BabyStevie26

I'll take a look at those and went ahead and got the Kindle version of the originally story (May as well support the author). I mostly meant "born in captivity" as a figure of speech, though that can potentially be what a Little born in an amazon household ultimately counts as.

Hello, off and on lurker here. Recently I've been attracted to the Diaper Dimension stories and am about to try my first foray into the world myself.

I just got the game last night (did the midnight event) and I'm enjoying it a lot so far. I'm eager to try out online battling too, so I'm posting for discussion of the game itself as well as for any who wish Friend Codes so everyone can battle it out with one another. My info: Profile Name: Steve Friend Code: 3866-7676-5396 Hope to see everyone either here or online.

Currently, my absolute favorite anime/manga is One Piece by Eiichiro Oda. I'm a Shonen fan in general, with other series I'm interested in being Naruto, Bleach, and most recently Fairy Tail. Though I do like other genre, the occasional shojo is good, and I love slice-of-life comedies like Azumanga Daioh or Yotsuba&.

A friend just told me that tomorrow morning on a radio talk show, one of the people there will be suffering through a punishment we would probably enjoy. On the Mark & Brian Radio Program, one of the crew, Frank, has lost a bet (I think regarding football season, but I forget) and will, as a result, be required to go into a public place while wearing a diaper (under sweats) and then wet it. http://www.955klos.com/markandbrian/ The site for the show, it comes on in the West Coast at 6am, I believe, and runs to 9am, on KLOS 95.5 (at least where I am in Southern California). The link up there is the show's main site, and may have information on how/when/where else it airs.

NO FURYCHAPTER ONE "Who Really Runs a Household" BY BabyStevie26 Several hours later, Jeff sat on the sofa, watching his wife of over three years play on the living room floor in just her underwear. It might have been sexy, if "underwear" didn't actually mean "diaper" and "play" didn't actually mean "play." Somehow, Lanette (or Nettie, as she insisted on being called) had stockpiled all sorts of small childrens' toys without Jeff being any the wiser. Everything from rattles and stacking rings to those pullstring toys which teach children that cows say moo. She had done a lot of things without him being the wiser, really. She had subtly maneuvered the couple's finances and property such that, were they to divorce, she'd get just about everything no matter how it came down. Which meant that not only could he not break it off with her without being in a tight spot, he had to make sure she didn't break anything off with him. Which left him here, playing Daddy to his overgrown baby of a wife. She had first confessed it to him not long before they'd married, and he hadn't much liked the idea. She had tried without success to broach the subject again early on, when the couple had been trying out some new things. In the end Jeff had made Lanette promise to put her childish things away. Obviously, however, she still entertained herself in secret. As did he, for that matter. Eventually, Jeff and Lanette had drifted apart and were hardly ever intimate. He had not long after met Colleen. They had had quite the fling the past couple years. He thought he had been careful, be discreet. But, as he watched his wife somersault across the floor, he realized he had been up against a master. There had to be a way out of this. He was being blackmailed for crying out loud! But would anybody else see it that way? He was every bit free to leave as she was to cut him off. To make it worse, Colleen had actually been pressuring him to leave Lanette for her. Well, he had no argument on that point. But Lanette was a working woman and the big earner of the two. Jeff himself had a job, but it had been almost unnecessary by comparison until now. "Daddy?" said a tiny voice. Jeff turned away from his thoughts and looked at Lanette. "What?" "Nettie hungee." Lanette said. "You know where the kitchen is." "Daddy feed Nettie." she told him. "Oh, fine!" Jeff took Nettie's hand (she wouldn't move until he did) and sat her down on a kitchen chair. As he tried to ignore Lanette's comments to herself about getting a high chair, he poured a cup of orange juice and set it on the table. Before he could turn around to get something out of the cupboard, she picked up the cup with both hands and brought to her mouth. She tipped it too far, however, and wound up spilling the juice all over the table, her face, the floor, and her shirt. Jeff could only stare as Lanette sat there, smiling as if there was nothing wrong. "Mo' peese." she told him. "So you can just spill it?!" he asked. Lanette sighed. "There's bottles in the second cupboard to your left." she said, breaking role, "Pour some juice into one of those. Oh, and don't forget the bibs in the drawer next to the silverware. I don't plan on being a messy eater tonight, but you never know." Grumbling, Jeff did as told and poured some more juice into an oversized baby bottle and grabbed one of the equally oversize bibs (Where did she get this stuff?). When Jeff turned around to put the bib on Lanette he found her sitting where he'd left her, only while his back was turned she had taken off her shirt. "Thicky." she lisped. Jeff decided to just ignore this and bibbed her. He prepared a quick hamburger dinner and, at Lanette's insistence, cut it up for her and helped feed her. Later, Jeff did the dishes, making sure to turn the water on as high as possible so the noise would drown out Lanette's loud sucking on her bottle. As he cleaned, Jeff's mind busied itself wondering if Lanette was intentinally sucking loudly or if it was just from drinking out of a nipple. "Daddy?" Nettie said from the table. "What?" Jeff asked irritably. He turned around to see Lanette had stood up and was now doing what Jeff quickly realized was an adult sized version of the "pee-pee dance." "I gotsa go potty." she said, fidgeting back and forth. "Potty? What for? Aren't you supposed to be wearing your 'potty?'" he asked, making hand-quotes on the second potty, "You're supposed to love going in your pants, so just do it already!" The silence that followed Jeff's words told him he had made a big mistake. "Fine." she said, stopping the pee-pee dance and scowling at him, "But just remember I tried to be nice about it." Jeff watched in confusion as Lanette suddenly bent her knees and made a strange face. He listened as she strained and gave a tiny grunt of effort. It wasn't until the olfactory senses kicked in that he realized what she was actually doing. "Oh shit!" he cried out as he tried to back away and hit the kitchen counter. He watched in horror as she just stood there, hunched over and pushing. Several minutes later, she stood up straight, the back of her pants noticably larger and droopy; the front yellowed and sagging. "Daddy?" "What?" he asked miserably. "Nettie went poo-poo..." Lanette said, looking down at the floor. "I'll say you did!" Jeff said, holding his nose, "And don't just stand there pretending you're ashamed of crapping yourself!" "Okay." Lanette said, a grin on her face. She suddenly sat back on her chair at the table. She looked up and him, her expression as though she was moments away from crying. "I didn't mean to sit down and pretend!" Jeff screamed. "Daddy change." Lanette said. "Oh, no way! No way in Hell." "Daddy change." Lanette repeated, with more ice in her tone. "No." "Then Daddy can get the hell out of this apartment." Jeff considered this for a few moments. There was a way to salvage this whole thing. There had to be. If he had to put up with his wife's insanity for a little, so be it. "Fine!" he said, "I'll change you..." "Don't forget the wipes and rash cream!" Lanette called as he went into the bedroom. When Jeff came out moments later with the necessary supplies, Lanette laid down on the living room floor so he could get to work. God, this stink's horrible! Jeff thought as he kneeled down in front of Lanette. It was made several times worse when he finally fumbled the tapes off and opened the diaper. Her sitting down had spread the mess all over her rear, her front, and every other nook and cranny inside of the diaper. It was too much for Jeff. Green in the face, he covered his mouth and ran for the bathroom. When he was finished throwing up, he returned to the living room to find Lanette hadn't moved so much as a muscle. Seeing no other alternative, he sat back down in front of his wife's messy rear to try again. Lanette just lay there, as though oblivious to all around her. She spoke up only long enough to say "Wuss." I don't need this! Jeff thought as he wiped Lanette clean. He used the front part of the dirty diaper initially, as per Lanette's instructions when he went right for the wipes first. Many wipes and several instances of gagging later, Jeff had finally cleaned every last bit of her diaper area. He rubbed some of the rash ointment on a red spot Lanette told him about and rediapered her. The dirty diaper was disposed of in a diaper pail Lanette showed him in her bedroom. Jeff looked at his wife, now in her clean diaper and smiling as if that meant that all was right with the world. Jeff didn't dare ask what was next. Nothing could be worse than what he'd just endured. AUTHOR NOTES I hope you enjoyed these first bits of "No Fury." I really like this idea, as I don't think I've ever seen a diaper story where the person in diapers was the dominant one. I intend to hopefully finish this story at some point and possibly even resume by unfinished and neglected work "Bargain." Also, I'm trying to think of ideas for Lanette and Jeff's power struggle. I've got a couple, but I'm also open to suggestions. Full credit will be given to anyone whose ideas I use.

NO FURYPROLOGUE "Hell Hath..." BY BabyStevie26 "Please!" he begged, "Don't do this!" She looked at him. He was absolutely desperate. If she waited, he'd be on his knees. It was sad, really. She couldn't help thinking that the man, her husband, had reaped what he'd sown. They'd been married barely three and a half years, and he'd been sleeping with another woman for the last two. She'd been aware of it for the last one, and had spent it preparing for this moment. This confrontation. If all went as it should, things were going to be very nice for a while. "Very well. I'll delay starting proceedings." she said, the 'but' left unsaid but very clearly present. He waited. She knew he could sense what was coming and braced himself. "Jeffy, honey," she began, bending down to look into his downcast eyes, "Do you remember that thing we talked about once?" "...Yes." he muttered. "Good. Because, you see, if you don't want me to take you for all you're worth, there's a price. We have to do it as much as I like. You have to play along, and no complaining." "No way!" he said automatically. "Ah-ah-ah!" she told him, wagging a finger in his face, "Remember, you cheated on me! If you don't want to comply with my demand, you can just leave. Oh!" she said in mock concern, "But, you can't just leave, can you? Oh, sure, you could probably get some alimony, maybe. But those odds are slim, since your infidelity is the problem here. Unless you think... mmm... oh, what's her name?" "Colleen..." "Yes! That's it!" she said, pretending to just remember the name of Jeff's other woman, "Unless you think Colleen will be willing to support you. But you probably don't want to take that kind of chance with your well-being, do you?" Jeff whimpered, confirming she was, indeed, correct. "So, you have your choice. Play along with what I want, or leave and take your chances with Colleen and the big scary world out there." He stood there, his eyes looking at her with a mix of contempt, disgust, and fear. He hated what he was about to agree to. However he had little choice at the moment and he knew it. Price or no price, to keep what he could of his livlihood he had to do it. Jeff nodded. "Okay, then! Let's get started." she said happily. She looked to Jeff, "Start with the pants." With a click the button on the jeans was undone, followed by the zipper. Two reluctant hands then pulled the pants down to the ankles. He reached next for the underwear. Fingers reached into the waistband and pulled them down the legs. Jeff's wife allowed herself a giggle as the underpants were stepped out of. She went and grabbed the object necessary for the next phase and handed it to Jeff. The distaste was clear on his face. But there was nothing he could do at this point. While his wife watched and giggled, Jeff struggled to unfold what she'd given him and put it on properly. After what felt like forever for the both of them, Jeff finally managed to clumsily apply the last tape, sealing on the first of many diapers to come, and the fates of two individuals. "Not the best diapering ever." Jeff was told, "But it will do for now. I'm very happy, now! And, if you know what's good for you, I'm going to stay that way. Am I right?" "... ... Yes, Lanette..." "A-hem!" "Yes, Baby Nettie... Daddy'll take good care of you." "Yay!" Baby Nettie cheered. She danced a pirouette in celebration, loving the crinkling every motion of her now diapered bottom produced. This was going to be very nice, indeed.

Isn't that line from Violet? VIOLET: The only normal one around here is Jack-Jack and he isn't even toilet trained!

Roots/branches from the maze grab Cedric, Harry has a clear run for the cup as Cedric is grabbed, but Harry decides to save Cedric. "Thought you were gonna leave me, take the cup." HARRY: Yeah... me too. From tehre Harry decides they should just do it together.

Yeah. There were no creatures in the maze at all. The only thing that threatened the champions in the maze was the maze itself (closing itself in and rearranging itself).

Actually, the book only showed Harry's dragon test, too. Though in the book you did at least hear about what the other competitors did later. Personally I found the GoF movie kinda disappointing. It's the same problem I had with the Prisoner of Azkaban movie, it was a good movie and all, but inevitably you're going to compare it to the books and it just doesn't hold up. It's no surprise somethings were taken out or glossed over (the Dursleys, the Quidditch World Cup) or changed around (appearance of Barty Crouch Jr.). That stuff is fine. But I can't get over the feeling that too much got removed. Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, for instance, is never mentioned, and it becomes fairly big int he plot the next couple of books (well, not vital, but important). Also, Dumbledore came off as too (for lack of a better word) aggresive. Obviously, this doesn't include the one point int he story he's supposed to be aggressive (confronting Barty Crouch Jr.). This one could be biased though, I tend to picture Dumbledore as a fairly happy-go-lucky sort who acts flightier than he really is. The only times I ever remember him being truly serious are when he has to protect his students or when his ability to do so is questioned. It's just my opinion. But in the end HP movie #4 disappointed me. As for Book 7 predictions: I agree Sirius' brother (Regulus Black, btw) is likely R.A.B. and I also agree with predictions seen elswhere that Mundungus Fletcher later stole the locket from Grimmauld Place and hocked it (wouldn't it be surprisign to find it once again at Borgin and Burkes?) I also think that one of the Horcruxes will be located within Hogwarts itself. Possibly the Ravenclaw one (I'm suspicious about the tiara on that bust Harry used to mark wher ehe hid the Half-Blood Prince book). We know Voldemort returned to Hogwarts, hoping for a position for Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. That Dumbledore presumed that was to find another Horcrux worthy object, but he was turned away before given time to search the school. However, to hide one wouldn't take much time at all, particularly if you alredy knew where you wanted to put it. I also think that Snape will be Harry's final challenge before Voldemort himself. If he cant' beat Snape (arguably one of the strongest Death Eaters besides Voldemort himself) then he'll have no shot against Voldemort.

CHAPTER 1: Happy Homes CHAPTER 2: Taste of the Good Life BARGAIN BY BabyStevie26 CHAPTER THREE: First Morning What time it was when I woke up I had no clue. All I knew was there was sunlight coming in from a window next to the crib. Even worse, it was shining right in my face. Can't sleep with that happening. So I woke up with no clue what time it was, knowing only that there was sunlight in my face. I sat up and was momentarily confused by my surroundings. Hardly surprising, a huge crib is not the most usual place to wake up after a peaceful night's sleep. It was peaceful too, the best sleep I'd had in a while. The moment of confusion quickly passed as I remembered the previous night. I saw the bottle I'd been drinking beside me and picked it up. The milk was hardly drinkable now and I wasn't even going to consider trying. I made a mental note to ask for water next time. Then I'd have something to drink when I woke up. I sat around the crib and looked at the stuffed animals. Out of boredom I picked one up and started making it dance around cutely. I even hummed a little tune as I did. This occupied me until my body gave me signals for those little things you have to do first thing in the morning. I knew this was coming, but I hadn't completely readied myself for it (It may not be noticeable, but foresight isn't my greatest strength). It took a little mental preparation to even make myself start having to go. It helped when I got myself hunched over in a bit of a squat position. The flow came out little by little. Years of toilet training did not break easy, after all. After a while of on-again off-again it started to come out more easily. Soon I had my diaper good and flooded. I could feel it just sagging from my hips as I sat there hunched over. I realized when I sat down that I had over-done it, though. As soon as my butt hit the mattress I felt something wet come into contact with my leg. Looking down, the diaper had leaked onto the crib mattress and blankets. I was more than just a little embarrassed. I not only had just wet myself for the first time in over a decade but I really wet myself. I began to cry a bit. I'm not completely sure but I think I began sobbing too because not long after I started Mommy walked in looking very concerned. "Hey, there, Cady, what's wrong?" She asked as she reached through the crib bars and brushed her hand across my cheek. I could only point to my leaking diaper with a very big blush all across my face. Mommy didn't seem the least bit surprised or angry though. "Flooded it all at once, didn't you?" she asked. I nodded, slightly surprised she knew that. "Daddy and I experimented with this first before deciding on getting a third party to try it." she explained, noticing my surprise, "We learned that it's usually best to wet just a little at a time. Do it all at once and, well..." she looked down at the wet spot under my butt, "We'll make sure to use thicker diapers at nighttime from now on, just in case, so this is less likely to happen again." With that, Mommy opened the crib so I could get out. Unlike a true baby crib, where the bars would be slid down for the parent to lift out their child, this one was set up for the bars to slide up and hook into locking points on the ceiling. From there, Mommy kneeled down to help me out. It was hard, I was moving very slow as I didn't want my diaper leaking even more than it had. I walked over to the changing table and, with Mommy's help, managed to lay down carefully enough that nothing else came out of my pants and soak the table too. I had to admit, having my diaper removed was quite a bit more embarrassing than it was having it put on. I blushed a bit as Mommy opened up the wet diaper and got to work. She gave me a reassuring smile as she began to wipe me down. My face became redder as I felt the cold baby wipe cleaning up my most private areas. After what felt like forever Mommy finished and re-diapered me after a rather liberal sprinkling of baby powder onto my body. When that was finished, she helped me up to my feet and smiled. I smiled back, my face nearly entirely red. Without a word, Mommy took my hand and led me out into the dining room. There I saw that, during the night, Mommy and Daddy had put up a high chair. Not surprisingly, it was huge. Big enough for an adult to sit in with minimal discomfort. Mommy helped me into it. After strapping me in I saw her put a huge tray in place. By that point I was waiting for the bib but it didn't come. Instead, Daddy put some papers down in front of me. I looked at them for a moment before I realized what I was seeing. "Power of attorney?!" I asked in surprise. I was further surprised when I suddenly had a pacifier stuck in my mouth. Daddy, still holding it in his hand as it rested in my mouth, pulled it out after a moment. "That was just to remind you of the rules, Cady." he explained. I nodded sheepishly and gave an embarrassed "Sowwy." in the most babyish voice I could manage. "However, right now we're giving you permission to speak like an adult. We have important matters to discuss and we need you to be a grown up for a few moments more before your new childhood begins." "Okay." I replied. Daddy went on to explain the necessity of the Power of Attorney and other forms. "This will allow us to put a sum of five thousand dollars into a savings account in your name." My mouth dropped. Five thousand?! Granted, it wouldn't make me rich (not like these people obviously were). On the other hand, I'd be way better off than I was twenty four hours ago. That was enough money to find a small place to stay and get my act together. "That money will build interest, so when your month is done the amount should be slightly more than that." Even if slightly was just another buck, I couldn't deny that was a good deal. "Obviously, the money is only yours if you last the full month." Well duh! I knew better than to say out loud. "You're free to end this at any time, but you don't get any payment unless you follow through for a full thirty days." "That's why there's a contract in here too, huh?" I asked, holding up another paper. "Exactly." So I looked over the forms. Most of it was just legalese versions of all the stuff we'd talked about the previous night. I scanned it thoroughly, making sure I wasn't getting into some weird(er) arrangement that I wasn't aware of. The contract stated that I agreed to perform a specified service, which was not specified on the form itself, for a total of thirty days. The power of attorney put control of all the money I would be paid, as well as other manners into the hands of Mommy and Daddy. I could only assume that they wanted to make as sure as possible that I followed through on my end. And I had to admit that knowing that money was sitting there for me to claim next month made that high chair a lot more comfortable than it had been when I'd first sat down. After reading through and clarifying everything, I signed all the forms I needed to sign then. There were a few that had to be done in front of a Notary Public, but that would be held off for the weekend, Mommy told me. No biggie, I was bound to the deal now so the last bits of paperwork were mere formalities. With the business taken care of, Mommy picked up a big bib and tied around my neck. I immediately noticed the "Mommy's Big Boy" stitched into the front of it. "We'll get you one of your own soon enough, sweetie." Mommy said, noticing me staring at it. "'Kay." I told her as I looked at the upside-down words. Daddy brought over a bowl of oatmeal, which Mommy began to spoon feed me. The bib wasn't too necessary, though some of the food did spill out, as I wasn't used to being spoon-fed. When all was the food was gone my face was wiped clean and I was let out of the chair. My new parents scooted me off to the living room to play. I went in to find a blanket had been spread out and baby toys put onto it. Logically figuring this was where I was going to play, I plopped myself down and got to it. Took a while to get into, really. I had very few toys to play with at all growing up. There were some dolls, but with Mommy and Daddy close by, going about what I assumed was their regular routine, I felt self-conscious about playing with them. I contented myself with some blocks and other more simple toys. As I absent-mindedly stacked blocks and built little buildings with them my bladder gave me that feeling that I had to go. My self-consciousness increased several fold as I prepared to wet myself again, this time in the presence of my Mommy and Daddy. Remembering Mommy's advice earlier, I wet mostly with the on-again off-again I'd had the first time but this time withheld from a full out flood. As I did my business, I got a little something extra. As I peed, I let out a small bit of gas from my other end. I blushed, as it wasn't exactly quiet, and also because I knew what it meant. "Mommy!" I called out. I must've sounded distressed, because she came in a rush. "Yes, Cady." "Um... well..." I stammered, remembering my rules and trying to think of the most babyish way to say what I had to do, God this was embarrassing... "Gots go poo-poo!" I finally sputtered out. At that moment I think the warmth from my blushing replaced the need for central heating... Mommy took a moment to realize what I meant. I guess she was still getting used to this, too. "Okay, sweetie, let's get you to the potty." Mommy took me by the hand and led me back to the bathroom I had been bathed in the previous night. To my slight relief, there wasn't a baby potty to use in here. Instead, Mommy took off my diaper (making me blush with a comment about how wet it was already) and sat me down to do my thing. It was weird, since Mommy didn't leave the bathroom while I went. I wasn't surprised though, since I was supposed to be a baby. Soon as I was done Mommy wiped me down and took me back to the nursery for a new diaper. As she taped me up, Mommy mentioned that it was time for a nap. "But we just had breakfast!" I complained. Mommy answered with a pacifier to my mouth. "That was a few hours ago, hon." Were it not for the paci, I'd've exclaimed a loud what. As it was, I managed to squeak out a "Mmph?!" Mommy pointed to a clock on the wall and I realized that, indeed, I had been playing in the living room for a lot longer than I'd realized. How in the world had I not noticed? I didn't resist as Mommy put my into the crib once again and lowered the bars from the ceiling. She removed the pacifier and handed me a bottle before leaving the room, promising to come back in an hour or so. I wasn't tired, so I simply sucked on the bottle a bit. The bottle had warm milk in it again, presumably to help me actually nap. I wasn't very tired, to be honest. My mind was still on the passage of time I'd missed. There was only one explanation I could think of. They say "time flies when you're having fun." I wondered if I'd been having more fun with those baby toys than I'd realized. But that alone didn't seem to fit. As the milk did its thing and I began gradually drifting off, I began to realize another fact I hadn't noticed before now. This was probably the very first day, in my entire life, where I hadn't had to do a single damn thing. For as long as I could remember, every day before now had been filled with work of some kind. Housework, schoolwork, money work. I was usually fulfilling some responsibility or another before I'd even had breakfast. Yet here it was near midday and the only responsibility I'd had to really worry about was not pooping myself! And even then I didn't actually have to! While obviously not thrilled with the idea, Mommy and Daddy had said during breakfast I could use my diapers for everything if I wished. At that moment, I realized a very important fact. This morning was one of the few, if not first times that the only thing I had to concern myself with was what I wanted to do. My bottle fell from my mouth and rolled into the railing as I fell into the most pleasant sleep I'd had in a long time. BARGAIN CHAPTER FOUR: B.Y.O.D.C. The next week or so just flew by. With my little epiphany from the first morning still on my mind, I'd begun to actually enjoy being a big baby. I told Mommy and Daddy about what I'd come to understand and they seemed happy. And why not? Their investment (me) was already getting results. In the time since that first day, the three of us settled into a bit of a routine. I'd wake up whenever I woke up, and as soon as I did Mommy or Daddy would come in, change my diaper (which would be plenty wet by the time I got around to calling them), then take me down for breakfast. From there, I'd play until nap time. Somewhere in that area of time I'd have to poop, but I always did that in the toilet. I had no wish to use my diapers for it if I could avoid it. After my nap, I'd play more and probably go run errands with Mommy such as the store for dinner. Sometimes Mommy would let me help her make food. But it was always easy tasks even a toddler (such as myself) could perform. Every meal was in the high chair with a bib and featured me being fed my food or eating just finger size bits. After dinner, my face would get washed, and the rest of me if a bath was warranted. Then I was put into jammies for bed (I'd grown particularly fond of a cute red sleeper) and set down into my crib for the night. Mommy and Daddy's personal routines were largely unaffected, save for sometimes involving me. Daddy would do a lot of work in his study. I made a mental note I knew I wouldn't remember to find out what he did for a living. He had a nice home, and could afford to pay a girl five grand to spend a month wetting herself. So he had to have something lucrative. Usually Mommy handled most of my care, though if she wasn't around, Daddy would see to checking and changing my diapers. I got used to it, but at first it was weird having a man change my diapers. Even more so than it was having a woman do it. Mommy and Daddy did more than just feed me and keep my pants dry, though. Sometimes Daddy would even sit down on the floor and play with me. By the third day I'd gotten far into my role as big baby. I baby talked almost as naturally as I adult spoke (which I rarely did nowadays). So baby play came easily to me. I'd play little kid games like Candy Land and such, and sometimes Daddy'd even do the ol' "This Little Piggy" song, running his fingers up my leg and tickling me silly when he got to the last little piggy going wee wee wee all the way home. Mommy would read me stories from various kids' books. I was too big to sit on her lap, but often I'd lie on the couch and rest just my head there instead. There were a couple of punishments here and there. One day I refused to let Daddy dress me in a really awful looking outfit, so he simply didn't bother to dress me. I spent that whole day naked save my diaper and a bib at meals. I think Daddy was as embarrassed as I was. Baby or not, I was still a average-developed nineteen year old girl sitting around his home in just her underwear (such as it was). It was obvious he was trying not to look at me that way, but every time we locked eyes he blushed and turned away. I didn't leave the house much, unless Mommy wanted to go to the store or something and Daddy was still working. Then I was expected to tag along. Outside of the house, I was dressed normally and was allowed to speak as an adult. The only really babyish clothing on me outside the house was my diaper, hidden under my clothes. To neighbors who saw me, I was just a cousin or niece or whatever visiting for a month. To any who noticed and asked about my diapers, they just got told I was incontinent and had no bladder control. Ergo, diapers. A simple lie, but effective, as nobody questioned it much after that. On my eighth day at my new home, however, the usual routine took a turn. At first, it was the usual. Wake up, wet my diaper, call for a change, then breakfast. After breakfast was when it began. I had felt the urge to make a poopy, and got myself put onto the pot. But nothing happened. I pushed and tried but all that happened was a little bit of pee. Nobody was very happy at that, as we all knew what it meant. The rule laid down on my very first night stated that, if I don't make a poo-poo when I say I have to, even if it isn't on purpose, then I'm barred from using the toilet again for the next twenty-four hours. Meaning that if the need to poop came again before this time tomorrow, I was stuck making a mess in my diaper. I didn't like that, as a messy diaper was almost guaranteed (I knew I couldn't have avoided it the whole month...). Mommy and Daddy didn't like it, either, as it would likely be one of them who cleaned up the inevitable. That put us in a funk for a while, until the mail came. Some packages had come in. Mommy was happy upon seeing them. During the past week she'd taken my measurements and clothes she had ordered using them had just come in. That brought the two of us out of our apprehensive mood, as we began sifting our way through the packages to try on what we could. Among them were cute baby style dresses (some of which were WAY to ruffley for my taste, but Mommy liked them). I tried a few of them and modeled them for Mommy and Daddy until nap time, when Mommy put me in a new pink onesie for bed. Upon waking up, I experienced my first diaper change involving Mommy having to unsnap the onesie to get to me. When the job got finished, Mommy snapped me back up before pulling out a pair of denim overalls. I groaned. I've always hated overalls, ever since I was little. But I didn't feel like spending the rest of the day naked (again), so I didn't resist as Mommy put them on over my onesie. To the untrained eye, I was simply wearing a cute pink t-shirt underneath. I thought that was all until Mommy began putting socks and shoes on me. "Go bye-bye?" I asked. "Yes, sweetheart." Mommy replied, Daddy came into the nursery and explained so Mommy could concentrate on my shoes. She was having trouble since I was playfully kicking my feet to give her a hard time. "Neighbors across the street are having a little block party. Everyone's invited, including us. "Yummy! Ba-ba-Kew!" I squealed. Part of me still cringed at how childish I sounded when I spoke that way. But the other part, silly as it sounded, actually enjoyed it. When I was ready Daddy played with me so Mommy could finish getting ready. Then we were off. I'd met some of the neighbors already, so my initial moments at the little gathering were spent getting introduced to the people I hadn't seen yet. I got along fairly well for the most part. One person happened to hear my diaper crinkling, I think, but she didn't say anything. She did cast me a few odd looks though. The first hour was spent in good spirits. Nothing of particular importance happened, save for getting a way overcooked burger... or maybe it was a lump of charcoal someone accidentally put between two buns. Either way, it was inedible. I wolfed down the edible burgers and was actually on my third when it hit me. That feeling I had known was coming. That I had forgotten about during my little fashion show. That I was doomed to suffer from until I either home or couldn't take it anymore. My bowels were cramping. I had to poop. And if I couldn't get home in time I was going to make a messy diaper right in front of every person in attendance. NEXT CHAPTER

Um, do you mean animal or anime?

There's actual a man in a diaper that can be seen in the PSP game "Grand Theft Auto: Liberty City Stories." It's your (approximately) sixth mission in the game, and the first you do for your main character's mother, Ma Cipriani. It's called Snappy Dresser. In it, you're following a person Ma's interested in ato see if he's okay. You wish to discredit him immensely, so your mission becomes to catch the guy in a compromising position. That compromising position just happens to be in a bonnet & diaper chasing around prostitutes.

How're they back? Wasn't there some new law that made them go off or are they okay on that now?

I like the idea of meeting with other diaper wearers for daddy/mommy/baby type stuff. But it's also nice to find diaper wearers you can just chat about normal stuff with too. Right now the AB/DL I talk to most is someone i met through Aby.com and, really, we rarely talk about diaper stuff but more about a mutual interest we have in anime.

I tend to picture myself as a toddler. 2-3 years of age with little-to-no potty skill.

From a webcomic called El Goonish Shive I like: "The true moral of the Battle of Trenton is if you party too hardy, George Washington will kick your ass." From aonther webcomic, Bruno the Bandit: "Yea, Though I Walk Through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I Will Fear No.....WHAT'S THAT?!!"

I always wanted to wear again. Though I didn't get the chance to actually do so til I was about 18. However, I voted on 19-2-something so that there was no question that it wast he latter half of that 15-18 range.

I dunno myself. Personally, I find it fun to fantasize about being 24/7, but I highly doubt I'd ever be able to actually do it.

I'm ahuge anime and manga fan. some of my favorites include One Piece (very good desipte its dub), Azumanga Daioh (cute + funny = ULTIMATE COMBO!!!), and Naruto. Oh, and The Irresponsible Captain Tylor is one of my all-time favorites. It' cool to see someoen else who likes it.

DISCLAIMER: The main characters of the story are fourteen years of age. Nothing sexual happens between them or anybody else, but all the same I think it fair to offer a heads-up just in case anyone feels it's not their thing or they prefer to avoid such stories. Also, if it a moderator decides to delete it or anything for that reason, I won't complain. TRADING SPACES BY BABY STEVIE 26 A new PC game was becoming very popular. The game was called World Simulator. Using it, you could create your own little world and watch it unfold before you, changing and affecting details when you like. You could even submit your world online and let people explore it. Kaya sat at her computer, playing it. It wasn't a school night, so the fourteen year old could spend as much time as she liked playing. Which was fortunate, because actually creating a world was actually extremely detailed. It asked all kinds of questions. Whether your world was stable or essentially collapsed on itself depended largely on how you answered these questions. Some were fairly basic, how many days would her world have in a year? How many seasons (the game had more than the real life four)? What species were the people (for the furry and sci-fi crowds, Kaya supposed). What was your preferred starting population? Other questions were very specific and required some thought. What age did people live to? How long were children required to attend schools? What was the most commonly found hair and eye color among people? Kaya laughed out loud when she came across a question that actually asked what age children were toilet trained at. Kaya couldn't stop herself when she saw that the choices went as high as "never." She set the age to eighteen. It was too hilarious to think that her eighteen year old jerk of a brother, if he lived in that world, would be wetting and soiling himself like a baby. Needing mommy and daddy's help to reach the potty like a big boy. The instruction book that was included with the game suggested that first-timers make a world very close to the real one to more easily understand the various functions of the game. But, it's just a game, one change isn't going to be a big problem. Kaya yawned wide. She looked at her clock and saw it was nearly 11:30 P.M. Wow, she thought, I was up late. She usually got tired and went to bed around 10:30 at the latest. Ah well, best hit the sack, then. She thought with another yawn. She saved her progress and staggered a bit over to her bed. Falling more than laying down on top of the covers. In the last few moments before sleep took over, she giggled at a sudden realization. If I lived in that world, I'd have to wear diapers, too. With that, she drifted off to sleep. * * * * * When Kaya woke up the next morning, the clock read about 9:00 A.M. She was a bit alarmed (pun intended) but calmed down quickly enough when she realized it was Saturday. No school for her to worry about. She sat up and felt something extremely odd. She pulled back her covers and looked at herself. She seemed the same. Same shoulder length brown hair. Same pastel pink t-shirt and shorts. Same bare feet. Same diaper. Same cozy blanket on her bed. Wait... what? Same diaper? She stood up and pushed her shorts down a bit. Her eyes widened a bit in surprise when she saw it. Underneath her pink shorts was a diaper! Not only that, but it was almost entirely yellow in the front. She had wet herself in her sleep! She lowered her hand and touched it. It was a disposable, smooth with white (at one time) plastic in the front. It was fairly thick between her legs too. Clearly meant to last throughout the course of a full night. The diaper's inside felt damp and clammy next to her skin. She had obviously put it to good use. But since when was she a bed wetter? Why in the world am I wearing this thing?! She thought frantically as she looked around her room, suddenly wondering what else was different. For the most part everything was exactly the same as it had been last night when she went to bed. The only real major difference she had noticed was a changing table by one of the walls next to her computer desk. She pulled her shorts up and walked, more waddled really, over to examine it. It was more than long enough to suit her body. The table's legs seemed to have an adjustable height, suggesting that the table had been around for a long time and lowered so that whoever changed the diapers could more easily do so for an older child. Like me... Kaya thought to herself. There was a drawer built into the change table which, upon inspection, was revealed to have a large supply of both cloth and disposable diapers and plastic panties to go with them. The panties seemed to range from plain white to cute little cartoon and flower designs, not too different from the big-girl panties she had remembered wearing just last night. Unfortunately, before she could explore any further, her bedroom door opened to reveal her mother walking in. "Good morning, sweetie." she said as she walked over to her daughter. She didn't even seem to care that her daughter was very obviously diapered, wet, and bending over a gigantic changing table. Instead, she gave Kaya a good morning kiss on the forehead and laid the girl down on top of the changing table. Kaya, unsure of just what to do here, didn't resist as her mother pulled down her pink shorts to expose her soaked diaper. Kaya's mom removed and threw away the wet diaper, then proceeded to wipe her daughter clean using some unusually large baby wipes in a box on the corner of the table. For some odd reason, Kaya didn't feel as horribly embarrassed as she would have expected to be while lying half naked on a table while her mother wiped Kaya's lower body clean. "So, Kaya, what would you like to start out with today?" she asked. "Huh?" Kaya asked in confusion. "Would you like to start today with a disposable or a cloth diaper?" "Umm... disposable." she answered with a slight blush. "Oh, yes." Kaya's mother answered with a smile, "You usually do prefer those when you're out, don't you?" Kaya suddenly remembered. She had made plans to go to the mall with her friends Cindy and Jonathan. How would they react to her showing up in a diaper? "Okay, now." Kaya's mother continued, "Do you want a thick diaper or a thin one?" Wow, Kaya thought, who knew there was so much to putting on a diaper? "Thin." Kaya answered. She didn't want her diapers obvious to anybody. "Are you sure?" her mother asked, "I'd think thick would be better. You won't have to worry about getting changed as often." "No, thin are fine." Kaya insisted. "Well, all right." Kaya's mom pulled a fairly thin disposable diaper out of one of the drawer's in the table's lower section and unfolded it. She had Kaya lift her bottom up as she slid the diaper under. As Kaya sat up to get off the table, her mother told her she'd be downstairs making breakfast. "It should be all done by the time you're dressed." Kaya thought this a little odd. She had assumed that, since her mother had changed her, she was also going to dress her. Instead, she had left, leaving Kaya in her pastel pink t-shirt and new diaper. When Kaya got off the table she noticed a big difference in how this diaper felt compared to the one her mother had just removed. The biggest difference to Kaya is that it allowed easier movement. Her walk was more of a walk and less of a waddle as she went to her dresser to pick out clothes. Out of curiosity, she started with her underwear drawer and found only socks and training bras inside. Not a pair of panties to be found. The other drawers contained her other clothes. Most of her wardrobe was just as it was last night. If there was any significant difference, it was the presence of extra space in the backs of most of her pants, as well as what looked like snap-buttons along the inner legs of most of them. She chose a pair of black jeans to wear. They had the backside space to hide her diaper, and the snap-crotch was hard to see. She picked a random t-shirt to replace her nightshirt. She stepped out of her bedroom, heading to the bathroom to do her hair, when she saw something quite surprising. Her older brother and father were walking out of the bathroom. Her brother, Luke, seemed angry about something. Though, to Kaya's eyes, that was nothing new. He always had a stick up his backside over something. He was buttoning up his pants, under which there appeared to be a pair of plastic panties. With a grunt in her direction he trudged down the stairs towards the kitchen for breakfast. "Um... Daddy... why's he so upset?" Kaya asked. "Oh, it's nothing serious." her father explained, "Today was his first day of toilet training. I told him not to expect results right away. But he's just a bit peeved nothing at all happened even though he sat on the pot for almost five minutes." "So... he's upset because he didn't use the potty?" she asked, failing to suppress a giggle. Her father laid a hand on her shoulder. "Now, listen young lady. I don't want you making fun of him at all. Understood? It's only four short years before you're the one sitting on that toilet for the first time. You sure won't want someone making fun of you just because you can't master it right away." As Kaya went into the bathroom she contemplated what she had just witnessed. Her eighteen year old jerk of a brother was only just now being potty trained? She wasn't expected to use a toilet for another four years? This was sounding familiar. But she was having trouble at the moment figuring out exactly why. Kaya was further confused during breakfast. This whole diaper/potty training thing had almost had her thinking she and her brother would be treated like toddlers. But, just like when her mother had left her to dress herself, things went almost exactly as normal. If not for the fact that she and Luke were both wearing diapers it would be just like every other Saturday morning. Homemade breakfast, discussions of the days' plans. Diapers didn't even come up until her mother mentioned to her children that they should both remember to make sure their diaper bags were fully packed. Kaya went up to her room after breakfast and did just that. She checked her bag, which was a small duffle-looking bag under her changing table. Inside were several extra diapers, as well as wipes, lotion, etc. Everything a girl on the go would need if she were to wet herself out in public. Kaya pretty much figured her mom would make sure she took this with her. She was just entering the living room to wait for her friends when a sudden sensation hit her. Without any warning at all, Kaya felt a warmth down below. She froze in place, unsure of what she was experiencing. When she recognized wetness as one of the sensations, she realized just what was happening. She was peeing! She was standing there, peeing in her pants, and was only just then becoming aware of it. She didn't move until she felt her bladder had stopped. She took a couple of steps, and noticed immediately the diaper was a bit thicker between her legs. Not surprising, since there was a bit more there than there had been barely 30 seconds ago. Before she could figure out what to do about this latest development her father had come to her. "Need a change, hon?" "What?" She asked in surprise. How did he know? Kaya's father had seen his little girl stop in her tracks and get a far off look in her eyes. A sure sign his daughter needed a dry diaper. "You must've been changed when you mom got you up." he said, "But she's always forgetting apple juice goes right through you." He laughed as he led Kaya to the center of the living room floor and laid her down on the carpet. With surprising dexterity he undid the snaps on her pant legs and opened them up, exposing her newly wet diaper. For the second time in about an hour and a half, fourteen year old Kaya allowed one of her parents to change her diaper. She was more embarrassed with her father doing it than her mother. Probably because her mom was at least another girl. Her embarrassment was amplified when her father commented on how thin her diaper was. "You really shouldn't wear something like this when you're going out." he told her as he grabbed Kaya's diaper bag and pulled out a much thicker diaper. "Mom said it was okay." Kaya explained. "Well, when your mom changes you, she can do what she wants. I'm changing you right now and I say you're wearing a better diaper." With that he wiped and powdered Kaya, then put a new, thicker diaper on her. He proceeded next to close the snaps on her pant legs. "There," her dad said as he helped Kaya to her feet, “You shouldn't need another change for a while." Kaya was actually grateful for that. The extra padding around her butt seemed a small price to pay to avoid going through having people see her naked any more than absolutely necessary. She found her walk had more of a waddle than it had with the thin diaper. But again, small price to pay. Kaya's friends were due any minute now, but Kaya wondered what to do to pass the time until then. Read a book, watch TV, play a game... Game... That's it! Kaya suddenly remembered. The familiar sensation about seeing her brother potty training. It was from her game! Everything about the day was exactly like it usually was. Except the diapers! Kaya's diapers and everything involved with them (changing tables, plastic panties, and such) were the only things different in her daily routine! Kaya didn't understand how, but that one minor change she made in her game world had affected the real world. Everyone under the age of eighteen years was diapered. Those at age eighteen were learning to use the toilet for the first time. She started a mad dash to her bedroom when the doorbell rang. Dangit! Not now! Her friends had just arrived. She couldn't do anything now. After all, you can't just say "Sorry, guys, I can't go out with you today because I've got to go play a video game so we can all get out of diapers!" With a sigh, she went and answered the door. What the heck? Kaya thought to herself, I'm a little curious about this world anyway. This is a good chance to check it out before I set things right. On the other side of the door, her two closest friends since Elementary school, Cindy and Jonathan, waited. Kaya had spent most of her time up to now worrying how her friends would react to her being in diapers. She hadn't once given any thought to how they would look in them. To her surprise they weren't all that different. Cindy stood at the door wearing a light blue blouse and matching skirt. Kaya caught a glimpse of what looked like a pair of matching plastic panties as well under the skirt. She was clearly well diapered in case of accident. In Jonathan's case, Kaya saw little difference. Perhaps a little extra padding around that area of his jeans. But outside of that and the leg snaps, the only indication he was diapered was a bit of a disposable peeking out from the waistband of his pants. Out at the curb Kaya saw a car, inside of which Jonathan's mother waiting for them. "You ready t'go, Kaya?" Cindy asked. "Y-yeah. Sure." Kaya was about to step outside when she suddenly remembered, "I gotta go get my bag." She ran to where her father had left the diaper bag after her diaper change. She grabbed it but was stopped by her mother before leaving. She gave Kaya several dollar bills. She said it was "tip money." Though Kaya had no clue what that was supposed to mean. She just shrugged it off and headed outside with her friends. They loaded themselves into Jonathan's mom's car and headed to the mall for a day of shopping and whatever else came along. * * * * * The kids watched Jonathan's mom drive off. She had told them to meet her outside to go home in exactly three hours. The kids complained (after she left) that that was nowhere near enough time. But that's just how it went at times. The trio walked into the mall, each carrying a small duffel-slash-diaper bag. There were a lot of kids there today (it being Saturday and all). Now that she thought she knew what was happening, Kaya wasn't at all surprised to see that each and every one of them, boy, girl, toddler & teen, was diapered. Many more of them were also accompanied by parents than Kaya was used to seeing. She supposed that, because of the diapers, children were more dependent on a parent to change them if necessary. Which made Kaya wonder, what would happen when her or one of the others needed changing? They had diaper bags, were they going to change themselves? Kaya suddenly had an unsettling thought, would the three kids be required to change each other? She didn't think she could take Jonathan changing her. Nor did she think she could take having to change him. She had never seen a boy in that position, nor did she want one to see her that way. Even if it was someone like Jonathan, one of her best friends since kindergarten. Kaya hoped she was wrong on this one. Fortunately, the subject didn't come up for quite a while. In the meantime, Cindy and Kaya talked about the latest fashions. Jonathan hung back behind them, not interested in the "girl talk." Just like with breakfast that morning, everything they did was almost exactly the same aside from the diapers. The only real differences were because of them. Part of the conversation got into the ongoing fashion controversy, exposed or hidden? It had become a recent fad to wear clothing that hid a person's diapers. Kaya had to admit as she looked around at some of the teenagers in the mall, both boys and girls, if she didn't know otherwise she'd think they weren't wearing any diapers at all. On the other hand, some thought it looked cute to make their diapers obvious to anybody who glanced in their general direction. Thinking about it, Kaya decided Cindy had taken the more exhibitionist route. Her skirt was fairly short, making the cloth diapers and plastic pants underneath more visible than a slightly longer skirt would do. Jonathan seemed to have no opinion either way. He wore diapers, and he wore clothes over them. Nothing special intended. Kaya decided she liked the "Hidden" look herself. The friends traversed the mall, visiting clothing stores, book stores, and the like. After an hour and half, they went to the food court to grab lunch. On the way they talked about the various purchases their allowances afforded them. Jonathan went on a bit about some comics and a movie he bought. Cindy got herself a new book from a series she liked as well as some new outfits. Kaya had found a nice, inexpensive necklace in a jewelry store. Kaya was in for a shock when she got her food and sat down. When her bottom landed in the chair she felt a cold squishy feeling on her butt. She hadn't been in diapers even half a day but somehow she instinctively knew that she was soaking wet. When had she peed herself? She didn't even remember any feeling that she had to pee at all the entire day. Apparently her face showed some of her surprise because Jonathan asked if anything was the matter. "No... nothing..." she said hesitantly, "I just noticed I'm... um... kind of wet." "Yeah, me too." said Jonathan, "After we eat let's go to the changing rooms and get changed." Changing rooms? Kaya wondered. Guess this was it. Moment of truth. Was she going to have to change her best friends' diapers? Or was there another surprise in store for her? The kids finished their lunch and threw away their trash before heading to where Kaya remembered the mall's bathrooms usually were. There was a Mens' Room and a Womens' room. However, where the family restroom (where parents could take kids for the potty and/or diaper changings) was a slightly bigger room marked "Diapers." There was a line of about half a dozen kids standing in front of the door. The younger kids in line had adults standing by them. Though some of the kids, mostly teens like them, were there without parental supervision. Kaya stood in line. Normally a familiar situation, this was the first time she remembered standing in line here after already going to the bathroom. It wasn't so bad though. Unlike in past experience, where Kaya would be near panicked with pressure on her bladder or bowels, she could just lounge about until her time with nothing more uncomfortable then a damp feeling along her diaper area. The one downside to having people who've already "done their business" is that there was a definite odor in the air. Kaya couldn't help but smell the dirty diapers of some of the kids in the line. It was a powerful stink. Under most circumstances, the smell might have made her gag. But standing in line, waiting for her own chance to get changed, Kaya realized it didn't really bother her all that much. It was almost as if this was completely natural. Which made her wonder if she was already getting used to this strange new world she'd wound up in. However, while the smell was one thing, the sound was another completely. Standing in line, she heard what sounded much like a fart from someone around her. It sounded as though it came from behind her, but when she looked it was just Cindy and Jonathan, like before. It took a second for Kaya to realize Jonathan was suddenly very red in the face. Not from embarrassment, but from effort. His knees were slightly bent and Kaya thought she heard him grunt. "Um... Johnny." she said. With a sigh, Cindy spoke up. "Kaya, you know it's pointless to talk to him while he's pooping." Kaya was shocked. It was obvious what he was doing, but all the same it hadn't occurred to Kaya until that very moment he was soiling himself. Jonathan finished after a minute or so. He straightened up and looked at his friends as if nothing were wrong. He even resumed his conversation with Cindy right from where he had left off. By this point, Kaya had stopped being surprised by such events. Of course they wouldn't find anything wrong with Jonathan pooping in his diaper. For those two, as well as every kid here, soiling themselves was an everyday occurrence. Kaya suddenly hoped she'd be able to fix this before she wound up experiencing this everyday occurrence. A minute and a half after Jonathan had made his mess, the door to the "Diapers" room opened and several people walked out. It seemed like a huge crowd but Kaya noticed they walked off in smaller groups of about two or so people. Kaya realized this meant that people went into the rooms in groups, performing several diaper changes at once. A man appeared in the doorway and started ushering people into the room. After Kaya, Cindy, and Jonathan were inside he closed the door. Whoever else got into line would have to wait until they were done. Inside the "Diapers" room was two rows of about four changing tables each. There were also attendants at each table. Though Kaya saw they stepped aside when a child who was supervised approached. Cindy and Jonathan found open tables and laid down upon them after handing the attendants their diaper bags. Kaya followed their example and did the same at an empty table. The attendant she handed her bag to was a young woman who looked like she was in college. She undid Kaya's leg snaps and opened her pants, exposing the wet diaper. She reached into Kaya's bag and pulled out one of the diapers as well as changing supplies. Kaya tried her best not to blush while the girl changed her but her embarrassment must've shown. "Let me guess," the girl asked, "You're not used to being changed by people other than your parents, huh?" Truth was, Kaya wasn't even used to that. But she silently nodded. As the changing table attendant did her work, Kaya looked around. She saw the table across from her and witnessed a girl no older than twelve getting a dirty diaper changed by her mom. Another table she saw a fifteen year old boy getting a wiped by an attendant. She quickly turned her head elsewhere when she got a look at his diaper area. That was just something she was not prepared to see. She craned her neck to try and see her friends. They were both on tables front her but she saw Cindy lying flat on her back on the table up front and across from her. Cindy looked at Kaya as the young man changing her struggled a bit with the pins on her cloth diapers. It was clear by her face Cindy was trying not to laugh. After the routine of wipe, powder, diaper, the attended re-snapped Kaya's pants and helped her up off the table. She saw Jonathan was getting his new diaper on while Cindy's attendant, who had finally managed to remove the wet diaper was having trouble putting on the dry one. After a few moments he finally managed it and helped Cindy into her plastic panties after she stood up. He put the wet diaper into a plastic baggie and put it into Cindy's bag. Cindy and Jonathan both took some money out of pockets in their bags and gave some to the attendants. Again following them, she reached into her own bag and handed some of the money over to the woman who had changed her. The college girl took it with a smile. Though her demeanor suggested she had been waiting longer than she was used to. Kaya suddenly realized, this was the purpose of her mom's tip money. Makes sense, Kaya figured. If my job were to clean up after kids who'd peed and pooped themselves, I'd think I deserved a little something extra too. Kaya looked and saw all the changing attendants were about college age or late twenties. She realized that changing diapers like this was probably this world's equivalent to burger flipping. Something relatively easy that most anybody could do. She joined Cindy and Jonathan as they walked outside. Kaya, thinking she was getting the hang of this place, tried striking up a conversation. "Can you believe that guy that was changing you?" she asked Cindy. "I know!" Cindy said with a laugh, "He must be new or something." "Well," Jonathan suggested, "Maybe he doesn't see cloth too often. Disposables are getting a lot of popularity these days." "I've heard." Cindy said, "I've always wanted to try them. But my mom and dad are so old fashioned." That was true. In the real world, Kaya often heard Cindy complain that her parents didn't like her wearing tight clothes or anything too suggestive. Which just as often meant she did just that. Her exposed look was probably part rebellion. She couldn't control her diapers, but she could control how they looked. "I mean," Cindy continued, "disposables are getting more and more advanced all the time, right? But, my parents, 'they're harmful to the environment!' Blah blah blah." "Actually that's not so true anymore." Jonathan explained, "Diapers are being made now that are more easily bio-degradable, so landfills aren't stuck with them for so long." "Maybe they'll even make something to take care of the ones that're already there." Kaya suggested, hoping she wasn't sounding stupid. Fortunately, her friends looked at her and nodded, thinking she had a good idea. "You two should come with us next time we go to the supermarket, tell my mom all this stuff." The rest of the time passed normally. A few more stores, a few more buys. When Jonathan's mother arrived to take them home they begged for just a few more minutes. But it was no good. She had the kids pile into the car and took them each home. When Kaya got home she went inside and walked up to her room. As interesting as this diaper-world was, it was time to set things right. As Kaya walked to her bedroom, she could swear she heard her mom's voice from the bathroom. She almost sounded like she was praising someone. Kaya put her ear to the door and listened as her mom showered praise on her son for successfully using the toilet. Kaya had to cover her mouth to stop from laughing. Just as she thought when she had done this in the first place, the idea of her eighteen year old brother being complimented for using the potty was just hilarious to her. She finally let herself laugh out loud a bit when she got to her bedroom. When she'd calmed down she went to her computer and turned it on. She tapped her foot on the floor as it loaded up. When it finally finished booting she immediately clicked the desktop shortcut going to the game and waited for IT to boot up. When it started up and went through the annoying logos of the game's makers, Kaya went to "continue building" and found her world's file. She skimmed through all the questions she had already answered until she found the one she was looking for. "At what age range are the people of your world toilet trained?" Her eyes widened a bit when she looked over at the number in the answer box. Answer: 2-3 Her world was set for people of two or three years to be potty trained?! That couldn't be right! Last night she'd set that to 18... hadn't she? Her head was spinning. She didn't know what was going on anymore. Was she dreaming? Was this real? Kaya pinched her hand and yelped a bit. It had hurt. But then, was the real world the one where she'd potty trained at two and a half? Or the one where she wouldn't use a toilet for about four years? Had she set the game for people to potty train at the end of the teenage years or their toddler years? Kaya turned the game off without changing anything. She walked over and sat down on her changing table. She looked down at the drawers that contained her supply of diapers and wipes and such. Were those supposed to be there? Or weren't they? Tears formed at Kaya's eyes as her confusion grew. Had she spent the whole day confusing reality with a dream? She simply didn't know anymore. She laid herself down on the changing table and cried herself to sleep. * * * * * Kaya awoke to a jostling on her shoulder. It felt a bit rough. Groggily she swung her arm at the direction she thought it was coming from. When her eyes opened she saw the figure of Luke standing in the room shaking her awake. "It's time for dinner." he told her. Though her ears heard "'im, 'ner." "Huh?" she asked. "I said, get up it's time for dinner, runt." Luke said. "Don't call me runt." she said, her senses coming back to her. "Yeah, whatever." he said as he left the room as Kaya sat up. She noticed that she was no longer on the changing table. She instead was sitting in her bed. She didn't move for a few moments. The room around her was dark, the sun had gone down. Kaya saw her clock's light in the darkness and learned she'd been out for a couple hours. It really was almost dinner time. When Kaya didn't come down right away, her mom came up to check on her. Kaya closed her eyes tight when her mom turned on the bedroom light. "Kaya, hon, are you awake?" she asked as she walked in. "Yeah." Kaya answered as she blinked and got used to the brightness. "The mall must have left you really tired. You missed your bed completely. You were out cold to boot. You didn't even wake up when I had Daddy put you in your bed. You wouldn't wake up no matter what we tried. You didn't look sick, so we just let you take your nap." "I see." said Kaya. Her mother looked at her with concern. Something seemed off. She sat down next to Kaya and put her arm over her shoulder. "Is everything all right, sweetheart?" she asked. "Yeah... no... I don't know. I... I had this weird dream." "Oh?" her mother asked. "Well, last night, I kinda stayed up later than usual." Kaya began, she found this a bit difficult to explain but tried her best, "I was playing that World Simulation game. You know, make your own little universe and all that?" "Yeah, you told us about it before." Mom said. That was something of an understatement. Upon getting the game Kaya had been very excited, talking about all the different features. "OK, anyway, last night, I was playing it and setting up my world. I saw one of the questions asked about when people got potty trained and, just for the heck of it, changed the number from the usual one." "I think I see." Kaya's mom said, "You dreamt that you were living in the world you made up?" "Kinda..." she answered, "Except for that one thing, everything was completely normal. I even went to the mall with Cindy and Johnny like I do on weekends. But, later, when I went to change the game back to normal, it already WAS!" "What do you mean?" "It was like I didn't change anything at all. The settings were just like they were before I changed anything. I got real scared then, like I didn't even know what was real anymore." "Sounds like a pretty bad dream." Kaya's mom said as she wrapped her little girl up in a hug. "You have no idea." Kaya said, starting to tear up again. "Well, one thing's for sure, you probably shouldn't stay up so late anymore." "Yeah..." Kaya said, with a slight giggle. "Probably, you should take a break on that game for a while too." Kaya's mom told her, "I know you just got it, but if it's caused you this much trouble you should probably stay away from it for a few days." "Sounds like a good idea." Kaya agreed. "Good, now, let's go and have dinner." With that Kaya's mom got up and started walking to the door. Kaya did the same but stopped moving when she felt a sudden draft on her thigh. Her hand brushed against it and she noticed it was bare. She was also barefoot, since she felt the carpet under her feet. The shoes were nothing, her parents had probably just taken them off so she'd be comfortable. However... "Um, Mom... what happened to my pants?" "Hm..." her mother turned around, "Oh yes, they're in your hamper. When I came in to check on you, I found you asleep on your table. Your diaper had leaked all over so I took them off when I changed you." Suddenly Kaya looked downward and saw, with her own eyes, the diaper taped around her. She saw a tiny little bit of yellow on the front. She turned her head and saw her changing table, right where it had been when she had fallen asleep on it. "Kaya! Come downstairs!" called her mom, who had long since left the room and gone downstairs. Wearing just her t-shirt and diaper, Kaya did as she was told and went down for some dinner. * * * * * Kaya sat at the table, wearing only a t-shirt and her diaper, digging into a delicious dinner her father had prepared. He often cooked on the weekends, while mom did it during the week, when dad didn't get home from work until almost dinner. Kaya's father was an excellent cook so the food was wonderful. Kaya felt a bit embarrassed, seeing as she was basically eating dinner in her underwear. But nobody made anything out of it, so Kaya quickly stopped bugging herself over it. Kaya kept out of the conversations. After all the day's confusion she didn't feel much like talking. Her mind was still reeling from the events in her bedroom. After all that, Kaya had decided to take her mom's advice and forget the game for a little while. She thought she would just go with it and live in diaper land for a little while. If this was a dream, she'd wake up soon enough. If it wasn't, a little time to clear her head would help her realize it. The dinner conversation revolved mostly around Luke's mixed success with the toilet. Though he'd had a couple wet diapers, but he'd also made it to the toilet at least twice that day. Once for pooping and once for pee. Kaya listened, but didn't chime in. She no longer found her brother needing help with the potty to be funny. If anything, it actually made her a little angry. Why was he getting to the toilet when she couldn't? Kaya's attitude perked up a bit when her mother told her that Cindy had called while she was napping and wanted to sleep over. Kaya had always loved sleep overs with her friends. Her mom told her Jonathan would be coming over too. Cheered up a bit she joined in the conversation more. To her own surprise, she even found herself keeping pace with the diaper-related portions of the talking. Kaya didn't even complain when, after dinner, her parents asked her to do dishes. As Kaya took the dishes off the table, her parents and brother went into the family room to watch some TV. As the kitchen sink ran, she could feel her diaper start getting wet. Kaya blamed it on the running water making her have to go. However, it was only the starting point. A minute later, she was in the middle of drying a plate when the small cramp in her belly hit her. Given a moment to think, Kaya would have realized what it was. But she didn't get that. Instead, with the plate she was drying still in her hands, Kaya crouched down and began pushing a mess into her diaper. It was almost like instinct. The moment Kaya's body alerted her to the need to poop, her body squatted to do it. A few minutes later, Kaya's body forced out the last of the mess. Kaya could only squat there, half-dried plate still in her hands, trying to comprehend what she had just done. Her diaper sagged down from the weight of her poop. The smell began to spread throughout the room. Out in the family room, Kaya's parents noticed little sound coming from the kitchen, so her father came in to check on Kaya. He immediately saw her crouched down and knew what had happened even before he smelled it. "It's nothing," her dad called out to the family room, "Kaya just pooped, that's all." That's all? That's all?! Kaya thought. She had just soiled herself and that was all? How could he act like nothing had happened? Kaya wondered as soon as she heard her father call out. She just as quickly realized the answer. Because nothing DID happen! It's nothing new for them to see me poop. As far as they're concerned... it's something I do all the time. That realization actually did a lot to ease Kaya's embarrassment. She looked up at her dad, who was getting ready to head back to the family room. "Um, Daddy..." "You'll get a clean diaper as soon as your done with the dishes. Got it?" "O...Okay." Kaya said as she stood up. To her honest surprise, she didn't feel much disgust at the feeling of her mess squishing around in her diaper as she moved. It felt warm, it felt mushy, it felt like it was all over her butt, but it didn't really bother her. She simply put her dirty diaper out of her mind and focused on finishing her dishes. By the time she had finished, the mess in her pants had cooled off and was getting uncomfortable. She was very ready to be changed as she put the last piece of silverware in the dish rack. As she walked into the family room to ask her mom to change her, the doorbell rang. Her dad was up and answering the door, letting in Cindy's mother, followed by Cindy and Jonathan. They both had their diaper bags with them, and Kaya saw Cindy was wearing one of the new outfits she got at the mall. A dress that, even if her plastic panties weren't pushing the hem up a bit, would have done little to hide her diapers. Jonathan just had a pair of blue pants, they looked a little bit like pajama bottoms. Cindy took one look at Kaya's sagging diaper and pinched her nose. "Pee-yew, Kaya!" she said with a laugh, "You really do a number in yours, huh?" "Heh, yeah," Kaya said, then hit with a sudden idea, "But for some reason that number's always two." The three kids laughed at Kaya's joke. The adults did too. They came in and greeted Kaya's parents and brother. Cindy kept her eyes on Luke a little longer than Jonathan did. Against all conventional logic Kaya could come up with, Cindy had always had a crush on her older brother. Jonathan kept quiet. His impression of Luke were closer to Kaya's. He was a bit intimidated by the older boy. The fact that Luke was sitting on the couch in baby blue shorts with his diaper sticking out didn't do anything to ease Jonathan's discomfort. Kaya's parents thanked Cindy's mom for bringing the other two kids over. Cindy's mom nodded cordially, left and drove off to her own home. As Kaya's mom and dad led the kids upstairs for diaper changes, Cindy explained her parents had a big night planned while Cindy was gone. When they entered Kaya's room, her mom immediately had Kaya lay down on the changing table. Kaya also saw her dad take a plastic changing pad and lay it out on Kaya's bed. Jonathan lied down on it after Kaya's father pulled down his pants. His diaper was fairly wet. Looking at Cindy it was clear she could use a dry diaper too. But she was waiting while Kaya's mom got her daughter cleaned up. Currently not wearing pants made the diaper change go a little more easily. Kaya's mom untaped the poopy diaper and opened it up, making the stink that had been tailing Kaya increase in strength. Her mom lifted Kaya's lets up and used the front of the diaper to wipe off most of the poop clinging to Kaya's bottom. When the diaper was used up she folded up and threw it in a diaper pail before she went to the wipes on the table's edge. As Kaya's mom started a sudden banging sound was heard coming their way. But it stopped, only to be followed by a very loud "God dammit!" that sounded an awful lot like Luke. The pounding and yell had scared Kaya so much that she had accidentally peed a little bit mid-change. Apparently Jonathan did too, because Kaya's dad suddenly jumped back. She saw a little wet spot on his shirt. "I'm sorry, sir!" Jonathan said quickly. "It's fine. It happens when you change boys' diapers." Kaya's dad quickly rediapered Jonathan but left him to pull his own pants up while he went out to see what was wrong with Luke. Kaya's mom resumed her change of Kaya. She had Kaya roll over to her side while she used a wipe to clean up the spot where Kaya had peed. Fortunately, the table had a plastic mat on it so cleaning it was easy. Though Kaya wasn't sure she wanted her still poopy butt in full view of her friends. Kaya's mom had her on her back again when the mat was wiped down and proceeded to get her daughter's bottom wiped down as well. After that was finished, Kaya's mom put a new diaper under her daughter, but she didn't tape it up right away. She took some diaper rash cream and put some on Kaya's butt where a diaper rash was forming. Then it was lotion, powder, and then Kaya was re-diapered and ready to go. She got up off the table and stepped aside for Cindy, who was presumably the next one to get diapered. Though before she could move everyone in the room heard Kaya's dad's voice outside in the hall. "You know better than to use language like that, young man! Your little sister and her friends heard you! You actually made them pee, you scared 'em so bad!" With that Kaya's dad entered the room with Luke right behind. His shorts seemed to be hanging lower on his waist. Kaya realized that his diaper was soaking wet. "What happened?" Kaya's mom asked. Dad looked to Luke and waited. Luke took the hint. "I had to go..." Luke explained, "I had to pee, and I ran to the toilet. But I didn't make it in time." "Luke." Kaya's mom began, "We're sorry you didn't make it to the toilet when you needed to. However, that in no way gives you the right to curse the way you did. Like your father said you scared your sister and her friends to death with that stomping around and yelling." Luke looked down at the floor, but was silent. "There will be no more potty training for you this week." Luke's head shot up to say that wasn't fair, but the look in his mother's eyes shut him up quick, "Consider it a reminder to be more patient about this. Learning the toilet takes time. I, myself, didn't get trained completely until I was nearly twenty years old!" Kaya's father stepped out of the room and came back in a moment with a diaper in his hand. Against Luke's objections, Kaya's father took off his shorts and made him lay down on Kaya's changing table. Kaya couldn't believe what she was seeing as her friends watched the diaper change. Luke kept his face turned away. Though Kaya got a brief look at it and he looked both ticked off and embarrassed. Kaya wasn't sure why, since being changed around others and watching others get changed seemed to be no big deal to Jonathan or Cindy. Perhaps it was just that Luke was being changed in front of others who were several years younger than him. Or maybe the modesty that seemed to be lacking in Kaya's friends developed around Luke's age. While Luke got cleaned up, Kaya's mom walked over to the three kids. "I'm sorry you all got scared like that." To Kaya's slight surprise her mom gave Kaya a small kiss on the forehead. She did the same for Cindy and Jonathan. Kaya remembered the talk with her mom earlier that day, too, when she had hugged a distraught Kaya. It was another difference between the two worlds. Kaya's parents were busy people. While they were home often enough, they usually focused on their work and allowed Kaya and Luke to live their own lives. They talked, but it was somewhat awkward at times. As Kaya got older she and her parents become more and more detached. But here, it was a whole other story. Yet another difference and, Kaya realized, yet again it was due to the diapers. Since parents were often the primary changers of their childrens' diapers, they would pretty much have to be more closely involved in their lives. Kaya's parents likely provided more close-up supervision here than her world, to keep track of when she or her brother needed new diapers. As a direct result to that proximity, both parents and children were closer emotionally than Kaya remembered. Kaya had to admit, she liked this feeling. She felt like giving her mom a hug and, acting on impulse, did so. "It's okay, Mommy." Kaya's mother smiled and kissed Kaya again. While Kaya's dad rediapered Luke, her mom led Cindy to the changing pad still laid out on Kaya's bed. Cindy hesitated to get on the bed. "Um... ma'am." Cindy began. "Yes, Cindy?" "Um... there's something... a favor... I'd like to ask... if it's all right..." Kaya's mom nodded. Kaya wondered what Cindy was going to ask. Jonathan was watching intently too, he didn't know either. Cindy was looking at the floor, her index fingers pushing each other. "Well... my mom and dad... they always have me wear cloth diapers. So... *ahem*... I was wondering if... just this once..." "You want to try one of Kaya's disposables?" Kaya's mom asked. Cindy nodded sheepishly. "I don't know. I normally don't like to butt into other peoples preferences for their childrens' diapers. I know I had a ton of people getting on my case when I first used disposables on Luke." Cindy looked down, depressed. "Aw, dear," Kaya's dad piped in as he was taping up Luke's clean diaper, "Cindy's a big girl. I don't see the harm if she wants to experiment with something different." "Well..." "Please! Pretty please!" Cindy begged. "I suppose just one disposable can't hurt. But you should ask Kaya. After all, they're her diapers, not mine." Cindy turned to Kaya and used her most pouty "I want this" face. "Sure, I got no problem." Kaya said. What was one diaper to her? "Thank you!" Cindy told Kaya as she jumped onto Kaya's bed and rolled on top of the pad. Kaya stifled a laugh. She was acting like she did when Kaya said Cindy could borrow some of her clothes. Then again, that was exactly what Kaya was doing. Kaya's dad got one of Kaya's diapers from the changing table as Luke got off and put his pants back on. Kaya's mom took the diaper, one of Kaya's thick night-time disposables, and got to work. Kaya's dad and Luke left, but Kaya and Jonathan stayed in the room as Kaya's mom hiked up Cindy's dress and removed her pink plastic panties. Kaya's mom unpinned Cindy's wet diaper and removed it, proceeding with the routine of wipe, rash cream, lotion, powder before getting to the actual diaper. When her new diaper was on Cindy walked over to Kaya's full length mirror and pulled up her dress to get a good view of her diaper. Kaya's mom just wiped off her hands with one of the big baby wipes and left the room, leaving the kids alone. "Wow." Cindy said, "Don't I just look, like, completely different from usual?" Well, she didn't normally wear thick diapers, so... "Yep," Kaya answered honestly. "Totally different." "Simply not wearing the plastic pants makes a huge difference." Jonathan said as Cindy continued to admire herself. Which was true. When Cindy finally stopped looking at the mirror, the kids began having fun. The kids played a few games, both board and video. Talked about recent events at school. This proved especially enlightening for Kaya. The social pecking order wasn't too different than what she remembered. The rich popular girls were mostly the same. Though it seemed that some weren't as bad as Kaya knew. Again, the diapers, which caused more parental involvement, also caused more parental discipline. So some of the girls Kaya remembered as being incredibly spoiled and mean before were, in this world, a bit more humbled due to a little extra scrutiny by their moms and dads. On the flip side, some were even worse than Kaya remembered, the extra attention causing them to become more sneaky to get away with their various stunts and teasing against less popular kids. Another topic that came up were the latest teen idols. Kaya couldn't suppress her giggles at seeing the hottest teen guys of the day with diapers under their pants. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Cindy mistook the laughing for something else and accused Kaya of having naughty thoughts about the boys (some of which, she claimed, were hers). Jonathan talked about some of the girl singers out. The two girls humored him, but they were as interested in the girls as he was in the boys. Jonathan brought up some recent movies that were out. Hearing about them Kaya learned that a lot of angsty teen dramas centered on potty training as much as the hormones & difficulties of teenage life. Movie ratings were also a bit more strict, as kids couldn't get into any move R or higher without adult supervision. While that was true back home, theaters here enforced the rule far more often. Jonathan expressed some relief that they could finally at least go to Pg-13s without their parents. Kaya was able to keep up with the conversation easily. As they talked more and more of the pieces of this world fell into place in her brain. Talking about diapers and the differences they caused in this world was coming to her more easily. After a couple of hours, Kaya's mom announced it was time for bed. She asked if anyone needed changing, but only Kaya and Jonathan asked for dry diapers. Cindy wanted her disposable for as long as possible, even if it meant a small rash later on. Kaya's mom just shrugged and let her be. "It's your butt that's gonna hurt, do what you want." she said. As Kaya's mom worked on her, Kaya, for the first time, realized that she was being changed right in front of her friends, and they were being changed right in front of her. She had watched both Jonathan and Luke get new diapers and didn't even bat an eye. Perhaps it was because she knew the two boys well, but the embarrassment she had at seeing the older boy at the mall changing stations was almost completely nonexistent here. Seeing her elder brother and best friend get their butts wiped off by her parents actually felt, of all things, normal. Also surprising was that Kaya's mom made sure they got ready for bed. She made Kaya change out of the t-shirt she'd worn all morning into a long nightshirt. Same for Cindy and her dress. Cindy didn't hesitate to pull her dress off over her head, leaving her in just a baby blue bra and her slightly wet diaper. Kaya did the same, trying her best to mimic Cindy's ease at undressing in front of Jonathan and her mother (Cindy herself was no problem, they had gym together). They both put on cute nightshirts. Cindy's had a little cartoon kitty cat on it. When Jonathan was re-diapered he pulled on his pants, which actually were pajama bottoms, and pulled a white t-shirt out of his diaper bag. When everyone was dressed for bed, Cindy and Jonathan pulled out sleeping bags and crawled in. Kaya got in bed. Kaya's mom gave the kids a good night kiss before she turned out the lights. As Kaya started to fall asleep, she wondered to herself if, when she next woke up, if she'd be wearing diapers or underpants. * * * * * Once upon a time, there were two girls. Their names were both Kaya. They lived in the same home, slept in the same bed, often ate the same food. However, neither had ever met the other. This was because they existed in, as one sci-fi show put it, the same time and the same place, but in different dimensions. In one world, Kaya was not yet toilet trained, nor was she expected to be for at least four years. In the other, Kaya had been potty trained twelve years prior and hadn't seen a diaper since. However, one day, the two fourteen-year-olds unknowingly crossed paths. Both girls had bought and played a game in which they could create their own world. Without realizing it, each had recreated the other Kaya's dimension in their game. It was done on little more than a whim, picturing themselves and their brother living in such a world. Somehow, this act caused a very rare occurrence. When the two girls went to sleep, they awoke the next morning to discover that they had been placed in the world they thought they had created. Each girl spent a full day in the other's home, gradually discovering and learning about the place they were in. Each gradually came to believe the game had been the cause of the problem. But when they checked their computer, each found the settings were those of their home world. Since being taken out of diapers is somewhat less traumatic than being put back into them, the Kaya-that-had-woken-up-potty-trained more easily recovered from the shock. In fact, the difference in the game hardly bothered her at all. She had come to enjoy the world she had wound up in. She had created the game world she had in a fit of jealousy towards her elder brother, who had begun what she wouldn't for some time: Toilet training. In this dimension, she was on equal footing with her brother in that department. The switch had also provided, for Kaya, another plus-side. At her home, she had often felt smothered by her parents constant attention. A direct result of their being the ones who changed her wet or dirty diapers. She often felt embarrassed about being stripped down and wiped off by other people on a regular basis. Here, however, that wasn't a problem. She was in charge of her own urination and bowel movements. She still couldn't believe it when she first felt her bladder signaling her of its need to drain. She may well have wet herself had she not connected it to feelings she often felt in the instant before using her diapers. Her parents, while still providing some attention and affection, left Kaya to her own devices for most of the day. Not being needed practically twenty-four seven to watch over their children and change their diapers left them more time to focus on their careers. Feeling a sense of joy at this place she was in, the Kaya-in-panties had, at first given opportunity, removed the World Simulation game from her computer. Which effectively closed the link between the two worlds. She had no idea she was stranding another person in her shoes. She wasn't even fully aware uninstalling the game would really affect anything. But it had, and now, in another dimension, a girl who had worn underpants until just twenty-four hours ago would not wear them again for four years. * * * * * The Kaya-in-diapers was unaware of any of this as she woke up for the third time in a row wearing a diaper. As her grogginess cleared, she sat up on her bed. She felt the wetness in her pants and knew she had given her diaper a good soaking through the night. When she caught a whiff of a certain scent, she lifted her bottom off of the bed. Kaya breathed a sigh of relief when she realized she hadn't pooped again. She wasn't sure she could deal with that first thing in the morning. However, as she looked at her friends, she was sure one of them was dealing with it. Jonathan was still sound asleep in his sleeping bag. Cindy was lying on top of her bag, on her stomach. Her nightshirt had ridden up a bit and Kaya saw the disposable taped around her friend was a bit bigger in the back then she had remembered. She also saw what looked like bits of brown along the legs of the diaper. Kaya remembered from past sleepovers that Cindy usually had to do number two first thing in the morning. Other than where the number two ended up, it was no different here than in the other world. The morning went somewhat similar to Kaya's previous one. One of her parents, this time Kaya's father, came in and changed everyones' diapers. Cindy complained when Kaya's father had pulled back the waistband of their diapers to find the one who was messy. "We're not some dumb eight-year-olds who don't tell anyone they need new diapers!" she had said when she was rediapered and Kaya's father had left. Cindy once again wore her cloth diapers and plastic panties. They were more obvious under her nightshirt than the disposable had been. Thick enough, as well, that they peeked out from the bottom. When Kaya's mom called them down for breakfast, the kids headed down in a rush. As she went down the stairs to the dining room, Kaya thought about what had happened the past day. She didn't know anything about the other Kaya, alternate universes, or the bizarre circumstances surrounding her arrival here. Once again waking up in diapers had made Kaya come to believe that THIS was her home. The world without diapers was just some incredibly vivid dream. One that had carried over to her everyday, diapered life. And, she thought to herself, that's not so bad. In retrospect, she hadn't liked her diaperless dream world very much. She much preferred having her parents around more often. Her brother just a little more humble than he was in the dream. Nor did she feel any pressure to act more mature than she felt. She could be herself in a way she couldn't in the dream. Wetting and messing herself wasn't really bad at all. So long as she wore her diapers those things would always be taken care of. She looked forward to potty training, like any normal teenager, but she didn't mind waiting. She decided, with all the trouble it had caused her yesterday, to remove the game from her computer and just return it. She didn't need to have anymore dreams like that again. As Kaya sat down to breakfast, she had unconsciously committed herself to life in this world. She never had any idea that she didn't really have any choice in the matter. Which, really, was probably for the best. THE END