties.” The woman says walking away. Lilly is feeling even more humiliated and being caught showing her panties.. (What if she knows I was gonna touch myself??) the thought has her biting her lip… she ducks into the open stall and yanks down her panties. She starts to ask permission but then decides that if they know, they won’t let her run her button and she NEEDS to cum… her pee comes out in a rush and before she even finishes she is already rubbing her clit, biting her lip to keep from making noise… “Almost there… almost there….” She says running her fingers up and down her slick sex and just as she starts to cum Bang Bang Bang… “Lilly are you in there?” April says Too late… Lilly is cumming and she practically moans out a “Jus… Just a minute…” her eyes rolling back in her head. “Hey! I need to piss, can you hurry it up?” Another woman’s voice says.. Lilly is shaken out of her revelry by this other voice.. “I’m sorry! I’m coming!” She replies quickly wiping herself and pulling up her panties.. and opens the door. “Yeah. We could tell. Please tell me you didn’t get any juices on the toilet seat…” the woman says passing her to go in the stall. “In fact, I’ll wait on the next stall.” She turns and waves in the next woman waiting. Lilly steps past the women in the bathroom, washes her hands and then looking at the floor, walks back out to the club, the post orgasm feeling squashed by the embarrassment of someone catching her in the act.. “Did you really… you know?” April asks her as they get back to the group of teachers at their table: “No!” The embarrassed teacher blurts out. “She’s crazy.” “That’s what u thought. She was a little weird. Banging on the door like that. I told her someone was in there.” April responds. “I think I’m ready to go home.” Lilly says picking up her things… “Need a ride?” “No, I can just Uber. My car is back at the banquet parking deck and I’m too drunk to drive.” “Ok, well we should all go out again soon! You’re a good time Lilly!” Another teacher says. “I will!” Lilly says setting up her Uber and cashing out the bar. On her ride home she sees a message from DD “Did you have fun out with the girls?” “I did! Well up till the end, but I made some new friends so that’s good.” “What happened at the end?” AGM “Nothing.. I just felt kinda dumb.” “Did you have an accident?” “No ma’am. I kinda got caught touching myself.” “I told you DD. She’s a naughty little girl. Can’t stop touching herself. Even out in public!” “I’m sure it wasn’t out in public. Tell us what you did and don’t leave out any details baby.” DD. Lilly enters the sedan and blushes as she puts in writing that she was caught “red handed” by the woman in line and then masturbated in the bathroom and got called out by another woman. She squirms in the seat explaining how the woman didn’t want to use the same toilet seat… by the time she sends the message her chest is red. Her cheeks are flush, and her left hand is slowly rubbing her clit through her panties…

Chapter 12: Abby does not beat around the bush. She can see the way the Little swallows, the pulsing vein in her neck and the way she tries to hide her shaking hands beneath the table in her lap. Olivia is terrified because she knows this is the first step to the padded prison. Locked in this torture device of a chair, Olivia knows she is really stuck. The restraints are Little proof, made for the strength only Amazons possessed. She has no way to get away and the boy who’s been anxiously waiting for her has gone. Some friend. Abby smirks. “Has it really only been a month?” The Amazon comments absentmindedly, cutting the Little’s sandwich into bite - sized pieces. “I swear you’ve gotten tinier.” The slight was not missed. Her cheeks redden and wisely, she keeps her mouth shut. The Little hadn’t survived this long on her own for nothing. Dani whines, reaching fruitlessly for the food. “Hush baby.” Abby turns back to her, feeding the cheesy squares one at a time to the whining girl. They were situated on both sides of her now. A matching set of crayons and coloring page was placed in front of the second Little and a small bowl of food that Abby had ordered from the goodness of her heart. “Don’t forget your veggies. I ordered them especially for you!” The tiny bowl of boiled vegetables looked like vomit on display. Bland, colorless, and displeasing to the eye, she wondered how it was even edible. Abby can see her eyes searching to no avail, hoping for the one thing she did not have. “I need a fork.” Olivia spoke up, taking a chance in a shaky voice. “May I please have a fork.” “What?” Abby rolls her eyes and takes a spare napkin, tucking it into her shirt beneath her chin before she can protest. “I’d think you know your manners, having a big girl job and all. I do wonder what your patrons would say about your horrid attitude and that frown on your lips.” The Amazon commented nonchalantly, knowing that she’d just hit a sore topic for the Little. Abby had thought that Olive was supposed to be smart with the way Dani always went on about her studying Aerospace Engineering or something like that in college. But she was wrong, apparently. The Little worked in a bakery now and was the most absolutely adorable employee! Dressed up in her little cupcake costume, she greeted patrons at the front door everyday. The only reason they’d not been in before was because she’d promised Dani. It was meant to be a secret between the Littles and not even their other friend knew. Carla, was it? Charlie? “I - How do you know that?” Olivia gulped, demanding to know. ”Dani, of course. She shares everything with her Mama.” Abby pats her head and she can feel as a shiver goes down her spine at the touch. “Now eat your lunch before it goes cold.” She doesn’t give her the opportunity to question further and the Little can see she’s not going to get anymore out of her. Instead, she asks reluctantly, “May I please have a fork?” Surely, she’d say yes. Abby was reasonable, or had been before and Olivia didn’t like this new side she was seeing. The Little had tried to warn Dani that eventually the Amazon would snap but Dani had remained stubbornly loyal to her “friend”. Friends didn’t let friends drive drunk - or in this case - regressed. Olivia wished she could have seen it coming before it was too late. ”No.” What?! “You can use your fingers. Littles girls don’t need forks or spoons and especially not knives.” The Amazon shudders at the thought. “But that’s dirty!” “Well, you littles are messy eaters. I’m sorry I don’t have a second bib. However, after you are done eating, we are going to Littles R Us so I’m sure we’ll find you something - ” “I’m not going anywhere with you!” Olivia starts, her voice hard. The Little was officially fed up. All attempts to play nice were done when she realized she’d have to fight dirty if that’s what the Amazon wanted. It was not only for herself but for Dani who currently had more food on her skin than inside her mouth. Olivia couldn’t bear to stare for another second. “I’m sorry?” The Amazon stilled, the wine glass paused at her lips. Olivia did not do well with being told what to do. She’d been spanked a few too many times in her life by people who had no patience for her running mouth so any threats of corporal punishment left her unfazed. She could handle herself. Or so she thought… Slowly, the Amazon lowers the glass to the table, glaring down at the Little who remained as strong as steel, not turning away from her approach. It was funny how Dani had always described Olivia as the level - headed one because right now, she was probably the stupidest Little she had ever encountered. “What happened to you?” Her voice shook. “Dani, in her own way, actually cared about you. You ‘saved’ her and she trusted that you would stay true to your word. This is how you betray her trust? By taking away everything she cared most about in this world?” It’s silent. Neither speak. Dani nibbles at the crumbs on her plate, eagerly licking her fingers clean. “Mama more?” “Not now Dani!” She hisses. “Don’t talk to her like that!” Olivia snaps. The words burst from her chest before she could stop herself and the thing was, she really didn’t want to stay silent. Dani whimpers, sucking on the tips of her fingers and looks nervously between the two of them. Abby responds coldly, boarding on the edge of absolute uncontrollable fury. “You don’t tell me what to do. I am the grown - up in this situation and I have no reason to explain myself to you - a baby - who has corrupted my daughter with your dirty behavior!” Abby hissed the words through bared teeth. For an Amazon to be criticized about the parenting of their Little, there was no greater offense. Especially coming from a Little. “Don’t you dare mess with me, Little girl.” She slurs. “Try me!” She shouldn’t have said that. It doesn’t take long for her to cry out for help as the sudden smacks to her bottom increase with intensity in a way she had never felt before. Olivia screams from the pits of her stomach, banging her fists on Amazon's firm thigh which felt like a friendly pat to the shoulder, taken over her lap. The Little was weak and but not broken. The fight hadn’t been lost yet… only temporarily paused. Her voice begins to crack, raw and strained. Slung over her shoulder, bystanders could only give Abby nods of pity, some approval at the obviously free Little who’d just been kidnapped. Dani’s strapped into the stroller, sobbing to herself at the sudden raising of voices and angry shouts. It had been such a nice day. A perfect day really and it all had to be ruined. What a shame… OoOoo The Little can not fight the churning feeling that rolls through her stomach as they enter through the sliding doors of the department store: Littles R Us. This place was an Amazon’s dream and a Little’s worst nightmare. While the store was specifically for Littles, you would never find one in here of their own free will. It was the prime hunting ground for Amazons. Further than they could see back, there were endless aisles filled with everything an Amazon would need, raising a Little… and then some. There were the normal babyish items such as diapers, pull - ups and pacifiers and the further you went, the darker it got. There were things that Abby didn’t even know existed but the fifty percent off sale caught her eye. They walked in, one hand on the stroller and the other yanking Olive. Her feet dragged across the tiled floors in protest and the harsh spanking she’d just received twenty minutes prior still seemed not to have curbed her scandalous behavior. However, Abby knows it wouldn’t last for much longer. Especially in here. “Welcome to Littles R Us!” A salesperson greeted them at the door. “Are you looking for anything specific today for your absolutely adorable little girls?!” The woman smiled wide, leaning down towards Dani who’d finally ran out of the tears to cry. Pacified and comfy in her stroller, she began to look around in curiosity, her head turning every other direction at every new item, squinting through the harsh fluorescent light. “Look at those chunks!” The worker’s voice turned to a coo, reaching out to squeeze her little belly full of milk that would only grow bigger overtime because Dani just couldn’t get enough of her Mama’s nummies. “I breastfeed her four times a day and sometimes even more because she is such a greedy girl!” The Amazon stated loudly and proud. Nobody could ever accuse her of neglecting Dani because, well, take a look at her! She was becoming as round as a pumpkin and the doctor always said about Littles: The bigger the better! The Ooohs and Ahhhs turned to an Oh when the employee’s gaze finally landed on the other Little. Her bright red ass on display for the world to see, it was quite the sight. Her pants and underwear are tangled at her ankles and the scowl seemed to be a permanent fixture on her face. “It seems someone’s been a naughty girl. Was she trying to be bigger than she really is?” The worker asked with the slightest smirk on her face. “Oh you bet!” Abby didn’t hold back. “I actually just rescued her at lunch. Everything’s just a bit scary right now.” The worker nods understandingly, glaring down at the Little girl with stern, steely gray eyes. “Are you going to be a good girl for your mommy or a bad girl?” Abby pushed her forward and she stumbled, catching her balance last minute. Olivia was silent, pursing her lips as if considering her response when there was only one right answer. Abby was not as patient. “She will be whatever her Mommy tells her to be because someone has a lot of naughtiness to make up for.” The Little is helpless, trapped between the tall walls of the two Amazons. Running into one of them was like diving head first into a cement wall. They were larger in mass, firm and of course, massively tall. “Well, you’ve come to the right place! My name is Dana and I’d be happy to help you out today!” The middle-aged Amazon said eagerly. “I also recommend parking your stroller over there and placing your little ones in a cart. It’s much easier this way. My role is to help you shop, offer suggestions and help keep an eye on these cutie patooties!” Abby takes her up on her suggestion, happy to have an extra hand and eye on the children. They were always so helpful in this store, so family oriented and understanding like when a Little decided to have a tantrum in the middle of the floor or just wanted to be plain stubborn. Such as now. Attempting to place Dani in the trolly seat was a chore of its own. She whines, “Mama walk!” She’s acting up a fuss, kicking her legs to the point it’s impossible to get her in. Abby would have forced her but as she promised earlier, anything Dani wanted she she would get. That’s what a good mother did. They took accountability and responsibility for their actions. They loved their children unconditionally and spoiled them rotten (but not to the point they forgot their place). “Don’t you want to ride in the spaceship?” The Amazon gasped excitedly pointing to the themed cart. Neither Little was impressed. She sighed. The store was too big for them to walk on their own and it would take hours at the rate they went. However, as if reading her mind the employee offered, “We have our Mommy’s Helper Harness and Leash to borrow if the Little one doesn’t want to sit. It’s a very popular alternative. Your daughter can toddle to her heart's delight while we secure the other in the trolly. Does that interest you?” It did actually. Her face brightened, not having realized that was an option before. Abby was impressed. They really thought of everything here. ”That would be great!” Abby nodded enthusiastically. This would be easier than she thought. What could go wrong? OoOoo The first order of business was diapers. “Store policy.” Dana had apologized. It wasn’t exactly hygienic for Littles to be running around without proper protection because the risk of an accident was far too great. That, she understood but Abby had to admit that she loved to see Olive squirm in discomfort. Out of the nearly one hundred aisles, the diaper section was the largest. They had everything from the common brands to some things that looked like it came straight out of a sex shop. She was overwhelmed by the sheer amount. “That’s why I’m here to help!” The gray - haired Amazon had proclaimed when she voiced her concern. “This first shelf is our regular collection of diapers and as you can see our smallest. There is nothing special about them. No unique features or fun surprises. They’re kind of boring if you ask me.” Abby had to agree, looking over the small collection making up not even half the shelf. They were also the cheapest and what she normally bought Dani. Like the worker said, they were nothing special and Abby could see now that there was so much more to choose from. So many options. “Next, we have our specialty diapers. Most everything in this section is focused on mobility. These are the ones you’ll typically see Littles wear everyday,” she explained, gesturing to the second shelf absolutely packed full. The Amazon picked up the first package she saw. Turning it over in her hands, she’d heard of them before - The Waddling Duck. It was thick in puffiness and perfect for decreasing a Little’s ability to walk to a slow and unsteady waddle. These would be perfect for her little Olive. She glanced at the girl who was glaring daggers at the object in her hands. She’d be humiliated no doubt and Abby would enjoy taking her horrid ego down another notch. But something stopped her and she didn’t know what. Abby sighed, placing them back and she could hear the Little let out an audible breath of relief. “Perhaps we are looking in the wrong section.” The employee commented after a moment, also taking stock of the large collection at hand. “What else did you have in mind?” She hums, tapping her finger to her lips when a realization dawns across her face. “I know just the thing. Follow me!” Dani waddles in front, Abby gripping onto the leash attached to the pink vest-like outfit strapped around her upper half. She looks around in wonder, attempting to put her hand on every item she could reach on the bottom shelves and the Amazons watch in amusement. “Don’t worry, Dani, it will be your turn soon! Right now we have to find some diapers for your sister - “ “I’m not a baby!” Olivia angrily interrupts. Abby watched as Oliva’s face blanched at the new name, sister, and Abby frowned. She thought she would be excited. How many people got to have their best friends as their sisters? Even Dani had paused for a moment but her joyful nature came back half a second later. “Diapee like me?” “That’s right, Olive is getting her own diapers! What a smart girl!” The Little continued to babble nonsense, the word Sissy sounding a few times as they continued along the aisle and Olivia fumed. “Here they are!” They stopped in front of a row that made the Littles internally shutter as they read the sign. Punishment Diapers. “These here will get this Little girl right in line.” The worker reached for the fiery red package titled: The Jumping Pepper. The name was quite literal. The image on the front of the package was of a Little jumping around on her feet with her legs crossed and clutching her lower half as if she were sick. The Amazon knew these weren’t to be messed with… and that made her want them even more. “The Jumping Pepper Diapers work like a charm every time, just ask any other Amazon.” “What are they exactly?” Dana explained with glee in her tone and Olivia looked like she was about to puke or pass out… or both. Abby really didn’t care. Saturated with the crushed hot peppers infused into the padding, one touch to the Littles skin would ignite them in a fiery and burning pain. “The only way to soothe the pain is to go potty, at least every half hour or so. While the nerves aren’t completely damaged, they will suffer some and will need to reheal. This product is great for conditioning Littles into incontinence and obedience.” ”And this is legal?” Abby asks in shock. “Of course!” the Amazon chirped. “Many Etiquette schools use them and they were in such demand, we brought them to the stores.” There is a warning on the front that they are not to be used for more than an hour at a time due to high risk of well, just about every thing. That should have put her off. She should have run away in disgust, but the price was reduced significantly down and red was her favorite color… “I think these are perfect.” She decided. The employee nodded in approval, pulling the package off the shelf and into the cart. “Change her into one now and you can just scan the package at the end. Also, the warning really is just a suggestion. You know how temperamental Littles can be, complaining about every little thing whenever they don’t get what they want!” “You are right about that.” Abby supposed it was at this point that it hit the Little all at once. She wailed, begging for forgiveness, ripping at the straps that held her restrained. But of course, there was no way out. OoOoo “Oh my, she’s one wiggly baby! Diaper training, is it?” A woman beside them turned to comment, guessing correctly. “Yes actually.” Abby replied, patting the girl’s sweating cheek. Olivia screeched behind the pacifier gag, strapped around her head. Her eyes were dazed, lost to whatever world she floated on. “How did you know?” “How do you think?” She shot back with a friendly laugh. A fluffy-haired boy sat in the cart dressed in a sleeveless and legless purple dinosaur onesie, thick diaper peeking out from the sides. He swung his legs in content and his eyes flickered back and forth between the newcomers. “The Jumping Peppers are a favorite. It only took my son three days to become incontinent with those.” she gazed adoringly at her son who Abby had to admit was very cute. The Amazon’s hair hung down her back in thick kinky curls. Her dark skin just about glowed and looking perfectly put together, one could never guess she had a child. “Argh!” Olivia shrieked, arching her back against the wagon in an unnatural way, nails clawing deep into her head in agony. Abby didn’t feel any sympathy because It could all be over with one simple action. But the Little was stubborn even through the pain, a trait she had once admired in Dani. “Nice choices. Good brands,” she comments again, nodding toward the very full wagon. “The Puffers, gags…” The lady seemed nice and Abby knew that she really ought to make more of an effort to meet other parents. Her friends were all childless and it would be nice for Dani to have a few play dates. Now, Abby could feel her chest puff up, standing taller at the obvious approval. “I had help actually. I’m kind of new to this whole parent thing.” Abby admitted. The employee, Dana, had gone back to the front, seeing the job was nearly over. “Well, the Puffers are very popular. You don’t have to worry about leakage if you are on a long trip or don’t have the time to be constantly checking.” She repeated in similar words that the worker had described the product to be. The back described: Long lasting durability up to twenty-four hours and expands larger with every usage. Recommended for limited mobility. Appropriate for any aged Little. She’d gotten two packs, one for Dani and when the time was right, Olive. However, she knew she was going to be in the naughty diaper for a long time. Change never came quick (unless they were sent to etiquette school). “Are these your daughters?” “NO!” “Yes.” The Amazon rolled her eyes. They ignored Olivia as she screamed the only word she seemed to know today. The lady didn’t seem to be fazed or disapprove of the Littles behavior which caused her to breathe a sigh of relief. The fear of judgment was an all too touchy subject at the front of her mind. “This is Olive and this is - ” “Dani, of course!” Abby doesn’t have a chance to finish. Her mouth is agape, lips parted and taken aback in surprise. Remembering to move, she lifts the girl up for about the tenth time, dusting off her dirty knees from the filthy floor because she could never stay standing for long. ”We met before at Toddler Story Hour at the park about a month ago.” Abby remembered everyone she talked to and met and she was positive this Amazon and boy were complete strangers. She’d remember the green eyes of the Little piercing through her soul. She’d remember if she went to a Toddler Story Hour. The confusion was as clear as the day on her face. “Forgive me,” the woman held out her hand to shake. “My name is Alisha Barry and this is my Little Johnny Boy. I own Tiny Tots Daycare, exclusively for Littles. Miss Dani here,” she cooed, “came to story hour with a woman who looked very much like you. However, judging by your blank expression, I’m guessing that was your sister.” Story Hour? Her sister? Abby gasps, a lightbulb going off in her head. The party, fight, Aqueor. The day her life changed drastically. “Oh my gosh, yes!” She bounced the Little in her arms, excitedly. “You must have met my sister! We are often mistaken for each other. What a small world this is. Dani, say ‘hi’ to Miss Barry and Little Johnny Boy!” Abby beams but the excitement is turned to confusion as the Little buries her face in the hollow part of her shoulder and she can feel the heat from her face, cheeks intensely blushing. “Dani?” Nothing. Olivia is behaving similarly, steadily avoiding looking their way even through the torment. “That’s ok,” the Amazon waved away the concern. “These kids can be shy things.” “I’m sorry about that,” Abby’s voice was small and unsure voice. “She’s not usually like this. I don’t know what’s gotten into her.” OoOoo Author’s Note: Hey all, I know, I know, another chapter! I feel like I should explain why I’m posting so much, ahah, It’s not usually like this. I’m on vacation right now at the beach and literally have nothing else to do. I don’t like swimming in the ocean and it’s way too hot outside 😭 so I’ve consumed all my time with writing. I also plan for there to be around 20 - 30 chapters give or take (I’m still trying to figure that out) so we’ve still got a bit more to go! I love seeing your reviews, they inspire me to keep writing so please tell me what you think!

Chapter 62: Clichés GRANDMA LED ME to my room, where she opened the bathroom door and helped me out of the diaper. “See what you can get out?” She asked. I blushed at being naked in front of her on the potty, but truthfully, my shame was getting a little lessened all the time, it seemed. So many kept seeing me like this! I managed to pee a decent amount and wiped, and Grandma stopped me before I flushed, “Grandpa wanted me to look at the color…” She shook her head, “Yep, still dehydrated. Finish that cup, and then you need to drink another still before bed.” “I’m going to be swimming in it!” I griped. “Probably,” she told me. “You’re lucky he didn’t insist on an I.V., Connor.” “Uhh… you still use those?” “They’re a bit different than what you’re probably used to, but needles still go into your skin!” She said while picking me up. She laid me down on the changing table, dusted me with powder, and snuggly closed a diaper around my groin. “If you need to go potty again when you two are done, you could probably get her to loosen the tapes. Otherwise, just use the diaper, Connor.” I blushed, “Umm… okay.” She zipped the sleeper up and hugged me, “Be careful with her, Connor; I’m really worried about you two if people figure out you’re dating. She’ll probably get the worst of it if they find out.” “I will, Grandma.” She sat me back on the ground and handed me the cup, “Drink!” She watched me drink the rest of it. She was just heading downstairs to fill it again when Beth appeared in her own cute pajamas. “Ready to head downstairs?” She asked, holding both of our EdgeSphere sets. “Sure,” I said with a smile. Beth scooped me up without waiting for permission and put me on her hip. We had just reached the bottom of the stairs and were turning towards the living room when Grandma handed me a filled cup and handed Beth a similar one. “Umm…” she said. “I know you don’t need a sippy cup, but I never trust anyone wearing those glasses not to bump into drinks. This way, you won’t spill if you do.” “I guess that makes sense,” Beth admitted. I watched her set it beside her on a small end table. Then we burrowed onto the couch under a blanket Grandma thoughtfully provided. “Set yourselves an alarm for a couple hours?” Grandma said, “You don’t need to spend all night in there?” “Sure,” Beth told her. We watched Grandma leave, even as Beth said, “Drink,” to me. I groaned, “You too, then!” She smirked, and I watched her take a sip of the drink. “Eew, that’s really sweet!” “What is it?” I shrugged, “Mine isn’t that sweet?” “I think it’s Plapple Juice?” She shrugged, “I can’t drink much of it,” she added before handing me her cup, “Is it the same?” I took a sip and nodded, “Yeah, I think it is?” I shook my head, “Doesn’t seem too sweet to me, though?” “Must be those smaller taste receptors?” She squeezed me into her, “Not sure how you can do the spicy if you also like the sweets, though? Shall we get back in there and keep going?” “Sure, can you please set that alarm so we don’t get in trouble with Grandma?” I asked. She giggled, “Sure.” The glasses went back on, and we sat at our table in the theater again, looking at the screen. SCENE: BRIAN’S CUBICLE AREA SARAH WALKS DOWN A ROW OF CUBICLES AND FINDS BRIAN STARING AT SOMETHING ON HIS COMPUTER THAT SHE CAN’T SEE. HE NOTICES HER AND SHE WATCHES HIM MAKE SOME QUICK KEYSTROKES AS NONCHALANTLY AS POSSIBLE, EVEN AS HIS FACE REDDENS SLIGHTLY. BRIAN: “Hi, Miss Ingels!” SARAH (MOM): “Hi Brian, how is the solution going?” BRIAN: “You can see it here already?” HE PRESSES A BUTTON, AND THE HOLO-SCREEN SUDDENLY ACTIVATES, SHOWING HER AN INTERFACE THAT FINALLY LOOKS HOW THE COMPANY’S FLAGSHIP PRODUCT WAS DESIGNED! BRIAN: “So I think it fixed things?” SARAH (MOM): “How?” BRIAN: “It’s like I said...” CAMERA SHOWS BRIAN DISPLAYING AND SHOWING SARAH THE PRODUCT FOR SEVERAL MINUTES WHILE SHE NODS. SHE’S SO HAPPY WITH THE PROGRESS SHE CAN’T RESIST GIVING HIM A HUGE HUG. SARAH (MOM): “Brian, you saved us! I don’t know what we would ever do without you!” BRIANNA: “Happy to help, Miss Ingels!” SARAH BEGINS WALKING AWAY AND IS STOPPED NOT FAR FROM THERE BY HAILEY. HAILEY (MOM’S FRIEND) “Brian would be absolutely perfect if he was a girl, you know? He’s only a couple feet shorter than Callie?” SARAH (MOM): “Brian is the most important employee here! I couldn’t possibly take him away to a nursery!” HAILEY (MOM’S FRIEND) “You know it’s a matter of time before someone does, right?” SARAH (MOM): “Don’t you dare even think about it.” HAILEY (MOM’S FRIEND) “I’m happy with my little girl, but I know I’ve seen several talk about it before?” SARAH (MOM): “He’s the only reason we’re not going to go bankrupt! If you hear of anyone doing that, tell them to keep their hands off!” SARAH WALKS OFF, FRUSTRATED WITH HER FRIEND. HAILEY (MOM’S FRIEND) “Sounds like Mama Bear is already coming out!” SHE GIGGLES KNOWINGLY BETH LOOKED OVER at the screen and cringed, “That Hailey character is a piece of work…” “She seems like Kelly personified,” Connor told her. “Like if she wasn’t so bad at taking direction, she would have been the perfect person to play that role.” “That girl, Sophia, should be fine too.” “Why are we saying there are good casting choices for this trash?” Connor asked with a nervous chuckle. “Well, at least you haven’t ended up in a diaper in the script yet?” Beth suggested. “True, but we both know that won’t last.” “No, what else have you noticed that’s changed?” “Well, Brian was a pretty incompetent character in Kelly’s version. Here, he’s a lot smarter. Sarah also seems less like she wants to adopt him?” Connor said. “Yeah, she does seem a little more empathetic now, and her friend’s Little volunteered now? I bet Kelly hates that?” Beth smirked. “I sure hope so!” Connor smiled at that thought himself. “Oh well, let’s see what the next horror is.” SCENE - DAYCARE - WIDDLE LEARNERS SARAH WALKS INTO THE BRIGHTLY COLORED PRESCHOOL BUILDING AND SEES OTHER PARENTS PICKING UP THEIR KIDS. SHE APPROACHES THE RECEPTIONIST WHO GREETS HER LEAVES FOR A SECOND AND THEN COMES BACK WITH REGINA SANDERS. SARAH (MOM): “Oh, good afternoon, Mrs. Sanders.” REGINA SANDERS (DAYCARE OWNER): “Good afternoon, Miss Ingels. I asked them to let me know when you got here so we could discuss Callie. Would you mind coming into the office with me for a few minutes?” SARAH (MOM): “Sure, though we do need to get going soon. I have a stop to make at the grocery store.” REGINA SANDERS (DAYCARE OWNER): “It won’t take long, I promise!” TRANSITION INTO AN OFFICE THAT LOOKS LIKE A TYPICAL PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE. BOTH HAVE A SEAT ON EITHER SIDE OF A DESK. “Can this get any more cliché?” Connor asked her. “Paddles? Bad-girl teacher outfits?” Beth laughed. “Kelly isn’t very creative…” REGINA SANDERS (DAYCARE OWNER): “Miss Ingels, I’m sorry we have to meet like this, but we really are out of options for Callie. SARAH (MOM): “She’s just slow on this one thing, and I don’t understand it!” REGINA SANDERS (DAYCARE OWNER): “I confess we don’t either, but that doesn’t change where we’re at. Callie just isn’t ready for the potty, and that means I don’t think she’s going to be ready to move on to Kindergarten in a couple months either?” SARAH (MOM): “We’ve already held her back one year, we can’t keep her out indefinitely! That’s the only thing she’s deficient in though, and you know it!” REGINA SANDERS (DAYCARE OWNER): “Yes, I know she can read already. I know her math skills are impressive even if she was three times her age, and I know she’s mastered every other readiness step.” SARAH (MOM): “But?” REGINA SANDERS (DAYCARE OWNER): “But our local school district will not allow a six-year-old ‘Big’ girl into a regular classroom who can’t use the potty. She’ll have to be placed in a Littles’ classroom so she can have her diapers changed if she moves on. They don’t do that for regular classes.” SARAH (MOM): “She wears Pull-Ups, though!” REGINA SANDERS (DAYCARE OWNER): “Not now? At least while she’s here? And honestly, Miss Ingels, I know money isn’t an issue for you, but diapers are a whole lot more economical for Callie at this point?” SARAH (MOM): “We just need to try harder...” REGINA SANDERS (DAYCARE OWNER): “I don’t know how to be any more blunt Miss Ingels. We’ve tried everything I know of...” SARAH (MOM): “So what? Just have her wear diapers like a Little forever?!?” REGINA SANDERS (DAYCARE OWNER): “Probably not. I’m guessing another year in our care will help?” SARAH (MOM): “Sure, you don’t just want a paycheck?!?” REGINA SANDERS (DAYCARE OWNER): “I’ll forgive that since I know you’re upset.” SARAH (MOM): “Fine, we’ll take a potty training break and keep her in diapers here for the next month. Is that it?” REGINA SANDERS (DAYCARE OWNER): “No, we also needed to let you know because of where she’s at with going back to diapers, we’ll be moving her to a different classroom for the next month until we try again?” SARAH (MOM): “What classroom?” REGINA SANDERS (DAYCARE OWNER): “Our Widdle Fawns room.” SARAH (MOM): “But that’s for the two-year-old toddlers who aren’t even trying to use the potty yet?” REGINA SANDERS (DAYCARE OWNER): “Which makes it appropriate for Callie.” SARAH (MOM): “Fine, we’ll be back, but I may be looking at other places for her!” BOTH WOMEN STAND. REGINA SANDERS (DAYCARE OWNER): “I understand; we both just want the best for Callie.” THEY EXIT, AND A FEW MOMENTS LATER, THE RECEPTIONIST BRINGS OUT HER ADORABLE DAUGHTER WEARING NOTHING BUT A DAYCARE LOGOED T- SHIRT AND A CLEAN DIAPER. “That’s going to be a horrible scene to film,” Beth squirmed. “Really, I’ll have to wear only a t-shirt with a diaper?!?” “You could ask them to change the scene?” Connor suggested. Beth sighed, “They won’t… it ‘wouldn’t be accurate,’ I can hear them saying now. It could be worse, I guess; my dad has a horror story with a blowout in daycare that hopefully they never think of!” “Huh?” Connor asked. “I’ll tell you sometime… or maybe get Mom to do it. He squirms more at it, and it makes it more entertaining?” “If you say so?” “Trust me!” Beth said. “Ugh… let’s keep going.” RECEPTIONIST “They just changed her into a fresh dry diapee, so she’s all good to go. Why don’t you show your mommy what you made today!” A FAIRLY IMPRESSIVE FINGER PAINTING IS HANDED OVER FIRST. ONCE SARAH COOS AT IT APPROPRIATELY, THE RECEPTIONIST HANDS OVER A CLEAR PLASTIC BAG OF HER LAUNDERED CLOTHES. THEY EXIT TO THE CAR, AND SHE BUCKLES HER DAUGHTER INTO HER CARSEAT. CALLIE (DAUGHTER): “Are you mad at me, Mommy?” SARAH (MOM): “Why would I be mad?” CALLIE (DAUGHTER): “Because I’m nothing but a diaper wearing baby?” SARAH (MOM): “Of course not, sweetie! Where did you get that from?” CALLIE (DAUGHTER): “Miss Dani?” CLEARLY, SARAH IS UPSET THAT A TEACHER SAID SOMETHING LIKE THAT. SARAH (MOM): “She’s wrong, sweetie, but we do need to deal with that part, sweetheart. I don’t think I’m going to be able to find another daycare this week for you.” CALLIE (DAUGHTER): “Can I come to work with you?” SARAH (MOM): “Sorry, sweetie, they don’t like CEOs bringing their daughters to meetings in my industry.” CALLIE (DAUGHTER): “So I have to wear diapees?” SARAH (MOM): “Seems like it?” CALLIE (DAUGHTER): “Yay!” SARAH LOOKS AT HER, CONFUSED. SARAH (MOM): “Why are you happy about that?” CALLIE (DAUGHTER): “If babies use a diapee, they don’t get in trouble! So I won’t get in trouble all the time!” SARAH (MOM): (SIGH) “You’re right, you won’t get in trouble for using your baby diapees.” (PAUSE AS SHE PRESSES HER HAND TO HER FOREHEAD) “We need to stop at the grocery store on the way home, sweetie.” SARAH CLOSES THE DOOR, BUCKLES HERSELF, AND DRIVES TO THE GROCERY STORE. “I think the joy she has in wearing diapers makes this worse,” Beth said. “I’m going to have to act like I’m happy to wear my ‘baby diapees?’” Connor squeezed her gently in a hug, “Sorry, Beth.” “At least these scenes will be on a soundstage in the building and not in a real grocery store.” MONTAGE OF CAR AND GROCERY STORE MONTAGE OF SETTING HER DAUGHTER IN THE CART SEAT AND PICKING UP TWO LARGE BOXES OF DIAPERS THAT GO INTO THE CART WITH THEIR FOOD. CALLIE BEGS FOR A NEW PACIFIER AS THEY PASS THEM, AND BEING UNWILLING TO FIGHT THAT BATTLE ANY LONGER SHE BUYS A FEW FOR HER. CAMERA SHOWS SARAH WALKING INTO THE BATHROOM CARRYING ONE OF THE DIAPERS AND SOME WIPES TO GO CHANGE CALLIE BEFORE FADING “Well, at least the scene fades instead of showing the change?” Beth said. “But two boxes? Isn’t that a bit excessive?” “Well, obviously, one is for daycare?” Beth said. “How is that obvious?” Connor asked. “Oh, I guess that’s just because of my friend’s mom who runs one?” Beth said. “Most daycares ask parents to bring in a box for their kid.” “Just not normally a nearly six-year-old?” “Nope… Kelly has written the potty dunce card to the max here!” SCENE - BRIAN’S CUBICLE AREA BRIAN IS WORKING ON THE PROJECT ASSIGNED WHILE ALSO ALTERNATING LOOKING AT SOMETHING HE DOESN’T WANT ANYONE ELSE TO SEE. SCENE SHOWS SARAH COMING TO CHECK IN ON BRIAN AND DISCOVERING SOMETHING IS UP. BRIAN REMAINS UNAWARE THAT SHE IS SUSPICIOUS. “Of course, that is exactly where someone like that would be doing that?” Connor grumbled. SCENE - SARAH’S OFFICE SARAH IS SEEN OPENING HER COMPUTER SYSTEM AND SETTING UP A WAY TO VIEW BRIAN’S CUBICLE AND WHAT HE’S LOOKING AT. SHE’S SHOCKED TO SEE HE’S RESEARCHING THEIR INTERNAL SYSTEMS ABOUT A NANITE TREATMENT THEY’VE DEVELOPED AND MARKET TO CHANGE GENDER. BEGINNING TO DIVE INTO HIS HISTORY, SHE DISCOVERS HE SEEMS TO BE OBSESSED WITH THE TOPIC AND DISCOVERED POSTS HE’S MADE WANTING TO HAVE THE TREATMENT, BUT BEING TERRIFIED OF THEN BEING ADOPTED AND MADE INTO A MINDLESS BABY LITTLE. SHE SENDS A MESSAGE TO HAILEY TO COME SEE HER. SCENE CONTINUES AS SHE COMES INTO THE OFFICE. HAILEY (MOM’S FRIEND) “What’s up, Sarah?” SARAH (MOM): SIGHS “Same as yesterday?” HAILEY (MOM’S FRIEND) “More accidents today from Callie?” SARAH (MOM): “Are they really accidents if she’s back in diapers?” HAILEY (MOM’S FRIEND) GASPS “No, I guess not. I take it she ran out of chances?” SARAH (MOM): “An epic poopy blowout finished things off yesterday. Her daycare doesn’t think she should be moving on to kindergarten this year!" HAILEY (MOM’S FRIEND) “Ouch, sorry, Sarah. Anything I can do?” SARAH (MOM): “Tell me more about this buddy idea?” HAILEY GIVES HER A STUNNED LOOK. HAILEY (MOM’S FRIEND) “Well, first, you’ll have to get a Little?” SARAH (MOM): “Let’s assume I’ve identified one, what’s next?” HAILEY (MOM’S FRIEND) “Adoption?” SARAH (MOM): “Do I have to do the whole official adoption?” HAILEY (MOM’S FRIEND) NODS “You do if you want her to go to daycare with Callie. They ask for adoption certificates when you register your Little.” SARAH (MOM): “You think it has to be a girl?” HAILEY (MOM’S FRIEND) “Well, they can’t show them how to use the potty like a big girl if they don’t have the same parts?” LAUGHS SARAH (MOM): “Back to the adoption process, how does it even work...?” THE SCENE SHOWS THEM TALKING FOR A WHILE, AND SARAH IS SHOWN A COUPLE OF GUIDES TO THE ADOPTION PROCESS. HAILEY (MOM’S FRIEND) “Of course, we’ll have to have a baby shower for you at the office, too!” SARAH (MOM): “Let’s hold off on that part until I get her settled... I think it’ll be a bit overwhelming for her to come back to work right away. HAILEY (MOM’S FRIEND) “Back to work?!?” (GASPS) “Who? We only have a couple Littles working here... And, aren’t they all guys?” SARAH (MOM): “You’ll find out after they do!” “How nice of her to tell you first?” Beth said to Connor. “I guess she is a nice boss after all?” He told her. They both facepalmed. “Let’s take a few minutes out of the virtual world for you to drink some of that cup so your grandma doesn’t chew us out.” “Probably a good idea,” I replied as we left the EdgeSphere space, and both sipped out of the cups, looking at each other. After a moment, she decided we’d drank enough. I watched Beth reposition herself on the couch before pulling me back to where my head rested against her warm body. Beth’s mouth kissed the top of my head, “At least if I’m stuck dealing with this drivel, you’re here with me.” I turned to face her and said, “Same,” as she leaned down, and I leaned up to get our lips to awkwardly meet. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading!!! Please leave me a comment and press the Like button!!! Please leave me a comment as well!!!! Thank you for all of the likes on the last chapter!!!! 💜💜💜 Please keep it going! I'll post the next chapter on Friday, like normal. If there are enough likes for this and Friday's though, you might get one more bonus post before I go to my weekly norm after that. If you’ve enjoyed this or any of my other works, consider supporting me by purchasing copies of them on Amazon Kindle! All of my completed works are available here: https://www.amazon.com/author/babysofia (And if you do so pretty please consider leaving me a 5-star review (you can leave the stars, and no public reviews are viewable then!))

Chapter 60: Shared Problems WHEN WE GOT downstairs, Grandpa presented me with a sippy cup of a special juice, “Drink this before dinner.” I looked skeptically at the babyish cup of fluid that seemed like a monster thirty-two-ounce cup back home. “All of this?” “All of it… You need one with dinner and another before bed to catch up on what you lost. That poison that girl gave you is one of the harshest I know of.” “Great…” I said, beginning to sip from the edge of the cup. “What kind of soup do you two want?” Grandma asked as she looked down at us from beside the AmeniTea. “French onion?” Beth suggested. “Same? That sounds good.” “Why don’t you two go ahead and get seated? It’ll be just a couple minutes?” Grandma said. “Beth, can you please help Connor get into his chair?” “Sure,” Beth said. I looked up at the giant high chair and watched as she pulled the tray off and moved the buckles around for a second before reaching down to pick me up. I held the sippy cup in my right hand as she pushed my arms through the straps, and I was buckled into the harness. With the tray attached, she moved the chair to be right beside a chair she sat in on the end of the table. I couldn’t help but notice she looked a little short in her chair as she sat beside me, though! “Connor, make sure you keep drinking. I doubt you’ll finish that by dinner, but get as much down as possible. Beth, do you want a booster?” Grandma asked her, apparently noticing the same thing I had. “I’m good, thanks,” she said with a blush. A few minutes later, she came to the table with plates and bowls. “Where are your phones?” Grandma asked, “In my pocket?” I said. “Same?” Beth told her. “Why don’t we put them out of the way for dinner,” she said. The rebellious remainder of a teenager in me looked stricken with that, but she gave me a look that said there was a reason. “Okay… is my watch okay?” “That one is fine,” she said. It was awkward to maneuver it out of my pocket in the chair. Still, I successfully handed it to Grandma and watched as she carried our phones into the hallway to the living room. “Okay, now why don’t we eat, and then we’ll talk,” she said as she returned. The bowl of soup on my tray was complete with the melted cheese and bread piece beneath it. Beside it on a colorful childish plate was a quartered grilled cheese sandwich, which would probably have fed me two meals on its own! Digging into the food with the small utensils I’d been provided, I was amazed that anything this good could come from a machine just putting together ingredient pods! I had finished the bread and cheese in the soup and one of the quarters before I decided to ask. “So, just how bad is this stuff I was dosed with?” Grandpa cringed, and Beth turned a little white. “Connor, I’m not going to lie to you; it’s pretty bad,” Grandpa said. “The original formula was designed to clear out a Little’s bowels for a week and had some effect on long-term bowel control for about thirty percent of those given it.” I could feel my body chill with that information. “And this stuff?” I asked. “She called it some sort of Plus version?” “It’s pretty new on the market, but the ads I’ve seen claim it’ll take bowel control of ninety-two percent of Littles for two weeks with one dose?” My appetite definitely went away then. “So I guess I’m finally going to be stuck in diapers like the rest?!?” Grandpa shrugged, “Not sure yet. You have those nanites, plus you took the emergency medicine. I don’t think it’s particularly promising, but we’ll have to wait and see.” “Eight percent don’t have that problem,” Beth told me. “You know of this drug?” She sighed, “They poisoned many of us with the original version when I was younger. One of my friends never recovered from it. I looked up the new version, and it’s definitely worse.” “Well… maybe I won’t be the only one sticking out now?” I said thoughtfully before diving in for a spoonful of soup for something to do. “What happened to that nest mother?” Beth asked. “Well, the girl, Madelyn, tried claiming she was busy checking to see if Connor needed a change of pants when the other girl did something.” “That’s not what…?” Beth said. Grandma shook her head, “No, it’s not. The other girl was the one who spiked your drink, but Madelyn was behind it. Thanks to Beth’s video, they couldn’t deny it when I showed up to Dean Northrup’s office.” “So what’s their excuse?” I asked. “Well, they’re trying to claim it was the Fire Fizz you were drinking.” I felt Beth’s eyes on me and turned to look at her, “Are you crazy? I can’t even drink that stuff?” “I thought it was pretty good, actually,” I told her. “Not something I’d get every day, but still pretty tasty. They’re trying to blame that for my sudden explosive diarrhea?” “Trying,” Grandma said, “The problem for them was the cameras in the cafeteria, which I’d already downloaded footage from showing the other nest mother, Deasia, pouring something into your drink.” “So what happens now?” Beth asked. “Well, their contracts have some pretty severe clauses in the case of proven abuse – which I and Mackenzie both successfully argued as the case here. So… let’s just say they won’t be around anymore?” “Huh?” I asked. “What’s the clause state?” Beth asked. “They can obviously be removed from their positions for abuse,” Grandma started. “That’s it?” I asked. She shook her head, “No, the clause allows for levels of punishment. Possible consequences can go all the way to being shrunk and sent into the university’s orphanage.” My mouth dropped, “Is that…?” “No, they didn’t go quite that far. They’ve both been dismissed, but for that to be the only punishment, they had to take a quadruple adult dose of LittleGo Plus themselves. I think they’ll deal with their diapers more than others for quite some time.” “That’s it, though?” Beth asked. “What about the Littles in their Nest?” “They’re going to be split up into other nests; hopefully, for their sakes, they’ll get with nicer mothers?” Amanda said. “So they just go free?” I asked. “You could press charges if you want, Connor, but I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Grandpa said. “With you being from the other dimension, they just have to wait out your departure date to have everything dismissed.” “So nothing else happens to them?” “I think being incontinent for at least the next year, plus being blacklisted from any companies here in Ames will be plenty?” “Blacklisted?” Beth asked. “As part of the agreement, they cannot get work with any daycare, school, health system, or other business associated with Littles or children and their care for ten years. They’re both going to register as Little Abusers in the State Registry. Both were almost done with doctorates in Early Childhood Education so that basically rules out their chosen careers?” “Just in Ames?” Beth asked. “Unfortunately, they can probably get work in Selegnasol or another state,” Grandpa said. “There’s no national registry, unfortunately.” “At least they’re out of my hair for now…” I said. “Yes, but we’ll have to see what lasting effects you have. The university will be compensating you for your damages. They want you to have an exam with the exchange health services next week.” “Great,” I grumbled. “Well, hopefully, I get a day or two of being empty before whatever we have to do,” I said glumly. “Sorry, Con,” Beth said to me. I looked over at her, “Thanks… I was just thinking the other day it was probably easier to give in and be in diapers? Looks like that may be the case now. I just hate letting those two win.” The table grew silent for a bit longer before Grandma said, “What do you two want to do now?” “We should probably look over those script adjustments?” I suggested to Beth. She made a face, “Do we have to?” “What’s wrong with the script?” Grandma asked. “Oh, I guess I haven’t filled you in, have I?” I told her. “No?” “Well, long story, but we have a girl in our ‘studio’ group who is a loudmouthed know-it-all. We had a competition to figure out ‘funds’ for an auction on scripts, and she singlehandedly lost one of the rounds for us. Because of that, we were outbid on my script.” “Sorry to hear that,” Grandpa said. “Someone is doing it, though, still?” “Yes, another group. The only positive is that our group got the money bid on the script – meaning we still benefited.” “But you’re doing another script?” Grandma asked. “Unfortunately,” Beth said. Grandma looked at her with concern, “What is this one?” “Rehash of the potty-training buddy trope,” Beth said through gritted teeth. “So I’m guessing Connor?” Grandma asked nervously. “Yep, he gets to be the lucky buddy,” Beth responded “At least it’s just him?” Grandpa asked. Beth shook her head, “Nope! You’re looking at the girl who can’t learn how to use the potty.” “Oh…” Grandma said. “Yeah…” Beth said. There was silence for a bit, “Let us know if you need help with anything?” Grandma told her. “Just because you’re acting in a role doesn’t mean you should have problems with the rest of school?” “Thanks, my parents are on standby, too. We have Charlotte Perez in our group, though; she laid down the law pretty hard with our group yesterday about anything.” “The actress?” Grandma asked. “Yes, she’s acting as the Producer for our group.” “Well, as long as you have her support, your parents’ support, and ours, you should be fine. Make sure you both do a good job on it; I don’t want to know what they will do to you if you don’t?” I nodded at that, “Probably right.” “Finish that cup off, Connor, then I’ll refill it, and you two can get to work. You still haven’t gotten a start at rehydrating enough here.” Grandpa ordered. “Yes sir,” I told him and began nursing at the juvenile sippy cup. ‘At least it’s not a baby bottle…’ I thought to myself. BETH TURNED AWAY from Connor, sucking at the sippy cup, trying not to think of him as just another Little right then. Truthfully, she fully expected that both of them would probably use those kinds of cups in the film! Instead, she found herself helping Amanda out with taking dishes to the sink. At the same time, he tried to chug the liquid his body definitely needed. When the table was cleared, she watched Connor set the large sippy cup down and fought to belch quietly. She turned and faced the wall so he wouldn’t see her smirk. As much as she knew Connor was not a baby, even she had to admit there were moments of cuteness in such a display! “Done?” Fred asked Connor. “Yes… I really have to drink another one?” He asked tentatively. “In the next hour, preferably. Do you need to go potty yet?” Connor nodded, “A little?” “Why don’t I take you upstairs and help you with that diaper? Then you and Beth can look at your script?” Beth watched Connor blush, but he nodded, “Umm… thanks.” As Fred carried Connor upstairs, Amanda asked, “Are you really doing okay, sweetheart?” Beth found herself looking up into the kindly giant woman’s eyes. “Define okay?” She shrugged, “We’ll see… I have a feeling it’s going to be a long semester.” Arms went around her, and Beth found herself appreciating the hug. “Remember, you may not be our grandchild, but we consider you family. Anything you need, you let me know! Our offer stands for having you stay with us instead of being at the dorms. It might simplify any issues?” “If things get worse, I’ll definitely take you up on that,” Beth told her. “I’m as worried about Connor, though; things were weird today. I never expected to see his nest mother and other girl sticking up for him like that.” “I don’t know what’s going on with his nest mother, but from what I found out earlier, I think the other girl has a bit of a crush on him,” Amanda told her. “Like wants him as her Little crush?” Amanda shook her head, “More as she thinks he’s a cute Little and needs to keep him safe?” Amanda sighed, “I’m not completely sure there. There may be something more too, but from the conversation I was a part of, she was definitely not happy with the way he was poisoned.” “Well, it would be nice if there were some allies… I don’t get it, though? What’s with this sudden pushback into treating all the Littles like babies? Last year, I doubt more than thirty percent of the Littles were diapered during the daytime?” “I don’t know, but some of my friends have mentioned some people are trying to push back on some of the updated laws protecting Littles here. Obviously, your video showed something is going on with their pods, too.” “Yeah, I’d forgotten about that part…?” Beth replied “Might be worth telling Connor?” Amanda said to her. “Telling me what?” Beth heard beside her. Fred had returned with Connor, now dressed in his comfortable dolphin-footed pajama set. “That your pods are causing problems?” “Oh, yeah… I meant to ask you about that last week,” Connor told her. “Huh?!?” Beth asked. “Well, they have these little domes that people noticed were new. I’ve found out they’re called ‘SleepTight Domes.’ They’re supposed to be a pretty foolproof way to make a Little pee their pants in their sleep?” “But you haven’t been?” Amanda asked him. Connor blushed, “I did this week one night, but I think it may have just been because I drank tap water?” He shrugged, “I think Mom’s nanites may be protecting me from that one. I want to eliminate the one in my pod if I can. They seem to have some tamper-proof protections, though.” Amanda and Beth stared at him, “How come you didn’t say anything about this?” “Everyone else is already wetting in their sleep. What would be the point?” Connor said. “I knew things like this were going to happen? Don’t the other Littles?” “Those things are supposed to be illegal to use on unadopted Littles!” Amanda grimaced. “They shouldn’t be using them in your dorms at all!” “I’ll let you fight that,” Connor sighed, “Beth, you ready to go see what hideous torture we’re in for in this script?” Beth was shocked as she looked back at an angry grandma and Connor, who seemed like this was the smallest of infractions that day. ‘I guess it kind of is, the more I think about it,’ Beth admitted. “Umm… Sure. 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Chapter 40: Work Regression Echo – LittleFallenPrincess “ELLIE! HELLOOOO? ELLIE, WAKE UP!” The blurry haze in front of me cleared up as I quickly realised where I was. “ELLIE!” “I’m awake! I’m awake! Sorry!” I said, wiping the sleep from my eyes. I turned around to see Danielle lay next to me, with the biggest smile on her face. “Wake up, stinkybutt!” She teased. “Hey! That’s not fair! You know that’s gonna take a while to reverse!” I groaned. “You love it really…” I blushed. I mean… she wasn’t wrong. It made me feel really tiny and little and babyish… and out of all the effects… I’m actually glad this one was taking a while to fix. “You gotta get up!” She whined. “Why?” I groaned, throwing a stuffie at my girlfriend’s face and rolling over onto my tummy, my padded butt sticking up as I buried my face into our pillows. “Because today is the big day out! Remember!” “Oh… wait… that’s today?” “Yeah! So get Mummy to change you and then we can go!” “I bet I’m not the only one who needs a change…” I grinned. Danny pouted before shouting out, “MUMMY!” Catherine… or should I say Mummy… shuffled into the nursery, looking half asleep, wearing her dressing gown over her pyjamas, her blonde hair messily cascading down her shoulders. She really was beautiful for an Amazon, even when she just woke up like this. “Baby… it’s only just gone seven… I’ve only just woken up… Daddy is still asleep…” Mummy yawned, wiping the sleep from her eyes. “I know! But Ellie is stinky again and today is the big day!” Danny whined again. Danielle sounded so full of energy, clearly excited for today. I wasn’t as tired as Mummy, but I could happily have had another hour or two in bed. “I know babygirl… and we’ll get ready soon and head out. Now… What's all this about a mushy nappy?” Catherine said as she walked over to the crib we were both lying in, bending down and squishing the back of my nappy that was currently sticking up. “Eeeek!” I squealed as I felt the mush get pressed against my butt. “Let’s get you changed, little Ellie.” I loved when Mummy called me that. I mean, it had only been two weeks since they legally adopted me, but since then I had fully embraced this new life of mine. What I had been so scared of for so long, I now loved. It was like something within me unlocked and I finally let myself go. Or maybe it was the regression that finally did it. Either way… I was much happier now. Even happier now I had my adult mind back. The day after I had been regressed by David, Catherine did as she promised, she got me the earliest appointment with Eve as possible. And from what I’ve been told, Eve told them it was an easy and quick fix… mostly. The video was a common one she had seen before, and because of that, wasn’t difficult to reverse. So I spent a few days as a drooling, helpless baby. During that time I slowly regained my adult mind until I was back in full… albeit with a few side effects. Because whilst she was able to reverse most of the effects… I did lose some bladder and bowel control thanks to the regression video. She didn’t understand how little time with the video caused such a huge effect on me, but I figured it must be due to the times I had been regressed in all the loops. But of course I couldn’t tell her about that. I couldn’t tell anyone. Speaking of loops… I have to say, it was a huge surprise when my adult mind returned and found out it was a few days later. That the day had finally changed, that there was no loop this time. I’m still not sure what caused the loops, or what broke it… but whatever it was, worked. Maybe it was finally opening up to Danielle? Maybe it was finding parents who would love me and care for me whilst also allowing me to be an adult whenever I needed or wanted? I wasn’t sure, and at this point… I didn’t care. All that mattered was that the loop was broken, I was now dating and living with my best friend and girlfriend, and we have our new parents, who loved us and wanted to give us the best lives we could have. Sure, I’m now living the kind of life I would have been terrified of a few weeks ago, but I didn’t care anymore. This is what I wanted. What I needed. My heart had never felt so full… so happy… “Come on then stinky pants…” Mummy teased as she lifted me up, out of the crib, and over to the changing table. “We have to get you two ready for our big day out…” “You sure you’re okay with everything planned for today, Ellie?” Daddy asked from the car, dressed in the most ‘Dad’ outfit ever… a polo shirt and khaki pants. I looked over at him, then up at Mummy, who was dressed in a long, flowing, flowery dress, sunglasses on top of her head, and a changing bag over her shoulder, which she quickly hung on the back of our stroller as we stood on the pavement. ‘Our stroller…’ I smiled and giggled at that thought, the fact that Danielle and I were in matching outfits strapped into a two-seater stroller. Mummy had put us in our brand new matching skirtalls, along with cute frilly socks, our hair put up in pigtails, and the only difference between our two outfits being the colour of our tops. Mine was a white tee with pink collar and sleeves, with a unicorn on the front. Danielle had a yellow tee with a ducky on the front. “Uh huh!” I answered. To tell you the truth, I was nervous as hell. We had one stop before our big day out, and that stop was the most nerve-wracking thing about today for me. But once that was over… we’d move on to the thing we had been looking forward to all week. Because so far, I hadn’t been out of the house, except for the back garden (Which I can safely say, is much safer now Tom got a bigger fence installed) and my daily trips to go see Eve once I was done spending time in her hospital. So to go out… in public… around others… in my newly adopted state… yeah, I was a bit nervous. But I also felt safe, and happy… exactly what I wanted from this arrangement. And yes, I got the same arrangement as Danny. We can date, we can be adults… we just have to be babies for Mummy and Daddy too. Which… has definitely grown on me. “Right then, off you go then…” Daddy said, smiling over at me. Danielle held her hand out as we were pushed into the coffee shop. I placed mine over hers, gripping it, locking our fingers together, trying to hold it together. Mummy was taking us in to grab drinks for the road… and to see someone. Daddy waited in the car. Julie… had been told… about… everything… But I hadn’t seen her in two weeks. “ELISE!” I heard a shriek from the other side of the store. The whole place went dead silent, making my anxiety bad and my heart stop suddenly. I looked over to see Julie running over to us and sliding to her knees in front of our stroller, with the biggest smile on her face. It hurt, knowing that she probably still loved me… and I’m not going to lie, I have some feelings for her, but after her turning on me (even if that was only due to her manipulative Mother…), my feelings towards her aren’t as strong now. But as long as we stay in touch, I think we’re both better off dating other people and staying friends. I do still occasionally imagine what it would have been like if I had chosen her over Danny though… “Oh my god… so it really is true!” Julie said, smiling from ear to ear at me and Danny. “H… hai…” I smiled nervously at her from behind the dummy in my mouth. “You look so cute. And so happy! And I am so so so glad you’re back!” “We’re just here to grab some drinks for the road.” I mumbled. “Of course! Whatever you want, on the house!” Julie said, getting up to her feet and wandering back behind the counter, where two littles were working. Mummy pushed us over to the counter. Thankfully it was pretty empty, with no queue, so we went right up to the counter. “I’ll get this one guys…” Julie said to the littles working behind the counter. “So umm… a lot seems to have changed…” I said pointing at the two littles currently working in the background. “Oh those guys? Yeah! When David got fired, Head Office promoted me! And to avoid any bad publicity, they let me hire a couple of littles, as well as getting rid of the strike system. I may have… nudged them a bit regarding it…” Julie seemed… proud of herself. And she should be. “Really? That’s great! Congratulations!” “Yeah, and ever since, we’ve had a lot more littles come in.” I looked around… she wasn’t wrong. There were significantly more littles than even just two weeks ago. “And Elise?” Julie looked really serious for a second. “Yeah?” “I’m sorry.” “For what?” “For everything. For letting my Mum be so manipulative with me. I know I never tried to adopt you, but she… she wanted me to do it so badly. And I was so worried she’d actually convince me to do it one day. Don’t worry, as soon as I started getting my manager’s salary, I moved out of that house and cut ties with her. And I have you to thank for that.” “Awww, well I’m proud of you!” I replied, knowing full well that in a previous loop she had actually tried to adopt me. But like I said… that wasn’t her, it was her Mother. “Anyway, how are you doing? Catherine told me a bit after David attacked you. How’s the recovery coming along?” She asked. “It’s good. Back to my old self. But I’m now dating Danielle, I’m adopted by Catherine and Tom… and I couldn’t be happier.” “I’m so happy for you hun, I really am. Just… don’t go forgetting about me, okay?” I could sense a lingering sadness in her voice. “I don’t think I ever could. Don’t worry, I’m still allowed my phone, so I’ll be texting you all the time!” “Good!” Julie said, smiling. “Now, what can I get for you? And hey, where are you off to today then?” “It’s Ellie's first day out as an adopted little.” Catherine finally spoke up. “Oooh that must be scary! Going anywhere nice?” Julie asked. “We’re going to the zoo!” Danny shouted out, excited. “Oh wow! I bet you’re going to have lots of fun! So what can I get you?” “Hmm… What do my little princesses want today? You can have anything… within reason.” Catherine asked us. “Hot choccylat!” We both replied in unison, giggling. “Two hot chocolates, a coffee with two sugars and milk, and… how about a couple of eclairs for the little ones?” Catherine asked Julie. “That’s great!” Julie said, getting right to work on our order. Catherine passed two bottles over to her before she went off to prepare our drinks. I looked around my old workplace whilst we waited. The mix of littles and Amazons was something I wasn’t used to. The Amazons looked at us the way Amazons always do… like they wish they had adopted us first. And the way the littles looked at us… I wish there was an easier way to explain to them that we wanted this. That our arrangement was great. But no, they wouldn’t understand. A few weeks ago I wouldn’t have. It took a distortion in the fabric of time and space to make me realise what I wanted… what I needed. “You okay sweetie?” Catherine asked, looking down at me from behind the stroller. “Uh huh! I’m okay Mummy! Just… a bit nervous.” I replied. “Well as soon as we’re in the car, I have a bit of news for you.” “Good, I hope?” “Well if it was bad, I would have told you already!” Mummy said, sticking her tongue out at me, making me giggle. “Here you go… two drinks for the littles… one coffee for Mummy…” Julie said, sliding the drinks over the counter. “Oh bother… I forgot to get Tom a drink…” Mummy said, sighing. “Daddy can have mine!” I offered. “D’aww… she’s so sweet…” Julie said, smiling at me, making me blush. “Don’t worry, he can share mine.” Mummy replied. “I don’t mind making another drink…” Offered Julie. “Nah, we need to get going anyway, otherwise it’ll get too busy. I’ve booked a thing…” “WHAT THING?” Danielle shouted, sounding more excited than ever. “Some personal time with some otters…” “I LOVE OTTERS!” I shouted, maybe a little too loudly… “And if a certain pair of little girls don’t keep it down… they won’t see any otters…” Danielle and I zipped our mouths and looked down at our feet in an instant. “Yeah… I thought so. Anyway, we better be off. It was nice speaking to you in person, Julie!” Mummy said, waving goodbye. “Say bye bye girls.” “Bye!” We said together, waving at Julie. Julie waved back at us all. “Oh and Julie?” “Yeah?” She responded. “If you ever want to babysit…” Once we were all strapped in the car seats in the back of our car, ready to go to the zoo, our hot chocolate-filled baby bottles in hand, Daddy pulled out and headed off in the direction of the zoo. “So Ellie…” Catherine said, turning around in her seat whilst Daddy carried on driving. “Yes, Mummy?” I replied, taking a sip from my baba. “I spoke to Eve yesterday, whilst you and Danielle were with the nurse.” “Yeah?” “She was impressed with your degree, and from the comments made by your tutors at university. She was also impressed with the speed of your recovery.” “Oh?” “She wants you to work for her. With her, even.” “You mean… I’d be helping regressed littles?” “You’d get some use out of your degree, and you’d be helping others… is that something you’d like to do?” “I can… have a job… whilst adopted?” “Of course you can, sweetie! You know the terms of our arrangement. You can date, you can work, you can do everything. But you’re still adopted until you’re fully recovered, and you still get some baby treatment when you want or need it. Which can be ended at any time you want. Those are the terms we agreed upon. Same as the agreement we had with Danielle. She’s planning on going back to university to finish her degree later this year, and we’re hoping to get her declared an adult, and we were actually thinking of processing you at the same time. So kiddo… would you like to go work with Eve?” “I… I’d love to!” I wiggled in my seat, the thick nappy squishing about beneath me as I shoved the baby bottle teat into my mouth and suckled, the warm, milky drink flowing into my mouth, comforting me even more. ‘Best of both worlds…’ I thought to myself as Danielle held out her hand across the car. I took hold of it and squeezed. “I love you, Ellie.” She said, squeezing back. “I love you too, Danny.” Epilogue Regression Echo – LittleFallenPrincess I awoke during the night, just like I used to whenever I had bad dreams. The dreams were gone now, they had been ever since Elise came back into my life. But for some reason, I still woke up tonight. Two weeks of perfect sleep, now suddenly I was awake for no apparent reason. Rolling over carefully, I relaxed and watched my girlfriend sleeping soundly, clearly exhausted after a busy day at the zoo. ‘Fuck… she’s so adorable when shes so little and cute and excited…’ I thought to myself as I smiled, desperately wanting to kiss her right now. Problem is, that would probably wake her up. ‘You loved the zoo so much today. It was the happiest I’ve ever seen you. And I’m so glad you’re back in my life. If I ever see her again, I’ll have to thank her for bringing you back to me.’ It was at that moment, as if by fate, that I heard a slight tapping on the window. Sitting up slowly, so as to not wake my girlfriend, I watched as the curtains slowly opened themselves, revealing the woman I was literally just thinking about. ‘How?’ I mouthed to her as she looked at me through the nursery window, smiling. A flick of her wrist and the crib side slowly lowered, just like last time. Wagging her finger at me to come closer, I did as she wanted as I carefully climbed over Ellie, hopped out of the crib, and waddled over to the window. Thankfully Mummy hadn’t put us in those really thick nappies tonight, otherwise I’d be crawling the whole way. Reaching the window, I grabbed my little step stool, the same one I had used the last time I did this, and pulled it up to the window. Climbing up, I stretched up and unlocked the window, opening it. “Well hello there little one…” She said in her heavenly voice, floating in the air like a spirit. Her brown hair and white robes made her look even more angelic than her voice did. And those green eyes… you could lose yourself in those for an eternity. “H… hi…” I replied, as quietly as I could. “Don’t worry, she won’t wake up. Not whilst we speak anyway…” “Oh… good… so… umm…” “It worked then? Just like I said it would?” She asked. “Umm… yeah… thank you… seriously, thank you so much…” “I promised you sweetie… I promised you I’d help bring her back to you.” “I still can’t believe you did it. When you first offered… I thought you were crazy. But then after the first loop… Did you really have to loop time though? And regress her over and over again?” I asked, sounding maybe a little less grateful than I really was. “I’m sorry hun, but yes. It hurt me just as much as it hurt you, but she needed to realise what she really wanted. Those bad loops were necessary to help her discover her true self. Don’t worry, none of them left any lasting damage. All they did was bring out her hidden desire and reconnect the two of you.” “I’m glad she’s happy now though at least. I wish she didn’t have to go through all that bad stuff… but… I guess it’s worth it in the end.” “She seems happy. Especially now she’s with you…” The strange woman smiled at me, wistfully. “I just hope I make her as happy as she makes me.” I replied. “Oh I think you do. I can see it in her heart. And yours. You two are meant to be. You actually reminded me of me and my little girl when I first found you.” “You have a little?” I asked. “Well… it’s complicated. But yes. And we love each other very much. And we decided we’d help those in need. I saw the conflict in your heart… the longing. And I know what that feels like, to be kept from the one you love the most. And I just knew I needed to help. She helped too, popping into the coffee shop in every loop to make sure everything went okay.” “Well thank you, both of you. You brought us together. I must say… I hated going through all those loops, watching her run away at first, then having to deal with all those mean people kidnapping her and regressing her. The worst days were the ones where I never even got to see or speak to her. But I’m so glad it ended the way it did, so again, thank you.” “It’s really no problem sweetie, I’m happy to help. You deserve to be with the one you love. And I wish you the very best lives, the both of you.” “Buh… will I ever see you again? It was kinda nice having my own fairy godmother… sort of.” “I’m no fairy godmother, just… someone wanting to help. As for seeing me again… maybe you will? Maybe you won’t? There are a lot of people out there needing help. But we’ll see. It was nice meeting you, Danielle. I wish you all the best.” She said, turning around to leave. “Thank you… sorry… I never actually got your name…” I asked, stopping her in her tracks. “Freya.” “Well thank you, Freya. And I hope you and your little one have a happy life together.” “You’re very sweet, now… it’s late. Off to bed, little one…” She said, waving her hand. I felt a wave of drowsiness wash over me, so I nodded, closed the window, climbed down off the steps, and walked back over to the crib. Climbing back up, climbing over Ellie, and snuggling up next to her, I then wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close as I watched the strange woman who had made all of this possible wave her hand again, causing the crib railing to rise up. “I love you Ellie…” I whispered to my girlfriend, snuggling up to her and kissing her forehead. “I wuv you Danny…” She whispered back, still very much fast asleep. ‘Best of both worlds…’ ========================================================== So... It's done. Finished. Over. Tell me everything! Thoughts, opinions, feelings! I tried to keep when the ending of this was gonna happen a secret, but the tells were there... Each loop lasted 4 chapters, and most of my stories have been 40 chapters and an epilogue, which no one figured out. Do you like the ending? The plot? The twists? Tell me everything! I loved writing this story, and I'm so glad so many of you seemed to have enjoyed reading it! And I'd love to know what people thought about it all. And hey, maybe we'll see Ellie and Danny a bit more in Little in Love 2? When I eventually get round to starting that... Now, I have a tiny bit of bad news. I'm no longer going to be posting two stories at once. I do more work than a lot of other authors, and it's burning me out quickly. You'll still get a new chapter of the latest story every Weds and Sun, but no more chapters of a second story on Friday. So that means Infernum Infantem is moving to Weds/Sun as of next week! Two chapters per week of that, to match what I started on Patreon two weeks ago. My next story will start as soon as Infernum has finished (which won't be for a while, we're only like a quarter of the way through that so far on here). This allows me to write more and not worry as much, and build up a bit of a backlog when a story seems really slow to write (like this one I'm writing currently) or when mental health is making writing difficult (which is also the case right now). Hope you all understand! And remember, this is tomorrow's post, but as I'm unable to post tomorrow due to family things, I'm posting it a day early, so next chapter from me is Wednesday! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next 4 chapters of Infernum Infantem are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. 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New to being a diaper lover. Really love wearing one but partner thinks I'm crazy.

I like city too. But, I’m from the old LEGO school, just put a pile of parts in front of me, and I’m good.

SEE, it's not THAT easy to define! I understand the term and the idea of "diaper punishment". And, for someone who is not into diapers in any way or maybe had never even thought about anything like that, then, being forced into and kept in diapers, being made to use them without any way to NOT endure using them, then it WOULD be a "punishment". And, that's my point, exactly, regarding ABs and DLs. Being put into diapers, kept in them, forced to use them, for the AB or DL, regardless of the degree they are into their "scene", would not, in fact, be a "punishment". They would find some degree of enjoyment or pleasure from being diapered or in them. So, what would you envision to BE a PUNISHMENT for and AB or DL? NOT being allowed to BE in diapers? Etc.? Come on, Folks. Think. Challenge YOUR mind. See what you think. Then, share it! Thanks!

personally I believe Cindy Marie's Illustrated Story: "House of Shame" should be taken off the story section of this website. I don't feel its appropriate to have eroticas featuring underage minors.