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“This way, cutie.” Angela pushed open a set of double doors and guided Delilah inside. They entered a massive circular room, in the centre of which was a pillar made up to look like a lemon tree. On the couch that ringed its base, two littles were snuggled together reading a book. On the other side of the room, a little dressed entirely in pink was doing something complicated with some cushions. “What would you like to play with?” Angela asked, gently steering Delilah over to the toy bins along the outside wall. “Um…” Delilah looked around, overwhelmed by the options. A plastic ring stacking toy poked out of one bin, another was filled with soft toys, another held toy cars and trucks... “What kind of toys do you play with at home?” Angela coaxed her. “Uh…” Delilah fiddled with her water bottle, twisting the baby bottle nipple between her fingers. Truthfully, she didn't really play with baby toys. Even with Daddy's help, she'd never been able to get little enough to enjoy them. “I like Lego?” She offered hesitantly. “Oh, well…” Angela's tone was apologetic and slightly condescending. “Lego is just a little too big for you. Lots of little pieces. But...” She took down a bright red bin full of baby blocks and set it down on the rainbow playmats that surrounded the toy bins. “How about these?” Delilah nodded shyly. It didn't really seem like she was being given a choice. “That's a good girl. Now,” Angela straightened up and smiled at her. “I’m sure your daddy just changed you, but I’m just going to quickly check your diaper, okay honey?” Delilah stood still, almost frozen with embarrassment as Angela lifted the skirt of her onesie and felt between her legs. She was much more thorough than Daddy usually was, and her hands moved with businesslike and practised motions as she squished and prodded Delilah's diaper. “Alright,” Angela patted Delilah’s butt, making her jump, and pulled down her skirt again. She sat down beside the blocks. “Come sit, cutie.” Delilah’s diaper crinkled as she sat down awkwardly on the mats. She obediently followed Angela’s lead and picked up a block with the letter “L” on it. She was feeling silly and almost panicky; baby toys were… well… pretty boring. How was she going to survive a whole day doing stuff like this? “Good girl! How about we build a castle together?” Angela suggested, arranging some blocks into a foundation. “Here, you do the next layer.” Delilah scooted a little closer to Angela, feeling her diaper mush against the play mats. She picked up another handful of square letter and number blocks, hoping Angela wasn't going to use these to "teach" her counting or the alphabet. Angela leaned over and picked up Delilah’s pacifier from where it was dangling against her ribs. "Open!" She said, and placed it back in Delilah's mouth. "There, that's better, huh?" Delilah blushed and nodded, thankful that at least now she wouldn't be expected to answer any questions. She suckled her pacifier and carefully placed another block.

Virtue: 3 I'm releasing chapter 3! Thanks for the interest and kind comments so far! - Leah climbed the fence into the horse pasture, the stall cleaning fork in one hand. Her diaper squished against her crotch as she swung a leg over the top rail. Gripping the fence with her legs, she paused and looked out over the pasture, giving herself a second to back out of her plan. Later in the season it would be lovely, and she would ride Cookie bareback here. Now, the ground just recently thawed, it was a muddy nightmare. The only dry ground was on the small hill, where the shed that served as a shelter for the two horses stood. She glanced back towards the cow barn, checking to make sure her sister Abigail was still busy inside. The warm spring wind blew her hair - dirty blonde, and coming loose from its ponytail - around her face. Her heart was pounding. This wasn't her first time. Hell, it wasn't even the first time this week. Maybe one day, she thought, this wouldn’t scare the hell out of her. There was no sign of Abigail. The other girl had only been halfway done cleaning her side of the barn when she left. Leah would have maybe 10 minutes. She could do that. She pulled her other leg over and jumped down on the other side, careful not to bang the handle of the fork on the fence. The mud sucked at her gumboots. God, the barnyard stunk this time of year. Which suited her purposes just fine. Leah had been holding since she woke up. Not pee, of course, since she knew that was still beyond her. But with considerable effort, she had been able to keep from messing herself. She'd rushed through her chores, sweating and cramping, hoping to get a few minutes alone before breakfast. By the time she left the barn, the cramping had slowed to a uncomfortable fullness in her tummy and holding was no longer an active struggle. Leah was sure this was a sign that she was learning quickly. She squished through the mud, heading for the shed. Her blue workman’s overalls felt tight around her hips and her butt as she walked. Although she was tall and thin, the bulk of her diaper made her look pear shaped. Even though they were the only reasonable attire for working with cattle, Leah hated the overalls. She did not appreciate the way they pressed her diaper against her, and they were not flattering. She knew that she should be grateful that her parents let the girls wear pants of any kind, since most families in Virtue considered them too masculine and immodest for women. But honestly, she was almost inclined to agree. At least a skirt didn't put her diaper on display. Not that Leah was overly concerned about what anyone in Virtue thought about anything. Because Leah was going to get out. Misty, grey and still fuzzy with her winter coat, emerged from the shed on top of the hill. She walked towards Leah with her ears up, her fat belly swaying. Leah held out a hand, let Misty sniff it. The horse's breath was warm against Leah's skin. Leah patted her on the shoulder, then stepped past her. Misty continued down the hill to the hay that Leah had already forked over. As Leah crested the hill, the ground became drier under her feet. She approached the shed. It was closed on three sides and roofed with corrugated tin. The open side faced away from the barn and into the forest on the edge of her family's property. The horses had chewed on it in more than one place, and there were knotholes and small gaps in it's planks. It was not ideal, she knew. But it would work for now. Leah took another look back towards the cow barn. No Abigail. Leah had no intentions of becoming a housewife and family milk cow like her mother, popping out seven babies and still being forced to wear diapers even after all those babies had grown up. That was the life her older sister Rebecca had signed on for, and her little sister Hannah, who Leah suspected had never had an original thought in her life, would undoubtedly do the same. That was the life that was waiting for her, if she stayed in Virtue. Leah took a deep breath. She was sweating again. Her nerves were not making holding any easier. She had made up her mind some time ago that no matter what her sisters did or her family thought, she was going to be part of the outside world. And although she didn’t know much about it, she did know one thing; out there, women were potty trained. She stepped into the shed. The bay gelding, Cookie, pricked his ears and sniffed Leah as she entered. She smiled and stroked his neck just under his black mane, where his coat was the softest. "Move." Leah shoved Cookie’s side gently. “Go eat.” The horse took a few steps out of the shed, sighed, looked back over his shoulder at her. “Shoo.” She waved the fork at him. Cookie sighed again and snorted softly. He left the shed and picked his way down to the hay. Leah leaned up her stall cleaning fork against the wall of the shed. She kicked aside the manure with her gumboots. She unzipped her overalls and ungracefully began shrugging them off. Underneath, she was wearing only her diaper and the pale green tanktop she had slept in. She pulled off the blue cotton sleeves and goosebumps rose on her arms as the clammy air hit her skin. She had not thought it was cold out until that moment. It made her feel more exposed, more aware that she was stripping off her clothes in the barnyard. There was, of course, no toilet that Leah had access too. Her father had uninstalled the one in the girl's bathroom before she was even born. The only one in the house was in the locked bathroom that the boys used. The outhouse, too, had been destroyed a long time ago. The temptation to the girls wasn't worth it, her parents had said. So, Leah’s only realistic option was to practice her potty training outside. In whatever corner of the barnyard she could find. Now standing with her diaper exposed and her overalls around her knees, Leah bent over to stuff the top of her overalls into the pants so that she didn’t drag them in the dirt. Or poop on them. The day before yesterday, her corner of choice had been in the cow barn. She'd taken as long as possible with her chores, letting Abigail finish and move on to feeding the chickens. Then she'd stripped, squatted, shit into the same manure trough that the cows did. She'd had to ask herself, ass out, shitting in the barn like another animal, if this was really the dignity she was looking for. She wasn't sure that she had an answer. Leah stumbled, hobbled by her overalls around her ankles, and caught her balance with one arm against the shed. The chewed edges of the wood left splinters in her skin. Leah let out a frustrated breath and bent down to untangle herself. Footsteps outside. She froze. There would be no getting out of this. Oh, Abby, you'll never guess what happened, I just slipped and all my clothes fell off and my diaper- Warm alfalfa scented breath blew across her face. She looked up and directly into Cookie’s pink nose. "Shoo!" She hissed at him. "Aren't you hungry?" The horse, having already lost interest in breakfast, took a step back and tossed his head slightly. His ears were up and cheerful, and he was watching her with uncharacteristic interest. He’d never seen her do anything so strange before. Leah sighed, put a hand on her chest, tried to regain her composure. Well, it wasn't like Cookie was going to tattle on her. She pulled down her diaper and plastic pants. This was the hardest part. It felt wrong to have nothing between her legs. When had she felt that, when she wasn't getting her butt wiped? Even during showers, she still wore plastic pants. She squatted. This too was wrong, and something her and her sisters had been scolded for many times. Squatting to poop, like a dog or a toddler, implied control and intent, and was inappropriate for a woman as she should have neither. A good girl was surprised by her body every time. Well. Good thing Leah was not a good girl. She pushed. And pushed again. Nothing. She tried again, grunting with effort. Cookie took a step closer and sniffed the top of her blonde head. Leah bobbed her butt up and down in frustration, tears stinging her eyes. A trickle of pee splattered her gumboots. That was all that was coming. “LEAH???” Cookie snorted and threw up his head, looking towards the cow barn. Leah fell back, her butt hitting the dirt. She felt her bladder release under her as she hit the ground. Her pee pooled in the dust, then rolled in rivulets across the uneven ground. She jumped up, terrified that it would get on her diaper or overalls and give her away. She followed Cookie’s gaze, craning her neck to peer through the gap in the boards towards the cow barn. Abigail was standing by the fence. Leah calmed only slightly. She knew her sister couldn't see her, but she also knew that Abigail would walk up to see what was wrong if she didn't answer her. She tried to dust off her butt and found she was muddy with pee and dirt between her legs. She wiped herself with her hand. Clumps of dirt and strands of hay clung to her fingers. Not knowing what else to do, she smeared it on the wall of the shed, and wiped herself again, and again. The third time her hand came away clean. Good enough. Her hands trembling, she dragged her diaper up her slim thighs, doing a ridiculous little hop-skip to get it back on. She frantically pulled on her overalls and peeked her head around the corner of the shed to look at Abigail. “YEAH???” she yelled back, in her most bored and irritated big sister voice. She was still struggling with her zipper. “What are you doing over there?” Abigail - short, chubby, messy dark hair spilling over her shoulders - was resting her arms on the middle fence rail. Her obviously full diaper sagged between her legs. “Um, cleaning the shed?” Leah ducked back inside, grabbed her stall cleaning fork, and scooped up the piles of horse manure in record time. She emerged from the shed, skilfully carrying the manure on the tines of the fork. She still felt shaky and dizzy with anxiety. She walked over to the fence, a little ways down from were Abigail was standing, and flung the poop over at the manure bin on the other side. “Take your time. It’s not like some of us are desperate for a change.” Abigail’s tone was sarcastic, but she was grinning. Abby was always so damn cheerful that it was almost worse than Hannah’s doe-eyed innocence. But at least she was clever, and not a world champion tattletale like their youngest sister. “I’m almost done. You can go up to the house if you want.” “I’ll wait for you.” Leah turned away so Abigail wouldn’t see the disappointment on her face. Damn it. Well, maybe she could sneak away again before their dad got home… She stomped back up to the shed, got another scoop full of manure, went back to the fence, and catapulted it over as violently as she could. She got some satisfaction from hearing it thud against the walls of the manure bin. That's exactly what this town was. A giant pile of shit. She climbed back over the fence, her diaper squishing under her again as she put her weight on the fence rail. As she dropped down, the landing jarred her tummy and set off another wave of cramping. She put a hand on her stomach, still uncomfortably full even after all that effort. There was nothing for it now, she was not going to get a chance to poop anywhere other than in her diaper today. She tried to push. Nothing. Leaning the fork against the fence, she sighed, stood up straight, and pushed her hair out of her face. She walked back up to where her sister was waiting. She would make it out. She would.

Delilah hurried back over to Daddy. She tugged her sea-turtle out from under his arm, pressing it against her chest. Resting her head on his shoulder, she peered down at the clipboard in his hands. He had just finished with the emergency contact section and was going through the yes or no questions. She watched as he circled "N" for "Has your little attended daycare before? Y/N" and then "N" again for "Is your little potty trained? Y/N." Daddy handed the clipboard back to Angela, who studied it carefully. “So she’s not using the potty at all?” She said, looking up at Daddy for confirmation. “That’s right." Delilah shuffled her feet, pressing her sea-turtle against her small breasts. The way Angela looked right past her as she spoke to Daddy was almost more embarrassing than listening to them talk about her. “Oh, good. Changing diapers is so much easier than dealing with littles who are still potty training.” Angela set the clipboard on top of the cubbies. "Is she good about coming to you if she’s dirty?" “Sometimes." Daddy tickled Delilah's tummy, who squealed and squirmed away. "She already had a big poopy this morning, but she usually has another one sometime in the-” “Daddy!” Delilah spat out her pacifier and tugged at his sleeve sharply. He didn’t need to tell Angela everything about her diapers. Ignoring her fussing, Daddy slid his arm around her waist, squeezing her gently. He handed her snacks to Angela. “Is there anything else you need for her? I have her diaper bag in the car.” “As long as she has a change of clothes, we should be all good. We’ll give you a call right away if anything comes up.” “Thank you.” Daddy turned to Delilah, handing her her water bottle. “You be a good girl today, okay?" He instructed, as he put a hand on the doorknob. "Drink lots of water, it's gonna be hot out.” Delilah nodded, putting her arms around him for a last hug. “Bye bye, Dada.” “Bye bye, baby. I’ll see you this afternoon, okay?” Delilah felt the panic rising in her as soon as Daddy closed the door behind him. Why had she agreed to this? Now she was alone here, in a strange house with strange people, who were going to treat her like she was two, and Daddy wasn’t here to give her a hug if it got to be to much. She blushed as she thought of everything he did for her in a day, that today someone new would have to help her with. Feeding her, checking her, changing her... Why had he even brought up her messy diapers, now she was going to worry about having one all day and- Angela took her hand. "Do you want to come up and see the playroom, Delilah?” Delilah looked up into Angela's face, startled by the sudden contact. She realized that the other woman was probably around her own age, if not younger. Someone who in her adult life, she could have easily been friends with and had grown-up conversations with. For a second Delilah plunged into her shame, wondering what Angela must think of her. Almost thirty and still in diapers, still getting dropped off at daycare because she couldn't be trusted to take care of herself. But Angela's smile was kind and reassuring, and Delilah relaxed again, sliding back into regression. "Yes please.” She said quietly. Delilah let Angela lead her up the stairs and out of the porch. As they stepped into the windowed hallway, the morning sun bathed them in light.

Virtue: 2 Michelle Michelle shifted her weight as she poured water into the large pot. It was not even 8:00 am and already she desperately wanted to get off her feet. Her wide hips ached from the weight of her diaper and she was beginning to itch. She rubbed her chest with one hand. Her breasts, heavy with milk, were starting to drip into her bra. Urine spurted into her diaper as Michelle set the pot on the stove. The burner clicked twice, and ignited. Michelle's husband had been out of town for three days now, and her daughters, Leah and Abigail, had been feeding the cows on their own. The girls were now 24 and 22 respectively, but Michelle still doubted their ability to get their chores done before either her diaper or her breasts leaked all over the floor. She opened one of the white kitchen cabinets that flanked her stove and pulled out the canister of rolled oats. It was empty except for a few forlorn oats dusted across the glass bottom. Typical, she thought. Just like these girls to empty it and not even think to refill it. After years of rigorous diaper training, Michelle was now fully incontinent. The two booster pads she required in her night diaper forced her to waddle on her way over to get the bag of oats out of the walk-in pantry. As she rounded the island in the centre of the farmhouse kitchen, she checked to see if the table was set. It was not. Hannah had scattered some cutlery around and moved onto more important things. “Hannah?” Michelle said with measured restraint. “Finish setting this table please.” "Oh!" Hannah jumped up from her perch on the windowsill, blushing and looking down at her hands. "Sorry." She rushed over to get the bowls and glasses out of the cupboard, her plastic pants rustling under her dress. Behind Hannah's back, Michelle rolled her eyes. She stepped into the pantry. Hannah's mind was always, always on something other than her work. Sometimes, in her less charitable moments, Michelle thought it was on nothing at all. So much for all the "grounding" effects of diapers she'd heard so much about. Michelle still bitterly missed her eldest daughter, Rebecca, who was capable and obedient and had been a tremendous help to her mother while she was at home. Not like these three she was left with now. I must remember to call her later, Michelle thought, if I want to see her for the wedding. Rebecca had moved away several years ago after her husband had taken a job outside of their isolated community. Michelle had not seen her since, and only spoke to her on the phone occasionally. Michelle had struggled with letting her go, but she trusted Rebecca to remain diapered and obedient, even living in the outside world. Now out of sight of Hannah, Michelle hooked a hand under her dress and adjusted her diaper. She ran a finger under her plastic pants to scratch herself. The elastic leg gathers were pressing into her thighs and irritating her skin. The smell of her wet diaper stayed on her fingers as she pulled her hand away. That ammonia, cat-pee smell that used to embarrass her so much. Now it permanently hung around her crotch. She'd done her best to make her peace with it. Michelle massaged her full breasts. A jet of milk spurted into her bra. She wasn't hurting yet, but if those girls took much longer she was going to have to either pump or make Hannah nurse for all three of them. A bloom of warmth spread throughout her diaper as she squatted to pick up the large bag of oats. She paused, letting herself finish peeing. The sound of her piss hitting the cloth was audible even over Hannah clattering dishes in the dining room. She pressed a hand against the warm plastic, checking that she wasn’t leaking. Not that she could do anything about it if she was. It wouldn’t be the first time she had been forced to cook breakfast with piss dripping down her legs. Michelle no longer felt shame or disgust about using her diaper, as she had when she was Hannah’s age. Not that she would ever tell her daughters that. She'd made sure to impress on them that diapers were meant to be humbling and shameful. And of course, this was really a gift that they should be thankful for, since it helped guide their behaviour as women. But truthfully, the days of burning with humiliation at every wet and dirty diaper were long past her now. Michelle had been in diapers for over thirty years. More than half her life. Far too long to really believe that soiling herself was anything more than an uncomfortable inconvenience. The fridge door banged shut as Michelle waddled back into the kitchen with the oats. Hannah emerged from behind it with a carton of orange juice in each hand. The purple box of laxative packets was on the counter beside her. Oh, good girl, Michelle thought to herself. She remembered this time. “When you’re done with that,” The oatmeal puffed fine dust out on to the countertop as Michelle slammed it down. “Shake out the rugs and sweep this floor please.” Hannah nodded. She squeezed past her mom with the juice, the box of laxatives tucked under one arm. The smell of her dirty diaper trailed after her. Scooping the oatmeal out of the bag with a measuring cup, Michelle began pouring it into the boiling water. She farted loudly and wetly into her diaper as she set the cup down and reached for a mixing spoon. Hannah, who was lining up the cartons of juice on the table, threw up her head like a startled deer to stare at Michelle’s butt, her ears practically pricked up. Michelle sighed. For all her apparent innocence, Hannah was one of those nosey girls who just had to know what was going on in everyone else’s diaper at all times. Always had been. When Michelle was younger and still adjusting to her own diaper training, it used to embarrass her terribly when her daughter would loudly ask what mommy had done in her diaper. Now it only irritated her. “No, Hannah, I didn’t.” Michelle looked through the steam at Hannah, replying to her unasked question. “Worry about your own diaper.” "Sorry." "Get those rugs picked up, please." Hannah nodded. She bent to pick up the rug by the table, the her diaper pressing against the back of her dress. Shaking her head, Michelle turned back to her oatmeal. Hannah brushed past her mom on her way out the door with the rugs. The smell of her diaper was much more pungent and Michelle wondered if she'd used it again. She'd still have to wait until after breakfast, if she had. The door clicked shut behind her. Michelle listened for the soft thumps that would tell her that Hannah was beating the rugs out and not daydreaming. After a few seconds, she heard it. The dust plumed out over the driveway. Michelle stirred the oatmeal. She pulled the brown sugar and cinnamon out of the cabinet to her right. At least she knew Hannah would always be a good girl. She had always been polite and shy, and other than her unladylike fascination with other people’s diapers, was a very sweet and inoffensive girl. And unlike her sisters, who had all gone through rebellious phases, Hannah had never offered a moment’s resistance to being kept in diapers. Michelle had been deeply ashamed to have to explain to her four daughters that yes, really, there had once been a time when she thought it was her right to use a toilet. Yes, just like the boys did. No, she hadn’t known it was wrong. Yes, she even wiped herself. No, she hadn’t found it gross, unfeminine, undignified. She just didn’t know any better. That was just what the world was like, outside their safe little community of Virtue. She had not been lucky and privileged, as they were. And weren't they glad to live here, now that they knew that? Although Michelle was a little jealous of her daughters for not having to go through diaper training, she was thankful that they would never live the kind of sinful, virtueless life that she had once led. They would all make innocent virginal brides, who would not need to be diaper trained or shown their place by their husbands. Already, they all knew exactly the right way for a woman to behave. Michelle tapped her wooden spoon on the side of the pot, placed it on her spoon rest. Turning away from the stove, Michelle went to refill the canister of oats. Right as she hoisted the bag and started to pour, she felt it. She farted again, and then her body opened and a firm mess parted her cheeks. It stopped half inside her, trapped by the pressure of her diaper. Michelle spread her legs and tilted her hips, jiggling the heavy cloth to make room. The rest of her poop, solid and massive, piled into the seat of her diaper. Michelle sighed as she screwed the lid back on the canister. She could already smell herself. Well, better to get it over with now instead of after she was changed. Still, she wasn't looking forward to sitting down in this to eat. She turned to place the canister back in the cabinet. Catching her reflection in her oven door, she could see that her diaper was pushed out in a triangular bulge that was unmistakable even through her dress. The door opened and Hannah stepped back in, the broom in her hand. She put a delicate hand up to cover her nose and, leaning around the kitchen island to get a better look, stared intently at Michelle’s diaper. “Yes,” Michelle rolled her eyes. “Yes, Hannah, I did.”

Virtue follows the lives of several women raised in a restrictive cult which forces it’s female members to wear and use diapers. Some characters resist this form of control, some embrace it, and others seek to use it to their advantage. 18+. This story will contain elements of coercion, brainwashing, and misogyny. There will be no incest but there will be family dynamics that would be reprehensible in real life. The first two chapters of this story are public, further updates will be posted on my patreon. When/if the rest of the story becomes public, it will be posted in this thread as well. All characters are over 18. - Virtue: 1 Hannah Hannah stood in the kitchen, her hands in the warm dish water, watching the sparrows outside bathing in the puddles from yesterday’s rain. Hannah shifted her legs as she reached for the dish soap. Her heavy cloth night diaper sagged between them, straining her frosted plastic pants. The skirt of her faded blue gingham dress swished over the plastic as she moved. At the sound of a loud slap behind her, Hannah started and looked over her shoulder, a burst of urine dribbling into her diaper as she did so. Her mother, Michelle, had just plopped a large wad of bread dough on the table and was kneading it aggressively. Hannah watched her admiringly, envying her mother’s confidence and skill in the kitchen. She knew that in her mother, she was looking at her future. Michelle was middle aged, pudgy, and had a tired but attractive face. Her dark curly hair was pulled back in a bun and she worked the dough with the shapely arms and strong hands of a woman used to hard labour. Michelle’s diaper, the outline of which was clearly visible against the back of her dress, looked heavier than her own. Unlike Hannah, her mother had a distinct waddle as she moved around the kitchen. However, Hannah still thought that Michelle’s large diaper looked less out of place on her matronly figure than on her own girlish hips. Hannah greatly admired her mother’s humble strength in the many sacrifices she had made for her family. She was thankful that for her, everything would be easier than it had been for her mother. She had had the privilege to be raised correctly from the start, whereas her mother had had to relearn everything about a virtuous life when she met Hannah’s father. Looking up from working the dough to see Hannah watching her, Michelle directed a single pointed look back at the dishes. Hannah blushed and picked up a spatula, feeling herself softly pass gas into her diaper as she did so. One good thing about getting up early to help mom in the kitchen was that it gave her bowels a chance to move before her morning diaper change. The downside, of course, was having to spend more time awake in her much thicker night diaper. Hannah picked up a bowl with a pattern of soft pink flowers around the rim and dipped her dishrag into the soapy water. Truthfully, Hannah did have a tiny secret, and one that made her blush with guilt to think of. She knew very well that it wasn’t appropriate for women to hold their waste, but she had been secretly practising influencing when she used her diaper. Too often, her body chose to go only after she had been changed into the diaper she would spend the rest of the day in. Hannah had slowly learned that with a little effort, she could dirty her diaper before her morning change and therefore spend most of the afternoon in a cleaner diaper. She’d never been explicitly told it was wrong, but she couldn’t imagine it was something a truly good and virtuous girl would do. Nonetheless, it gave her the tiniest thrill to exert this little bit of control over her life, and to privately know that at least some of her innocent feminine accidents were intentional. As she felt the pressure building in her bowels, she knew that she needed to act now before the urge passed. Feeling herself flushing with excitement and embarrassment, Hannah spread her legs slightly and tried to push. She braced her small hands on the edge of the sink and leaned forward, unable to concentrate on pretending to wash a dish as she pushed. Hannah stifled a little gasp as she felt a unexpectedly large and mushy mess slide into her diaper. Hannah beamed even through the familiar shame she always felt after using her diapers. That was so easy! She tried to casually smooth down the back of her skirt, feeling the slight bulge of her mess under her plastic pants. Sheepishly, Hannah’s gaze darted back over to her mother to check if she’d noticed. Michelle’s only indication that she was aware her daughter had filled her diaper was an expressionless glance at Hannah’s bottom. She continued dividing the dough for buns without comment. Hannah turned back to the dishes, looking at her reflection in a large soup spoon. Only 19, she was sweetly and delicately beautiful, with a heart-shaped face, large expressive brown eyes, and a constellation of freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her light brown hair was braided in a single thick plait and her bangs, which she had been growing out, were tucked behind her ears. Hannah placed the spoon in the dish rack and began picking at the dried dough along the edge of a mixing bowl. She knew that of course, under no circumstances would her mom say anything negative about her dirty diaper. Her mother had always made it very clear that it was one thing for the boys to tease their sisters about their full diapers, but for the girls to do it to each other was nothing but catty meanness. Still, she felt reassured that her mom hadn’t noticed anything unusual about her accident. She wondered if her mother ever experimented with maintaining control over her body in this way. She couldn’t imagine that her mother would ever think of such a thing. She did wonder about her older sisters, who certainly didn’t have all the respect for themselves that they ought too- “Are you quite done with those dishes, Hannah?” Hannah’s head shot back up at this subtle rebuke. She looked back over her shoulder at her mother. Michelle gestured with a flour covered hand to the dining room. “Can you set the table please?” Her voice was incredibly controlled and betrayed only the slightest sign that her limited supply of patience was wearing. Hannah nodded and wiped her hands on a dish towel. Grabbing a handful of cutlery, she made her way over to the table. As accustomed to it as she was, her full diaper still interrupted her natural grace. She felt awkward and infantile, especially after receiving a tiny reprimand from her mother for dilly-dallying. Hannah carefully set the table and straightened the floral table runner. As she looked up, she was dazzled by the morning sun shining through the dining room windows. Outside, the pear trees in the yard were just coming into bloom. Beyond them and only just visible from the window, her and her sister’s diapers were drying on the clothesline. Hannah sat down on the low window ledge, entranced by the birds that were flitting around the pear blossoms. Her diaper squished uncomfortably under her, her mess mushing upwards into the front of her diaper and pressing against her vulva. Hannah smiled, knowing that it was a sign that she was loved and protected. She knew that she was truly blessed.

“Good morning!" The door was opened by a small woman who almost looked like a sunflower herself. She wore her pale red hair in a half ponytail, and wisps of it haloed her small angular face. "Is this Delilah?” “This is her.” Daddy bounced Delilah gently against his hip. “Can you say hi, sweetie?” “Hi.” Delilah whispered around her pacifier. “Hi Delilah! What a pretty name!” The woman seemed to be brimming with frenetic energy, and she spoke to Delilah in a voice usually reserved for precocious toddlers. “My name's Angela! I'm a caregiver here." Her voice dropped back into a normal register as she spoke to Daddy. “Oh, she is such a cutie. Look at those freckles! Come inside, please.” Daddy carried her through the doorway, Delilah squeezing herself against him so that they could fit. He set her down on a bench just inside the door and she let go of him reluctantly. Daddy knelt in front of her and undid the velcro straps on her sneakers. She had never been good at laces. Delilah shrugged her backpack off and held it in her lap like a shield. She fiddled with the tentacles, running them through her fingers as she looked around the room. It was almost as bright and vibrant as the outside of the house. On the wall opposite from her was a row of square cubbies painted in a rainbow of colors, holding shoes and backpacks. A scattering of clipboards hung from the wall above them, and a large bulletin board displayed completed coloring pages and paper crafts. “Big day, huh?” Angela asked her, squatting beside the bench as Daddy tugged off her right shoe. “Your daddy told me you’d never been to daycare before?” Daycare. Hearing the word out loud made Delilah blush. She shook her head shyly, glad that her pacifier gave her an excuse not to use her words. “Are you excited?” Angela asked. Her smile was warm and radiant, and her cheerful kindergarten teacher voice made Delilah squirm. Delilah nodded, although she wasn’t sure if excited was the right word for the bubbly anxiety she was experiencing. Daddy pulled off her other shoe and one of her lace trimmed socks came away with it. He picked it up and reached for her foot. Instinctively, Delilah tried to yank her feet away, worried he would try to tickle them. He grabbed her by the ankle before she could, and slipped the sock back onto her tiny foot. “Has she had breakfast already?” Angela asked Daddy as they both stood up. “She has. And she has a few snacks in her backpack. I know you provide meals, but just in case she’s fussy about the options.” “Perfect.” Daddy opened the backpack in her lap and pulled out her waterbottle and the reusable bag that contained her snacks, thankfully not looking under her clothes to find her contraband. He handed Delilah her shoes, trading them for her sea-turtle plushie. He leaned down to her level and pointed to the cubbies along the wall. “Can you pick out a cubby to put your stuff in?” Delilah jumped up and crossed the room to the cubbies, eager to get out from under Daddy and Angela. Being talked about like she wasn’t there made her feel flustered and small. “Any medications that we should be aware of?” Angela asked Daddy. Delilah picked a sherbet orange cubby and shoved her shoes inside, pushing her backpack in on top of them. She almost wanted to climb inside one and hide. “Just her hormones, and she’s already taken those this morning.” A handful of the other cubbies were also full. The one directly beside hers - robin’s egg blue - held a Hello-Kitty backpack and a pink fisherman's hat. She wondered how many clients Daylily cared for, and how many other littles she was going to have to meet today. “Great! If you can just fill out our registration form then-” Delilah suckled her pacifier and worried the clip in her fingers. She kept feeling herself slipping in and out of littlespace; her eagerness pulling her in and then her shame dragging her back out. She smoothed her onesie and tried to calm the fluttering in her tummy. She wanted to be here, she wanted this experience, and she knew Daddy needed to be sure that she was safe and cared for while he was busy. But she was still ashamed to want it, too be this little and need this much care. She hoped she could stay out of her head long enough to enjoy it.

“Daylily” will focus on regression and babying, and will have little to no actual sexual content. This series features the same main character as my earlier story, “Delilah.” It will also be publicly available on my patreon. All characters are adults. This is still fetish content, so 18+ readers only please. Delilah’s Daddy unsnapped the straps of her booster seat and helped her out of the car. She put her arms around his neck and allowed herself to be lifted out and set on her feet. Her pink and white sneakers crunched on gravel as she touched the ground. He kissed her cheek and handed her sea-turtle plushie, which she clutched to her chest. Turning away, he went to fish her backpack out of the back seat. Delilah smoothed the skirt of her onesie against her slim thighs and fiddled with her pacifier clip. Daddy had let her pick out a new onesie for the occasion, and she’d chosen sky blue with a pattern of yellow flowers. They had both had fun getting her ready; her hair was up in pigtails, and Daddy had selected blue and yellow hair ties to match her onesie. She had loved how she looked when they left the house that morning, but now she felt anxious and self conscious. Being babied in public was new to Delilah. She knew that this secluded house, shielded from the road by a thick row of evergreens, was hardly “public.” Still, she felt exposed, standing in a stranger’s driveway dressed like a little girl. They were parked in front of a board fence that separated the driveway from the yard. “Daylily” was painted in cheerful yellow letters on the sign that hung from the gatepost. She stood on tiptoe to see over the fence. Fruit trees obscured the house, but the yellow siding was visible through the branches. Dandelion yellow. Daylily yellow? She wasn’t sure. Delilah did not know much about flowers. She heard Daddy behind her. “Here, let’s get your backpack on, sweetie.” Delilah let her Daddy slide the straps of her jellyfish backpack up her arms. The main compartment in the bell of the jellyfish held her snacks and an emergency change of clothes, as well as the gameboy and three bags of candy she’d shoved inside when Daddy wasn’t paying attention. Plush tentacles hung down her back and swung as she moved, brushing her bum. He took her hand and smiled at her. “Ready baby?” Delilah nodded. Her small hand trembled in his steady one. The gate creaked as Daddy opened it and lead her through. She held her sea-turtle firmly by one flipper, swinging him against her leg as she walked. A path of stepping stones led them through the fruit trees and towards the house. The leaves whispered in the breeze as they passed under them and Delilah could hear insects buzzing. Outdoor toys were sitting in the shade of the trees; a playhouse, a blue plastic rocking horse, a toddler slide. Swings hung from the largest branches. As they stepped out from under the trees, the house came into full view. Delilah stopped. It was large and sprawling, and spilled over the slight hill that it sat on like a riot of yellow daylilies, daffodils, dandelions. Behind the house, Delilah could see the tops of playground equipment and something shining - was that water? Her heart was beating fast. What would they be like? How was she going to handle being little without Daddy there? Daddy let go of her hand and rubbed the small of her back, making the tentacles of her backpack sway. “Are you still nervous, sweetie?” “Little bit.” Delilah laughed uneasily and sucked in air through her teeth. She turned around to hug him, wanting to hide against him. Which wasn’t easy - she was four inches taller than he was. “You’re gonna have so much fun, sweetie.” He squeezed her gently, rubbing her hips. Her diaper rustled under his palm. “And you’ll have lots to tell me about tonight.” “But I’ll miss you." “I’ll miss you too, sweetheart.” Daddy scooped her up, holding her against his hip. Although Delilah was tall, her build was tiny and birdlike. Her Daddy, short and heavy-set, could lift her easily. “But it’s just for the day.” “I know.” She put her arms around his shoulders, her sea-turtle flopping against his back. His beard tickled her cheek and her diaper squished under his hand as he supported her butt. Delilah blushed. She hadn’t realized she was wet already. He carried her the rest of the way to the house. Flowerbeds flanked the front door, and lilies and peonies looked up at her as Daddy climbed the steps. She reached out and trailed a hand along the railing. It was warm under her fingers. It was going to be hot today. She could already smell it. They had reached the top of the steps. Daddy kissed her and tickled her tummy, and she giggled and smiled despite her nervousness. He picked up her pacifier from where it was hanging against her ribs and placed it in her mouth. “Do you want to ring the doorbell, baby?” Delilah nodded, suckling her pacifier to help calm herself. The doorbell was shaped like a sunflower, the button was the black seed head. She took a deep breath, and rang.

Thanks! The real fantasy here is getting through an entire scene without the call dropping

Hi everyone! This is my first time posting here so please let me know if I do something that violates community etiquette. This is the first of what will likely be several stories about this character. More writing is available on my patreon. All characters are adults. 18+ - Delilah woke up as the warm mush filled the seat of her diaper. She squirmed against the giant teddy bear that took up nearly half her bed, still too sleepy to understand the sensation. A hot rush of pee flooded her already soaked padding and she came fully awake. She opened her eyes. She was laying on her back between the legs of her teddy, with her head resting on his soft belly. Still feeling pressure in her tummy, Delilah opened her legs and pushed. She whimpered as the rest of a large, firm mess plopped into her diaper. Blushing, she reached down to gently feel the lump in her thick disposable. Her diaper warmed under her hand as her bladder finished emptying itself. She sat up with her back against her teddy’s tummy, drawing her knees up and trying not to squish her mess against her kitty. A faint but noticeable smell of poop wafted up as she flipped back her covers. Pushing back her pale pink hair, she put on her glasses and picked up her phone. Morning daddy, she typed. She held up her phone to take a selfie. After two years on estrogen, she was still both adjusting to and reveling in her own beauty. She loved her soft skin, her small firm breasts, the subtle new curves on her thin body. The low cut of her nightgown showed off her collarbones and a tiny hint of cleavage, the soft blue color of the fabric matching her eyes. Her most striking feature was her large pretty mouth, almost too big for her tiny face. Sticking out her butt and tugging up her nighty to make sure her diaper was visible, Delilah snapped her selfie. She swiped back to a message from “my daddy ❤️.” Morning baby ❤️, it read. She replied with her selfie. Turning slightly onto her side, she reached behind her and, shoving her teddy’s leg out of the way to get a better angle, took a picture of her messy diaper. The brown stain was slowly spreading up the back of the diaper after her last wetting. She sent it to her partner. my daddy ❤️: My pretty baby ❤️ my daddy ❤️: Are you poopy? Delilah smiled and leaned forward, supporting herself on her elbows as she typed. Her teddy’s fluff tickled her thighs as she jiggled her messy diaper against him. 🏳️‍🌈 LilahLemon (she/her)🍋🏳️‍⚧️: Big time hehe my daddy ❤️: Good girl 🏳️‍🌈 LilahLemon (she/her)🍋🏳️‍⚧️: Grumbles >//< A warm flush radiated from Delilah’s chest and she squeezed her legs together, causing her mess to squish between her thighs and her cheeks. She brushed her nipples with her hand and shivered. Her breasts were growing again and they were tender and sensitive. my daddy ❤️: Did you do it in your sleep? 🏳️‍🌈 LilahLemon (she/her)🍋🏳️‍⚧️: Some hehe 🏳️‍🌈 LilahLemon (she/her)🍋🏳️‍⚧️: Woke up and finished pushing my daddy ❤️: Such a good girl Delilah smiled and slipped her hand into the collar of her nightgown, rubbing her small conical nipples. She pinched her left one and gently rolled the tip between her fingers. Meeh 😛, she typed. my daddy ❤️: So glad my baby bed messes ❤️ You know I can’t help it, Delilah replied. She couldn’t. After being diapered for the last four years, her continence was nearly extinguished. She still had partial bowel control while she was awake, but she frequently woke up messing herself. Gently biting her lip, Delilah squeezed her breast. They were just large enough now to fill her small hands and she was desperate to have them touched. She wiggled her hips against her squishy padding, feeling her mess mush between her legs. Her kitty was flushed and sensitive. She dropped her hand from her breast and reached under the skirt of her nighty to cup the crotch of her diaper. Pressing it against her kitty, she kneaded the soaked filling through the plastic. Her clit was starting to drip into her diaper. May I get off daddy? She typed with her other hand. my daddy ❤️: We’ll see baby my daddy ❤️: Where's your paci sweetie? She felt over her chest, realizing her pacifier clip was missing. Around? She typed. Should be in your mouth, her partner responded. Delilah grumbled to herself and crawled over her teddy to search her bed, her plastic sheets crinkling under her. Pushing aside the covers to reveal a collection of sex toys, stuffies, snacks, and an assortment of items that absolutely should not have been in her bed, Delilah dug around under her pillows for her pacifier. Finding it between her wand and a bag of candy she’d stolen from work, Delilah popped in her mouth. She climbed on top of her teddy, straddling him, and sent a picture to her caregiver. Her pretty was face lit up in a smile behind the large pacifier shield. my daddy ❤️: There's my happy baby ❤️ Glowing with pleasure, she rocked herself against her teddy. Squeezing her teddy with her legs so she didn’t slip off, Delilah leaned over and started the video call through her webcam. “Can you see me daddy?” She said, shaking her messy butt at the camera. Her mess moved against her. “I can see you, baby.” Her caregiver’s voice crackled over her cheap speakers and Delilah smiled behind her pacifier. It was deeper than the pre-testosterone voice he had had when they first got together, but she no longer remembered any other. She pulled her nightgown off over her head and flipped her hair back as she turned around to face the camera. Shivering with excitement as the cool air hit her skin, she ran her hands over her chest. She cupped a breast in each palm and squeezed gently, more for her own enjoyment than for that of her partner watching through the webcam. She did hope that if she was sexy enough, he would let her cum. The poop in her diaper squished against her as she scooted her butt up to straddle her teddy’s head. Pressing her crotch down on his face, she rocked her kitty against his nose. She ran her hands down her smooth body to rub the front of her diaper, cupping the padding with both hands and lifting it to press against her clit. “Good girl. Baby loves her teddy, doesn't she?” “Mhmm,” Delilah bounced her butt against the bear’s head. “Does he make baby’s kitty feel nice?” “Mhmmm,” Delilah lisped around her pacifier. “My diapers berry slick daddy.” “And very full. Baby’s kitty must be so poopy.” Delilah whined and rocked herself impatiently against her bear. “I pretty sure she's still clean,” she mumbled, knowing very well she was messy all over under her diaper. “Maybe,” She heard a smile in her partner’s voice. “But you're a very good girl to rub your kitty in your mess.” A little moan slipped out of Delilah. “Just want to make stickies…” “I know you do. Where’s your toy, baby?” Delilah blushed. “Which one daddy?” “Your big one.” “Umm…” Delilah slid off her bear. Making sure to stick up her butt at the camera, she crawled over to her nest of sex toys and pulled out her large red dildo. “Dis one, dada?” She turned around, holding it up to the camera. “Yes, baby. Where’s your lube?” She shrugged. “I nono.” “Find it.” Grumbling, she dug around in her bed for her lube, finally finding it under her stuffed shark. She held it up in triumph. “Good girl. Can you say hello to your toy for me?” She took out her pacifier, licking up the length of the dildo before taking it into her mouth. She made eye contact with the camera as she took it as deep into her throat as she could, grinding her kitty into her diaper as she did. She slowly slid it out of her mouth, kissing the tip as it left her lips. Wiggling with excitement, she opened her lube bottle and dribbled it over her toy, sliding her hand up and down the shaft as she coated it. “Good baby.” Delilah popped her pacifier back in and smiled. “Can you pull your diaper aside for me?” Nodding, Delilah obediently got on all fours and pulled her diaper aside with one hand. She flushed with embarrassment to know her daddy could almost certainly see how messy she was. With her other hand, she angled her dildo under her diaper towards her asshole. She burned with humiliation as she felt her mess squishing under the toy. Pressing the tip to her hole, she pushed gently. Her body resisted at first, then, as she forced herself to relax, she felt her hole open and take in the head of the toy. She gave herself a few seconds to accept the toy and then slowly pushed the rest of the shaft into herself. She tugged her diaper back into place, trying not to get any mess on her fingers. Looking back over her shoulder, she shook her hips at the camera. “Good girl. Can you show me how you like to make your teddy feel good?” “Yesh dada.” Carefully climbing back on to her teddy, she straddled his hips and put her arms around his head. Nuzzling into his soft fur, she slowly eased down on her dildo. She whined quietly as her mess mushed under her and she humped her diaper against her teddy, her clit sliding against her soiled padding. “Does baby like that?” Delilah nodded into her teddy. “Uh…huh…” Her clit was hard now, and she shifted her full weight onto her butt, driving her dildo deeper into herself. She rolled her hips against him, riding the dildo in her diaper like it was her teddy’s cock. Leaning forward, she kissed his face through her pacifier, his fluff tickling her small breasts. She moaned into her pacifier. Kissing him made it more like real sex, but also made her feel more like a little girl “practicing” kissing on her stuffed toys. She felt pathetic. Her kitty throbbed. “Aww, is baby giving teddy kisses?” Delilah turned her head to look back at the camera. Her cheek was pressed against her bear's fur. “Just being nice to my fwiend.” “I know sweetie. Baby loves making her teddy happy, doesn't she?” She nodded. “Does he make baby’s kitty feel nice?” “Makes my kitty tinglies.” She squirmed in her diaper. “I know sweetie, your clitty is really hard isn't she? Delilah blushed. “Why’s my baby so excited?” “I nono.” She turned her face into her bear. “Is it because she knows she’s too little for big girl sex?” Delilah whined into her pacifier and rapidly humped her hard clit against her padding. Sweat rolled down her back. Her whole body felt tingly and the cold air was electric against her damp skin. She squeezed her legs around her bear, flexing her butt and thighs as she rode the toy in her ass. She moaned as the mess moved between her cheeks. “Does my baby want to cum in her dirty diaper?” “Yesh,” Her voice was high and breathy. “Yesh daddy.” “Yes what, baby?” “I wanna-” Delilah moaned into her teddy. “Wanna cum in my poopy diapy dada.” “Get your buzzy, baby.” Delilah whimpered and reached for her wand. The smell of her diaper and her own sweat hung in the air around her. She clicked it on and placed the buzzing head against the front of her diaper and sucked in her breath as her whole diaper vibrated against her kitty. Trapping the wand between herself and her bear she pushed into it hard into her crotch, mushing the silicon head into the plastic of her diaper. She pushed her hips forward, curling over herself to feel the depth of the toy in her ass. Her poopy diaper buzzed against her clit, enveloping her. She kissed her bear’s face and moaned loudly and involuntarily into her pacifier. “Is my baby close?” “Uhh…” Delilah’s mouth was open and slack around her pacifier. Her eyes were shut. She was squeezing her own breast in one hand. “Uhhuhhh…” “Is her teddy making her feel nice in her dirty diaper?” “Mhhmmm…” She nodded and moaned again. All Delilah could think about was her diaper. Her mess was buzzing against her; her own filthy, smelly reminder that she was a helpless baby. Too little for sex, too little to use the toilet. Only able to squish her soiled padding against herself until she came in her own waste. “Cum in your diaper for me, baby.” The wave of pleasure erupted from her kitty, rolling up over her hips and chest. Delilah gasped and moaned, her hand slipping from her breast to mash her wand against her diaper as she came. She whimpered against her bear’s face, rocking back on her dildo to milk out the rest of her orgasm. “Eeep,” Delilah pulled back from her wand as it suddenly became too much. Giggling, she fumbled to turn it off. She couldn’t tell if she had dribbled into her diaper or not, but her kitty was tingly and happy. Her wand clicked off. She was sleepy and warm. “All done sweetie?” She nodded as she snuggled into her bear. Her dildo felt larger in her ass now and she wiggled her butt to get comfortable. “Did you have fun?” “Duh.” Delilah was struggling to keep her eyes open. Her diaper mushed between thighs as she wrapped her legs around her teddy. God, she stunk. “Let’s get your diaper changed then.” “Uh uh.” Delilah pulled her covers up over herself. “Are you gonna fall asleep on me?” “No, dada.” Delilah felt herself peeing into her mess. She sighed happily as the damp heat spread throughout her diaper. “Are you sure?” “Mhmms.” “I love you baby.” “Wuv wu too dada.” Delilah suckled her pacifier. She closed her eyes.