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Chapter 13: Experiments "This is stupid. I've lost my mind." Lisa held the two diuretic pills in her hand, with a cup of coffee in the other. "I can't believe I am about to do this to myself." She took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves, and then in one quick motion swallowed the two pills along with the remainder of her coffee. "Okay, here we go I guess." Lisa went over to the table, pulled out a notepad, and pen. She knew in order for her to fully understand how this magic worked, she'd need to take notes on what the different outcomes were. "Let's see, I guess first up is..." She looked back down at her waist to confirm what she was wearing. * Shorts + Undies: She wrote on the piece of paper. Starting to create a bulleted list to keep track of everything. "Let's see, then I guess we need to confirm what happened yesterday. * Skirt + Undies: * Dress + Undies * Jeans + Undies: * Yoga pants + Undies: "Shoot, I don't know if I'll have enough time to test all of these." Lisa looked at the clock and saw it was already 10 am. Her date was in 8 hours; would that be enough time to test everything, get ready, and arrive at the restaurant on time? She tore off the list of scenarios, and set it aside, opting to streamline her list to the most important items. * Dress + Undies: * Dress + Pull-up: * Jeans + Undies: * Jeans + Pull-up: "There, that should at least get me through today, and tomorrow." She stood up from the table feeling slightly proud of herself for coming up with the highest priority items first, then it dawned on her that she was already wearing shorts, it would be a waste to no include them on the list. "Fine, one more." * Shorts + Undies: She grabbed the list, and walked over to the kitchen, grabbing a caffeinated soda from the fridge. The sooner she had to pee the better. She chugged it down semi-quickly and filled up a water bottle. "I am so going to regret this." Lisa was worried about what she was doing. Having accidents over the last few days was already humiliating, but now she was setting herself up to do it several times in a row intentionally. It was like she was asking to be humiliated. But she knew that if she couldn't get this solved, it was only going to keep ruining her personal life and, if she wasn't careful, the lives of those around her. Lisa retrieved a small decorative water fountain she got from a Christmas gift exchange from her closet and retreated to the bathroom. She plugged in the fountain, allowing the slight sound of water to begin flowing. She hoped the sound and the fact she was in the bathroom would help her feel the need to go more often so she could get through her rounds of testing. With no urges present yet, Lisa made her way back to her bedroom, and grabbed a few outfits for her experiments. She grabbed a cute sundress, the pack of underwear, the pull-ups, and two pairs of jeans, just in case she managed to wet one of them. She hoped that she would just wet them. At least then it would be consistent, then she could talk to a doctor about getting some help. Lisa set the clothes over on the bathroom counter as she entered the shower ready to make her first attempt. She didn't have any urges to pee yet, but she also hadn't gone at all this morning besides when she was sleeping, so now was her chance. Given that she already had a full cup of coffee and that soda, there had to be something in there by now. She focused as hard as she could to get her bladder to let go. She couldn't tell if it was working or not. Then she suddenly felt it, her groin area started to feel wet. Lisa quickly looked down to see if her underwear had changed into the pull-up like it had done so many times before. To her dismay, they didn't, she saw a large wet spot growing between her legs, going only a short distance, as it reached the end of the leg holes. Lisa felt both relieved and frustrated. She was happy her underwear didn't change into a pull-up, but frustrated not understanding why. She stepped out of the shower and removed her wet clothes; stepping towards the counter, she pulled out her piece of paper. * Dress + Undies: * Dress + Pull-up: * Jeans + Undies: * Jeans + Pull-up: * Shorts + Undies: No Pull-up "Well, I guess that solves that question. But now, I need to see if it'll happen with my jeans. It has worked on sweatpants and my suit, so it should. But I was also around other people, so this should give me some idea as to whether it's what I am wearing or if it's where I am wearing it." Lisa tried to approach the subject with a sense of discovery, like some sort of detective. She had to solve this mystery. Otherwise, she risked making a fool of herself while at Craig's tonight. She took a few large swigs of water as she put on a fresh pair of underwear and jeans. She felt like it was going to take a little bit before the water made it's way to her bladder, along with the rest of the soda, so Lisa decided she could make herself another coffee, and watch a little TV to try and relax. Lisa sat on the couch, sipping away at her coffee, fitting in large gulps of water in between, trying to rush the process and force her body to pee again. She had only watched one episode of the latest drama before she made her way back to the bathroom shower to try round two. As she walked toward the bathroom, she took note of the time; 11:30, she had already lost an hour and a half; she only had 6 hours and 30 minutes until she needed to meet Craig at the restaurant. "I might be able to get through the main ones I need to today. I've already lost an hour and half, and still have four more experiments to try. If I can manage to pee now, that'll leave me with three left. If each one takes an hour and I half, I'll be done in four and a half hours. That should work perfectly." Lisa stepped into the shower again, it was time to see if it had to do with her clothes, or if it was where she was peeing. She focused her efforts on her bladder again, trying to get it to release, even though she couldn't tell how full it was. She managed to let go a lot easier then when she first tried, feeling a warmth and dampness spread in her groin area. Lisa opened her eyes, and looked down at her pants to see if they were getting wet, or if the pull-up showed up this time. "Yes!" Lisa shouted, her pants remained dry. She was starting to get some clues to how this thing worked. But, the celebration was short-lived, as she realized that not only was she down another pair of underwear now, but she also was wearing a Child's training garment. With a heavy sigh, she stepped out of the shower removed her jeans, and pulled off the soaked pull-up. It was rather heavy, clearly getting close to its limit. Lisa tossed the soiled pull-up in the trash and proceeded to change into her next outfit. This time, she wanted to know what would happen in a dress. She took off her shirt, replaced her underwear, and put on the dress. It was a casual sundress, but definitely over the top for just chilling at home. She didn't have much of an option though, she needed to wait for her bladder to fill up again before she could try again. Before she left the bathroom, she marked down her results on the piece of paper she brought in with her to keep track of everything. * Dress + Undies: * Dress + Pull-up: * Jeans + Undies: Pull-up * Jeans + Pull-up: * Shorts + Undies: No Pull-up Lisa knew another coffee would be pushing her luck. Having three already so early in the day would likely make for a rough night. Instead, she refilled her water bottle and grabbed another soda, chugging it down quickly and returning to the couch for another round of shows. *** Lisa got a little caught up in the moment watching her shows, completely forgetting to check on the time or about her experiments as she watched the latest drama, getting sucked into the show, not wanting to miss a moment as the next episode started playing automatically. Suddenly, in the middle of her third episode, she felt her bladder scream at her, breaking her from her trance of show-watching. "Shit!" She shot up off the couch and ran toward the bathroom, briefly looking at the clock, seeing that it was already 2:30; she managed to lose track of time for three hours. Just as she closed the bathroom door, she felt she was too late, she wasn't able to make it to the shower in time, she stubbled forward getting in another step or two, but the splashing sound her urine made as it hit the tile floor in the bathroom, was enough of a sound to tell her it was already too late. Lisa held her head in shame. She was trying to pee herself, but she wanted to do it on her terms. This wasn't what she had in mind. "Shit... only have time for one more try. Then I have to get ready. I guess I should try the dress with a Pull-up. I need to know if that'll at least work if I go out in dresses later." Lisa knew she was low on time, but after confirming that pants would create a pull-up, or at least jeans would, but dresses wouldn't got her wondering, what would happen if she wore some form of pants under her dress or skirt. Would that work? Not wanting to waste more time, than she already had, Lisa quickly removed her soaked underwear, tossing them into the dirty laundry pile, along with her shorts and other underwear from earlier. She opened up the package of pull-ups her mom had bought, staring at them briefly, hating the thought that she was about to willingly put one on. She didn't want to make a mistake like she did before, so this time, she set a timer on her phone for 90 minutes. She was determined to finish this last experiment before she had to get ready. She took several more gulps of water, hoping it would reach her bladder before her timer went off, giving her a chance to ensure the pull-ups would stick around if she did need to start wearing them. Lisa didn't want to get distracted again, so instead of watching TV again, she opted to start getting things ready for tonight. She grabbed a backpack from her closet, putting in a few things she would need for the night and for the next morning, including a new pair of clothes. She opted to go for pants, she felt they were likely to be the safest move for now until she figured out what other options she had. She only wanted to wear a dress if she had to, unless the pull-up thing worked out, but even then, it would have to depend on the dress. The low cut on the back of her dress she was planning on wearing tonight would have risked showing off the pull-up; instead of risking it, she'd rather wear underwear. At least if those got shown off, it might be considered a little sexy. The thought made her feel a little warm on the inside. A little maturity after all that had happened so far this week. She was a little bummed out that most of her underwear was gone now, in the laundry with her mom, meaning she didn't have a matching set. Lisa placed a nightgown into the bag as well, just in case she had a chance to change into it before going to sleep. She wanted everything to look perfect for their date tonight, as she setup her makeup to do after her shower and getting cleaned up. There was no way she was going to let anything ruin her night with Craig. They both had crazy schedules, so finding a time to go out for a date felt like mission impossible, but they managed to land on tonight, even though Lisa had work the next morning, it was worth it. Time practically flew by as Lisa got ready, before she knew it, her phone alarm was going off. She was startled for a brief moment, after getting caught up in getting ready. She got up and went into the bathroom, stood in the shower, and tried to let go of her bladder. She stood there, focusing as hard as she could, but nothing was happening. "Come on! This isn't fair" Lisa was frustrated about the situation. She waited an hour and half like she did the first time this morning, but nothing happened. "Ugh! I don't have time for this." Frustrated, Lisa stripped down so she could take a shower and get the urine off of her from the different experiments she did.

Chapter 18: Resort Exploration Kris felt nervous as the elevator descended taking them back to the resort lobby. He didn't want to walk around in a diaper, but he also hated the other options he was given. At least he wouldn't know anyone here, and his mom seemed to be pretty understanding, even if he knew that he had caused his parents irritation due to forgetting his underwear. *Ding* The elevator reached the ground floor. As the doors opened, Kris saw the beautiful decorations around the resort. It seemed like they themed the whole resort after one of their favorite movies or areas of the world. It was unbelievable to be there. "Let's check the directory to see what they all have here," Kevin suggested. All of the kids ran over to the directory to see what they might be able to do for the rest of the day. Each of them excitedly pushed past the other. All of them, except Kris. He was too nervous to be out and about in diapers, so he hung by his mom's side. He didn't want to repeat what he experienced at the airport bathroom, having his diaper visible to others, where they could point and laugh at him. "They have a pool!" Sam yelled in excitement. They had never really had the chance to go swimming. Their home was rather modest, and none of their friends owned a pool or a lake house. So, getting the opportunity to go swimming at their hotel made her feel like they were rich or something. Kevin and Kim just giggled, looking at each other as they caught up with the kids. Kris, close to their side, got a little excited hearing about the pool; he felt himself wanting to rush over and look but caught himself. He knew if someone caught him in the diaper, he was the only person to blame this time. He was given an out and didn't take it, so he couldn't blame his mom like he could for the airport incident. Kim noticed Kris's excited yet hesitant behavior. "You going to go check it out, bud? she asked, wanting to encourage his little heart to explore and have a good time. "Umm... Yeah." Kris didn't want to leave the safety of his parents, but seeing they were only a few feet away, and the reassuring smile from his mom, helped place his mind at ease, just a little. Kris rushed over to see what else was on the directory. "They have an arcade, too!" Kris noticed it as the first thing when he got there. "Can we go to the arcade, please!?" He loved to be able to play video games. He loved it when his dad would go to the arcade at the grocery store while his mom paid for the groceries. "Oh! The trails look interesting!" Tammi enjoyed the outdoors and getting chances to take adorable photos. This was one of the only family trips they were ever going to take, making it the perfect opportunity to get some great family photos and create incredible memories that would last a lifetime. "Wow! Those do look interesting." Kim leaned towards the directory to look at the photos of the different trails that were around the resort. "Hey, folks!" a man in a uniform approached them, clearly someone who worked at the resort. Would you all like a flyer of all the activities at the resort? We have some family movie nights in the evening if you want to watch a movie outside on the lawn." He held out a piece of paper with a list of different activities and their starting times. "That would be great thanks." Kevin took the paper from the man, looking over the events as all the kids and Kim swarmed him, trying to read what they could all do. "Can we go to the movie tonight!?" Sam asked excitedly. She knew it was well past their bedtime, but maybe they could stay up later to watch it because they were on vacation. "We'll see. First, we need to get some dinner, and then let's check out the trails they have set up. If we have time, we'll hit up the arcade; if not, we can go to the pool and the arcade tomorrow. If you can manage to stay awake and not be grouchy, we can see about going to the movie." Kevin knew his kids were likely to be exhausted after the long flight; he knew he was. But it was a vacation; if they could behave well, he didn't see any reason not to let them stay up later and have some fun. After having so much fun for a week, they'll crash when they return home anyway. Kevin could see all of his kids' faces light up with excitement. Kris had a small look of disappointment, but he knew that Kris would be fine tomorrow once they got to the arcade. Besides, after what Kris has put them through, he wasn't super concerned about putting his preference above the other kids. "Let's see, it looks like the restaurant is over... this way." Kevin looked at the directory to get a sense of where they were and where they needed to go to get some dinner. *** Their meal felt magical. Kris was shocked to see how well each dish seemed to match the resort's theme. Every piece of food looked like it was straight out of a fairytale. The whole family spent the meal talking about the food and the resort. They all felt like they were dreaming. Kevin snickered at their remarks. "If this were a dream, Kris would have remembered to pack his underwear." He didn't want to ruin the moment, so he kept his thoughts to himself. He was glad to see the family was having so much fun. He noticed Kris was a lot less reserved now, having a chance to relax, calm down, and get over his dramatic behavior. After enjoying their meal, they all got up from the table and headed towards the trails. Kyle snuck up behind Kris and wiped at his back, acting like he was trying to knock something off. Tammi watched Kyle and noticed that he was fixing Kris's shirt discreetly. The diaper had a much taller backing than his nighttime pull-ups, causing it to stick out and be visible more easily. Kyle made eye contact with Tammi as he walked past Kris, she had a smile of approval, happy to see Kyle was watching out for Kris. She knew it likely wouldn't stick, and Kyle would never own up to helping Kris or removing his underwear, but she knew, and seeing him be responsible warmed her heart a little. Maybe this trip won't be a nightmare for Kris after all? Kris felt odd when his brother was wiping his back. He normally wouldn't help out like that. Then it hit him: He remembered the diaper he was wearing and that it was likely showing. Kris blushed at the thought that Kyle had to help protect him from embarrassing himself again. He ran over to his mom and tugged on her shirt lightly. She looked down at him and saw the look on his face, signaling he wanted to whisper something in her ear. "What does he need? Please tell me he didn't use his diaper?" She felt annoyed. She loved her son, but him whispering things in such a loud and crowed environment, really didn't help. Normally when this happens, she can't hear him, and needs him to repeat himself. Most of which ends up as a full blown tantrum from him because of his own short temper. "Can I get changed into underwear now?" Kris didn't want to walk the trails in a diaper. He wasn't sure when the underwear would arrive, but he knew she said it would only take a couple of hours while they explored. "Not right now, buddy. We are going to go check out those trails while there is still light out." She knew the front desk already had their order, but that didn't change the fact that it would only be a few more hours. It's not like he was in a dirty diaper. He just didn't want to wear the garment. He wasn't allergic, he wasn't getting a rash or anything, he was fine. "Okay..." Kris replied defeatedly. He was disappointed that he wouldn't be able to get back his underwear until later, but he was grateful no one seemed to notice the diaper yet and that Kyle was willing to help him out instead of humiliate him. *** Kris was amazed at the trails. It felt like a theme park. Even being at Disney World, he knew things like this would be around, he just didn't think it would be at their hotel. The whole family had a blast walking through the different trails, seeing several animated characters brought to life on them. Each one gave them a sense of excitement. The kids were having so much fun that Kevin and Kim began to wonder if they would ever settle down for the night. They were able to get a ton of family photos, several of which involved sitting on large statues or works of art. Kris noticed that, on the first couple of ones they sat on, Kyle would wipe something off Kris's back each time they got off. Realizing this, after the third or fourth family photo, Kris started to wipe his own backside to make sure his shirt hadn't ridden up. When he did it for the first time, he saw a satisfied smile and nod from Kyle. He hadn't said a word about what he was doing, but Kris caught on quickly enough to save himself from embarrassment on their first day. "How are we doing? Still want to watch that movie?" Kevin was exhausted; it had been a long day filled with stressful moments, but now that they were here, that weight seemed to have lifted. Everyone was having fun, and that's what mattered. "Yes!" The kids shouted. They were all tired, but getting to stay up late and watch one of their favorite movies on a big screen and outside was too good to pass up. Kim and Kevin giggled at their kids excitement. "Alright, let's go get showers and pajamas on then. After everyone is ready for bed, we'll head over and watch the movie." The kids started rushing off toward the main lobby and the elevator. "Hold up, we got to stop by the front desk first." All the kids were confused and disappointed at the delay as they walked up to the counter. "Hi there, here to pick up an order for our room," Kevin told the man at the counter. "Sure thing, just need your room key and a photo ID." Kevin looked at the man a little weirdly. He wasn't used to hotels asking for an ID when picking up an order. "We just need to verify it's your room and that the order is for you. You'd be surprised how many times people try to get stuff from someone else's room just by stealing or finding another guest's room key." Kevin nodded understandably. The resort was huge, and this was only one of the dozens they had, it only made sense room keys got lost easily. "Okay, perfect, here you are, sir." The man behind the counter pulled out a shopping bag. The plastic was super thin, and the contents were easily visible on the inside. Kris blushed, seeing the pack of underwear for him. He was grateful to finally get out of the diaper and back into some underwear, but the fact that the man at the counter saw the underwear made Kris feel exposed. He knew there was likely no way the man knew Kris was in a diaper, but just the thought that he might know something was off made Kris want to curl up in a ball and hide. Kevin thanked the man at the counter and then rushed the kids upstairs to get in their pajamas after showers. *** Each of the kids took a shower; they started from oldest to youngest. Tammi was lightning fast, leaving Kyle to go next. Kris was excited to get cleaned up after his accident on the plane finally. His mom did a good job cleaning him up the best she could with the wipes, but it could only do so much. A shower gave him a chance to feel fresh and finally put this day's incidents behind him. He was so excited to get out of this diaper and into some undies to watch the movie. "Hey, Mom, can I get a pair of underwear?" Kris approached his mom. He didn't care about being direct in the confines of their suite with a sense of privacy. He was tired and didn't want to deal with the emotions of being embarrassed anymore. If his siblings heard, he didn't care. They likely already knew the situation. That bag with his underwear practically hid nothing. They must be even more tired than him if they didn't already know. "Why, sweetie?" Kim felt confused; she thought he was just going to put on one of his nighttime pull-ups. But Kris couldn't understand her question. Why? Because they have underwear now, and she promised he could wear them. Why else? "So I can get changed into them." Kris felt like he was answering a stupid question but didn't dare act that way. His Mom has been great toward him since the accident, he didn't want to ruin that by being snippy. "Oh! I'm sorry, honey, I didn't even think about that. Just put on one of your pull-ups. We are going to be going to bed right after the movie." Kris felt his heart sink at her response. He thought he would at least get to wear undies for more than just the morning. He didn't want to go out on the lawn and watch a movie in a pull-up. "Besides, there are going to be other little boys and girls out there who are wearing pull-ups, too, so you won't be alone. No one is going to know. You'll be fine." Kim realized that Kris likely didn't want to go from one diaper to a pull-up. But it was already late, and she knew he was likely to fall asleep in the middle of the movie. "Okay..." Kris thought about arguing, saying he didn't want to. He had been promised that he could wear underwear, but the day had been long enough as it was. She had cared for him in a way he knew most parents wouldn't want to deal with at his age. Besides, tomorrow was a new day, and he knew there was no way he was going to have an accident like he did today. Kyle stepped out of the shower right as Kris grabbed his pajamas and a fresh pull-up. He took a quick shower, allowing Sam to go in next. He was so grateful to have been able to toss the diaper in the bathroom trash, finally putting it behind him. He hoped he would never be in a diaper like that ever again. Pull-ups were one thing. Diapers were so much worse. Sam's shower took a little longer than the rest of the kids, but she finished in time for them to walk down to watch the movie. All of the kids were nice and snuggled up in their pajamas. Each one was fitting for their age. Tammi had a nightgown she wore, with a long fleece skirt underneath to help provide warmth. It acted like a blanket as she sat down. Kyle had a pajama set, a more mature space style, mainly filled with solid colors. Meanwhile, Kris and Sam had more childish designs; both were a fleece footie onesie with a hood, keeping them warm as they sat on the blanket watching the movie as it played outside. The movie was one of Kris's favorites. He could watch it a thousand times and never get sick of it. Normally, he would have no trouble staying awake to watch it. But the exhaustion from the day was finally catching up with him. As he lay on the blanket, he curled up to his mom, placing his head on her lap as they watched the movie. She gently rubbed his arm lovingly. Kris was having a hard time keeping his eyes open at this point. He only intended to close them for a moment but drifted off to sleep before he could open them again. Chapter 19: Accident Free Kris slowly began to open his eyes. He felt refreshed like he had gotten the best sleep of his life. As he began stretching his arms outwardly, he felt his hand bump into something. He stopped, looking over to see his brother still passed out in the bed next to him. Kris nearly forgot that they were at Disney. Yesterday had been so long that he had completely forgotten they had made it. Kris slowly got himself up out of bed, he hadn't even remembered getting in it the night before. The last thing he remembered was sitting out on the lawn watching a movie, now he is back in their hotel room. He looked over to the other bed and saw Sam sprawled out on it, taking up the whole bed. Tammi was no where to be seen, she must have already gotten up and left the room. Kris wasn't sure if his parents were awake or not, but he didn't really care either, he knew he needed to take a shower as his pull-up was likely soaked. He quietly snuck his way over to the dresser he and his brother shared. Opening it as slowly as he could not wanting to wake Kyle or Sam. He wasn't used to sharing a room with so many people before. Not only that, but normally he was the one to oversleep. Only today was different. He was hoping that while they still slept, he might be able to sneak back downstairs to the main lobby with his dad, and play some games in the arcade. Playing some games with his dad, was one of Kris's favorite activities to do. They normally played at the grocery stores arcade while mom was busy paying for the groceries. Only, this was Disney world, their games had to be a hundred times cooler than the basic ones he was used to playing. Kris grabbed a set of clothes from the dresser. A new pair of pants, and a shirt with a pair of socks. He was a little disappointed to see his underwear hadn't made their way into his dresser, but it was pretty late last night by the time they arrived, and when the movie likely ended, that his parents just didn't think about it. With his change of clothes, Kris tiptoed his way out of the shared room out to the living space in their suite. He hoped the package of underwear was still out there like it was yesterday before they left for the movie, just sitting on the counter. As he entered the living space, he was able to to see his mom out sitting on the couch, drinking a cup of coffee. She looked exhausted. "Morning, bud. How did you sleep?" Kim sounded just as tired as she looked. She likely wanted to sleep another hour or two at least, yet she was already awake. "Morning. I slept really well." Kris felt bad for his mom. He felt partly responsible for disturbing his mom's sleep these last few weeks. Each time he woke up in the middle of the night, he had to bug her to get a new pull-up. Leading to a lot of late-night wake-ups. "That's good. How's your pull-up? Did you manage to stay dry last night?" She asked, practically in a daze. Kris hadn't noticed the feeling of his pull-up yet. The morning waking felt robotic, just going through the motions without much attention to the details. He just assumed he was wet as usual. "Umm... I'm not sure." Kris felt confused. His attention back on his pull-up for the first time since before going to sleep. It felt different, it wasn't cold, clammy, or heavy. "Did I actually stay dry last night?" Kris couldn't believe that his pull-up wasn't the normal feeling. Instead, it almost felt like a new one he had just put on. "That's okay, bud. Go ahead and get cleaned up. Your sister should be out in a minute" She didn't even register Kris's reply, instead just responded as she always does. Kris could see her head nodding back to sleep, only getting caught at the last second keeping herself awake. Kris made his way over to the counter where his new underwear was last night, moving things around trying to find them. "What are you doing, bud?" Kim's face looked like she had a headache or was confused as to what was going on. "I was just grabbing a new pair of underwear." Kris found the package over on the kitchen's island. "What? Don't be silly, you're still in pull-ups. You don't have undies yet you silly goose." It was clear at this point his mom wasn't completely there. She had to be half asleep if she thought Kris didn't have any underwear. They literally just bought a new pack last night. He was holding it. What was she talking about? "Ummm... okay" Kris wasn't sure what to do. He was sure his mom wasn't serious. There was no way. But did he want to risk it? He didn't want to disobey on the off chance she meant it, but he also knew it was unlikely. Rather than arguing with her, he opted to continue as planned, for now at least. Still holding the package of underwear, he left the kitchen on his way over toward the bathroom. As he turned the corner, he saw Tammi standing in the hallway brushing her hair, giggling to herself. She must have heard the whole thing. Kris stared at her, unsure how she was going to respond. "Don't worry about it. She's probably half asleep, dreaming about a time when you were still potty training." Tammi had a genuine smile of joy. She thought her mom was being silly, and even if it was embarrassing for Kris, she couldn't help herself laugh at their mom's situation. The assurance from Tammi wasn't as effective as she might have intended. Her giggling and the thought of his mom dreaming about a time when he was still potty training made him feel little again. It had been years since he went through potty training. The thought of needing to do it again felt like a boulder crushing him. Rather than acknowledging her comment, Kris simply rushed past her toward the bathroom, closing the door behind him. It was their second day in Disney, he wasn't about to let his sister or mom ruin it already. The day just started, he was determined to be a big kid, and have fun playing with his siblings today. If he hurried, he might still be able to play in the arcade with this dad. Not wanting to waste any time, Kris stripped down to his pull-up. He couldn't believe his eyes, it was dry. He removed and examined it a little closer, he wanted to be sure. Completely bone dry, not even slightly damp. This was the first time in a long while he managed to sleep through the night without an accident. There was no telling if it would happen again, but just the fact that it happened made him feel overjoyed. Excited about the outcome, Kris jumped into the shower; he couldn't wait to tell his dad that he managed to go without an accident. But he didn't want to do it around his siblings. The last thing he wanted was for one of them to make a remark about it being a Christmas miracle or something. He already hated the fact he had to wear the pull-ups, and his mom's sleep comment about not wearing underwear didn't help either. After a quick scrubbing, Kris got out of the shower, dried off, and looked at his pile of clothes in the bathroom. He had the brand new pack of underwear, his pull-up and the rest of his clothes. "Should I wear the pull-up again? Mom said I don't have undies, but Tammi and I think she didn't mean it. Do I risk it though? Last time I wasn't sure, I peed myself, and dad got mad enough that I ended up in pull-ups again." Kris felt conflicted. He knew she likely didn't mean it, but just like last time, if he made the wrong choice it could completely change the way everything else played out.

Chapter 17: Darn Kids "Oh no, bud! How did that happen?" Kim felt frustrated. They were thousands of miles away from home now. It's not like they can turn around and pick them up before going back to the cabin for a camping trip. She still felt sympathetic towards him, knowing that the trip had already had a rocky start. "I don't know. Kyle and I were chatting, and I guess I got distracted and forgot to put them in there before I zipped up my bag." Kris felt guilty for being a burden on their trip. First, he had to get changed at the airport. He ended up taking up that nice lady's supplies, even though he didn't want to, and now he had forgotten to pack an essential item. "Talking with Kyle, huh? Did he do it, or did Kris actually forget? He is pretty forgetful around these kinds of things. He's done it before, but we were only a few hours away from home, and we could send one of us to get them. He does get easily distracted." "Did you remember to at least pack your pull-ups?" she asked in a hushed tone. Yeah, everyone knew he wore them, but that didn't change the subject's sensitivity. "Yeah, I put them in last, and they were on top of everything. Dad told me not to forget them, so I was extra sure I got them in there," Kris recalled. He also remembered Kyle calling them diapers, which made him blush slightly. He was actually wearing a diaper this time, and there was no disputing that. "Good. Well, in that case. We can look at getting you some new undies for tomorrow, but for today, you can either stay in what you're wearing or change into a nighttime pull-up. What do you want to do?" She didn't have too many options to choose from. She knew they could use a grocery delivery service to get some stuff delivered or even take time out of their day to go to a nearby store to get him new underwear, but that would take away from the fun. Which given this was likely going to be a once in a lifetime chance for them, not being able to ever make a trip like this again, she wanted to make sure they got the most out of the trip, leaving Kris with only two options. Kris sat there momentarily, contemplating his options. He was grateful his mom didn't call his garment; he was wearing a diaper, instead opting to suggest he stay as he was. "Can we not get new underwear sooner?" He really didn't want to walk around all day in a diaper or a pull-up. He knew he was old enough not to need one during the day. The plane was just a fluke accident. "I'm sorry, bud. It would take too long. We can have them here when we return from exploring later today, but I need to talk with your father first. He'll need to know about the situation." She knew they could likely get something for him, but it would detract from the experience. "It's just for a few hours, then he'll have underwear again, he can manage." She thought. Kris felt a pit in his stomach. He knew his dad would need to know, but the thought made him nervous. His Dad was far less understanding than his mom when it came to inconveniences like this. He always would yell when they went camping if one of the kids forgot something. Making them either need to turn back or need to spend money to fix the mistake. This time, it wasn't an easy fix. They were very far away, and he had asked for them back home, so forgetting to pack them, likely felt like a slap to the face. "What do you need to talk to me about?" Kevin walked out into the living room hearing the conversation as he went to grab another suitcase. "Kris forgot to pack his underwear," Kim replied nonchalantly. Kris felt his heart skip a beat. He didn't expect his Dad to overhear the conversation, let alone for his Mom, to talk about it so openly. "Dude, seriously. This happens every time." Kevin let out a frustrated sigh. "Do you know how expensive buying new underwear all the time is? Did you at least remember your pull-ups, or did you forget those too?" "I remembered to pack them." Kris felt worse for causing so much trouble. He couldn't make eye contact with his Dad. They'd only been here for an hour or two, and he was already causing problems for his Dad. "Good! At least I don't need to buy more of those too. Can't you just wear your brother's? They'll be a bit big." Kevin was frustrated about the situation. At least underwear was reusable. One pack should be enough to get through the week if he needed to buy them. Kris thought momentarily about it. His brother's underwear was usually pretty gross, with poop stains on them. He recalled one time he wore them, and how uncomfortable all the extra material was, basically doing nothing. "Um. I guess we can try that." Kris sheepishly replied. "Great problem solved." Kevin started towards the kid's shared bedroom. "Kyle, man, I need a pair of your underwear," he shouted, walking down the hall. "Um... okay, Dad." Kyle was confused. He knew Kris had forgotten his underwear, but why did his Dad want his underwear? Without hesitation, he grabbed a pair of his white briefs and handed them to his Dad. "Here you go." Sam was confused as to what was going on, and watched with a curious expression. Tammi on the other hand, got a slight smirk on her face. She hadn't told their parents, but maybe they put it together, and Kyle was about to get what he deserves. Kevin took the underwear from Kyle and turned around to face Kris. "Here you go bud." his hand outstretched with the underwear. Kris grabbed and unfolded them to examine their state. He hoped these ones were brand new. To his dismay, he saw the gross brown stain running down the seat of the underwear. "Is there a different pair I can have?" Kris asked with concern in his eyes. The thought of wearing his brother's "dirty" underwear made his stomach churn. He'd rather be in a clean pull-up then wear something that looked like he already had an accident. Kyle looked at his Dad, he knew that all his underwear was in a similar state, and that Kris was just being a wimp. There was nothing wrong with his underwear. They were clean, they just managed to get a stain on it. That was all. "Nope, it's either this, or wear one of your diapers, your call" Kris could hear a giggle coming from Sam. She wasn't ever mean towards him, but he knew that having her older brother wearing pull-ups, and now a diaper, had to be something she found humorous. Even if it was the most embarrassing thing in the world for him. "I think I'll just stay like this if that's okay?" Kris felt embarrassed that he would be going out and about in a diaper. He was also frustrated that he wasn't going to get underwear until later. His mom promised that when they got here, he could change into underwear. Sure, his brother's was offered, but that wasn't really "underwear," more like used toilet paper. He would rather wear a diaper or a pull-up than put on one of those. He slightly felt like he was lied to by his Mom. They always fixed this in the past, and now he felt like he was stuck. He hoped he could handle whatever happened for the next few hours if it meant he would actually get new underwear. "It's settled then. Now finish unpacking. There's no way you are done yet." Kevin left the room, feeling a sense of accomplishment in "solving" Kris's predicament. Arriving in the living room, Kevin plopped down next to Kim on the couch. "How does this keep happening?" Kevin looked at his wife. He felt defeated. They tried to prepare the best they could before each trip, yet every time one of the kids missed something. "I don't know. One of these days we'll be able to go someplace and have everything." "Yeah, maybe once they are grown up and have their own kids." Kevin laughed lightly at his own joke. He was still frustrated, but he knew they were just kids. Stuff happens all the time. "I can't believe I have to buy another new pack of underwear for this kid. This is the 6th pack this year. I thought I wouldn't have to buy anymore this year now that we got him those pull-ups. Maybe one more as he grew. This is getting ridiculous." "I know, honey, but it's not like he is meaning to." Kim shared the same frustrations, but she also knew that he wasn't intentionally wetting himself, even if, at times, it felt that way. "I know, but that makes it worse. I thought by the time Sam was done potty training we'd be done with diapers. Now it looks like we need to go round two on the same kid." Kevin placed his head into his hands on his lap. "I know, but it's just a phase. He'll grow out of it, I'm sure. If it makes you feel better, we can schedule a doctor's appointment when we get back to have him checked out?" Kim placed her hand on Kevin's back, rubbing it gently, trying to help calm him down. "Yeah, just for them to tell us that he is fine and will grow out of it. Sending us a $600 bill for 'tests'. No, thank you." Kevin had always been mad at doctors, making fun of their "practices," wondering when they would stop practicing and do their job. He was a field medic in the army when he was fresh out of high school and early into their relationship. He felt he knew when they needed to go to the doctor and when just waiting it out would be best. When it came to Kris's bedwetting, he assumed it was more of an attitude problem. He was just a lazy child. He hated the fact that they were buying him nighttime diapers. All they were doing was enabling him. But, the constant battle of wet beds was becoming too much. He figured if they took away some of his freedoms by having them ask him when he wanted to change, it would be only a matter of a few days before he would give up this act. Only, it didn't work. He bought all of those diapers from the store, hoping he would just end up returning them. But at this rate, there was no telling how long this would last. His daytime accidents didn't make things any easier either. "Why don't we just focus on the trip for now, honey? Where should we go first?" Kim's voice broke through all of his thoughts and frustrations, grounding him back to reality. "Well, it's already pretty late, so why don't we just check out the sights around here? The resort seems to have a lot of fun activities all on its own." He picked up his head. He couldn't shake his frustration, but he also didn't need to let it control their trip and the rest of his day. "First, can you order Kris a pack of underwear, whatever is cheapest? I really don't care. Just make sure you ask for the receipt in the bag in case we need to replace them. The pickers can sometimes be idiots and grab the wrong thing. Hopefully, out here, they are better than back home." "Sure thing. You want to get the kids, and I'll place the order real quick?" Kim asked, pulling out her phone. "Yeah, that's fine." Kevin got up from the couch and stuck his head around the corner of the hall. "Kids! Get ready to head out; we are gonna check out the resorts and find out what activities we want to do tomorrow!" He shouted down the hall, getting all the kids excited for a chance to explore.

Chapter 9: Rude Awakening Ashley shifted uncomfortably in bed and then suddenly opened her eyes. Looking around, she saw she was in her childhood bedroom, surrounded by her favorite toys and the comforting presence of her parents. "Hi there, sweetie, having trouble sleeping?" her mom asked in a smooth, comforting tone. "Was I just dreaming? The mannequins, Steve, my entire life? No, that can't be. Am I dreaming now?" "It's okay, sweetie. Try to get some sleep." Her mom leaned over and kissed her forehead, followed by her dad. They both walked over to her bedroom door, pausing for a moment to look at her. Ashley wasn't sure what was going on, but she felt relieved not to be in the nightmare of the daycare. She was comfortable, loved, and safe. "Love you, Mom and Dad," she spoke, her voice much younger than she remembered. She was a child. "Awe! Isn't that sweet, Elysia?" the mom said, but her voice twisted, turning into the same sound she heard from one of the mannequins. Ashley's eyes widened in fear as she looked around her room. It began to change, the walls melting away to reveal the abandoned daycare around her. "The sweetest." her father spoke, only he was becoming the other mannequin, their faces morphed into the eerie mannequins that had trapped them. "No, no, this can't be real." Ashley started to panic; she was back to her adult self. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. She was paralyzed, trapped in her bed as the mannequins approached, their lifeless eyes staring down at her. They began to speak in unison, their voices echoing with a chilling tone. "You can never leave," they whispered, reaching out to her with their stiff, plastic hands. Ashley felt a wave of terror wash over her as she realized she was completely trapped, with no way of escape. In a panic, she struggled to free herself from her bed, but it was as if she was glued in place. The mannequins leaned closer, their faces contorted into sinister smiles. And then, without warning, Ashley felt a warm sensation growing beneath her. She was wetting the bed in her dream. She closed her eyes as the mannequins were inches away from her face. "Oh no, sweetie, did you have another accident? It's been years, what happened?" The voice was her mother's again. "huh, what?" Ashley was completely confused. She slowly opened her eyes to see her parents standing above her once more. "Honey, you're 23. You can't keep peeing yourself like this." Ashley looked down and saw that her bed and pants were still soaked from when she thought she had peed. "At this rate, you're going to need diapers." Ashley felt a pit in her stomach at her mom's words. They didn't even diaper her when she went through her bed-wetting phase as a child. Now, she has one accident, and they want to diaper her. Wait. She is an adult. They can't diaper her. "It's a good thing we have them in your size." the voice changed again. Ashley looked up at where her mom was standing to see one of the mannequins holding out one of the childish diapers she was put in when she arrived. Ashley shot up in her bed. She looked around and saw she was back in the nursery, in the crib she had fallen asleep in. The shame and humiliation of wetting her bed washed over her as she woke up, drenched in sweat and tears. It took her a moment to realize it was just a dream, but the fear lingered. The image of the mannequins replacing her parents burned into her mind. Then she felt it. Her crotch was damp. She did wet herself in her sleep, but she was wearing the diaper, saving her from the humiliation of a soaked bed. Suddenly, the lights switched on. Ashley looked over to the door as the mannequins walked back in. Looking over at Steve, she could see him and the others slowly waking up. Both Nick and Steve gave a huge yawn as they stretched. It looks like they at least had a good nap. "I hope you all had a good nap. Does anyone need a diaper change?" Elysia asked as she walked over to Nick first. "Looks like someone does. Nyxara, can you take Nicky as I check on the others?" "I'd be delighted. He is such a good boy." Ashley was shocked to see how much Nick played along with their games. He was easily in his 30s. How could he be okay with getting treated like this? He had a pacifier in his mouth, smiling happily as the mannequin took him away, practically snuggling up to the thing. "Good job, Kelly! At this rate, you might be ready for big girl undies for bedtime." Ashley could clearly see the frustration on Kelly's face. If looks could kill, that mannequin would be dead. But hearing that Kelly could be back in underwear made Ashley blush. She used to wet the bed all the time as a kid, and now she did it again. What if she started having issues again? Would she be stuck wearing a diaper to bed each night until they escape? "Oh God, I can't let that happen." "Are you going to be a good girl, Kelly? Can I trust you to stay in here as I check on the others?" Elysia asked her. It seemed to Ashley that the mannequins didn't have the same relationship with Kelly that they did with Nick. Was Kelly someone she could trust to help them escape? Kelly simply nodded at the mannequin's question. "Alright, you be a good girl now. We wouldn't want you to get hurt... now would we?" The pause in its voice sent a shiver down Ashley's spine. She was told that this one was dangerous, but would it really injure them? It was supposed to be the nice one between the two of them. The mannequin picked up Kelly and carefully placed her on the ground, watching her closely to see if she would run off. Kelly just looked at her feet. It was clear to Ashley that Kelly feared this one and didn't want to push her luck with it, even if she hated it. "Good girl." The mannequin shifted its focus to Steve. Now, how did my little Stevey do?" Steve was unphased by what happened with Nick and Kelly; he didn't really care. He was just happy to no longer be around the other mannequin. "Good. I tried to tell you we aren't babies. There was no way I was going to use these stupid diapers on such a short nap." Steve was still mad about Ashley's comment, but maybe if he agreed with her, they would finally figure it out. The mannequin gave a robotic chuckle at his comment. "Someone is talkative already. That nap must have done you wonders. Now, let's check that diaper of yours." Steve wanted to resist, but he knew these things were ten times stronger than them, and resisting only seemed to make things worse. "Good job! Looks like you managed to stay dry, too." Ashley's heart sank as she heard its words. She didn't want Steve to use the diaper, but she also didn't want to be the only other one who woke up wet. "Now, young mister, normally I would ask if you could be responsible enough to stay in the room while I checked on your friend here. But after seeing your behavior today, I think you're going to have to stay here while I check on little Miss Ashley over there." Steve felt frustrated by its words. He wanted to be let out like Kelly, then while its back was turned, they could have made a run for it. But now, he was stuck in the crib. The mannequin walked over to Ashley's crib and picked her up out of it. "Oh my, you little miss, you really need a diaper change. You soaked it. Let's go get you cleaned up." Ashley blushed as the mannequin carried her away from the others and over to the changing room. She could see Steve as she was carried away. His face started off as one of confusion, quickly changing to a smirk as if he was happy about her needing to get changed. "What the hell is with that face? Is he happy I'm getting changed? What the fuck? That's so messed up."

Chapter 12: Morning Surprise Lisa lay in her bed; her room was cold still from the night's sleep. Her bed was so warm, cozy, and inviting. It basically spoke to her to stay in bed all day. She knew she couldn't, but what would be the harm in another five minutes? Stretching lazily, she reached out to grab her phone from the nightstand, only to recoil as she slightly exposed her legs to the cold air. She felt the breeze on her skin; it was chilling. But it was chilling in a different way. Lisa tried to brush it off, and adjusted her blanket, but she noticed the feeling didn't go away. It felt like she was damp. "What the...?" Lisa's heart sank as she realized what had happened. This was the first morning she woke up without a screaming need to pee. Her eyes got huge in shock. She pulled back the covers to reveal the evidence of her accident. "No, no, no!" Lisa's frustration boiled over as she stared at the wet fabric surrounding her. She had completely soaked her bed. Her cheeks burned red with embarrassment. It's been years since she last wet the bed, so far back she couldn't remember. "You have got to be shitting me," she spoke slowly, lifting up her wrist to look at the bracelet. "You did this, didn't you?" she asked the Bracelet as if it were alive. With a heavy sigh, Lisa swung her legs over the side of the bed, feeling defeated before the day began. She glanced down at her wrist, where the cursed bracelet sparkled innocently, mocking her with its twisted power. "I hate you," Lisa muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with bitterness as she reached to unclasp the bracelet from her wrist. But, as always, it remained stubbornly in place, refusing to yield to her desperate attempts to rid herself of its cursed influence. Grimacing with frustration, Lisa set about cleaning up the mess and changing her sheets. She stripped the bed, tossing the soiled sheets into a pile in the corner of the room. "This is so embarrassing." Lisa couldn't help but give herself a facepalm. "I've got to get this thing figured out. The pull-up didn't show up again, so there has to be something causing it to appear." Lisa felt stumped. She didn't know why her underwear turned into a pull-up sometimes, yet yesterday at the coffee shop, and now this morning, they didn't. Lisa opened her dresser drawer to get some new underwear for the day. As she reached for a pair, she noticed the large open space where the package of pull-ups were. Her heart sank as she thought about last night and the conversation with her mom. She just yelled at her mom about not needing them, and yet she peed her bed. Maybe her mom was right in getting them for her, but she wasn't about to admit that. Lisa grabbed herself a clean pair of underwear, leaving only one left. "I really need to get laundry done." Lisa looked back at her pile of soaked bedding. "Well, if I wasn't going to do it before, I sure am now." She sighed reflecting on how wild these last few days had been. She needed to get this thing under control, before she did something she couldn't recover from. Lisa cracked open her bedroom door, trying to see if she could hear her mom. "Please don't be awake." Lisa couldn't tell. It seemed like the coast was clear. With her clothes in hand, she quietly snuck out of her bedroom, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible. If her mom was asleep she didn't want to wake her. The last thing Lisa wanted to deal with was talking to her mom about bed-wetting issues. Carol heard Lisa open her door. She wanted to greet her this morning and apologize for last night. She hoped that Lisa had a chance to calm down and wasn't so flustered. She turned the corner and looked down the hallway. Lisa had her back toward her, closing her door slowly. Carol was about to say something when she noticed Lisa was trying to be sneaky. Narrowing her eyes, she saw Lisa's current state. "Oh my. She is having nighttime trouble. Her nightgown is soaked. Now I feel worse. She likely wouldn't have felt so self-conscious about wearing one last night if she had gotten them herself." Carol wanted to go and reassure her daughter. She could only imagine how embarrassed she must be. "... I... should probably just give her some space. Let her get cleaned up first. I'm sure she'll ask for the pull-ups again if she really wants them, but just to be safe, I'll offer to take them back to the store today after breakfast." Carol ducked back into the kitchen. She kept as quiet as possible, not wanting to alert Lisa that she was awake. Lisa turned around, tip-toeing her way toward the bathroom. She was grateful she was going to be able to get in there without her mom seeing her. Stepping into the bathroom, she closed the door just as quietly as she did her bedroom. "Thank God! I didn't wake her". Lisa felt a wave of relief hit her. She quickly began her morning routine, not wanting to be in her gross pajamas any longer than she had to. Lisa felt refreshed as she stepped out of the steaming shower. She knew she had a busy day ahead of her. She needed to get laundry done so she could have more clean underwear, she needed to figure out how the stupid bracelet worked with the pull-ups, and she had her date with Craig later tonight. "Shit! I have a date with Craig. How am I going to get everything done? I can't experiment with peeing myself to get the pull-ups to show up with my mom around... ugh! why does everything have to be so hard!" Lisa got dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top. She would mainly be lounging around the house until she met up with Craig, so she wanted to be cozy while taking care of the apartment. *Ding* Craig: "Morning, beautiful! Can't wait to see you tonight." Craig's message put a smile on Lisa's face. She really liked this guy. He was such a charmer. She felt like she might have met the perfect guy for her. Now, if only she was confident she wouldn't blow it because of this weird magic that's been affecting her life. "Should I call off our date until I get this thing figured out?" Lisa stared at the Bracelet. "That might be never." She knew she had no way to tell how long it would affect her life. If she folded now, there was a chance it would never go away. If Craig really was the one for her, then he would be open to her, no matter what. "I mean, what's the worst that happens? He finds me in a wet pull-up?" The thought sent a shiver down her spine. "That's...fine... plenty of women pee themselves." She tried to reassure herself, but it wasn't working. The more she thought about the situation, the worse she felt. Lisa: "Can't wait! I got the perfect dress for tonight. 😉" She hit send before she could talk herself out of going on a date. "What did I just do?" Lisa gathered the dirty laundry from the bathroom and grabbed the basket she used to collect the clothes for laundry day. Feeling relaxed and glad her mom hadn't caught her, Lisa opened the bathroom door and entered her bedroom to collect the soaked bedding. She felt her mom wouldn't have had any idea about what was happening, so she would be safe to go about without any issues. Lisa entered the kitchen to see her mom had already cooked breakfast. "Wow, this is amazing. Thanks mom." Lisa felt warmed by her mother's gesture. She didn't expect anything from her, outside of the occasional ride here and there. She honestly thought after the conversation they had last night, that her mom would have given her the cold shoulder or something. "It's my pleasure, darling. I told you, while I'm here, I'm going to do everything I can to make the best of it." Carol smiled. She wanted to help out Lisa. She knew having bladder issues this early in life must have been incredibly hard. She didn't want to be a burden, and if she could help by simply cooking a meal, she would. "Is there anything I could help you with today?" "This is perfect! I could ask her to run some errands, and then she'll be out of my hair while I experiment. But, what do I have her do?" "Umm... I need to get some laundry done. The dryer in my unit is broken, so if you could take my clothes to the laundry mat and get them dried, that would be great!" Lisa felt bad about lying to her mom about the dryer, but it was the easiest thing she could do to get her out of the house. "I have a date with Craig later tonight, so I won't be home for dinner... Or the night." Lisa blushed slightly with a playful smile. "So don't wait up for me." "Oh?!" Carol hadn't heard much about Craig other than he seemed like a good guy. She knew they had been dating for a while, but it still seemed strange to her. Hearing that her adult daughter was going to spend the night at another man's house. She felt like she would never be ready for Lisa to be grown-up. Seeing her run her own life and have her own relationships still felt weird to her. "Umm... Yeah, I can do that for you. Do you want to pop your load into the wash before we sit for breakfast?" "Oh, yeah. That's a good idea." Lisa was grateful her mom took the bait. Now, she could focus on getting this magic pull-up thing figured out, and then she could go on her date worry-free. She quickly tossed her soaked laundry into the washing machine first; she didn't want to give her mom any chance to find out about the experiments she was planning. Nor did she want her to realize she was just piling lies on top of lies to her mom. Lisa returned to the dining table, where she got lost in thought while eating breakfast with her mom."How am I going to test this thing?" Lisa was playing with the bracelet around her wrist."I mean I can drink a ton of water and stuff, but without getting any signs that I need to go, I won't know when to try. Plus, my bladder can hold a lot, so this might take forever. I could make a wish... but that hasn't been working out in my favor, and I don't even know what I did to get to this point." Lisa couldn't help but flash back to Thursday, the ride home on the bus, desperate to pee, and making the stupid wish. "I wonder if there is something I can do to increase my need to pee, without magic? Doctors, I bet, know of something." Lisa pulled out her phone and did a quick internet search. "What can make you pee more often" Nothing good came up on the results. She just saw symptoms. Things like UTIs, or drinking caffeine. She was already drinking a coffee with breakfast, but there had to be some type of medicine that doctors use. She changed her search "What medicine makes you pee" "Jackpot! Diuretics. I wonder if I can get those delivered?" "What are you doing, sweetie?" Carol asked, seeing her daughter engrossed in her phone. She could see a concentrated look on Lisa's face mixed with confusion. It was as if Lisa was trying to understand something, but Carol had no clue as to what it was. "Huh? Oh, nothing. I just needed to look something up real quick." Lisa was caught off guard by her mom's question. She set her phone aside on the table and took another sip of her coffee. She hoped the coffee would help in her plans. She didn't intend to be rude toward her mom; she just needed a solution, and she needed one soon. "Okay?" Carol didn't quite buy what Lisa was telling her. She had a sneaking suspicion that Lisa was hiding something. "While I'm out, can I pick you up anything from the store?" Lisa's eyes widened. She didn't want to tell her mom about the diuretics; she had intended to order them using a grocery delivery service. "I don't think so. I won't be around much today and just need a ride home from work tomorrow." Lisa didn't want her mom anywhere around her as she tried to understand the magic that was currently affecting her. "I'm bringing an overnight bag with me. Craig is going to give me a ride to work in the morning. So just getting laundry done honestly would be a huge help, I only got one pair of underwear left, which I'm bringing with me." "I can do that. Do you need me to pick you up some more? I was thinking I could take those nighttime underwear back to the store and get a refund for them. So it wouldn't be an inconvenience." Carol might have known that Lisa had an accident last night, but she didn't want to bring any attention to it. She hoped Lisa would be willing to open up about her struggles. Lisa blushed, thinking about the state she had woken up in this morning. "Nah, it's okay. Don't worry about returning that 'nighttime underwear' either. You don't have to take it back if you don't want to." Lisa didn't want them, but if she wanted to experiment properly, having a few variables would help her better understand the magic affecting her. "Are you sure? I really don't mind. I'm going to be out anyway." Carol tried to act surprised. She was glad to hear Lisa suggest keeping them, even if she wouldn't come out straight and ask for them to stay. "Yeah, seriously, don't worry about it. Where did you put them anyway?" Lisa wanted to act as casually as possible. She had a feeling her mom was catching on, but there was no way she would openly admit that she wanted her mom to leave them. Admitting she might actually need them would be the most embarrassing thing. "I left them leaning up against the couch." Carol wanted to leave them where Lisa could have easily grabbed one last night. She knew Lisa likely wouldn't, but giving her daughter the chance made the most sense. "Oh, okay, great. Thanks," Lisa got up from the table and quickly cleaned up after breakfast. Just as she got the last of the dishes into the dishwasher, she heard the washer machine shut off. She rushed over and placed the load into a basket for her mom to take. "Okay, mom, laundry is ready for you." Lisa wanted to get her mom out of the house as soon as possible. She kept getting a notification from her grocery delivery service on updates to her order and how far out it was. "Oh? You don't want to wash the rest of your clothes here?" Carol was a little put-off. She felt that Lisa wanted her out of the house as soon as possible, but she had no idea why. They seemed to be getting along fine this morning, so what was the rush? "Umm... I don't want to hold you up. Besides, I got a ton of... stuff I need to work on here." Lisa realized how her actions might have seemed. She wanted her mom out, but even she knew she was acting weird. "Um.. okay, I guess I'll get ready then." Carol felt a little hurt. She wanted to help her daughter, but this wasn't how she thought it would go. "Thanks, mom. You're the best." Lisa didn't want to hurt her mom, but she was running out of time. The tracker on her phone said the person would be here in 5 minutes. She took the basket of laundry out to her mom's car, walking with her, as she rushed her to leave. "Do you need anything else?" Lisa asked, she was clearly distracted. "I don't think so unless you changed your mind about the nighttime underwear?" Carol wanted to check one last time. She didn't want Lisa to keep them if she really didn't want to. "Umm..." Lisa felt trapped. She didn't want to admit to wanting to keep them. But she also needed them, so telling her mom to take them back out only make things more complicated. "Yeah, don't sweat it, I can donate it at work, we are doing a kids drive for like a foster home" Lisa knew she was lying, but at this point she was willing to do anything to get out of this awkward conversation. "Oh! That's nice of you. Should I pick up some more then?" Carol wasn't sure if she was telling the truth or not, but she did know her company did things like that, and she had no problem getting some extra stuff to make those kids life easier. Besides, the size was way too big for most of the kids that might need them. "No!" Lisa practically shouted. She was already embarrassed that her mom had bought a pack in the first place. "I mean, don't worry about it; I already gave a bunch of stuff last week," Lisa blushed at this point. Her lie was going to backfire on her, she knew it, but that didn't matter; she could always come up with other excuses and give a donation if it helped her story. "Oh. Okay, well I guess if you don't need anything else, I'll be on my way then." Carol was shocked by Lisa's reaction. She wasn't normally someone who would shy away from giving more things away. It was pretty clear at this point that she was hiding something, but they had already ended things last night on a bad foot, starting the next day on one, when she wasn't likely to see her for the rest of the day, sounded like a bad idea. So, she decided not to push the subject any further. "Yeah, I'm good, I'll see you tomorrow" Lisa quickly slinked back into her apartment, avoiding making eye contact with her mom. She felt horrible treating her mom this way, but she felt like she didn't have a choice. Lisa snuck over to the window, and watched as her mom drove off. Lisa let out a huge sigh of relief. She was grateful her mom was quick. It was perfect timing, too; within moments of her mom driving off, Lisa got a notification notifying her that her driver was there. She stepped away from the window and went to meet the driver out in the parking lot when she heard a knock at the door. It was her order. "Thank you!" She grabbed the items from the driver, giving him a small $5 tip for picking her up a set of unconventional items: a bottle of diuretics and a new pack of women's underwear. She closed the door and leaned up against it. "I can't believe I'm about to do this." Lisa was nervous at the thought of intentionally peeing herself repeatedly just to see what would happen. The idea sounded like the most idiotic thing, but what other option did she have? Placing another wish could just make things worse. She had a date tonight, and if she didn't have at least some idea of how this thing worked, she would risk looking like a fool in front of Craig and a restaurant full of fancy people.

It is a little short, but the next chapter is double the length at 3,300 words, and the one following is another 2,200 so some of the upcoming ones a little longer. This last chapter also had a bit more weight to it, so didn't want to go to heavy on it, especially given it's the end of the day for them both. I think you might like the next chapter, they both have some more time to chat, and bond lightly in the chapter.

Chapter 8: Naptime "Wait here, young miss, while I get your friend here a diaper change. I'll check on you once he is all cleaned up." The mannequin carrying Steve and Ashley spoke as it set Ashley into one of the cribs in the nursery upstairs. "Now, as for you, stinky mister, let's change you. I hope you learned your lesson about misbehaving." Steve simply nodded slowly. He didn't want to listen to these things, but also after what he just went through, he's not too sure about not listening to them either. Nyxara took Steve out of the nursery and across the hall to the changing room. As much as Steve wanted to be out of this diaper, he knew he was just getting into another one. He wasn't sure what was more humiliating, the fact that he would be getting a diaper change or the fact that he needed one in the first place. The mannequin gently set Steve on the changing table. He felt his soaked and messy diaper squish from under him. As much as he hated the feeling, he was already starting to get used to it. Getting out of this thing and into a new one would be so much better than what he had to deal with for the last while he was here. He wasn't sure how long he was like that. He hasn't seen a single clock since they got here. All of the windows had thick curtains that let in no light. Without their phones or watches, there was no way to tell how much time passed while they were here. Steve began to wonder. How did that man know he's been here for years, then? Without any sense of time, couldn't it have just as easily been only a matter of months or even days? He must have some way of tracking time. Steve was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even pay attention to what the mannequin was doing. He didn't really want to. It would only make him feel worse about his situation. Trying to keep himself distracted, he began looking around the room. He remembered the last time he had been in here. The mannequin had placed Ashley's phone up on the shelf. Steve glanced over at the shelf above his head, trying to see if he could spot her phone. "No squirming, mister. I'm almost done." The mannequin spoke in a commanding manner, breaking Steve's attempts to be anywhere but here mentally. He looked down to see the mannequin placing the diaper tapes around his waist. His diaper was already changed, and he didn't even notice it. "Alright, up we go, now let's get you into some comfy pajamas." the mannequin grabbed his arms and pulled him to his feet, standing on the changing table. Steve focused solely on the shelf above his head. He had to see if Ashley's phone was on it. More importantly, he noticed that standing on the changing table put the shelf just ever so slightly out of range. Realistically, if Ashley gave him a boost, he could reach her phone that's up there! "Here we are. These will be perfect." the mannequin held out a baby blue footie pajama set. It had little blue cartoon whales all over it. "Are you gonna be a big boy and help put them on, or do you need me to help?" It held open the onesie in a way that allowed Steve to place his foot in it. He hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to wear such a childish piece of clothing, but at least he wouldn't be subjected to it dressing him. Reluctantly, he stepped into the onesie, being careful not to trip. Within a matter of moments, he was securely zippered into the garment. "Thank you! Good job, young man!" Its words felt more like a mock instead of encouragement. Steve had no way to tell when it came to these things. It seems like they think they all are children, but at times, it seems more like it's trying to be condescending. "Now let's get you off to your nap." Nyxara picked up Steve and took him back to the nursery. Looking at the shelf, he couldn't tell if his phone was up there, but he could make out the faint outline of Ashley's. "How are those two doing?" Nyxara asked the other mannequin. "Angels as always. It seems like we might have a bit of a troublemaker. That one has been trying to climb out of her crib since the moment you turned your back. Luckily, it's too tall for her. We might need to help them fall asleep, it is their first day here." Elysia walked over to Steve in Nyxara's arms with a smile on its fake face. "Probably a good idea, this one was very well-behaved. No fussiness at all. I think he might have learned his lesson. In fact, he was so good that he even managed to help get himself dressed. We might have a young man here in no time." Every word the mannequin spoke felt like getting a knife twisted into Steve's side. He blushed a deep shade of red, knowing that Ashley just heard every word of that. How would she ever look at him the same after everything that's happened? Nyxara walked over to the open crib and placed Steve into it, laying him down on his back. She then tucked him in under a blanket. "There we go, sweetie. You get some rest," it spoke softly to him, then pulled out a pacifier and stuck it in his mouth. His eyes got huge. He never thought he would have one of these in his mouth as an adult. Steve quickly scanned the room, looking at the others, confused about what to do. He saw the other male and female in cribs across the room. Both of them were in the same situation as him. Both were tucked in under a blanket and had a pacifier in their mouth. Not wanting to create more trouble for himself, he just left it in and began to close his eyes. Realizing he didn't know if Ashley was safe, he stopped himself. He saw the mannequin leave him and walk over to the crib next to him where Ashley was. "Alright, young miss. How are you doing? Do you need a diaper change?" the mannequin pushed Ashley on her back, trying to reach her crotch area to undo the buttons and check on her diaper. "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Ashley screamed at it when it went to grab her. "Of course, I don't need a change; I'm not a baby!" She screamed, not realizing how hurtful the words were to Steve. He felt a stinging shot at his ego and self-image. Mad at her comment, he didn't bother to try and see what happened to her. Instead, he just rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes. Hoping when he awoke that this whole thing would turn out to be a nightmare. "Miss, that's enough. I know you're tired, but this is no way to act." Nyxara was having some trouble getting Ashley to stay still long enough for her to undress and check her diaper. Unlike the changing tables, there were no straps to keep her contained. "Elysia, can you help me with this one? She is being a bit of a pickle." Elysia rushed over and pinned Ashley's arms to the bed as Nyxara unbuttoned her onesie, getting a clear view of her diaper. "Looks like someone is dry. Let's just leave her in this one. I'm sure it can hold any accidents that may happen. She is too tired to try and get changed." Nyxara told Elysia as she pulled the onesie up towards Ashley's head to remove it. Ashley blushed at the mannequin's words. Recalling her childhood issues. She prayed that they wouldn't rear their ugly faces again. It's been years, and she was an adult now. She hasn't had any issues in forever now. Just because they were being treated like children didn't make them one. Right? Reality quickly came crashing back in as Ashley felt the cold air from the room on her stomach. She was about to be in just a diaper in a room filled with mostly strangers, leaving everything on full display. "Why isn't Steve doing anything!" She thought. "Steve! Help me, for crying out loud!" She shouted, hoping for him to come to her rescue. Anyone to come to her rescue. "Shhh, Sweetie, the others are trying to sleep. Now stop being so difficult," Elysia said to her. It was clear the mannequins were starting to get frustrated at the situation. Ashley was doing everything in her power to prevent these things from violating her again. She did everything she could to keep her arms pinned to her sides, not wanting them to remove the childish onesie dress she was placed in. But it was of no use. Elysia used its arm to keep Ashley pinned to the bed while it slipped her arms, one by one, through the sleeves. Finally getting the majority of the garment off. Ashley felt mortified; she was lying in a crib with just a diaper on, her breasts on full display for anyone to see. The mannequins finally let up now that the onesie was off, freeing her arms. She quickly wrapped them around her chest, doing her best to hide her breasts. "Let's use this one; it'll be easier to get off." Elysia handed Nyxara a nightgown with tank top style shoulders. The shoulders had snaps, making it so it could be taken off either way. Ashley wanted to refuse, seeing the bright pink dress, but it was a better option than remaining naked. Ashley sat up and threw her arms up, hoping they would take the chance to cover her up quickly and without difficulty. "Thank you young miss." Nyxara spoke, pulling the nightgown over her head, and into place. Ashley hated every word, and sound out of these things mouths, but having something to wear still beat being exposed. Nyxara, then pushed Ashley back down to tuck her under the blanket that was in the cup. "Alright, sleep tight all. Remember, it's nap time. I don't want to hear any noise from in here." Nyxara spoke, its eyes glowing red in the dark of the room. Its menacing expression sent shivers down Ashley's spine. Glancing around the room, she noticed it looked like everyone was already asleep. How could they sleep in such a terrifying place? Suddenly, Ashley's eyes felt heavy. She tried to stay awake and look around the room for a means of escape, but something caused all of the energy in her body to drain, and she passed out, unable to stay awake.

Chapter 11: Why are these here!? Lisa walked into her apartment. It had been a long day, and all she wanted to do was shower and go to bed. She prayed her mom was already asleep. Luck was not on her side. "Hey Sweetie! How was your day?" Carol called from the living room as Lisa walked through the door. Lisa hung her head. She did not have the energy to deal with her mom. "It was good. Sarah and I just hung out and went to a movie." "That sounds like it was fun!" Carol got up from the couch to greet her daughter at the door. She wanted to warn Lisa about the pull-ups she bought, but she got distracted by seeing Lisa in different clothes than when they left this morning. "Those look comfy," she said. "Yeah, I borrowed them from Sarah. I wanted to wear something more comfortable while chilling. Not to mention, a skirt gets cold in the evening in a movie theater. " Lisa blushed, recalling her accident at the coffee shop; not wanting to relive the moment, she lied to her mom about why she wore these instead of her original outfit. "Lis, can I chat with you about something?" Carol's expression became one of concern. She wanted to talk with her daughter about her accidents and the pull-ups she saw. She knew Lisa needed to visit a doctor if she hadn't already. "Not right now, Mom. It's been a long day. Can we chat in the morning? I honestly just want to shower and go to bed." Lisa turned and started to shuffle her way to her bedroom to get a change of clothes for sleeping. "Uh... yeah. I guess that's okay." Carol's energy deflated. She felt slightly ignored and more like a nuisance. Lisa walked into her bedroom, went to her closet, and pulled out her softest and most comfortable nightgown, wanting to get a good night's sleep. She had a date with Craig tomorrow and wanted to be well-rested. The movie was fun but also super draining. Lisa ended up staying up much later than she wanted to. She wanted to be asleep by nine, but that's when the movie ended. Lisa shuffled over to her dresser to grab a fresh pair of undies. She pulled it open, grabbed a pair, and closed the draw. As Lisa went to step toward the bathroom, she froze. She thought she saw something strange in the drawer. She quickly turned back around and opened up her underwear drawer. Sure enough, her eyes didn't play tricks on her. Lisa's heart pounded with frustration. She quickly grabbed the foreign object and stormed out to the living room. "MOM! What the hell is this?!" Lisa yelled at her mom, holding a package of girl's bedwetting pull-ups. "They're pull-ups?" Carol replied sheepishly. "I think they are the same brand that you've been wearing. Did I get the wrong ones?" "What?" Lisa felt confused. "No, I don't wear pull-ups. What are you talking about?" Lisa felt her blood boiling. Yeah, she has been wearing pull-ups, but not by choice. They've just been magically showing up. It's not like she would ever be willing to wear something so childish and embarrassing. "But I saw them in the trash this morning." Carol wanted to defend herself. She knew Lisa was wearing them, and she could have warned Lisa if she had let her talk to her. Lisa stood there speechless. She thought she had gotten the trash out before her mom had seen it. Lisa opened her mouth, wanting to defend herself, but she knew she had nothing. If her mom already saw them, then what was she going to do? There was nothing she could do to hide it. She could try and lie her way out of it, but she couldn't think of anything. "I'm sorry, honey. I was just trying to help. I told you I wanted to support you the best I could. I knew you didn't have a way to get to the store, and frankly, what adult woman would want to buy pull-ups for bedwetting and ride the bus back with them?" Carol approached Lisa and placed a loving hand on her daughter's arm. "I appreciate the thought, Mom, but I don't need pull-ups." Lisa pulled her arm away from her mom, furious that her mom would go this far without talking with her first. "I know you don't want anyone to know about this, dear, so I'll just leave you be about it. I just thought you'd want a new pack. I couldn't find the original one anywhere, so I just assumed you ran out this morning." Carol's heart broke at Lisa's response. She was just trying to be helpful. She's always been there for Lisa, so why should something affecting Lisa so much be any different? "Wait! You went through my stuff?!" Lisa felt a wave of betrayal. What if her mom found the note about the bracelet? Would she make the connection that she caused her marriage issues? All just because she was tired of riding the bus. "I'm not a kid anymore, Mom! You can't do that. This is my apartment." "I know, dear. I just..." Lisa, filled with anger, cut off Carol. "Just nothing! You know what, Mom!? It's been a shitty day. I'm so done. I'm going to shower and go to bed WITHOUT a pull-up." Lisa tossed the package towards her mom. "I don't need them, okay? We can chat more in the morning." Lisa turned around and entered the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. "I'm sorry," Carol whispered under her breath, tears streaming down her face. Lisa sank to the floor, with her back against the bathroom door. Her emotions finally reached their breaking point for the day. She had peed herself in front of her best friend, she peed herself at the movies for the first time in her life, and now she just yelled at her mom for trying to help. She wanted to know where it all went wrong but already knew the answer. It was the damn bracelet, and there was nothing she could do about it. Frustrated, Lise began trying to rip the thing off of her gain. It refused to budge. Only adding to her anger. She started smacking it, tears flooding down her face. "Come off, come off. Why won't you just come off?" she whispered to herself. Defeated, she let her hand fall to her side as she stared at the bathroom ceiling. Her wrist rubbed raw from her efforts to remove the cursed jewelry. Suddenly, Lisa felt her phone vibrate. Pulling it out, she saw a text from Sarah. Sarah: "Hey, no rush, but where did you put those undies I gave you? I can't find them anywhere?" "Fuck! What am I going to do? They're gone. They turned into that stupid pull-up." Lisa felt stuck. She didn't have an answer. Sarah wouldn't believe her if she told her they became a pull-up. That didn't work. She couldn't say she kept them; otherwise, why would she go home without underwear? Lisa: "Sorry, my clumsy ass managed to rip them somehow when I took them off. I ended up throwing them out. I'll get you a new pair, I promise!" "Really? That's the best you can come up with. She is never going to buy that. I'm screwed." Sarah: "Hey, no worries. Happens all the time. I honestly buy these things dirt cheap, so it happens sometimes. Don't worry about it. Have a good night." "She bought that?" Lisa: "Thanks, Sarah, for today. I promise I'll be less weird the next time we meet." Sarah: "Don't sweat it. It was still fun today." With one matter taken care of, Lisa still wanted to be frustrated at her mom. She couldn't believe her mom would do such a thing, but on the other hand, what should she expect? Her mom was just being a mom. After sitting there for a few moments, Lisa got up from the floor and went to the bathroom counter to set aside her clothes. She stripped and took a shower, hoping to wash away the day's junk. She stood in the shower for twenty to thirty minutes, enjoying the hot, steamy water washing away all her worries. Finally, she left the shower and used the toilet, happy that she got some urine out before bed. Getting dressed in her softest nightgown and comfortable underwear, Lisa left the bathroom, looking forward to a better tomorrow. Feeling guilty about the argument, Lisa went over to the couch to confront her mom. She wanted to apologize for the way she acted. But she saw her mom had her back towards her and looked sound asleep. Not wanting to make things worse for the night, Lisa opted to just chat with her again in the morning. It wasn't worth the additional stress on her mom.

Chapter 7: Routines "Where is she taking Steve?" Ashley whispered to Nick while they sat out in the playroom after finishing their snacks. She could see Elysia sitting in a rocking chair in the corner. It looked like she was reading a book. Why a mannequin felt the need to read, she had no clue. The cover of the book was just a solid color, so Ashley had no way to tell what she was reading either. Nick stared at Ashley for a moment. She could see the hesitant look on his face. It looked like he didn't want to tell her. He seemed defensive and almost aggressive. "It took him to the machine, it... helps?" Kelly spoke up. Nick shot her a dirty look; Kelly looked down at the floor as if she felt like she was in trouble for speaking up. "I don't know how or why. But it heals us. He should be safe." Kelly spoke in a confused manner. She didn't know much more than Ashley, and Steve, but she knew some stuff, and not speaking up would feel like a betrayal. They were all stuck in this situation together. The least she could do was try and help the best she could. "I'm sorry, what?" Ashley looked at Kelly, completely confused. What does she mean by a machine that heals them? Kelly looked over at Nick, who was clearly upset. He turned his face away from them, attempting to distract himself with some of the tools that were left out for them to play with. "I'm serious! There is a machine down there; it has a screen on it, and we have to stand in this weird tube thing. I don't know what it does, but coming out of that thing makes you feel amazing." Kelly scooted closer to Ashley as she started to explain the weird machine Steve was likely in. "When I got here, I had pretty bad asthma. They took my purse away, so I didn't have my inhaler. I had a bad asthma attack after being here a few days and nearly died. I couldn't breathe at all. The next thing I knew, I was in this weird tube, and I felt better. I was terrified that they did something to me." She paused as she saw Ashley's face change from complete confusion to one of intrigue. She was trying to follow along, but it all sounded weird. Kelly knew it did, and she was the one who had already experienced it. Ashley sat there listening intently. She didn't know if she should take what Kelly was saying at face value. They had only recently met, and it all sounded a little... strange. But then again, here she was, in a diaper, childish clothes, in a daycare, with giant mannequins that think they are children. Strange was an understatement, and at this point, she had no idea what was possible in this world. "Since that day, I haven't even had the slightest asthma attack." Kelly continued. "I know you don't know me, but I had that inhaler in my purse for a reason. I swear if any allergens were in the area, I'd feel my lungs tighten. Since then, nothing. Not even the slightest issue. It's... like they cured it... Which shouldn't be possible?" Kelly had a confused expression on her face. She knew there was no cure for asthma, so how has there been such a major difference? It didn't make sense. Ashley nodded her head. She wasn't sure she believed Kelly, but she also knew this place didn't play by the rules of reality. Something much bigger was going on here, and unless they found a way out soon, she knew they would need to figure out those rules. Suddenly, she heard the basement door open. Nyxara was leading Steven by the hand towards the corner of the room. It looked like he was feeling better, but it was also obvious that his diaper was still dirty. That monster took him away and didn't even clean him up. Ashley sat there frustrated; she wanted to step in but knew it would be a bad idea. She felt her heart race with anxiety for Steve. What were they going to do to him? Why was he brought out over here? Did they already punish him? Nyxara lead Steve to the corner, making him face the wall with his back towards everyone else. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, the mannequin began spanking him like a child. Ashley tried to stand up and rush over to him to help but was caught by Kelly. She looked at Ashley and simply shook her head. She knew Ashley wanted to help Steve, but doing so would only put her in danger. Ashley could hear the mannequin speak coldly towards Steve, barely making out the words."You are on time out for misbehaving earlier." Her heart sank. She was helpless to do anything. Feeling completely useless, she sat back down on the floor next to Kelly. Her feelings only worsened when she saw a small wet patch running down Steve's leg from his diaper leaking. She wanted to destroy their tormentors. But how do you kill something that isn't supposed to be living in the first place? "We have to help him!" Ashley pulled her arm away from Kelly. "We can't. All that's going to do is get us in trouble. Do you want a spanking... or worse?" Kelly looked down again at the floor as if recalling a memory from when she tried to interfere. "So what are we supposed to do then? I can't just sit here and watch him stand there in misery." "Do whatever you want. Naptime is coming up soon, anyway, so he won't be there for long. If you both were smart, you'd start listening and paying attention. Otherwise, this place will be worse than hell for you." Nick spoke up for the first time since Ashley asked where Steve was getting taken. "What do you mean! Explain, please, we need your help." Ashley scooted closer towards Nick, hoping he would open up and help them navigate this place. Unfortunately, it looked like he wasn't ready to open up yet. He just turned his back toward her again and began playing with the toys left out, trying to kill time before they could take their nap. "Nick, please!" Ashley was practically begging for answers. She tried to turn him around to face her. But he just pulled his shoulder free from her grasp and ignored her. "Kelly?" Ashley changed her focus, hoping and praying for anyone to help them. "I'm sorry Ashley, I've already said too much. Try asking Nick again after his nap, he tends to get a little cranky around this time of the day, and can be difficult." Kelly glared at Nick as she explained to Ashley the situation. Nick turned around briefly and just stuck out his young like a spoiled child. "What is with these two? I can't seem to figure them out. It's like one second they are adults, the next children. Helpful, then a royal pain in the ass," Ashley thought to herself. Nothing was making sense. "So what, I'm supposed to just sit here and stack blocks?" Ashley felt frustrated about the whole situation. "I already told you I don't care what you do. Just leave me alone. He's going to be fine, so stop being such a baby." Nick snapped back at her, wanting her to shut up and play along for once. Ashley couldn't help but blush at his remark. She wanted to fight back, but what could she do at two and a half feet tall? Not only that, but they were also being treated like babies; she had a dang diaper on for crying out loud! "I'm not a baby," Ashley whispered under her breath. She didn't want to argue anymore, but she also had to state it, even if she was the only one who heard. Kelly managed to over hear Ashley, and just gave her a reassuring smile, with a head nod before turning to play with her own toys. Ashley began looking around for something to play with. Everything seemed so childish—exactly what you'd expect to see at a daycare. Then suddenly, she spotted something from her childhood: link 'n logs. She would play for hours with these things, building all kinds of houses, shops, and other things to make a city for her and her sister to play in. She stared at them for a while, contemplating. "Should I play with them? I want to help Steve, but I can't get Nick or Kelly to help. Trying to get one of those things to help sounded like the most idiotic idea ever. So, with nothing better to do, what's the worst that could happen? It's only for a little while, right? Then he'll get cleaned up and we'll all go down for a... NAP?! Ugh! Why is this place the worst? I'm 23 years old, I don't need naps! Sure, they sound good now and then, but now's not a great time. We need to get out of here! But on the other hand... It's not like I can do anything. It's also been forever since I played with these things. I didn't know they were still getting made. I thought they were discontinued due to "safety" concerns." Ashley gave up and began to build a house and then a town with the logs, losing herself in her little construction project. She forgot how fun these things were. Maybe when they get out of this mess, she'll get a set for them back at home to play with from time to time. She could make them part of the decorations for their home. *Yawn!* Nick broke Ashley's concentration. She got so completely engrossed in the toy that she had no idea how much time had actually passed. "Sounds like someone is getting tired," the mannequin in the rocking chair said, looking up from its book. It looked at its wrist as if checking the time. "Looks like it is about that time of the day, isn't it, Nicky?" The mannequin stood up and walked over to where they were all sitting and playing. "Alright, come here, Nicky and little Kelly. Let's get you two up for your nap. Nyxara, can you please get the other two taken care of?" The mannequin asked as it picked them up. "My pleasure," the other figure replied. Steve turned around to see it approaching him. His eyes got huge. He hated the thing the moment they first saw it, but after the machine and the spanking, he feared it now, too. The thing was a true monster to him. Before he could react, the mannequin picked him up in it's arm. "Come here, Ashley. Take my hand, and we'll go upstairs," the mannequin said toward Ashley, its mechanical arm outstretched, waiting for her to grab it. Ashley didn't want to grab it. These things have been treating them terribly. Maybe now was her chance to run off and find a way to escape. "Let's go, young miss. You need to go for your nap." The mannequin became impatient and picked her up in its other arm just as she ran off like a defiant toddler. "But I'm not tired, and we aren't children. Let us go, you monster!" Ashley yelled at it, smacking it in the face. "Someone is a grouchy girl. You'll feel a lot better after your nap, I'm sure." The mannequin ignored her efforts. Steve looked at Ashley with concerned eyes. He knew he hated the punishment he got, and he didn't want Ashley to be treated the same way. Ashley, seeing Steve's eyes, decided to stop her tantrum. He has had it the worst between the two of them. Yeah, she might have peed herself, but that's nothing compared to shitting himself and then being left in it who knows how long. She at least got distracted by a childhood toy and learned more about this place.

Chapter 16: I Got Away With That? Kris was a little shocked. None of his siblings had commented about him needing to get changed, but he also didn't care. He was happily enjoying his ice cream he and his mom stopped for on their way to meet the family in the shuttle waiting area. Kris was a little confused at first, wondering why no one had any bags. Then he remembered what his mom said about him being able to change into underwear when they got to the hotel. He didn't fully understand how their bags got there but assumed that must be where they were, and that's why they had to accept that lady's help. They all got packed into the shuttle to their hotel. Kris was happy it was a bus. That meant he wouldn't need a booster seat. The ride was uneventful, it was a short drive to their hotel. As they pulled up, all of the kids couldn't help ooo and awe at the sight. They hadn't been on a family vacation before or stayed at any place that seemed this fancy. It almost felt like they were royalty. The whole place looked unreal. The kids could see different characters from some of their favorite films spread throughout the lobby of the hotel. The main lobby was so large and beautiful that they felt tears welling up in their eyes. "Are we staying here!?" Sam pulled at her mom's shirt, excited about making it to Disney World. "Yep, we are going to be here for the next week, and you are going to see your favorite princesses and characters from all of your favorite shows and movies. We do need to get checked in first, and get ready to head out, so can you stay with your big sister while daddy and I get us checked in?" Sam's eyes lit up with excitement, this was going to be the best thing ever! "Okay!" She ran off to join her siblings over in some of the lounge chairs as they each looked around the breathtaking lobby. "I bet you're excited to get out of that diaper," Tammi spoke towards Kris, keeping her voice low. "I'm sorry you went through that. It must've been a lot for you." Kris was lost for words, so he simply nodded as he blushed at his sister's remark. He felt small and exposed. He wanted to just forget about what happened, but his sister's words at least made him feel a little better. It seemed like his family was slowly starting to get the idea of how hard this had been for him. "I just want you to know, I got your back. I promise." Tammi's words were meant to be a comfort, but to Kris, it felt like an empty promise. He's heard those words a thousand times by now. Each time, it only took a matter of days, or even minutes before he found out it was just words, empty and meaningless. "Thanks." Kris knew he couldn't take her at face value; he would have to see it for himself before he could let his guard down. "Alright, kids, we got our room. Let's go." Kevin came over, holding a few key cards to access their designated room for the week. All the kids quickly stood up from their chairs and ran towards their parents, excited to see what magical place they would be staying in during this trip. Kris ran up in front of the rest, wanting to get into the room as soon as he could. He was excited to see what it would be like, as well as getting changed and showered. He wasn't sure if he'd have time to shower, but he still felt a little dirty from earlier. He hadn't noticed that Tammi was quick behind him, but not rushing past him. *** They ran into the room, throwing the door open, not waiting for their parents to enter. Normally, doing something like this would frustrate their dad, but he just smiled, seeing the joy and excitement on the kid's faces. The room was a masterpiece; every detail was themed around one of their favorite movies. They saw the theme spread throughout the carpet to the couch in the living room. It splashed in the kitchen, and they could see posters and picture frames with different artistic drawings of their favorite characters. They ran down the hall, realizing the place was way larger than they had ever imagined. Their suite had two separate bedrooms. If this was what hotels were like, then they wanted to stay at one every weekend! The kids came running back to the living room, where their parents and suitcases were. "This place is awesome!" Sam shouted in the suite. "Can we stay here forever?" Everyone giggled at Sam's question. "No, sweetie. This is just our home for the next week while we have fun at the park," Kim replied lovingly to her daughter's energy and excitement. Kevin walked over and grabbed his suitcase. "Alright, kids, you get the bedroom over there; there are two queen mattresses, so boys, you get one, and girls, you get the other. No fighting. Your mom and I are taking the other room over there." "Okay, Dad!" the kids responded, grabbing their bags and running off to check out the room they'd be sharing. The kids playfully pushed past each other, each one wanting to be the first into the room. Kyle managed to stay in the lead. He was built a little larger than the rest of the kids, making it harder for them to get past him. Swinging the door open, Kyle and the others saw the playfully decorated room. Each bed was furnished with to match the rest of their suite. Decorated in characters from the movies, with each bed having a painting hanging above the beds. "I call this one!" Kyle yelled, swinging his suitcase onto the bed by the window. He was waiting for one of them to argue, but none did. "That's fine with us; we're closer to the door," Tammi replied with a slightly mocking tone. Being closer to the door meant faster access to the shower in the morning, easier bathroom access, and the first ones in line to leave. Kris followed suit and tossed his suitcase up on the bed next to Kyle's. "I'm good either way, I'm just glad we are here." Kris began to unzip his suitcase, excited to put on underwear instead of wearing a diaper. He flew the top of it open, seeing the pack of nighttime pull-ups sitting on top. He quickly ignored it, he knew he had to wear them on the trip, but at least that was only during the night. Pushing them aside, he began to look under them for his underwear. Kyle's face turned a slight shade of red; he looked down towards the floor, avoiding eye contact with anyone, afraid they'd see right through him. His heart pounded in his chest. How is Kris going to react? How much trouble is he going to get in for this? Would his sisters hate him for being such a jerk to Kris? After all Kris had to go through? He never thought things would play out the way they did when he pulled Kris's underwear out of his suitcase. He never thought Kris would have had an accident like that on the plane, and now he was in a diaper meant for babies. Even though they had their issues, he couldn't help feeling guilty for ruining his brothers trip. Kris felt confused. Digging through his suitcase, he couldn't find a single pair of underwear. Did he forget to pack them after the argument with Kyle? He thought for a moment that maybe Kyle took them out. "Nah, he might be a jerk, but he wouldn't stoop that low. Would he?" Kris thought. "Even if he did, there's nothing I can do about it now. I have no proof, and Dad told us not to fight. All this would do is get us all in trouble and start the trip off on the wrong foot. I'll just go tell Mom, and we'll get me a new pack of underwear. She told me she had my back." Kris closed the top of his suitcase and went into the living room, leaving his siblings in the shared bedroom to unpack their things into the dressers and closets available. "He's going to go tattle on me, isn't he? That's it, this trip is now ruined for the both of us." Kyle thought as he placed his things away. Out in the living room, Kris saw his mom grabbing another suitcase for her and Dad's room. "Hey, Mom, can I chat with you for a second?" Kris approached his mom. He hoped she would be understanding about the situation. She did promise him that he could wear underwear when they got back to the hotel. "Sure, Bud! What's up?" She set the bag back down and motioned her hand towards the couch in their suite. Kyle heard Kris ask their mom for attention. Worried and confused, he peaked his head around the corner to try and listen in. Normally, if Kris was trying to get someone in trouble, he'd go to their dad. So why did he bug Mom? "I think I left my underwear at home. I can't find it in my suitcase at all. I must have forgotten them." Kris spoke softly. He didn't want to be too loud for the others to hear. He felt embarrassed for forgetting to pack one of the most important items. "Wait! He thinks he forgot them?! No way!!" Kyle felt a rush of relief flood through him. He wasn't going to get in trouble. Kris didn't know. Kyle turned around to go back to the shared room to finish packing when he saw his older sister standing behind him. "I know what you did." She told him sternly. Kyle's eyes got wide with surprise. He tried to play it cool, but he felt his heart racing. "I don't know what you're talking about." He tried to walk past her, but was caught on the arm as she grabbed him. "You took his underwear out. You're lucky, he doesn't know it was you," she whispered into his ear. Kyle just looked at her, waiting to hear what she wanted, or what she was going to do about it. He knew she had no proof, but that didn't change the fact that her telling anyone could ruin the trip and break any trust among them. "You better have his back this entire trip, if you ruin this trip for him by picking on him, I'll make sure Dad knows who exactly to blame for Kris's misery" Her tone was cold. Kyle had never seen his sister like this before. The only one who had a demeanor like this was usually their Dad. "Listen, I didn't do anything." Kyle tried to deflect, pretending to keep his cool. But Tammi wasn't having it. She pulled him in closer, her facial expression becoming one of intense intent. "Okay! Fine, I have his back. I was going to anyway." Kyle's face fell, one that looked a little guilty, his cool demur finally breaking. "After that plane accident, I feel it's the least I can do. No one should go through that at his age." "Good." She released his arm, her expression softening. "Any idea what Mom is going to do about it?" "Do about what?" Kyle still wanted to play dumb. Even if she thought she knew, he couldn't give away any signs of actually committing the "crime". "His underwear." She stated sternly, feeling tired of his act. "No idea, I didn't hear. I only heard that he forgot to pack his underwear." Even if he was acting like he didn't take Kris's underwear out, he wasn't lying either. He stopped listening after he realized he was in the clear. Kyle walked back to their shared room, leaving Tammi in the hall all by herself. She quickly followed suit to finish unpacking. All the while Kyle's heart continued to race knowing full well this trip was already on thin ice.

Hi Parkintochter! The story was originally posted on Wattpad. The name is exactly the same. This story was originally posted in 2022 I believe and sat without an update for 2 years until I picked it back up in February.

Thank you both for that feedback! I honestly had a hard time figuring out how I wanted to handle the tiers when I first got started. The solution I landed on wasn't ideal. I wasn't sure what others would think, so hearing your feedback was very helpful. I adjusted my setup to accommodate a little better. I didn't go with $5, but $7 instead. The advanced tier is for anyone who wants to help shape the server and the perks. Thank you! The original writing had the dad way worse, and I had some readers call him the devil. I realized that wasn't what I was after, so had to dial it back a little and create a deeper character for him, making him out to be what we see now. Tammi is 14 Kyle is 10 Kris is 8 Sam is 6

Hi Parkintochter! Currently I have 2 options around that. 1. There is a free week, so you can pick your favorite story if you have just 1 you care about. 2. There is the Bookworm tier on the Patreon that gets you access to all stories and future stories. I currently have four published stories that get weekly updates on Wattpad and a fifth one that will be added soon. The bookworm tier gets access to all five, plus any new ones I start. I am considering making it $5 for all stories but then having higher tiers if people want to either use the wishing channel or I've thought about creating some bots that people can interact with. I'm genuinely open to your feedback and ideas. If you have any suggestions for additional perks or features you'd like to see, please don't hesitate to share them with me. I've thought about doing editing streams, but wasn't sure if anyone would care. Personally, I think it might be boring, which is why it hasn't been added yet.

Chapter 10: Movies In the movie theater lobby, Lisa and Sarah navigated through the bustling crowd of moviegoers, the scent of buttered popcorn wafting through the air. Lisa couldn't help but feel a little self-concerned about wearing sweats out in public. She normally would wear something a touch more "professional." But at least she wasn't in a pull-up or urine-soaked underwear. This was way better than what she had been dealing with these last few days. "Two tickets for the 6:30 showing, please," Sarah told the cashier at the ticket booth. "IDs please," the clerk replied. "Really?" Sarah shot back, a little confused, while pulling open her purse for her wallet. "Yeah, the movie is rated R, and after too many underage teens sneaking in, we had to start checking all IDs. If you think this is ridiculous, you should see the look on the faces of the 50-year-olds." "I bet. It's fine. We are both over 20, anyway. Here you go." Sarah handed the man both her and Lisa's IDs. "I mean, I guess it makes sense. It is a horror movie, after all, and if the movie lives up to reviews online, I'll be a shit-your-pants experience." Lisa's eyes got wide at Sarah's words. Normally, she loved watching horror movies. It was one of her and Sarah's favorite activities to do together. They've seen hundreds of movies together, some of the cult classics at home and big box motion pictures in theaters on new release. Only, with everything going on, would this actually be a good idea? There were several times when Sarah had peed herself from the jump scares. It got to the point where she normally would wear a pad to the theater just in case. "Thanks! Will do." Sarah told the clerk as she took the tickets from him, snapping Lisa back to reality. "You okay there Lis? You look like you already saw a ghost." "Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. I just can't wait for the movie to start. What do you think? Should we get snacks?" Lisa tried to act like everything was fine, picking up her pace as they walked towards the center of the lobby. "Uh, always! Since when don't we get snacks?" Sarah gave Lisa a slight nudge with her elbow, playfully. Lisa and Sarah made their way to the concession stand, the enticing display of snacks and drinks beckoning them. As they got up to the counter to place their order, Lisa hesitated, her stomach churning with nerves as she debated whether to risk getting a large drink like she usually does. "The usual ladies?" The concession clerk, John, asked them. He was used to seeing Lisa and Sarah at the theater. They've become such regulars, that he had their normal order memorized. "You know it, Jonny!" Sarah replied, not thinking twice about it. Lisa opened her mouth to protest but noticed he had already gotten a start on their drinks. Not wanting to be a bother, she just let it be. She could manage a simple movie, right? After all, it was always Sarah who peed herself at these things. Lisa hadn't had an issue once. "You two here for the new flick?" "As if we'd be here for anything else." Sarah rolled her eyes lightly playfully as she leaned up against the concessions counter. "Fair enough. Alright, here you two are; two large drinks, a large popcorn, a salted pretzel, and nachos. Is there anything else for today?" "Nope, you nailed it yet again." "Great, and it looks like you two have enough points to cover it today." "Consider it done! Thanks, Jonny! We'll see later," Sarah said, giving the counter a light smack in a lightly dramatic way before grabbing all of their goodies and handing Lisa hers. "Sounds good, enjoy the movie!" John waved as they walked off to the theater room. "Are you okay?" Sarah asked, concern evident in her voice as she noticed Lisa's almost shy demeanor. "Oh my gosh, I totally took over there, didn't I? I just thought we'd get the normal, you know to just chill. Did you want something else we can get something else." "No. No. It's okay. The snacks are perfect. I'm gonna need a bite of that pretzel, though." Lisa didn't want to make a fuss about the soda. It was her favorite flavor, she just didn't want anything to happen. "Girl, since when don't you?" they both giggled at Sarah's reply. The previews for upcoming movie releases were still playing as they climbed up the stairs and shimmied their way to their seats. As they settled into their seats, Lisa decided she should use the bathroom before the movie started to give her the best chance at avoiding another accident today. "Give me a second; I'm going to use the bathroom real quick," Lisa told Sarah as she set down her drink and snacks in her seat beside her. The lights dimmed, and the movie began to play on the big screen just as Lisa turned around to head out of the room. "Better hurry up. It looks like it's getting ready to start." "Ugh!" Lisa rushed down the stairs as quickly as she could, frustrated by their timing. Normally, she would just choose to hold it until after the movie, but with how her bladder had been acting, not giving her any warnings until the last second was the last thing she needed today. Lisa ran around the corner to the bathroom right next to their theater room and found an open stall. She quickly pulled down her narrowed sweat pants and underwear and sat on the toilet. "This is fucking annoying!" Lisa mumbled under her breath. She stared at the bracelet around her wrist. "You have been the worst! I wish you'd just go away. I just want things to go back to normal." Lisa knew it likely wasn't going to work, but that didn't change her frustrations with it. She finally felt her bladder release the small amount of urine that had built up on the car ride over. Finished, Lisa put herself back together and headed back to her seat before too much of the movie had played. Walking into the room, it was practically pitch black in comparison to the main lobby area outside of their theater. Luckily, she had the light path she could follow to get back to her seat. "There you are," Sarah said softly as Lisa took her seat next to her friend. "Did I miss anything?" "Nah, just scenic shots." "Perfect." Lisa settled into her seat and began to get engrossed in the movie. Snacking on their snacks and sipping away at her drink without a second thought. *** The movie was about halfway over. They had already seen the monster in the movie several times, with several jump scares sending popcorn flying in the air with loud shrieks. At each one, Lisa looked over at Sarah to see if she kept her composure as they'd done many times before. She was totally engrossed in her normal friend time, forgetting everything that had happened recently. Suddenly, another jump scare! Lisa flinched at the sight. She recovered from the moment briefly afterward. Only she noticed that her groin felt warm. Shocked, she realized she was peeing herself. She didn't even feel the warning signs this time. What the heck! She sat there frozen in her seat as she felt the warmness spread towards her butt. "Oh my gosh! That one actually got me a little." Sarah leaned over to Lisa, whispering, knowing her friend usually got a kick out of it, and they'd laugh about it after the movie. Only this time, Lisa seemed distracted. "Are you good?" "Uhh yeah, I'm fine." Lisa lied to her friend. She didn't want to admit that she actually wet herself again. Not when this never happens; that would only cause Sarah to worry like her mom and push her to visit a doctor. Actually, after this accident, maybe she should. There was no warning sign. Normally, she would get that last-second warning and need to rush off, but it didn't happen this time. Why!? Was there something wrong with her? Sarah didn't want to push the subject, especially after what had happened earlier. She knew Lisa likely had an accident, but bringing it up would only make things worse. Instead, she figured she could give Lisa her jacket to tie around her waist once the movie was over. Sarah wondered if Lisa was okay, it's not normal for her to have so many close calls. Lisa didn't want to talk about her accident or get up and leave, showing off her soaked pants. She tried her best to focus on the rest of the film, hoping her pants weren't as soaked as she thought they were. She tried to focus on the film, to lose herself in the story unfolding before her, but her mind kept wandering back to the cursed bracelet and the havoc it had brought into her life. *** Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the movie ended. The credits rolling. Lisa and Sarah watched as everyone slowly started to shuffle out of the room. They both always stuck around until the end of the credits in case there were any last-minute scenes. They both just sat there awkwardly. Lisa tried to steal a glance at her sweatpants to see if there were any wet spots noticeable, but it was too dim to see anything. She felt her heart race with anxiety, worried to see what the damage was once she finally had to stand up. As the credits finished rolling, Lisa was surprised to see the theater room empty, with just a few workers down at the bottom waiting for everyone to exit so they could begin cleaning. Out of time and out of options, Lisa readied herself for the most embarrassing moment of her life. Sarah got up first and removed her jacket, claiming it "was too warm" for her. Lisa pulled out her phone and noticed there was a text from Craig. Craig: "Hey, beautiful! I can't wait for our date tomorrow night. I got a fabulous restaurant, I'm going to take you to. So wear a nice dress. 😉" Lisa felt her heart flutter, slightly distracted by Craig's text. She temporarily forgot the ordeal she was about to undergo when she left the theater. Lisa: "Hey, good looking. Sorry, I just finished up at the movies with Sarah. I'm looking forward to it. Who knows, if this place is as good as you're making it sound, I might have to pack an overnight bag. 😉" Snapping back to reality. She noticed what Sarah was trying to do, feeling suspicious. She knew Sarah wasn't actually hot. She was just trying to be a good friend. Lisa appreciated her friend's attempt to make her accident less noticeable... or at least the best they could. Lisa finally stood up. She ran her hand on her butt in a wiping motion as if to wipe something off from the seat of her pants. She was trying to see if she could feel any wet patches. Lisa's face became puzzled, as she finished standing up, wiping her butt a second time, confused. She was completely dry. She knew she had peed; she felt the stream running into her underwear. Her eyes widened suddenly. "Are you shitting me!?" she thought. She realized that her underwear had become a pull-up again. This time, it worked; what the hell? "You good, Lisa?" Sarah asked, seeing her friend asking very confused. "Um, yeah, it's nothing," Lisa didn't want to tell Sarah. Not like this, not after it failed last time. There was no way Sarah would believe her. Not with their history at the movies. "Do you want to use my jacket?" Sarah outstretched her hand with her jacket, looking down towards Lisa's waist, signifying that she knew about Lisa's accident. Lisa's face blushed at her friend's suggestion. "Thanks. But I'm good." Sarah looked confused. How could she be good? She clearly peed herself at that jump scare. Her face said it all. "Um, okay? No problem. Let me know if you change your mind, I guess." Lisa grabbed her things and started to exit the aisle. Sarah was able to get a clear view of Lisa's butt and was a little shocked to see it was completely dry. She quickly followed suit. Running up to catch up with Lisa in the lobby hallway outside of the theater room, Sarah whispered, "I'm going to hit the bathroom real quick to change my undies. I had a slight leak. Wanna join?" Lisa looked at Sarah for a moment, unsure if she should take her up or not. She didn't want to stay in a wet pull-up until she got home, but changing out of it with her friend didn't sound like a good idea either. Contemplating momentarily, Lisa decided to take Sarah up on her offer. She has already told Sarah about the bracelet and the annoying pull-ups showing up. Whether or not Sarah believed her was a completely different story. Alternatively, Lisa's mom has no idea. Cleaning up here will be a thousand times easier than at home. "Yeah, that would be great. Do you have an extra one?" Lisa blushed, saying she was getting a third pair of underwear today. "Sadly, no. But you can just go commando. Or I can give you the extra I brought for myself if that makes you uncomfortable." Lisa's heart sank. What was she going to do now? She admitted to wanting to get changed, so Sarah knew she had an accident, but she didn't have anything else to wear. Lisa hated the thought of going without underwear or, worse, taking Sarah's last pair. At least going without underwear beat the pull-up. Besides, the sweatpants were really comfortable. "No, it's okay. I can't do that." They both entered the lady's room; luckily, no one else was in there, which made sense; it was already nine at night. They each went into a stall. Lisa wasted no time in getting her pants off to remove the pull-up. As she slid it down her legs, she felt how heavy it was already. The thing was soaked! If she had gone any more, it likely would have leaked. She heard Sarah flush the toilet in the stall next to her. Lisa began to panic as she slid back up her sweatpants. She had to leave the stall before Sarah. Otherwise, Sarah would see the pull-up. Yeah, Lisa wanted Sarah to see it earlier, but that was to prove the magic. Now if Sarah saw it, she might think Lisa just put it on before they left for the movie. Lisa rushed out of the stall and started to speed walk to the trash bin. Just as she got there, Sarah exited her stall. Lisa threw the pull-up into the trash as fast as she could. But it was too late. Sarah saw the childish garment in her hand as she went to put it in the bin. Lisa quickly hid the pull-up under some of the paper towels and then went over to the sink to wash up. Sarah considered asking Lisa about it but opted to wait. She could tell Lisa wasn't ready for some playful teasing. Instead, she walked up to her and washed her hands. As they left the movie theater, Sarah led the way to her car, chatting about the movie and other random topics. Lisa tried to engage in the conversation, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't shake the embarrassment of wetting herself in the theater and having to deal with the pull-up. The thought of going home without underwear made her feel vulnerable. When they reached Sarah's car, Lisa hesitated before getting in. She glanced around, hoping her mom wouldn't be awake when she got home. The idea of facing her after another embarrassing incident was too much to bear. As Sarah started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, Lisa stared out the window, lost in thought. She couldn't believe how much her life had changed since that bracelet had appeared. What had started as a cute accessory and a joke quickly turned into a nightmare, with even the simplest of daily activities turning into opportunities for chaos and humiliation. Despite everything, Lisa felt a sense of gratitude towards Sarah. Her friend had been there for her through it all today, offering support when she needed it most. As they drove through the quiet streets towards Lisa's apartment, she knew she was lucky to have someone like Sarah in her life. When they arrived at Lisa's apartment building, Sarah parked the car and turned to Lisa. "Are you going to be okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. Lisa forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks for everything, Sarah. You're the best." Sarah smiled back and embraced Lisa. "Anytime, Lis. Just remember, I'm always here for you." ***Back at Sarah's apartment*** It was a long day. Sarah was happy she got to spend so much time with Lisa, but this had to be one of the weirdest days she ever spent with her friend. Exhausted, Sarah went into the bathroom to take a shower. She got undressed, and as she went to place her clothes in the laundry basket, she spotted Lisa's clothes from earlier. Sarah recalled how she gave Lisa a new pair of underwear after her shower. But for some reason, she can't see them here. Where did Lisa put them when she changed into that pull-up? After searching for a few minutes and coming up completely empty-handed, Sarah had given up and figured Lisa likely had enough time to calm down after her accident that she could ask. Sarah pulled out her phone and texted Lisa. Sarah: "Hey, no rush, but where did you put those undies I gave you? I can't find them anywhere?"

Chapter 6: Punishment Snack time finally came to an end. A heavy silence settled over the room, broken only by the occasional sound of chewing and the rustling of clothing as the group shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Steve's stomach hurt from all the milk he had been drinking. His fear of knowing that punishment awaited him at Nyxara's hands only made him feel worse. These things weren't human; what punishment would it deal? It seemed so terrifying that it only makes sense that its punishment would be fitting. Elysia moved quietly among them, her movements purposeful as she collected the empty plates and discarded wrappers. Despite its earlier display of sympathy, its demeanor now was one of detached efficiency, as if it were merely going through the motions of caring for children. Steve watched with a sense of resignation, knowing that he was about to face the consequences of his defiance. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread that gnawed at him, the fear of what Nyxara had in store for him. As Elysia approached him, Steve braced himself for the inevitable. He knew he had no choice but to submit to whatever punishment the other had deemed fit for him. They were way too small to be able to fight back. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry with fear as Elysia's cold gaze met his. Without a word, Elysia removed Steve from the highchair, her touch cold. She carried him across the room toward Nyxara's imposing figure. Steve's heart pounded in his chest as they approached the looming, his mind racing with fear, his stomach cramping. He couldn't tell if it was from the sense of dread he was feeling or if it was from the milk. He stole a glance at Ashley, her expression filled with worry and concern. He wished he could reassure her, to tell her that everything would be alright, but he knew it would be a lie. Nyxara's eyes narrowed as Elysia stretched out her arms, holding Steve in the air, facing his impending doom. Nyxara's gaze was cold and unforgiving. She regarded him with a sense of disdain, as if he were nothing more than a disobedient child in need of discipline. "You have disobeyed me," It's voice was cold and devoid of emotion, sending a shiver down Steve's spine. "And for that, you must be punished." Steve swallowed hard, his throat tight with fear as Nyxara reached out to take hold of him. He felt his throat tingle, and he suddenly felt extremely nauseous. *blahch* Vomit now dripped down Nyxara's front, his stomach unable to keep down the last bottle of milk he had. His eyes got huge, and he felt his pulse quicken. If they thought him throwing the bottle was worth a punishment, what would throwing up on them do? He was horrified at what the mannequin's response would be. The mannequin slowly raised its hand. Steve flinched instinctively, expecting her to smack him. But to his surprise, it simply wiped itself off. Nyxara's eyes narrowed as she regarded Steve, a hint of curiosity flickering behind her cold gaze. "It seems the little one is not feeling well," she remarked, her voice tinged with intrigue. Elysia, clean up this mess. I'll take Steven to go get better." Elysia nodded, her expression unchanged, as she set Steve down next to Nyxara, who was trying to clean herself. Steve just stood there frozen. He wasn't sure what was about to happen, but he knew if there was a chance they could get his stomach to feel better, he could get out of punishment. He would do anything to get on their good side. If that meant standing still and waiting patiently to get something to settle his stomach, so be it. Elysia left the room to get supplies and returned shortly after to clean up the vomit. Steve watched in silence, his stomach churning with nausea and fear. He couldn't believe he had thrown up on the mannequin. Nyxara turned to Steve, her gaze piercing. "Come with me," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. Steve felt a wave of apprehension wash over him as Nyxara led him toward a door at the back of the room. He had no idea where they were going, but he knew it couldn't be good. Walking towards the room, he felt like a prisoner being brought to the chair for their execution. As they descended into the basement, Steve's heart sank at the sight that greeted him. The basement was dimly lit, the air thick with dust and decay. He could see a machine in the corner, its purpose unclear but foreboding. It had a cylinder large enough to fit him or any other children sized items easily. Next to it looked like a control panel with a screen. There was an outline of a person's body on the screen. The tube had an orange-tinted window the size of a computer screen around where a person's head would be, and the door had strange electronic parts on it. There was no way to tell what this thing was or what it did; all he knew was it didn't look good. Nyxara led Steve toward the machine, her movements purposeful. Steve's fear grew with each step, his mind racing with thoughts of what awaited him. "What is that?" Steve asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Nyxara turned to him, a cold smile playing on its lips. "This, my dear, is how we ensure our little guests stay healthy," she replied, her tone sending a chill down Steve's spine. Steve's eyes widened with fear as he wondered the implications of Nyxara's words. He knew he had to find a way to escape this nightmare before it was too late. But as Nyxara gestured toward the machine, Steve knew he had no choice but to comply. "Step inside," Nyxara commanded, her voice coldly firm. Steve hesitated, his heart pounding with fear. He knew this machine was no ordinary contraption. With a heavy heart, he stepped inside, the machine closing around him with a sense of finality. As the machine whirred to life, Steve felt a surge of panic rise within him. He never thought himself to be claustrophobic before but the walls of the cylinder felt like they were closing in on him, trying to suffocate him. He tried to break free and escape from its clutches, banging his arms against the glass, but it was useless. He was trapped, powerless to resist the machine's purpose. Suddenly, he saw a mechanical arm slide up from the bottom of the door right up to his abdomen. He saw the machine light up, focusing its energy around his stomach area. Steve felt panicked and helpless to do anything. A strange sensation washed over him as the machine worked its magic. He could feel his stomach ache easing. He no long felt nauseous, and even his butt didn't feel rashy or raw from the diarrhea he had earlier. "What is this thing, and what did it just do to me?" He thought to himself. When the machine finally released him, Steve stumbled out of the machine, his mind still reeling from the experience. He felt different, changed in some fundamental way. He felt better, significantly better than he had in years. It was as if his body had been refreshed and rejuvenated, like getting a new pair of shoes and feeling how they fit perfectly for the first few weeks. "Wh-what did that thing do to me?" Steve stuttered, his voice trembling with uncertainty. Nyxara regarded him with a cold gaze, her expression unreadable. "Are you feeling better?" she asked, her tone devoid of emotion. Steve nodded slowly, still feeling a sense of unease. "Yes, but—" "Good," Nyxara interrupted, her voice cutting through his words. "Now that you're feeling better, it's time for your punishment." Steve's heart sank at the mention of punishment. He knew he had fought back but thought them making him feel better meant he was off the hook. It turns out he was wrong about that. He couldn't help but feel a sense of dread at what awaited him. He followed the mannequin as it led him back upstairs, his mind racing with fear. Once they reached the main room, Nyxara wasted no time. She guided Steve to a nearby corner of the room, her grip steady as she positioned him facing the wall. Steve's heart raced as he braced himself for what was to come, not knowing what this thing's punishment would be. It lightly touched his back and twisted his head so it was straight on the wall. It's touch sending a shiver down his spine. With a swift motion, Steve felt the first spank, its hand cold and hard, connecting with Steve's backside with a resounding smack. Steve winced at the impact. His cheeks burned red with shame as he felt his messy diaper squish against his skin uncomfortably. The spanks came fast and furious, each one landing with painful precision. Steve gritted his teeth against the sting, his cheeks flushing with humiliation. He could feel his diaper leaking slightly from all of the impacts, the dampness slowly spreading to his overalls. After what felt like an eternity, the mannequin finally stopped, leaving Steve teary-eyed. He felt his butt stinging from all of the impacts, and even though he had some extra cushioning, it didn't really help. He felt ashamed to have such a humiliating punishment take place. He originally thought he would have his bones broken or his nails ripped off, like what you see in torture integrations. No, he was treated like a child from an era where spankings were common. The mannequin regarded him with a cold look, her expression unreadable. "You are on time out for misbehaving earlier," she stated, her voice cold and emotionless. With that, Nyxara turned and left the room, leaving Steve alone in his corner of shame. He could feel the eyes of the others on him, their expressions a mix of pity and disdain. He wanted to disappear, to escape from this nightmare of humiliation and punishment. But as he stood there, his body aching and his heart heavy with shame, Steve knew that there was no escaping his fate. He was trapped in this twisted reality, at the mercy of these otherworldly beings. And until he found a way to escape, he would have to comply with whatever they had in store for them.