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-For- him, no. Did I think about him, absolutely. Edit for clarity because I am not yet awake enough to operate a brain: I have hinted in the past that Miss Bairn can be incredibly stern or incredibly nice.
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Chaper Fifty Four Amanda stood in the kitchen with her arms crossed, her lips pursed in thought, and her right tapping against her left elbow as she thought. Amanda had achieved full ‘Mom Posture” as she stared at Mike holding up her son, who was holding up a toy helicopter. Mike, for his part was simply smiling and letting John do the being manipulative. John, for his part was just holding up the toy helicopter after asking if he could go try it. Xerxes didn’t help, because somehow he joined in with the boys and sat there directly underneath John. The dog clearly didn’t know what was going on, but he wanted to be part of it. So with a deep sigh, she repeated herself “It’s a bit chilly out.” And John, with his adorkable little smile said “I’ll wear pants!” Looking up at the ceiling now, Amanda exhaled slowly and explained “John. You will go outside fully clothed and wearing both socks and shoes. If your shoes come off and you run around in the cold barefoot again, that’s it for the entire winter. Do you understand?” He just smiled and nodded as though he didn’t take his shoes off and run around outside every single chance he got. “I mean it.” She added, while pointing at him, hoping to get the point across. John just nodded again “I’ll keep my shoes on outside today. I promise.” With an inhale and a deep sigh she reached out and took John from Mike’s arms and carried him to the changing table. While getting him changed out of his blue diaper, she held up a fresh rough pup and the moment he saw it, John asked “Can I have a little pup? Those make me waddle.” Before unfolding the diaper, she just playfully bopped him on top of the head with it and said “Rough pups, for my rough pup. Non negotiable.” and then went about opening it up and popping out the leg gathers with a flick of a finger. Moments later she had him powdered and taped up just a bit snug. Noticing that the thick woven plastic went in over his hip bones, she couldn’t help poking him in the side and sliding her finger to where the plastic bent over his boney hip. While he squirmed, she mused to herself “How can you eat so much and still be so scrawny?” While trying to twist away from the tickle, he tried ot argue “Not scrawny!” but she ignored him as she bumped the table with her knee and carried him to sit him on top of his dresser. She was absolutely certain that if he was standing on the floor he might try to run off like the rambunctious toddler that he is. Not even giving him an opportunity to argue, she quickly put some socks onto his feet, held up some stretchy pants made to look like denim, and lined his feet up. From there it was a simple matter of pulling him off the dresser and letting him slide into his pants on the way to the floor. Two quick playful swats on the booty and he was half-waddling off to the living room. With a little laugh as she straightened up his room, Amanda pondered why other Amazonian women insist on pushing their littles back into infant level when they make such cute stinking toddlers how they come. Walking into the living room now she held up one finger and laid out the rules: “We will be outside one hour. No more. So much as one cough and we are all back inside. Got it?” John stopped on his way to the door and said loudly “Yes Mom!” Mike was coming out of the kitchen holding two coffee mugs and he announced “You’re the Mommy!” before holding a mug out to her. She couldn’t help but smile. Fixing her coffee and bringing it to her was sweet. He gets a point for that. Getting everyone outside only took a moment. John even went directly to the edge of the porch and plopped his cute padded bottom right on the edge and sat there swinging his feet while he waited for his shoes. Sitting on the edge of the porch next to Mike while they watched John walk halfway to the nearest trellis and fiddle with the helicopter, she took a sip of her coffee and stopped to look down at it. It tasted exactly like she made it. With a wry smile she looked sideways at Mike and asked “How did you make it the exact same I make my coffee?” Without looking up from his own mug, he said quietly “I counted how many scoops you put in so that I could copy it for you.” Now laughing, she elbowed him gently in the ribs and said “Thank yo…” but stopped as she heard a soft whirring sound from the yard. Looking over at John she could see him struggling to pull a cord over and over and over again, repeatedly trying with all his might to make the little helicopter take off. Finally he seemed to manage it and the toy helicopter flew up exactly two feet and stopped before starting to spin in place and starting to fly in a circle over his head no bigger than four feet wide. For his part, John stood there laughing and turning in a circle trying to follow the toy helicopter. As the whirring got quieter, Mike called over to John “Try to catch it on the handle!” The only proof that John heard him was that he started holding the handle out and trying to chase the toy as it started flying lower. Within a minute John got dizzy from spinning and fell over. To make it even funnier, the toy helicopter landed on him with a little plonk. As John sat up and lifted the helicopter up with one hand, he declared “Got it!” while he sat there swaying side to side like he was still spinning. Rubbing her eyes, she confessed to Mike “I’m delighted that he likes his new toy, but I wish I had recorded that.” Chuckling along with her, Mike conceded “He’s a good kid. A bit comical at times, and maybe a bit too serious at others.” Sitting on the side of the porch side by side, Amanda leaned and bumped Mike with her shoulder and asked “How was work?” Pausing to take another sip of coffee, Mike answered “Some good, some bad. We got a shipment in yesterday and corporate expected us to unload everything and rearrange the entire furniture section while also doing deliveries. Miss Bairn had some very … uhh.. ‘evocative’ language.” Nodding along until the last part, she couldn’t help but chuckle herself “That sounds pretty rough, but somehow I feel bad for anyone that crosses Miss Bairn.” Mikes eyebrows went up as he nodded “She insisted that corporate put her in contact directly with the person that made that decision. The only part I overheard was her insisting that he ‘Get his ignorant behind down here and look her in the eyes, or I will so help me I will drive four hours to paddle you in front of the CEO.” With a sideways glance, Amanda couldn’t help but ask “How did that work out?” They both paused the conversation as the whirring of the helicopter started up again. This time John was sitting on top of Xerxes as he tried the toy. Both of them got out their phones, Just in case. One quick laugh later, Mike asked “Would you believe that they apologized and decided not to interfere with her store again?” “Yeah, I can believe it. I only saw her when she was calm, thankfully.” Nodding, he continued “Other than that, work has been the usual. Easily two thirds of our deliveries are new Mommies that insist that their littles are going to be infants. I keep my opinions about that to myself at work.” Resting her hand gently on Mikes shoulder, she couldn’t help but nod in agreement “I firmly believe that the goddess made each little so that they will grow into the roll that they were meant for. In Johns case he was obviously meant to be a toddler. Maybe a bit on the upper end of the scale in some ways, and a bit lower on the scale in others. But everything about him will turn out how it was supposed to.” Mike leaned in and wrapped his right arm around her and gave her a gentle side hug as he admitted “I really like that about you. You love your son for who he is, not who you want him to be.” The silent hug went on for a bit longer as they both enjoyed the moment. But ultimately it was interrupted when Xerxes, with John on his back, started rotating and trying to chase the toy helicopter excitedly. For his part John looked like a rodeo clown, having dropped the handle to the helicopter and was holding onto the dogs collar with both hands and his ribs with both legs. To his credit, John lasted almost thirty seconds before he was deposited onto the grass in a little heap. Starting to jump up from the porch and dash over to him, she stopped with Mike simply reached out with a hand on her shoulder and whispered “Just give him a second. Young littles bounce.” And sure enough, she started to hear a muted laughter that got a lot louder as John rolled over and pushed himself up into a sitting position. Her daft little just sat there laughing so hard he couldn’t get up, so she recorded it for a few more seconds before putting her phone away. When the helicopter landed next to him, she watched him lose it all over again with a “PFFTTAAHAHAH” The littles laugh attack was so infectious that Amanda and Mike joined in laughing until they both got up and walked over to him. When he went from laughing to coughing and then back and forth between the two, Amanda decided that it was time to go back into the house. Picking him up, she held John out at arms length as she carried him to the porch and stood him up. She gave it a good solid try to get most of the grass and dirt off of him, but it seemed fruitless. Her little was destined to be dirty every chance he got. Once in the house, she took him straight to the bathroom where she wiped his face and arms with a damp rag. Once he was as clean as he was going to get before bath time, she asked him: “Did you have fun?” With a wry grin he answered “I think I did, but I would have to go try again just to be sure.” Rolling her eyes, she poked him on the forehead and said “Mimicking your PawPaws dry humor might take more practice Mister. Come on, it’s dinner time.” Amanda deposited John on the floor and followed him out of the bathroom, only to see him turn into the utility room and throw his socks into the hamper. Why was he so determined to be barefoot as much as possible, and how did he even get his socks off so fast? Before she could wonder about it too much, she spotted Mike in the kitchen getting some plates out of the cabinet. “Mike?” She asked quizzically. He just waved a hand and replied “I want to help, so I’ve decided that I’ll pull my own weight by helping serve and clean up afterwards. I want to be welcome back, after all.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ John stood there and watched Mom shoo Mr Mike out of the kitchen, and tell him help him into his booster seat. It was pretty funny when she held up a wooden spoon and pointed it at him. John was pretty sure that his Mom got that gesture from MeMaw, but he wasn’t dumb enough to say that out loud. Mike came over and knelt down to ask “Do you want me to pick you up, or do you want your stool?” Looking over at the stool that was still in the corner of the living room, John just shrugged before explaining “I appreciate you asking, but I guess just pick me up?” With a nod from Mike, two large hands got him around the ribs and lifted him gently ish before he was lowered into the booster seat, buckled in and slid up to the table. The feeling of his wet diaper wedging itself into the seat spoiled the moment a bit, but when a plate of food with a some still steaming hot roast beef, some potatoes that were cut into little cubes covered in some dark brown gravy, and a generous pile of delicious peas was placed in front of him, indignity was the last thing on his mind. The only thing that he did not recognize in front of him were some round discs that looked sort of off white. They were shaped like carrots, but they looked an entirely different color. “Ummm… Mom?” “Yes Sweety?” Picking up a fork and poking the carrot-like thing, he asked “What are these?” “Those are Roasted Parsnips. Try one!” Picking one up on his fork, he looked at it skeptically. “Why does it look like a carrot?” John asked very suspiciously. She rolled her eyes “John lots of vegetables are round. Just try the parsnip! I roasted two just for you.” He squinted across the table at her as she sat down with her own plate after serving Mike first. But ultimately he gave in and tried it. It took chewing the parsnip for a few seconds to realize that it had a similar feel to a carrot, but it was softer, and sweeter and almost … caramelized…. “Hey wait a minute … Nana Claire mentioned these to you!” Mom smiled really broadly then as she said “Yes she did! Isn’t she just a trove of great information?” With a sigh John poked at another bit of parsnip with his fork as he mumbled “I kind of wish I didn’t like it.” to himself. “What was that, sweety?” Spearing another slice, he said more loudly “Yes Mom, these are actually pretty good.” and begrudgingly he ate it while trying not to enjoy it. Even if it was pretty good. While John worked on his own meal, and every so often took a drink of the provided grape juice in the sippy cup next to his plate, he halfway listened to the conversation across the table. “So tomorrow I have to get the entire garden harvested for Mister Tempes to come pick up Friday morning” Mom explained to Mr Mike. After finishing a bite Mike said “Oh yeah, didn’t you mention that he sells your produce and you each take half of the money?” Tuning out for a moment as he attacked his potatoes and some delicious roast beef, he looked up to see Mr Mike pursing his lips in thought. “You know, if you were willing to teach me, I could help with the garden some time. I don’t want to wear out my welcome or impose or anything, though.” Mom, for her part, bit her lip and said after a moment “I think that if you want to come by and help in the garden, that could be a fun way to spend a bit of time.” God, did they know how obvious it was that they were both trying not to look too eager to spend more time together? Either way, while they were distracting each other, John made sure that some of the roast beef made its way to Xerxes. The rest of dinner was surprisingly quiet. Mr Mike waited for Mom to come over to John and wipe his face and hands to slip into the kitchen and start washing the dishes. As she turned her head to try and fuss at him, John reached out and got the last bit of roast beef off of his plate and tossed it to Xerxes. When she looked back down at him she gave him a long stare before asking “I suppose you didn’t just drop anything?” He couldn’t make eye contact with her, but he did shake his head no. “Uh huh.” was all she said as she grabbed a napkin and wiped his hands again. Once she started to pick him up, he reached out and grabbed the sippy cup. No reason to let the grape juice go to waste. Once he was deposited on the couch, his diaper was checked and she ‘hmm’d “You’re a bit wet, but you’ll make it to bath time. What do you want to do until then?” With his most disarming smile, he explained “We could go back outside.” Mom not only did not take the bait, she put his tablet in his lap and walked away rolling her eyes. Well, it was worth a try. The rest of the evening went remarkably routinely. Mom and Mr Mike sat together on the couch talking, and John wound up on the playmat reclined against Xerxes and working on the pipe puzzle. The Pipe Puzzle game had added a new layer, as well as labels. He now had to route yellow, blue, and brown pipes from buildings marked “Supply” to buildings marked “Home” and “Business” but the lines were not allowed to intersect. So he had to plan out which utilities to bury deeper, and which ones to just run. Once he got the hand of that, the game started adding hubs and relay stations. Each relay station had to have power as well. In short, John was enjoying the pipe game enough that he sort of spaced out until Mr Mike came over and gave him a big high five. “See you tomorrow Big Guy!” Mike added as He and Mom went onto the porch briefly. Standing on his knees and leaning over Xerxes, he could just make out that they leaned in for a kiss before Mr Mike left. Mom came back in pretending nothing out of the ordinary had happened, but she was humming cheerfully to herself as she came and picked him up. Making grabby hands when his tablet was taken “But my game!” did not work. “John, you have been on that tablet in your own little world for an hour and a half, and you need a bath and a night time diaper.” Intentionally waiting until he was in the bath tub, he smiled up and asked “So Mr Mike is coming tomorrow?” Mom conveniently looked over and grabbed the shampoo to start washing his hair, but she still had a little smile on her face. “Mr Mike would like to come help out in the garden tomorrow before Mr Tempes comes to pick the produce up Friday Morning.” “Uh huh … And what do you think about Mr AHH! NO FAIR!” John wound up shouting the last part as a soapy hand started ticking his foot. The rest of the bath was actually pretty quick. Mom had gotten this bathing a little thing down to an art, and in just a few minutes he smelled of strawberries and was wrapped in a towel. As he was placed on the changing table, he tried to move a hand to his mouth to hide a yawn, but the wrist strap caught him and he yawned right out in the open. “Uh huh.” “Hey, do you think that Mr Mike could take these wrist strap things off?” She snapped her fingers “Oh yeah! I actually meant to ask him about that today!” As he was taped up into a night time diaper and then sat up, he experimentally tried to make his knees touch together while she turned her back to grab something to put him in for bed time. He couldn’t get his knees even six inches from one another. While he was trying to squeeze his knees closer, a onesie was put onto him and he was brought over to the rocking chair. Once they were in the rocking chair together and Rupert was held out for him to take, a blanket was tossed over the two of them and John tried REALLY hard to hide another yawn. But while he yawned a pacy was slipped into his mouth. Mommy rocked him back and forth, humming soothingly for several minutes. He felt like he was in a loving cocoon, and started to doze off. Before he could fall all the way asleep, there were a few firm pats on his heavily padded booty to stir him a bit before a bra strap was lowered. “Hey, no falling asleep on the job. Momma’s got a lot of milk and they hurt.” Even though he was tired, John did not have to be told twice to start his night time meal of delicious milk. All in all, John felt it was a pretty good day as he fell asleep while trying to drain the second breast.
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diaper dimension Diaper Dimension Catalog - Updated 3-8-2025
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I'm so glad that you enjoy the story, and I never really imagined that it would inspire someone to write! Personally, I'm just glad to see you back to writing this fun little story! This story is a unique glimpse into this setting that only YOU can provide!
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Yes, several of us (and probably many readers that don't have accounts like I used to) are very interested. You have created and shared a very interesting and heartfelt story. It feels like you left a little of yourself on the paper, and that's why it feels so heartwarming to me. If you want to go back to writing it, I for one definitely want to go back to reading it!
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diaper dimension Playing Doctor - Epilogue and Completed - 2-22-2025
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I am reminded of what I have done every time I see Guilends profile pic staring at me. -
diaper dimension Playing Doctor - Epilogue and Completed - 2-22-2025
Kat5 replied to BabySofia's topic in Completed Stories
Shhhhhh, I'm doing a silly. Don't give me away! -
diaper dimension Playing Doctor - Epilogue and Completed - 2-22-2025
Kat5 replied to BabySofia's topic in Completed Stories
I could argue that a little slice of life can be pretty wholesome! But maybe not everyones writing style. -
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I actually find a character that is just a normal person thrown into circumstances beyond their control to be more relatable. -
diaper dimension Playing Doctor - Epilogue and Completed - 2-22-2025
Kat5 replied to BabySofia's topic in Completed Stories
Okay, but what if dogs? Or a movie about inter dimensional chincillas? -
diaper dimension Playing Doctor - Epilogue and Completed - 2-22-2025
Kat5 replied to BabySofia's topic in Completed Stories
I know that fron your perspective, this is just a little side story. But I've enjoyed this easily as much as any of the big ones. -
I won't lie, life has not been particularly kind as of late. But I'm trying to keep this going while, among other things, I can still see to read. Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to comment and chat with us in here! I was able to post about once a week for a while, I'm hoping to at least get to about the same. It'll be another week or so before I can likely patch together enough time here and there for the next chapter. And I am beyond honored to know that I've managed to create something that you enjoy! I hope it brings at least a little ray of sunshine to someone when they read it. There are ups and downs, but I'd like to think that there are more up than down. I'm glad to see you! I'm glad that you're enjoying the story, and if I'm honest, sometimes I can see where someone is in the story because they're read a chapter and leave a like. Then read the next chapter and leave another like. And while I'm not after points or anything, that always makes me smile! Maybe Mr Mike can win her over! After all, his lat name is Guile, so clearly he's ... beguiling.
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diaper dimension Playing Doctor - Epilogue and Completed - 2-22-2025
Kat5 replied to BabySofia's topic in Completed Stories
It's important to remember to separate the works from the artist. You can enjoy a painting that is beautiful and still say that you don't like the painter themselves. I don't feel that I have the right to tell anyone "You can't enjoy this work because I don't like the creator" but I also feel like it's worth participating in the discussion to say "Yeah, I don't like the things they have said outside of the literature." But then, I'm also a huge advocate for freedom of personal choice. So I'm biased. -
diaper dimension Playing Doctor - Epilogue and Completed - 2-22-2025
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This is, to me, one of the single most wholesome chapters you have ever written @BabySofia I have a similar impression, and that was a big part of what spurred me on to write. -
John seems to be getting more and more irritable about the things he has no control over. Which I cannot blame him for at all. I could make the argument that a backup bean bag for when Xerxes is outside would be a really good idea.
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Chapter Fifty Three John slowly woke up. The first thing that he noticed was that he was warm. After a few drowsy cycles of waking up, stretching, and dozing back off, he realized that he was on the floor propped up against Xerxes, and that there was a blanket over him. The fluffy blanket with sleepy cartoon stars that MeMaw gave him. With the warmth from the dog, and the blanket over him, it was like being in a fluffy oven. As John dozed in and out of that fugue state between consciousness and dream land, he grumbled softly to himself. He was trying to stay cranky. Finally drifting mostly awake, John laid there stock still and took the time to think, having the habit of needing to stop and internalize things in his own way, since he never felt like he really processed things in the same way his friends did growing up. He wasn’t thrilled with being spoonfed like a baby. Being made to nap when he didn’t feel like he was ready definitely checked a box. Finding himself swaddled up was annoying since he couldn’t get up on his own. That checked a box. Having to breastfeed left him overwhelmingly conflicted. On one hand it was absolutely not how he expected to be interacting with breasts at his age. However, that milk tasted amazing straight from the tap. He decided to check that one off as acceptable. Completely unaware that he had already gone through this same mental process to accept being wet when he hated being messy, and then later deciding that being messy was okay if he got changed fairly quickly, John continued the process of accepting slightly more of the normal his new Mommy seemed to expect from him. Breastfeeding was already accepted as a win. Being spoonfed was irritating, but had only happened once, so it was probably fine if it happened every so often. Annoying, but not a battle worth fighting. John laid there in his cocoon with his back to his big furry buddy and tried very hard to be grumpy about being made to nap. The problem was that he was napping with Xerxes against him and he could feel himself shifting up and down oh so slowly with Xerxes’ breathing. Xerxes was also napping with him. It was impossible to stay grumpy. John decided to worry about the napping and swaddling later, but somehow settled on the thought that sippy cups were fine, and bottles were not. Unless that bottle has coffee milk in it. After a good quiet lay down and think, he got in a little stretch and rolled onto hands and knees. The squishiness underneath him immediately told him that he was on the playmat, even with his eyes closed. So he climbed halfway onto Xerxes’ and hugged him around his great big rib cage, then tried to fall back asleep with his face in the soft fluff. He was even able to ignore some of the fluff poking into his ear. Mostly. The night time diaper he had been put into at some point while he was sleeping was easy to ignore in his position with his arms and legs splayed out. It seemed official: Napping on top of a giant dog was the best possible way to nap. (Never mind that he tried to fight having to take that nap.) After at least some minutes of languishing in the fluffy paradise of giant soft dog, he suddenly felt a surge of bubbles in his lower abdomen, And by the time that registered with his brain, it was just a few seconds before his diaper was expanding and swelling from being already large to the point that the leg gathers proved themselves a technological marvel. Happy feeling was gone. “UGGHHHHHH.” John slid down off of Xerxes, afraid of what would happen to the dog if the diaper somehow exploded while he was laying on top of his buddy. By the time he made it onto the mat on all fours he exclaimed loudly: “Are you kidding m….” As he scrunched up his face in discomfort, he flopped face first, butt up, onto the blanket. The fact that he was wetting the diaper the entire time was just icing on the insult cake. From behind him he heard Mommy observe out loud with a chuckle “Well, someone woke up from his nap with a present for me.” “Ugh. That’s totally not funny.” He complained. With one more chuckled she admitted “Well, it was worth a try. Mommy’s in a meeting and I muted my mic so no one heard you go off. Once the meeting is over in a couple of minutes I’ll change you.” With a huff, John prepared to stay there splayed out with his butt in the air not moving for a bit not moving until he got changed, but a voice coming from the computer screen caught his attention. The new cheerful voice chimed in “Oh, Amanda, did your little wake up from his nap? He looked so cute there sleeping with his doggy friend!” Amanda reached over and clicked something on the screen before answering “Yes Ma’am, he’s just waking up. When we’re done here, I’ll go get him changed and ready to go play some more.” The voice sounded dismissive this time “Nonsense, can I meet him?” Mommy looked down at him from the chair and asked “Would you like to meet one of the women I work for, or are you feeling a bit shy?” Feeling his face turn red, he huffed a bit and announced “I’m not that shy!” “Uh huh. Well, come over here and you can meet someone new.” John started to crawl toward her, but stopped and grimaced as some muck in his diaper shifted and scrunched up his face. Ultimately it turned out to be a non issue as Mommy stood up, picked him up and sat in the chair with him on her leg. Mercifully, she seemed to try to sit him up so that his diaper was mostly in the air and her arm was around him holding him upright. Small mercy, but as he looked at the screen he saw a smiling brunette with her hair up in some sort of an updo. He started to wave, but noticed in the corner that there he was in nothing but a wrinkled shirt an a heavily used overnight diaper. The moment he saw that he bit his lip and clammed up, unsure of what to do. “Oh! He really is shy!” she exclaimed excitedly. “I’m …” But he couldn’t really make himself say anything. The woman carried on for him “Well, young man, My name is Leandra, and I’m one of your Mommy’s employers. Do you know what she does for a living?” “Ummm…” John stopped to think for a moment before remembering “She edits articles?” Now the woman had a good laugh before she said “Is that all that she said she does? Well, your Mommy remembers almost everything she’s ever read, so she is a cross referencing machine. What she didn’t tell you is that every so often she writes articles for me. Your Mommy is published in a few magazines.” Now he heard Mommy chime in above him “Leandra, you know I only write those for you because you pay double and let me use a pen name.” The woman on the screen waves a hand dismissively “You still write them, and you still get paid for it. So, can you get those articles for me on Monday and Thursday?” Again, from above him he heard “Yes Ma’am. It’ll be a bit of a stretch, but I can get the first one submitted on Monday, but it will be evening. I’ll make sure to include a full list of references and hyperlinks.” Miss Leandra nodded and then looked back at John and asked “So I heard you came through a rift. How did you wind up in it?” Looking down at his bare thighs, he mumbled “I was hiking.” “Oooo” She couldn’t help exclaiming “A little outdoorsman! You wound up with the perfect Mommy, didn’t you?” Nodding, he simply replied sheepishly “Yes Ma’am.” Then Mom chimed in “Oh, Leandra, you’re going to appreciate this. John likes to read and do puzzles.” John saw her face light up immediately with a big grin as she asked “Oh? What do you like to read, Little John?” Trying (and failing) not to squirm in his diaper as it got more uncomfortable, John answered “I’m reading Littles Lost in Space, and when my friend Kate comes over, we are reading the Oddesy of Hugh together.” “Oh! Young adult novels for bigs! Well, Your Aunt Leandra is very proud of you!” The enthusiastic woman on the screen exclaimed. Chiming in from above him, Mommy asked “AUNT Leandra, you say?” The woman waved a hand dismissively and said “Don’t worry about it, we have lots of littles in my family. And judging by the look of it, your little needs a diaper change. So why don’t you get him tended to, and get the first article done by Monday evening?” John could practically feel his Mommy rolling her eyes as she said “Yes Aunt Leandra. I’ll have the first article ready by Monday, the second article by Thursday might be a stretch though. John, please say goodbye to your new AUNT.” She was on the verge of laughing as she said the last word. Biting his lip for a moment as he waved, he mumbled out “Bye Aunt Leandra” For her part, Miss Leandra blew him a kiss as she disconnected. The screen was barely blank before he was being picked up and carried to the changing table with some haste. As his butt hit the changing table he shuddered. A moment later Mommy held Rupert out to him and said “Here, why don’t you hold Rupert for me?” So he took Rupert and held him to his chest as he was tilted down and the foam bars flopped down onto him. The bars were holding his arms and his arms were holding Rupert. Hearing two tapes being ripped and feeling his diaper pulled open for a moment, he felt the front folded back over him. Looking up, he saw Mommy mumble “Whew.” before she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead and then held up his pacy. He took the pacy, but his eyebrows were both up. As she got to work he asked around his pacy “tho you wwite awticweth?” and went crosseyed trying to look down at the frustrating pacy. With a little chuckle, Mommy answered “Well, only for Miss … Aunt Leandra. She wanted someone to compare what different research groups are doing, because sometimes different groups can wind up discovering similar things at the same time.” Nodding a bit, he asked “Tho what do you wwite them about?” “Well, this article is just a piece describing different groups research and the conclusions that they each came to independently several years apart. This one is about the application of nanites and how long they stay in the body after being deactivated. She wants this article because … oh that’s sticky … because there’s a group that wants to know if they can reprogram innert nanites left in the bloodstream to do normal maintenance in the body. Like reducing cholesterol, keeping airways clear, preventing asthma attacks, things like that.” Nodding as she finished, and feeling grateful as the soiled diaper was pulled out from under him, he noticed that she seemed to have to shove to get the full diaper into the top of the trash section. “Oh neat. And doeth thhe athk you to do it becauthe you edit aww thothe othew awticweth?” As she lifted him by the ankles and slid a fresh rough pup underneath him, she answered as she was powdering him “Well, I had to get permission from my other two employers, but it turned out that they like having the references to similar studies handy, so they can compare notes without having to dig to find one anothers work.” Trying to shove the pacy to one side with his tongue somehow triggered the stupid thing to start tingling to make him want to keep it in. So he gave up and asked “Why uthe a pen name?” As she pulled the tapes on nice and snug, she bumped the table and hoisted him and Rupert up into a hug, then kissed both of them on the forehead before explaining simply “I don’t’ want my name in the papers, I just want to get paid and move on.” Nodding, John tried to push the pacy out of his mouth with his tongue. This apparently made the pacy angry as it started tingling much more strongly and by the time he gave up and started sucking on it to make it stop he was already on the play mat in the living room. After a moment to let Xerxes out to go potty, Mommy came back and offered him both his toddler cup, and his tablet. He happily took both as she knelt down next to him. “Now! Mister Mike is coming by in about an hour. Do you want to read, or draw, or do something else?” With a moment of thought, John replied “I want to wead by book, pweathe” before he finally lost his temper with the stupid pacy and growling as he reached up to yank it out of his mouth. The instant he growled, it stopped tingling and started feelign prickly in his mouth. The next instant when his hand grabbed the ring on the front it did that weird thing where it grabbed all his teeth andn wouldn’t let go. Mommy took his left hand between thumb and forefinger and gently guided it away from the shield before she picked him up and held him against her chest, humminig softly “Shhhhhh, shhhhhh. Just take a deep breath. You triggered the training. Here, I’ll deflate it and it’ll let you take it out after a while.” After she did something to the front of it, the pacy let go of his teeth. “Go ahead and suck on the pacy, it’ll be nice to you again.” With a deep breath to calm himself, Mommy used her finger to move the pacy in and out. He sucked gently on it to keep the motion going. After a full minute, the pacy started tingling pleasantly and John felt himself sort of calming down a bit. On the upside, whatever the pacy was doing was making him feel calm. He was no longer on the verge of trying to grab and throw something. On the downside, he somehow couldn’t stop suckling on the pacy and after a moment he gave up on trying as he got a great big hug and was put down on the mat. Since she didn’t take the couch pillow back from the playmat, John crawled on all fours to shove it up against the wall. Once it was against the wall, he crawled back over and got the fuzzy blanket that MeMaw gave him and dragged it over. Propping his tablet up onto his knees, he opened Littles Lost In Space and it brought him right back to where he left off, even highlighting the end of the last sentence he had read. “wodder ‘w dey do dah?” John tried to say to himself. Going crossyed again, he balled up his left fist and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. The pacy seemed to sense him calming down and rewarded him with the pleasant feeling. Which also seemed to make his lisp worse. John felt like he was stuck in some sort of a loop. So to distract himself, he decided to just get back into reading. After ten minutes or so, Mommy came by and pulled the pacy out of his mouth and held his toddler cup up for him to drink from. After draining nearly half of the large cup in one go, he put it down and didn’t notice that he was putting the pacy back in his mouth until he was already suckling on it again. For its part, the pacy seemed to be rewarding him like it was proud of him for putting it back in his mouth and was tryign to reward what it perceived as good behavior even more. He found himself wanting it to keep rewarding him for some reason. Before he knew it had been an hour, he had read several chapters and there was a knock at the door. Startled, John looked up as Mommy went to the door and he realized that he was still in just a shirt and diaper. So as she opened the door, he tried to get up to run to his room to grab some shorts. The problem was that the moment he tried to run on the squishy playmat he went down face first, butt up in the air. As Mister Mike stepped through the door, John rolled over, pu this butt down on the mat, and sat upright. He then preceeded to act like nothing had happened, because the bigs likely didn’t see anything. As he watched their exchange, Mike came through the door and they hugged each other before he handed her one of two items that he was holding. Mike explained with a laugh “I brought your container back. There was more than I could eat by myself, so Tom ate the rest. He said to tell you that you’re an excellent cook and that I should bring him more leftovers. He also ate half of the hot peppers as revenge for me drinking his coffee that morning.” After taking the container from him, she leaned in and gave him another half hug and said “Well, if I can help you get cool points at work, I’m more than happy to do so!” Holding up a small bag, Mike said “And I hope you don’t mind, but I also got John a little toy as well.” After a little exchange and Mommy giving Mr Mike a playful swat on the hip, she pointed him toward the living room and went to the kitchen to put down the container and make coffee. Mr Mike came over and knelt down on the mat in front of John with a smile and held out a giant hand to shake his hand. Unable to stand up on the mat, he settled for standing up on his knees to reach up for his hand to be completely engulfed in the gentle handshake. Then a small white bag was offered to him as Mike said “Here you go Buddy, I know it’s nothing super special, but I figured you might like this.” Then he leaned down to whisper “Don’t worry, I get a discount.” Still standing on his knees, John opened the bag and pulled out a piece of cardboard with a toy helicopter and a handle of some sort. As he looked it over, Mr Mike explained “You put it on the handle and pull the cord. If you believe the advertisements, it’s supposed to go up a couple of feet and circle around you before landing.” “Huh, Neaf!” Was all that John could muster around the pacifier he had forgotten about as he turned the little blue and red helicopter over in his hands. With a nod Mr Mike said “Maybe your Mommy’ll get you dressed and we can play a bit outside before dinner. Make sure to look cute when we ask to go play!” Rolling his eyes, John blushed as he accepted Mr Mikes hand to carry him off of the play mat so that he could go show Mommy his new toy.
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I'm working on it as I'm able. Holiday/turn of the year work fir me always leaves me struggling to keep up and feeling like I'm drowning. I'm getting past it, and would dearly love to relax and write a bit (Xerxes and Steve have matching bow ties and top hats in my minds eye.)
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diaper dimension Playing Doctor - Epilogue and Completed - 2-22-2025
Kat5 replied to BabySofia's topic in Completed Stories
That could be anyone's fault. -
diaper dimension Playing Doctor - Epilogue and Completed - 2-22-2025
Kat5 replied to BabySofia's topic in Completed Stories
Guided, you are nothing if not consistent. I can admire the commitment. Also ... I had forgotten about those eyes. -
diaper dimension Playing Doctor - Epilogue and Completed - 2-22-2025
Kat5 replied to BabySofia's topic in Completed Stories
I'm obviously a fan of a story that shows the other side of this usual transaction. Even if my own story got hijacked by the characters. I'm enjoying what you've created here, it ticks a lot of satisfactory boxes. Please accept my compliments! -
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Kat5 replied to BabySofia's topic in Completed Stories
Well, this entire adventure started off with her suddenly homeless, and Erica stepped up to come to her rescue. Combine that with the fact that she's here to learn, partly from Erica, and I can see why she trusts her first off. She's perfectly intelligent, she's just here with the expectation that she can trust the people that invited her here. -
This has been an excellent read, and I want to thank you kindly for sharing it with us!
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Thank you for the high praise! Even though I'm the author, I can't actually say for certain that the dog isn't really the main character. (Also Steve is a fan favorite.) -
I think I implied before that Amanda doesn't know about some of the small things that effect littles. She knows to avoid the big things, but there's so many things in her world stacked against littles, how could one even stay in the know about them all?
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I've had some challenges, but I'm still doing my best!