Elfy

Emily is slowly getting used to the new status quo, whether she wants to or not. However, left alone one day, she is given a dilemma with no easy answer. --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Just like the pull-ups before them the diapers were becoming normalised. Whether Emily wanted them to or not they had started to feel like part of her everyday wardrobe. She had never made much of an effort to go to Amelia to ask her to help her take the diaper off to get to the toilet on time, there simply never was going to be enough warning to manage all that. Emily was resigned to the fact that she was going to wet herself when she felt the need. It wasn’t often that Emily would even go and ask for a diaper change. If Amelia wasn’t working, she would periodically check her diaper by flipping up her skirt or sticking a hand down her pants. Emily always complained but when Amelia was finding Emily wet more than dry her options for argument were limited. In some ways it was easier when she was checked and found wet, it saved her having to bring up the problem herself. After only a few days the diapers were something, Emily almost ignored in some ways. She could never shake off the humiliation of needing them or the feeling of them growing wetter and heavier but they started to get filed, in her mind, under the folder titled “Not my problem.” Amelia had told Emily she wasn’t to touch her diaper. Amelia did the checking and the changing so why should Emily pay attention to them. Sure, her wife encouraged her to ask for the toilet, or “potty” as she now seemed to constantly call it, but that was almost more embarrassing than just wetting herself. Pissing in her pants had become something Emily was used to, for better or worse. It would never not be humiliating, Emily was sure of that, but it was no longer world ending when Amelia changed her diaper. Perhaps it was because, despite everything, her plan was actually working. By visiting the toilet between diapers, she was still able to keep the diapers clean. That felt like a massive win though when she brought it up to Amelia, she didn’t get the response she had expected. “What? You want a medal for not shitting your pants?” Amelia had replied snappily after Emily mentioned it. “No, I…” Emily started. Her face was heating up with familiar embarrassment. She didn’t understand why Amelia seemed annoyed that Emily was fighting hard to keep control of one aspect of her life Emily wasn’t able to continue from there because Amelia had closed the gap to her and unceremoniously shoved her hand up under Emily’s skirt. The padding was warm, round and very clearly wet. Amelia sighed and shook her head. “I need to head out to the DMV and renew my license.” Amelia said, “Can I trust you here alone for a few hours?” “Well, yeah, but…” Emily bit her lip. “What?” Amelia asked. “Aren’t you going to… change me first?” Emily asked with a small voice. “I’ll do it when I get back.” Amelia said after a long sigh, “You should be alright for a little while.” Emily was ashamed to say she wasn’t so sure about that. It said a lot that even when Amelia wasn’t around Emily was still not allowed to touch her own diapers. It felt like a stupid rule that only existed because of one small mistake but Emily felt compelled to follow it. With all the strain she was putting on the relationship recently she didn’t want to push any further. “Call me if you need anything.” Amelia said as she scooped up her keys. A minute later the front door closed and Emily was left alone. It was the first time she had truly been by herself for a little while. With Amelia working from home increasingly often she was usually always very nearby. Emily felt a little anxious at the sudden separation and almost simultaneously felt a dribble of urine enter her soaked padding. “Don’t be silly…” Emily muttered to herself, “You’ve been alone plenty of times before. You LIKE being alone.” Emily did what she often spent her time doing. She grabbed some snacks and a drink and went to sit in front of the television. The soft crinkles that accompanied her every movement had almost become background noise for her now, like a form of tinnitus that you learn to live with, she barely even noticed them most of the time. Sitting on the couch Emily put her feet up on the table and turned on the television. She could almost pretend everything was back to normal like this. It was so close to how she usually found herself before her bladder and bowels had started rebelling. She was even able to enjoy herself for a little while. That was until she felt the need to poop coming on quickly. Emily got up and hurried up to the bathroom where she paused. She wasn’t supposed to touch her own diaper but if she didn’t, she would be condemning herself to a horrible accident, and Amelia wasn’t even there to help her. She bit her lip until she uncontrollably passed wind and decided that Amelia would understand. Heck, she may even be able to put it back on and Amelia would never know what happened. Ripping at the tapes Emily let the damp diaper hit the floor just before she sat down. It wasn’t a moment too soon. She felt relief wash over her as her body evacuated. It was only as she finished and she was cleaning up that she looked down at the diaper. “Oh crap…” Emily muttered. In her haste to take the diaper off one of the tapes had been ripped off the back half of the diaper. That wasn’t even mentioning the embarrassing skid mark she had left behind in the padding. The diaper certainly wouldn’t be able to be worn again. After flushing the toilet Emily picked up the torn padding and carried it through to her bedroom. She dropped it on the floor and kicked it to the corner as she thought about what to do. It didn’t seem like she had many options. If Amelia found her without a diaper on she would be very angry which meant Emily had no choice but to take a fresh disposable from the drawer and take it to her bed. Emily’s previous attempt at diapering herself had not been a success but since then she had seen Amelia do it a lot more. She held her tongue between her teeth as she tried to get the diaper as straight as possible before pulling it up between her legs. She spent a lot of time trying to make sure she put the tapes in exactly the right position before she committed and pressed them against the front of the disposable. When she sat up and looked down, she thought she had done a very good job, it certainly fit a lot better than her last effort. Feeling pleased about a job well done Emily got herself dressed again and headed back downstairs. When, a little while later, she felt the need to urinate she didn’t hold back. Sitting on the couch with her feet up she let go into the padding. It was another hour or so before Amelia came back through the front door. In that time Emily had barely moved from her spot on the couch as she watched a trashy day time talk show. If it wasn’t for the warm padding around her, yet again, it would’ve felt like so many other days before the problems started. Emily sitting and enjoying her life as Amelia came home from doing whatever it was she did. “I’m back.” Amelia called through the door. Emily grunted a greeting but didn’t look behind her at the front door. She stretched and felt her padded underwear rub against her, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant as much as she hated to admit it. Amelia came round the couch to block the view of the TV. “Alright, stand up.” Amelia said. “Huh? Why?” Emily asked as she leaned to look around her wife. “Because I need to check you.” Amelia replied, “If you would just wear more skirts, you’d make this a lot easier for both of us.” Emily sighed and obediently stood up. Her pants were pulled down to her knees and she almost subconsciously spread her legs a bit to make it easier for Amelia to check her. She didn’t even realise she had picked up these toddler behaviours. “Have you been drinking enough?” Amelia asked with confusion. “Uh huh.” Emily replied. She was trying not to let it show that having her wife’s hand prodding, poking and squeezing her crotch was actually turning her on just a little bit. “You’re not as wet as I expected.” Amelia sounded suspicious. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Emily said, “What time is dinner?” Amelia stood up straight and Emily pulled her pants back up. At least it seemed like her wife hadn’t noticed the way the front of her diaper was tenting out a little. Part of her was glad it wasn’t noticed whilst the rest of her would’ve appreciated some attention. There hadn’t been a lot of sex since the diapers were introduced. “In a little while.” Amelia said slowly, “I’m going to take a shower first.” Emily nodded and sat back down. She hadn’t really looked at her wife all that much, if she had she might have been more concerned than she was. Amelia left the room and Emily picked up the remote to go channel surfing. She had just flicked over to a reality show about people with strange lifestyles when she was startled into a sitting up. “Emily!” Amelia shouted, “Get up here now!” Emily swallowed nervously. There was a time when she would ignore any such instruction but with everything that had been going on she felt like she had to do as she was told. Amelia sounded angry about something so Emily was fairly certain she wasn’t having a medical emergency or anything like that. She slowly walked up the stairs trying to work out what the problem was. At the top of the steps, she looked cautiously into the bathroom but Amelia wasn’t in there. It was only when Emily saw that the door to her bedroom was open that it dawned on her what was happening. Her eyes shot wide open as she realised she had forgotten about the diaper she had taken off. Her immediate thought was to run away. Amelia was angry and perhaps the best course of action would be to get as far away as possible until she had calmed down. Before Emily had made a step one way or the other Amelia stuck her head round the door and stared daggers into her. “Come here and explain this.” Amelia demanded. Emily really didn’t want to be doing as she was told. She wanted to run back downstairs and hide. She knew exactly what she had done, she knew exactly what embarrassing sight awaited her in the spare bedroom. When Amelia’s glare somehow got even sterner Emily’s feet moved forwards and she went into her bedroom. In the corner, right where she had left it, was the used diaper. The padding was obviously yellowed apart from the brown streak that was embarrassingly prominent. “What’s this?” Amelia asked as she pointed at the discarded diaper. “Come on…” Emily whined as her cheeks reddened. “What is it?” Amelia asked again. “You know what it is.” Emily replied petulantly. She felt about two feet tall at that moment. “Tell me.” Amelia demanded, “And don’t make me ask again.” Emily had been feeling like a child a lot recently, it was hard not to when you were wetting yourself so often, but right then she felt more like a naughty toddler than ever. A small child who had been overconfident in hiding evidence of their being naughty and now it was coming back to bite them. “It’s my diaper.” Emily said as she rolled her eyes, “Obviously!” “Well done! It IS your diaper!” Amelia said with sarcastic praise, “So my question is… What is it doing on the floor?” “When you were out, I needed the bathroom.” Emily said with a shrug, “What did you want me to do?” “You mean other than stain you diaper like that and leave it lying around on the floor for me to nearly step on?” Amelia asked with a shake of her head, “What was my rule for you regarding your diapers?” “Amelia, come on…” Emily was already so full of embarrassment she felt like she might burst. “What is it?” Amelia asked. “Look, I used the toilet without a problem!” Emily responded. She didn’t even notice her foot stomping on the floor like an upset child, “And I put this diaper on without a problem too!” “That’s not what I’m asking you.” Amelia said calmly, “I asked you about the rule and you have to the count of three to tell me. One.” “Amelia, I’m not a stupid kid.” Emily retorted angrily, “I ca-…” “Two.” Amelia counted. Emily let out a frustrated exclamation. This was all so humiliating. Did Amelia know that she was making her feel so embarrassed? Surely Emily’s cheeks were blazing red for her to notice. This was ridiculously unfair. The rule had been made because Emily had leaked and her current diaper showed no signs of doing that! “Three.” Amelia finished. “This is-…” Emily started when Amelia grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the bed, “Hey! W-What are you doing!?” “Something you probably needed years ago.” Amelia said through gritted teeth as she started pulling on Emily’s arm. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m1cuafz5dm/chapter/ae03a5ed-34a7-40a5-9607-ff3f505f26ac https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1666432

Out with the girls, Sam gets some new clothes... and more. She's ready to go home but it seems her new friends have more they want to do. --- Commissioned by: diaperboy187 --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 50+ stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- “This would look FAB on you!” Kerry said excitedly as she held out a shockingly pink top that seemed short even for Sam. “Oh, totally.” Roxy agreed. “R-Really?” Sam stuttered. “Oh yeah, you’ll be fighting the boys off!” Jane said. Sam wasn’t so sure she wanted to be fighting the boys off not that she was under much illusion of how boys barely thought about her at all. She looked at the top again, it was very risqué and even the smallest size was a bit too big for her, she’d have to adjust it to make it truly fit. In the shopping cart were more clothes that seemed designed to annoy Isabelle, she was sure her caretaker would never approve of any of it. Though that just made it all the more enticing. “I can’t afford all of this.” Sam said “Oh, don’t worry about that.” Roxy chuckled as she held up a small plastic card, “I’ve got my dad’s credit card.” “Does he… know you have it?” Sam asked slowly. “It’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission.” Roxy giggled. “Roxy just batters her eyelids and her dad rolls over.” Kerry teased, “She’s daddy’s little girl for sure!” Everyone laughed and Roxy took the pink top and dropped it into the cart. Sam didn’t think Isabelle would be at all happy about what she was bringing home but as her friends rolled the cart away she didn’t think she could stop them now. She hurried to catch up and held on to the side of the cart. She didn’t even realise her childlike behaviour was being noticed by the taller girls who looked down at her with raised eyebrows. Roxy paid for the new clothes and they left the store laden down with purchases. Sam wondered how her friend could possibly spend so much of her dad’s money without getting in trouble. If she had stolen Isabelle’s credit card and spent so much she was sure she would be regressed right down to a baby and left there forever. “Where to next?” Jane asked as they left the store. “We’re not done?” Sam asked nervously. “Girl, you need more than a change of wardrobe.” Roxy smiled down at Sam, “I know just the thing. Come on.” Without a look backwards the others started striding through the shopping centre. Sam didn’t want to get lost in the crowd and hurried to keep up. Across the large atrium Sam was led into a hairdressers. “Guys…” Sam said warily. “Hey, have you got space for an appointment now?” Roxy asked the lady behind the desk at the door. “Of course, is it for one of you?” The lady asked. “It’s for Sam.” Jane gave Sam a little prod in the back and the small woman stumbled forwards. “Not a problem, follow me please.” The lady said with a big smile. It was all happening so fast. Sam was whisked forwards and before she really knew what was happening she was being helped up into one of the salon’s chairs, they had helpfully put a booster seat usually reserved for children down. A sheet whipped around her and was tucked in at her neck as she looked at herself surrounded by bigger girls in the mirror. “Right, what are we doing?” The woman asked. “I don’t…” Sam started sheepishly. “Could you do this?” Jane asked as she pointed to a picture in a magazine she had picked up from the waiting area. Sam couldn’t see what she was pointing at. “Are you sure?” The woman asked. “Yeah, that’ll look really cool.” Kerry nodded her head, “You want to look cool, don’t you?” Sam felt the increasingly familiar presence of peer pressure. As she looked at the people surrounding her in the mirror they all seemed so excited. She didn’t think they would steer her down the wrong path so she belatedly nodded her head. “Great!” The hairdresser said cheerily, “Right then.” Sam sat still has her hair was cut. She could only rarely catch sight of herself in the mirror but was shocked at the changes. Her hair had been long, going halfway down her back and brown, but from the amount falling down the sheet that covered her she could tell it wasn’t going to be super long for much longer. She felt anxious but completely trapped in the situation. She wanted to speak up but couldn’t. She felt like she was in the middle of a ride and couldn’t get off until it was finished. “And…” The hairdresser made a couple of last trims, “Done! What do you think?” The hairdresser moved out of the way and Sam could fully see her new cut for the first time. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. Her previously long hair had been butchered. It was now just shoulder length and styled so that it fell across half her face whilst the other half of her hair was cut very short. It wasn’t an entirely unpleasant haircut but it was nothing like the “good girl” long hair she had before. What she had now looked so much more… punk? “That looks fab!” Roxy said as she appeared behind Sam. “Hell yeah!” Kerry added with an approving nod. “You… You really think so?” Sam asked as she looked into the mirror again. “You are just the finishing touch away from look fantastic.” Jane said. “Finishing touch? We’re not done?” Sam asked nervously. “One more stop to go.” Roxy rubbed the top of Sam’s head. As Roxy and the others went to pay Sam dropped off the seat and looked into a nearby mirror. Her hand went up to her hair, it felt so weird being having it this short and she kept trying to sweep it out of her face but it would just fall back down. She was surprised how little it affected her vision as it curled away around eye level. It just felt so… short. After feeling her hair against her back for so long it felt very strange to no longer have it there. Isabelle had always liked styling Sam’s hairs into pigtails, braids or however else she fancied. Sam felt a jolt of annoyance, her hair was always styled how Isabelle wanted it, Sam had always just accepted it. Sam was sure she wouldn’t approve of this change. She felt panicky, like she had made a horrible mistake that she was going to be punished for. She had the mad idea of collecting all the hair that had been cut away to try and re-attach it to her head, it didn’t matter that she knew it was impossible. Sam’s hand was taken by Roxy and she was led from the store. She spent the whole time looking back over her shoulder as her hair was swept away by a large broom. She didn’t turn back around until Roxy let go of her. She felt very strange as she negotiated the jungle of legs that was the other shoppers, her new hair kept falling over her face and she had to sweep it away again, she wasn’t sure she would ever get used to it. “We need to go just over here.” Roxy said. Sam followed the other girls until they came to a stop in front of a cheap looking jewellery and accessory store. She wasn’t sure what the plan was now but followed the others inside where there was pop-punk playing over the speakers drowning out the music playing in the rest of the mall. Sam looked around at the various things and wondered what she was being taken here for. Roxy led the way towards the back of the store. It seemed she knew a few of the people who worked there, they all had a similar style of punk-style clothes, dark make-up and lots of… Sam looked in front of her and realised exactly what was going on. “No… No, no, no…” Sam backed away a couple of steps before bumping into Jane’s legs. At the back of the store was a second counter but rather than selling the things in the rest of the store it seemed to be devoted to piercings. On the board behind the young woman at the desk was a list of different piercings and the prices associated, underneath the glass case the worker was leaning on was a whole load of studs and rings. “Sam, don’t be such a baby.” Kerry said as she rolled her eyes. “I’m… I’m not…” Sam stuttered. “We’ve all got piercings.” Jane said, “It’s no big deal.” “I just…” Sam felt extremely anxious. It wasn’t just that Sam was concerned about the actual piercing. In fact, far more than the piercing she was worried about Isabelle’s reaction. The clothes were one thing, the haircut was going to be difficult to explain but a piercing felt even more extreme. “Sam, listen to me.” Roxy said as she knelt down to the same level as Sam again, “I know you’re close to your mom, I think that’s… cool. But you’re your own woman! You aren’t a kid anymore. It’s time to grow up.” Roxy had a way of convincing Sam every time she wavered. Sam thought back to all the times Isabelle had annoyed her by telling her exactly what to do. Even now when she was supposed to be a high schooler she still made almost no decisions of her own. Up until that day her clothes hadn’t been her own choices, her hair hadn’t been her choices and she hadn’t even gotten to decide when to move up to high school. Heck, even her underwear wasn’t her choice. She was still treated like a baby even though she was supposed to be nearly finished with her treatment! “So what’s it going to be?” Roxy asked softly, “Did you want to run home to mommy or do you want to hang out with us?” Sam had already made her mind up. She took a deep steadying breath and then looked up at Roxy with a nervous smile. All eyes were on her. “Just my ears.” Sam said. “Atta girl.” Roxy replied with her trademark Cheshire cat grin. Roxy then did something Sam wasn’t at all prepared for. She leaned forwards and hugged her. Sam was quite startled, she hadn’t experienced many hugs recently even when she really needed them. She felt a rush of warmth and emotion towards her new best friend, the young woman who had taken Sam under her wing. “Alright, if you just come through here.” The girl behind the counter said as she stepped to the side and held open a curtain that led to the rooms behind the shop. “Good luck.” Kerry said as Sam started walking past. “You’re not…” Sam paused and stopped talking. She was about to ask if her friends were going to come support her but she had to get out of that mind set. She had to be strong and independent! Sam followed this young member of staff through to a small room with a chair that reminded her of the dentist’s office. She was directed to sit down and she did so, her legs were feeling a little like jelly anyway. As she sat she felt the pull-up underneath her get squeezed against the chair. There was definitely some moisture in it. “OK, Sam, my name is Kat. Have you ever had a piercing before?” Kat asked. Sam shook her head silently. She was starting to feel sick with nerves and was worried that if she opened her mouth she might throw up. Next to her Kat was bringing out a tray of tools that scared her even more, she quickly looked pointedly away. “That’s OK.” Kat said, “You’ll feel a quick pain but after it’s done you’ll wonder what all the fuss was about.” Sam was practically trembling as an alcohol wipe came up to each ear and cleaned it off. This was really going to happen. She closed her eyes as the contraption moved up to the side of her head. She was unable to stop a whine from escaping her as she felt it pressing against her earlobe. “You’ll feel a bit of a pinch but it will all over quickly.” Kat said, “I’ll countdown and then do it on zero, OK?” Sam nodded her head very slightly as she braced herself for what was to come. Her instinct was telling her to run and hide, she wished Roxy had come into the room to hold her hand or something. She tightly shut her eyes and gripped the chair so hard her nails were digging into it. “Five… Four… Three…” Kat counted down. Suddenly there was pressure against Sam’s ear and a click as Kat pushed down. In shock Sam felt her pull-up suddenly warming underneath her as she yelped in surprise. As quickly as the pressure arrived it disappeared leaving Sam’s eyes wide open and her breathing heavily. “You said you were counting to zero!” Sam exclaimed as her hand went towards her ear. “I find that making it a surprise helps people who are nervous.” Kat said with a shrug. She stopped Sam’s hand going up to her ear, “Don’t play with it. As Kat manoeuvred around to her other side Sam tried to subtly squirm in her seat. She prayed she hadn’t leaked, that would be something that would be impossible to explain to her friends or any of the hundreds of people she would walk past on the way back to Roxy’s car. Thankfully her potty training had seemingly progressed to a point where her bladder muscles had quickly clamped down and stopped the flow. Her pull-up was wet but disaster had been avoided. “Unfortunately the surprise tactic only works once.” Kat said as she prepared the next piercing. This time Sam had a little more idea of what to expect as she felt the pinch against her ear. She tensed up and then with no countdown at all Kat pressed the handles together and with another click the second ear was adorned with new jewellery. Sam had jumped but this time kept control of her bladder. “There we go, all done. I’ll give you some disinfectant wipes to keep the areas clean and you’ll have to keep those studs in for a few weeks before you can switch them.” Kat said as she put the equipment away. “OK…” Sam said she was still feeling very unsure about it. Sam slipped out of the chair and felt her pull-up hang low between her legs. She gulped but a quick check whilst Kat wasn’t looking confirmed she hadn’t leaked either on her clothes or on the chair. Her ears throbbed slightly as she walked over to the nearby mirror. She hardly recognised herself now. With her shortened hair and sparkling piercings in her ear she felt like a completely different person. Sam walked back into the main store to see her friends hanging around and waiting. Roxy was the first to see Sam and she covered her mouth as she looked down. “Oh. My. God!” Roxy exclaimed, “You look great!” “Definitely.” Kerry agreed, “That look really suits you.” “I’m jealous I don’t look so good!” Jane added. Sam smiled shyly. These girls were doing such a good job of making her feel accepted. They may not have been the people she would’ve chosen to hang out with had she got to handpick friends but she wasn’t upset by them so far. She looked down at the floor bashfully as the girls continued to make positive comments on her new look. After some more compliments and Roxy paying with the credit card the girls left the store. Sam wasn’t sure if there could be anything left to do. It had been a long day and she hadn’t expected to be out as long as she had. There was no doubt in her mind that Isabelle would be worrying about her. A part of her was glad she was making Isabelle wait. After being made to lose her middle school friends and everything else she had been through she felt Isabelle deserved to feel some level of discomfort. That said, she was starting to feel anxious and tired out from the long day. “Alright, let’s get some dinner.” Roxy said. “Maybe we should go home?” Sam suggested. “We will.” Roxy nodded, “Right after we eat.” --- You can read the next part of this story RIGHT NOW over on SubscribeStar and Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lwt7udqa47/chapter/cdbebc84-1bc7-4f8a-964c-48131a164d8b https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1660420

Catherine has a lot to think about and can't stop replaying the events of that day's therapy session. Meanwhile, Emily is having to live with more and more restrictions resulting in her having to ask her wife for some rather embarrassing help. --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Catherine sat and swirled the wine in her glass. On the laptop on the table in front of her she was watching the recording of her appointment with Emily. She often did this to make sure she hadn’t missed anything or to make additional notes. This time was different. She didn’t have her notebook out; she wasn’t planning on writing anything at all. Instead, she was watching Emily intently, not even bothering to listen for questions or answers. For the sixth or seventh time that evening Catherine watched Emily’s tantrum. It was exactly like watching a child, the likeness was uncanny. As Emily stormed out of her office Catherine watched herself get up from her seat and shake her head. She walked over to the camera and stared into the lens for a second before the recording ended. Catherine let out a deep breath and finished her glass of wine. She couldn’t stop thinking about what she had seen. Emily, in recent weeks, had seemingly become increasingly child-like. It was impossible to ignore. Combined with what Amelia had said previously it had Catherine’s mind spinning, or maybe that was the wine. She hadn’t really been paying attention to how much she had been drinking. Catherine sat up and pulled her laptop forwards to start typing. She felt like she was somehow committing a crime just by searching for the words she had never expected to use: Regression therapy. The information online was exactly what Catherine expected it to be. There was no real concrete evidence it helped people, it was largely untested and that very few respected therapists recommended it. She knew that what Amelia was suggesting wasn’t regression therapy in the more common use of the term either, she meant it in a very literal way. Catherine stood up and walked over to her bookshelf. It was packed with books that were there as much for show as anything else. She looked at the spines of the various tomes and pulled a few of the shelf to take back to the couch. She searched yet again for any references to regression therapy. She wasn’t even sure what she was looking for. After Amelia had brought it up before she had done much of the same research. Maybe she was just looking for something to validate an idea that had implanted itself like a seed in her head and was germinating. Nothing. There was nothing to suggest regression therapy had much value. Catherine put the books down and slumped back on the couch. Intellectually she knew it wasn’t right, unethical even, but she couldn’t stop thinking about it. The Emily she had been seeing at her last sessions was more like a child than an adult. Perhaps Amelia was right. Perhaps in this one specific case regression therapy would actually be useful. “Get a grip on yourself…” Catherine muttered as she shook her head, “It is quackery and you know it.” Catherine lowered the screen on the laptop and turned on the television. She was thinking about all this too much, she needed to distract herself. Obsessing over such a ridiculous idea would do no good to anyone. The television came on and Catherine tried to immerse herself in whatever was on. It didn’t work. Not for a second was she distracted from the unwanted thoughts in her mind. After a few minutes she gave up and turned the TV off again, putting her head in her hands she really wondered if she was going to do what she thought she was. Catherine picked up her phone and scrolled to Amelia’s number. She took a deep breath before dialling. When it started to ring, she almost hoped no one would pick up on the other end. It wasn’t too late to pull out. “Hello?” Amelia’s voice was slightly slow and almost slurred. “Hey, it’s me.” Catherine said. “Catherine… it’s one in the morning, what’s wrong?” Amelia asked. “Is it?” Catherine was surprised. Catherine looked up at the wall where a clock told her Amelia was indeed telling the truth. She must’ve lost track of the time at some point during the evening. So immersed in her research that she hadn’t paid any attention to the clock. “What’s up?” Amelia asked. Aside from a yawn it seemed Amelia had quickly woken up. “I… I’ve been reviewing the footage from Emily’s appointment earlier today.” Catherine said, “Did she tell you why she left early?” “No, she didn’t say anything about it.” Amelia replied, “Why?” Catherine paused. She was stood at the edge now. She could either back away and let things continue as normal or plunge over the top, where her life went afterwards was a mystery, one that would only be solved by walking that path. A dangerous path that few would suggest and was likely to cause her no end of problems if discovered. And yet that itch was still there. The curiosity about pushing limits. “Catherine?” Amelia’s said. “Look, what you said to me... about regression therapy. It’s highly unethical, there’s little evidence that it works, it’s completely unorthodox and I’ve never, ever even contemplated it before.” Catherine said quickly. Each word tumbling over the last to get out of her mouth Catherine stopped. For a few seconds there was almost complete silence. She was staring forwards at the laptop, slowly she lifted the screen to see a still frame of Emily’s session earlier that day, the computer had stopped right on the moment Emily had thrown one of the pillows on to the floor. In that second, she was almost completely indistinguishable from a toddler throwing a tantrum. On the other end of the phone Catherine could hear sheets shuffling, Amelia was sitting up in bed. “But…” Amelia finally prompted. “But…” Catherine let the word linger, “It might help in this situation.” --- Emily pouted on the couch. This was crazy. Now that Amelia said she wasn’t allowed to touch her own diapers she had little choice to use them and it was gross. She didn’t understand how this could possibly be helping her, she was having trouble keeping her pants dry, surely not letting her use the toilet was just going to make the problem worse. There was a part of Emily that felt vindictive towards this new rule. Sure, she thought, if I can’t touch the diapers have fun changing them! It was childish but that was something Emily found herself having little control over. Her diaper was already warm and wet but Emily needed to go again, she barely blinked as her bladder unleashed. She hadn’t really been paying attention to how often she was wetting herself, each diaper change was an inconvenience for her wife so it was Amelia’s problem. Emily felt a feeling of relaxation go through her as she closed her eyes and let the urine splash off the wet padding and against her skin. When she finished, she stood up and, judging from the heaviness of her underwear, decided it was time to go ask for a change. This was something she would never get used to. The humiliation of having to go to Amelia to ask for a new diaper hadn’t lessened despite how many times it had already happened. Amelia was in her office upstairs. Emily made her way to the landing slowly with the thick padding rubbing against her thighs and keeping her legs apart. She stopped at the top of the stairs and lifted the bottom of her skirt. The diaper was bulging out in front, the padding had expanded quite a bit and now it was pulled taut and round. Emily couldn’t see behind her but if it curved the same way all the way to the back it must’ve looked like a sphere. “Amelia?” Emily called. She was standing next to the bathroom. Quite a juxtaposition to the diaper she was wearing. There was no answer. Emily sighed and walked down the landing. It was stupid but Amelia liked to treat her home office as if it was at her workplace. She didn’t usually respond to being called, you had to go and knock on the door to get her attention. Emily thought it was stupid. If she worked from home, she would spend her days downstairs playing video games and just occasionally filling in a box on a spreadsheet to make it look like she was working. Emily knocked on the door. “Amelia?” Emily called again. This time Emily heard the sound of an office chair rolling backwards. Footsteps came to the door and Amelia opened it with a pleasant smile. She’d been in a particularly good mood for the last few days. It annoyed Emily who thought everyone should be as concerned by her recent problems as she was. “Something up?” Amelia asked. “You know what I need.” Emily mumbled with surly embarrassment. “Do I?” Amelia replied. “Come on…” Emily whined, “Why do I have to say it every time!?” “Because you shouldn’t be embarrassed about your diapers, baby.” Amelia replied softly, “It’s best to normalise them.” “Who told you that? Catherine?” Emily snorted with derision. She didn’t have a lot of respect for most of the advice the therapist gave. “Did you want something?” Amelia asked. Emily sighed and looked up at the ceiling. This was so stupid. She felt like she was being treated like a child. Sure, she’d developed a problem but she wasn’t the only adult to have it. She was willing to bet not many other grown-ups had to behave this way. She didn’t want to go along with the stupid rules but Amelia had put her foot down after she’d had to scrub the couch cushion for a solid hour to get the stain out. Even then it was still faintly visible as a permanent reminder of Emily’s weakness. “I need a…” Emily fought with herself to get the word out, “A diaper change.” “Of course, go wait in your room and I’ll be there in a minute.” Amelia said. Emily turned away and as she did so she felt a hand patting the back of her skirt right where the diaper was. She immediately jumped away and turned around angrily. “Don’t do that!” Emily exclaimed in annoyance. Amelia simply giggled as she closed the office door again. Emily huffed and puffed as she turned back to the spare bedroom, a room that had been increasingly referred to as HER room. Amelia hadn’t invited her back to the master bedroom and Emily was too stubborn to ask for it. Emily made her way to the bedroom. A routine had developed where she got the towel, they put on the bed ready, and then laid down on top of it with nothing covering the diaper. Nothing made her feel quite as small as laying on the bed with her soaked diaper exposed waiting for Amelia. It seemed to take an age for Amelia to arrive at the bedroom. Certainly, it was longer than the promised minute and as she walked in Emily stared at her with annoyance. She doubted her wife would make a baby wait this long for a diaper change so… Emily stopped herself from that line of thought. Was she really comparing herself to a baby? “Right, let’s get you sorted. I have a work call in ten minutes so let’s get to it.” Amelia walked straight over to the chest of drawers on the opposite side of the room. The top drawer was where Emily’s underwear was kept. It wasn’t a place she liked to look; it was just full of diapers now. The panties she had used to wear had seemingly vanished completely. Amelia came over to the bed with a diaper in one hand and a tub of wipes in the other. She said nothing as she started to peel the tapes off the front of the padding. When it was lowered the smell of urine wafted around the room. “You need to be drinking more.” Amelia said. Emily rolled her eyes and looked away. As she did so she felt a rumble in her tummy that reminded her of something she needed to do before she was taped up in another crinkly prison. She sat up as the new diaper was unfolded. “I need to go to the toilet.” Emily quickly said. “Couldn’t you have just used the diaper?” Amelia asked with a weary sigh. “No!” Emily said with horror at the thought, “Besides you wouldn’t want to change that, right? It’s easier this way.” As Amelia said nothing but just looked at Emily the half-naked woman’s tummy rumbled menacingly again. Her control hadn’t improved and she needed to get to the toilet right away. She stood up and ran, naked, out of the room towards the bathroom. “Just don’t be too long!” Amelia called after her, “I’m supposed to be working!” Emily closed the bathroom door and sat down just in time. Once she was finished and cleaned up, she flushed the toilet and made her way back to the bedroom. She felt a sense of accomplishment and almost wished someone would praise her for making it to the toilet on time. Amelia had the diaper laid out and Emily sat on top of it. She had barely finished lying back when Amelia pulled the front up between her legs and taped it closed. Emily had to admit that even with it being done in a rush it was better than her wonky own efforts. “Right, come see me if you need the potty.” Amelia said as she quickly left the room to go back to her home office. “I wish you wouldn’t call it that…” Emily muttered as her cheeks glowed red. This whole situation was bad enough without Amelia using terms like that. Emily got dressed again. Next to the soaked diaper that had just come off this dry one felt very light and thin. She hadn’t worn panties in a while now and she wondered how strange they would feel after getting used to all this padding. Hopefully she would find out soon. Even though Emily’s problem had only gotten worse she still couldn’t countenance the idea that she might be in diapers for a long time, perhaps even forever. Emily left the bedroom feeling satisfied that her high-risk plan was still working. She had managed to avoid soiling herself by being smart and going during her changes, even if she didn’t feel the urgent need to go, she could usually force something out. However, with how little warning she got sometimes it didn’t feel like a strategy that could hold up long term. Her body was seemingly always on the brink of betraying her as evidenced by the little dribble of urine that soaked into the padding of her disposable as she headed back downstairs. --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m1cuafz5dm/chapter/5ab1e8fc-f73c-40ff-824f-a09d6f06756d https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1655694

Thank you I will say things will likely be coming to a head soon!

I don't mean to throw any shade here... But your wife is saying she doesn't want you doing any diaper stuff because she thinks you "can't control yourself"? I'm not sure I'm getting the right end of the stick but is she suggesting that she's not sure your children would be safe? How do you marry someone you think is a danger to kids? How do you HAVE KIDS with someone you think is a danger to kids? I'm sorry, I know the question of how a relationship can and can't survive partners being supportive of this fetish is a tricky one but I think this goes beyond it. You seem strangely passive with the ideas your wife is putting out there. If my partner implied something similar I would be so incredibly angry. It's one thing having a wife not agree with a fetish, it's quite another to have her believe you are a bad person for it. I don't know. Maybe I misunderstood things. If I did, I apologise. Vis a vis the fetish after having kids... I would say it's still very doable. Keep everything locked up, indulge when the kids are otherwise occupied and there is ZERO chance of being walked in on.

Out with the girls, Sam gets some new clothes... and more. She's ready to go home but it seems her new friends have more they want to do. --- Commissioned by: diaperboy187 --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 50+ stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and everything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- It felt like Sam’s last chance to change her mind. She followed Roxy out of the bathroom but if she went to her next class right then she would probably get away with a mild telling off. Roxy hurried towards an emergency exit door a little further up the corridor, whilst Sam looked back to where the classroom she should’ve been in was. She was sure all of her teachers, her old friends, Isabelle, her real family… hell, even Jess would be telling her to go to class and be the good girl she was supposed to be. She took one step towards the classroom. “Sam!” Roxy hissed from the other direction, “Come on!” Sam turned away from her classroom and hurried as fast as her small legs would take her towards Roxy who was holding the door open. Sam was told to follow Roxy as they went around the back of the buildings to a spot that was pretty well hidden from any prying eyes. Kerry and Jane were already there as Roxy and Sam arrived. “Wow, Sam, you actually came.” Kerry smirked, “What a naughty girl.” “Don’t tease her.” Roxy replied with a giggle, “She’s cool. Right, Sam?” Sam nodded her head but if she was honest she felt wildly out of her depth. The girls started talking and it was topics Sam had basically no experience in and, if she was honest, was making her uncomfortable. The main topic of conversation was sex. “So Mark really won’t go down on you?” Jane asked. “Yeah, he says he doesn’t like it.” Kerry replied rather glumly. “I bet he has no problem with you kneeling between his legs though.” Roxy snorted and shook her head. “If I were you I’d turn off the tap.” Jane said sagely, “Tell him that if he won’t do anything for you then you won’t do anything for him.” Sam’s friends had never talked about sex yet alone so openly and honestly. She was starting to realise just how sheltered her upbringing had been. Her friends were laughing and she joined in just to not stick out. Roxy reached into the handbag she carried around with her everywhere and pulled out a small box, she flipped open the top and Sam let out a little gasp of surprise. “Cigarette?” Roxy asked as she held the box out. Each of the other girls took a cigarette from the small packet and Roxy handed out a lighter. After Kerry and Jane took their first puffs Roxy turned to Sam and after a second of hesitation held out the cigarettes. “I… I don’t smoke.” Sam quickly said. The air in their small hidden space already felt like it was being polluted by the noxious smell of tobacco. “Have you ever tried?” Roxy asked. “Well, no, but-…” Sam started. “Then how do you know you won’t like it?” Roxy asked. Sam was pretty sure she wouldn’t like smoking. She had seen people doing it when she was at school before and had always looked down on them. She had seen people who had smoked for most of their lives coughing violently as they lit up another one. Her mother had been an occasional smoker and the smell had permeated their whole home. “Give her a break.” Kerry laughed, “She’s only little.” Kerry blew some smoke into the air and smirked whilst Jane chuckled to herself. She was leaning back against the wall, cigarette between two fingers and looking out towards the school car park, presumably the place they were most likely to get found from. Sam was on the other side and felt a little boxed in, she hated thinking that way though, these girls were so nice to her and potentially friends. “You should try one.” Roxy said as she held the small packet of cigarettes closer to Sam, “Everyone does it.” Sam recognised the obvious peer pressure she was being faced with. She had always thought she was too strong for it to really affect her, that she was too fiercely independent to get caught up in stuff like that. Yet as she stood with Roxy and the others she could feel a strong force telling her to go along with it. Just one cigarette couldn’t hurt, right? Smoke it to prove you can hang out with this friend group and then you won’t have to do it again. Isabelle would never have to know. “I guess…” Sam said slowly, “Just one.” Sam’s hand shook a little as she took the cigarette. It felt strange between her fingers, slightly soft yet firm. The lighter made a clicking noise as Roxy ignited it and held it out. The end of the cigarette started smoking as it burned orange. “Just put it between your lips, breathe it in and then… out.” Roxy demonstrated as she spoke. She blew the smoke into the air above Sam. Sam put the cigarette between her lips. She breathed it in and almost immediately started coughing and spluttering. The other girls laughed as Sam doubled over, her eyes watered and she pulled the cigarette away from her mouth. “Are you alright?” Roxy asked as Sam stood up straight again and rubbed her eyes. “Yeah…” Sam rasped. She looked at the cigarette again. “You’ll get used to it.” Jane said. Sam wasn’t sure she wanted to get used to it. She paused for a moment and then brought the cigarette up to her face again. This time she breathed in the smoke and did a better job of keeping it in for a second before breathing out. It didn’t feel good, her mouth tasted of ash and she felt the heat from the smoke in her lungs. “She’s getting it already.” Kerry said, “She’s a natural!” As the girls all smoked they continued to talk. Sam did her best to blend in but her innocence was pretty obvious to the others. At least they weren’t picking on her, she felt like one of the gang and that felt good. No matter how uncomfortable she felt at times it was worth it to not be an outcast. “My mom’s such a bitch.” Roxy said after a little while, “I saw this super cute top that I wanted to wear for my date with Paul, I bought it with my own money and then she tells me I can’t wear it out just because it showed a little belly.” “Doesn’t she know you’re eighteen?” Kerry asked. “She says as long as I live under her roof I have to abide by her rules.” Roxy shook her head. “So what did you do?” Jane asked. “I took the top with me and changed in Paul’s car.” Roxy laughed, “I wish she could’ve seen me when I had my tits out in front of Paul!” The girls all laughed. Sam knew a lot about having to follow other people’s rules. She was glad she wasn’t the only person who’d had to live with strict caretakers. Though being told not to wear a racy top was a little different from Isabelle’s rules about diapers. “You know, speaking of clothes…” Jane turned to Sam, “This just will not do.” “Huh?” Sam frowned. “You cannot be hanging around with us if you’re dressed like that.” Jane continued with a snort, “You may be kindergartener-sized but you don’t have to dress like one.” Sam looked down at herself. Her clothing was indeed very conservative, it was the same stuff she wore for middle school, and had been picked out by Isabelle. There was no denying it, she wasn’t dressed like the age she was supposed to be. When she compared her pastel colours and soft designs with Roxy and her friends the difference couldn’t be starker. The taller girls’ clothes were darkly coloured and edgy. “Yeah, did your mom pick out your clothes?” Kerry asked mockingly. Sam looked away. Just for something to do she brought the cigarette back between her lips and took another drag. She suppressed a cough as the smoke invaded her lungs. The truth was that Isabelle had picked out all of her clothes. As she was going through elementary and even middle school that had seemed to make sense but in high school it did feel a lot stranger. The conversation moved away from Sam, a fact she was very happy about, and back towards the girls’ preferred topics: sex, gossip and plans to party. Eventually she was saved by the bell, the small bit of the cigarette that was left was dropped to the floor and trodden on in imitation of Roxy next to her. “We’d better get back.” Roxy said as she handed out chewing gum to cover the smell of tobacco, “You know what Mr. James is like…” Sam was happy to get back on more well-known ground for her. Skipping class and smoking were not things she had ever imagined herself doing but she had to admit that, despite the anxiety, she had been having fun. It felt naughty to be doing what she did and she sensed an acceptance from the other girls, it was as if she had proved she could be one of them. As they approached their next classroom Roxy put up a hand and stopped. “Listen, we’re going to the mall after school.” Roxy said, “You should come. We can update your look.” “I don’t know if Isa-… Mom would like that.” Sam replied. “Come on.” Roxy said with a roll of her eyes, “Are you going to do what “Mommy” tells you forever? You’re an adult, right? Why should you have to ask permission?” Roxy didn’t know how right she was, Sam thought wryly. She was certainly an adult, she was actually several years older than the girls she had become desperate to impress. It didn’t feel that way though. “I suppose…” Sam said quietly. “Give me your address and I’ll swing by to pick you up.” Roxy said as she got her phone out. Sam hesitated for a second before giving out Isabelle’s address. Roxy saved it in her phone and then they all walked into class. They were late but Sam’s new friends didn’t seem to care, they just shrugged off the teacher’s disapproving comments. Sam sat beside Roxy at the back of the class. As she was getting her books out she looked over to see Roxy and her two friends touching up their make-up instead. --- “What do you mean you’re going out?” Isabelle asked as Sam took her shoes off. “I’m going out.” Sam answered, “With some friends.” “You’ve made friends already?” Isabelle asked with raised eyebrows. “You don’t have to sound so surprised…” Sam muttered. Sam had only just got in the door. She had taken the bus home and now knew she only had around half an hour before Roxy was going to turn up in her car. She had barely taken her bag off before Isabelle was asking her about her day. She knew it came from a place of concern but Sam was just annoyed by it. “Who are these friends?” Isabelle asked. “Just some girls…” Sam replied with a shrug “Uh huh.” Isabelle grunted. Sam started to climb the stairs. She needed to have a shower and get changed before Roxy arrived. She wanted to be ready as soon as possible, keeping Roxy waiting didn’t seem like a good idea. Not least because Isabelle might go out and start talking to her. “And where are you going?” Isabelle asked from the bottom of the stairs. “To the mall… god…” Sam’s frustration was obvious. Sam felt like an actual teenager again. Wanting to be independent but with a guardian who was hesitant to cut the apron strings. She washed herself and then got dressed in the most grown-up outfit she could find which wasn’t saying much. When she went back downstairs she found Isabelle looking through the living room window at the road with her lips pursed. “I’m not comfortable with you going out with people you only met today.” Isabelle said as Sam lingered in the doorway, “However, I understand that it is important for you to develop a sense of independence.” Sam nodded her head. Looking at the clock she could see Roxy would be pulling up at any minute. She started slipping her shoes back on as she anxiously awaited her friend’s arrival. When she heard a car pull up at the curb she hurried to the door and reached up to pull the handle. “Bye!” Sam called out as the door swung open. “Don’t be back late!” Isabelle walked out to the door as Sam hurried towards the car, “Call me if you need anything! Be safe!” Sam winced with each sentence. Isabelle’s over-protectiveness was clearly funny to Roxy, Kerry and Jane who snorted with laughter as Sam approached the car. The rear door on the vehicle swung open and Sam came to a sudden halt. The girls laughed again as they saw Sam’s reaction. Next to Kerry and Jane there was a toddler car seat, it was nearly identical to the one Isabelle had in her car. “W-What is this!?” Sam stuttered indignantly. “I borrowed it from my mom’s car.” Roxy said. She was grinning wildly, “It’s usually my little brother’s.” “But…” Sam whined. “Come on, it’s just a bit of fun.” Kerry said as she beckoned Sam to get into the car. After everything that had happened Sam didn’t want to just turn her back on the only people in high school who treated her like a normal person. With her cheeks blushing she stepped forwards and climbed into the car. It was a struggle to get into the special seat but Jane assisted her. The straps were done up and Sam did her best to laugh along with the others despite feeling so embarrassed. She certainly didn’t look back at Isabelle. “It does suit you…” Roxy said from the front seat with a little giggle. Everyone laughed. Sam felt a little hurt to start with but remembered when her friends at middle school had laughed in a similar way, it had been with her rather than at her. She tried to relax a little bit and joined in the laughter as best she could. “Alright, let’s get out of here.” Jane said from the seat across from Sam. Roxy reached forwards to the car’s music system which seemed to be hooked up to her phone. She touched something on the screen and music started blaring so loudly that Sam’s automatic reaction was to cover her ears. The fright caused a small trickle of urine to enter her pull-up but it wasn’t enough to be concerned about. She lowered her hands but saw Jane smirking at her reaction. The bass in the music seemed to make the whole car vibrate and conversation was impossible. Roxy pulled the car away from the curb and started speeding down the road at a pace Sam wasn’t entirely comfortable with. She tried to sit back in the seat and relax though it was impossible not to be a little tense with all that was going on. Her legs swung in the air as they were too short to reach the floor and she nervously played with the buckle the straps passed through. She just hoped she would appear cool enough for these girls. Sam couldn’t see out the window of the car, she was too short to do so, but if she could she would’ve seen Isabelle standing at the front door. Sam’s guardian was clearly uneasy with what she was seeing. The girls appeared rough, the music was too loud and the speed they disappeared down the street concerned her. She knew she needed to let Sam have independence, it was perhaps the most important part of Sam’s development. She couldn’t hold the girl’s hand forever after all. The ultimate goal of all this was to allow Sam to go home and have a normal life but the growing pains weren’t over. Sam had always been wilful and rebellious but putting her with these teenagers seemed to really be bringing out that side of her. Isabelle could only hope Sam had the tools to navigate these rough waters. --- Isabelle wasn’t the only person watching Sam leave. In a car further down the road the woman watched with a stony expression. She had seen the girls Sam had been hanging out with, had quickly judged them to be of poor character and known Sam shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near them. It was further evidence, if it were needed, that Sam needed to be back where she belonged. Isabelle was completely failing as a mother. Allowing Sam, the most delicate of babies, to believe she was a big girl was criminal. Letting Sam go off alone with such bad characters was unforgivable. As she watched the car Sam had climbed into pull away from the curb she did the same. Isabelle lingered almost long enough to cause a problem but she turned and stepped inside just as the woman went past. The woman followed the girls and felt her heart race. She was so close to her goal, so close to getting Sam and taking her to the nursery where she belonged. She could’ve spun the car in front out right there. In the confusion she could’ve run over and rescued Sam. With the triggers she could ensure compliance, so much of her work making Sam had been undone but she was sure those triggers remained. They were too deep, their roots too strong, to just be forgotten. The car in front was driven erratically by a driver that was either inexperienced, careless, or both. They drove straight through a stop sign and sped to avoid red lights. Each time something dangerous happened the woman’s grip on her steering wheel tightened. If anything happened to Sam she would never forgive herself, she would never forgive Isabelle for stealing her. This charade had gone on too long. The woman couldn’t wait forever. She would have to bring Sam home soon. The little girl may not understand it right away but in the long run she would be thankful that the woman cared enough to get her back. She would make Sam see that everything she did was to keep her safe. The poor girl couldn’t cope on her own and nothing showed that better than her poor choice of friends. --- You can read the next part of this story RIGHT NOW over on SubscribeStar and Ream: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lwt7udqa47/chapter/4f9db88d-5730-471d-ae69-6233cabab341 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1653325

Amelia takes some time to enjoy the fruits of her successes whilst Emily tops off a difficult appointment with her therapist with an more difficult time at home. --- Every update I post is available on my Ream and SubscribeStar pages one week before it is posted everywhere else. For $5 you can see everything I post before the rest of the diapered world. For $10 you can see every update early plus EVERY exclusive story I have written. That's 35 stories available ONLY on my subscription pages and nowhere else! I rely on my wonderful subscriber's support to be able to write like I do. Writing is my only income and the money I earn goes to help paying the bills, food and everything else my wife and I need. Everyone's support is HUGELY appreciated, without it I would have to find other work and I wouldn't be able to write nearly as much as I do, maybe at all. So thank you to everyone who checks out my subscriber pages and considers supporting me ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Amelia deserved an Oscar. That’s how she felt anyway. To sit in the driver’s seat with a straight face after everything that had happened that morning was the pinnacle of acting. She had grabbed the unexpected opportunity that morning with both hands. Finding out that Emily had wet the bed and leaked through the pull-up felt like a message from god that he approved of what she was doing. And why wouldn’t he approve? After all, Amelia wasn’t doing this for her own selfish reasons, not completely at least. Emily had a problem and she was refusing to deal with it. Sure, it was Amelia causing the issues but that was beside the point. Emily needed to take ownership of what was happening and since she was failing to do that, well, someone had to protect the furniture. “Do you want me to turn the radio up?” Amelia asked pleasantly as they sat at a red light. “No.” Emily grunted in response. “Really? I thought you liked this song.” Amelia was pushing Emily’s buttons like a child playing in an elevator. “I don’t care!” Emily exclaimed with a huff. “OK, OK…” Amelia shook her head and sighed, “No need to bite my head off, grumpy.” Amelia kept facing forwards as traffic started moving again but she glanced out of the corner of her eye to see that Emily was looking more annoyed than ever. The opportunity that had arose that morning? She hadn’t finished taking advantage of it yet. It was a mystery to Amelia why her wife was in such a mood. She’d looked so utterly adorable in her diaper and had received a mind-blowing orgasm, to Amelia that represented a good night. It was still sinking in that she had actually put Emily in the thicker disposable. It felt like she had been trying to craft circumstances for that to happen for a long time and then, all of a sudden, the opportunity presented itself gift-wrapped to her. Even now, sitting in the car and trying to maintain her poker face, Amelia could feel the wetness between her legs. She had been starved of in person diaper fun for so, so long. The anticipation of what could follow had her tingling with excitement. For now, though, Amelia needed to concentrate. She could worry about getting herself off when she was alone, she had to keep pushing those big red buttons in Emily’s head to make sure that once they arrived at Catherine’s office everything would be set up for success. Most people wouldn’t take pride in how manipulative they could be, Amelia wasn’t one of them. She was altruistic, everything she was doing was for the good of others and if she just so happened to benefit then that was great as well. The point was, everything she did was for herself, Emily, and Catherine. “Will you need a change before your appointment?” Amelia asked as they approached the building. “No! Of course not!” Emily practically shouted. Her annoyance bubbling right under the surface. “Well, I brought a change for you.” Amelia replied, “Just in case.” “I’m not a…” Emily tailed off. She seemed to think better finishing that sentence. When she continued speaking it was with clear annoyance, “You really think I can’t control myself for a few minutes!?” Amelia simply shrugged. She wasn’t even acting there. Thanks to the medication Emily had a pretty short trigger on her bladder and bowels. Amelia hadn’t seen Emily squirming so assumed she was still clean and dry but that just wasn’t something that could be taken for granted these days. “It’s touching to know you have so much faith in me.” Emily snorted as she turned as much as she could away from Amelia and towards the widow in her door. “I’m just trying to make sure you’re safe.” Amelia said. Apart from the radio the car was silent. That was OK with Amelia. Emily was so angry she practically had steam coming out of her ears. She couldn’t control what happened when Emily went into the office, she could only set the dominos up and wait to see how they fell. Turning into the car park Amelia drove past several empty parking spots to stop at a secluded one in the corner. She switched off the engine and took a look at her watch. They were five minutes late which was honestly not as bad as she expected after all the fireworks that morning. Emily didn’t hang around and opened her door. Amelia looked over and tried to suppress a smile at seeing the tell-tale roundness of her wife’s ass, it took all of her willpower out to reach out and touch it. “I’ll wait here.” Amelia called out behind Emily. “Whatever.” Emily replied as she stalked away. Again, Amelia had to force herself not to smile in case Emily looked back at her. The diapered woman was walking with a waddle. Maybe it wasn’t something most people would immediately pick up on but to Amelia it was very obvious indeed. Amelia waited in the car. A minute after Emily had disappeared inside, she started unbuckling her pants. There was a reason she had chosen this parking spot that she knew was hidden from view in nearly every direction. After getting herself so worked up diapering her wife she felt like she was about to explode, she needed to relieve that tension. Adjusting how she was sitting and reclining her seat a little, Amelia slipped a hand down the front of her jeans. Her pussy felt like it was on fire and her finger immediately felt the wetness that dampened her skin and was soaking through her panties. If she were any wetter, she would be the one requiring diapers, she thought to herself with a smile. Amelia went straight to work. She started rubbing little circles around her clit as she looked out the windows of the car. She was well out the way of the usual thoroughfare but, if anything, the risk of being caught turned her on even more. She couldn’t stop replaying the diapering she had done and thinking what it might mean for the future. With closed eyes Amelia remembered everything about the diapering process. The way the thick padding felt in her hands, the sounds of it crinkling as she unfolded it, the way it hugged Emily’s body… A shiver went through Amelia. She was giving herself up to the pleasure now. Her free hand joined the other and started dipping past her labia to her vagina. It had been a long time since she had felt this turned on by anything, it felt like she was about to explode. Throwing caution to the wind Amelia reclined her seat back and lifted her legs so they were on the edge of her seat. If anyone came over now, she would have no way of hiding what she was doing. The risk turned her on even more. With closed eyes Amelia’s mind shifted the scene that had played out that morning. She started mixing Emily’s diapering with things that had happened in the past with Catherine. Her mind flitted back and forth from her most recent experience to her favourite memories of college. The two halves started to collide until she was imagining all sorts of wild things involving all three of them. In the end Amelia’s mind settled on a scene of her and Catherine on the bed. She was going down on the therapist in a similar way that she had with Emily, although the mechanics were obviously different, and her lover was moaning wildly. A smile tugged at her lips as she imagined looking to the side and seeing Emily watching on forlornly. Her diaper bulging out under a very short skirt as she watched her wife be intimate with another but doing nothing to stop it. The pressure built up fast, deep in Amelia’s body. She started to thrust her hips into her fingers, she could feel her excitement leaking on to the seat below her and finally she came. Her hips lifted off the seat and her body twisted to the side as she felt her pussy contract against her fingers. She gasped several times as she imagined her slutty she must’ve looked. Her legs shook as she surfed the edge of the climax for as long as she could manage it before slumping back down. After a few seconds recovering her breath Amelia remembered where she was. She quickly started getting herself back together. She pulled her panties back up and immediately felt just how wet they were. She bit her lip as she wondered if Emily was wet already too, only her dampness would’ve been caused by something very different. Amelia had no change of clothes and as tempting as putting on the spare diaper was, she resisted. Amelia raised the chair back into its normal position and wiped her fingers with some napkins she had in the centre console. She checked herself in the rear-view mirror and could say she was noticeably red in the face. At least no one seemed to have noticed her activities and she opened a window to air the car out a little. --- “You seem angrier than usual today. Is there any reason for that?” Catherine asked. “Yes. There are lots of them actually.” Emily replied. With her arms folded in front of her chest. “Would you like to talk about them?” Catherine continued. “No.” Emily answered shortly. “Well, what would you like to talk about instead?” Catherine asked patiently. Emily looked way. It was had to concentrate on anything when the only thing she could think about was the warmth in her diaper. She had barely made it into the building before her body started sounding the alarm about needing to evacuate her bladder. With her diaper, getting to the bathroom in time was next to impossible, she didn’t even try. it had been a very strange sensation, both very similar and very different to her experiences with the pull-ups. The diaper was much bulkier and swelled up much more, the warmth was more noticeable and didn’t seem to be cooling off. Now she was sitting on the soft couch feeling the warm padding getting pressed up against her body. “Is it about the problems you mentioned last time?” Catherine asked. “Huh? What? Why would you say that?” Emily was broken from her thoughts and reacted defensively. “You just seem distracted.” Catherine smiled. “I’m fine. Alright? No problems here. Everything is sunshine and rainbows.” Emily threw her hands up. “Emily, I can understand that you are frustrated but…” Catherine started. “Oh, I’m so happy you can understand it!” Emily exclaimed petulantly, “Fat lot of good that does me…” Emily leaned against the side of the couch and then quickly sat up again when she realised her shirt was riding up. She knew none of this was Catherine’s fault and yet she found it hard to not take her anger out on the therapist. When she was in a bad mood Catherine’s soft tone of voice came across as patronising and condescending. Her general anger and frustration found a focal point in Catherine. “I thought you were supposed to be helping me.” Emily continued after a small pause. She didn’t conceal her anger. “So, the problem hasn’t got any better?” Catherine asked. “No!” Emily shouted. She almost had to laugh, “It very much hasn’t!” Emily grabbed one of the pillows that she was sitting next to and in a fit of impotent rage threw it at the floor. She had got angry in therapy before, but that was the first time she’d done something like that and as she looked back up at Catherine, she saw that something in the therapist’s face had changed. Catherine remained silent. Emily waited for her to say something but instead she looked down at the cushion with pursed lips. The way the therapist was drawing attention to her moody behaviour was only serving to annoy Emily more. She stood up and grabbed her jacket. “You know what? Screw all this!” Emily exclaimed, “Nothing you’ve said has helped me! I came to you absolutely fine and now I’m in a dia-…” Emily stopped but she could tell from Catherine’s raised eyebrows that she had let too much slip already. She pursed her lips and turned away. Without a backwards glance she stomped to the door, threw it open and then slammed it closed behind her hard enough to cause shelves nearby to shake. Normally, Emily would stop at the reception desk to arrange her next appointment but this time she stormed straight out of the building and went towards the car. The added thickness between her legs was forcing her thighs apart and forcing her into a slight waddle. Amelia looked surprised as Emily walked around the car and opened the passenger side door. “You’re early.” Amelia said as Emily closed the door behind her. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Emily replied as she looked pointedly out the window. “Alright.” Amelia replied as she turned the car on. Emily didn’t say a word for the whole drive home. She was in a very bad mood pretty much everything anyone did was just annoying her more. About halfway home Emily felt her bladder giving her a brief warning, she wondered if she could hold it but it soon became obvious that there was no chance of making it home. She shuddered as she lost control shortly afterwards. She tried not to make it obvious what was happening as her already wet diaper swelled even further. The warmth spreading up the front and back of the disposable. Emily bitterly realised that the diaper was already proving its worth, there would’ve been no way a pull-up would’ve held her two accidents. As soon as the car stopped in the driveway Emily got out. When she stood up, she felt the heavy underwear sag between her legs a little. The plastic that she could feel with her legs had been pulled smooth and the wet heat was impossible to ignore. She wanted the diaper off immediately but that raised problems of its own. The last thing Emily wanted to do was make it obvious she had soaked the diaper. “I’ll make us some lunch.” Amelia said, “Do you want to find us something to watch?” “Sure.” Emily replied. As Emily sat down on the couch she felt her diaper squelch underneath her. She had to admit she was grudgingly impressed with its ability to hold several accidents. The pull-ups started faltering after one small accident but it felt like these bulky diapers could hold a heck of a lot more. There was something a little comforting in that thought. Emily shook her head to clear away any positive thoughts she might have about the diapers. She couldn’t allow herself to accept they were needed. They were for babies and that was something she absolutely was not. This was all just a blip and soon she would be back to normal and could forget this whole episode. It was just as Amelia came walking back into the living room with a tray that Emily felt her tummy rumble. She knew from past experience what that meant and as impressed as she was with the diaper’s ability to soak up her accidents, she had no intention of pooping herself… again. “Did you find some-… Emily? Where are you going?” Amelia asked. Emily had bolted up from the couch and was running to the stairs. She could feel the familiar increase of pressure on her bowels, sand was falling through the invisible hourglass counting down to when she couldn’t hold on anymore. She made a beeline for the bathroom and pulled off her pants before she even reached the door. She waddled inside with the heavy diaper beneath her swaying forwards and backwards with each step. Emily whimpered as she felt her sphincter tremble. She pawed at the Velcro tapes until she could pull her diaper down to her knees. She dropped back on to the toilet just in time, before her butt had even touched the seat she could hear splashing below. Emily let out a sigh of relief. It had been a close call but she had made it. Once Emily was finished, she cleaned up and then looked down at the diaper. She could see the yellow insides of the padding where she had so thoroughly wet it. Her first thought was to take it off and get a new one, or perhaps even one of the pull-ups in defiance of her wife. Emily was still thinking about it when she heard footsteps coming upstairs. There was no time, she couldn’t let Amelia see the embarrassing state of her diaper. Emily thought that had wife already had lost so much respect for her since the accidents started, if Amelia saw how wet she was she didn’t think the situation would be recoverable, her wife would never see her as a normal grown-up adult again. “Emily?” Amelia called as she climbed, “Is everything OK?” Emily pulled the diaper back up and over her hips. She quickly taped it closed and shuddered, after being exposed to the air the padding inside had cooled dramatically, instead of being warm and comfortable it felt cold and gross. She quickly retrieved her pants and had just finished pulling them up when Amelia emerged at the top of the stairs. “Sorry. Needed the bathroom.” Emily quickly said. Her face was red and she could feel herself panting slightly from the quick movements. “OK.” Amelia replied with a smile. She glanced down at Emily’s waist before walking into the bathroom herself. Emily looked down and saw the waistband of the disposable poking up and out from her pants. She pursed her lips and pulled her pants a little higher to try and hide it. Still, despite the embarrassment, she felt a sense of victory. She’d made it to the toilet and managed to avoid embarrassing herself. “Emily, honey, next time you use the toilet try to remember to flush…” Amelia called out from the bathroom. Emily closed her eyes as her shoulders slumped. As Amelia flushed the toilet herself Emily waddled back downstairs and into the living room where her lunch was waiting. She noticed that she hadn’t done nearly as good of a job on taping the diaper up as her wife. The tapes were crooked, the padding felt loose and lopsided. Amelia came down shortly afterwards and they watched television together, it almost felt like a normal everyday situation. “I need to log on to my work computer and do a few things.” Amelia said after checking her phone for the time, “Will you be alright on your own?” “Of course.” Emily replied with exasperation. She hated how much it felt like her wife was treating her like a kid these days. Amelia left the room and headed upstairs to her office. Emily stretched out on the couch and laid down. The morning had been particularly stressful for her, she was still annoyed about therapy and as she closed her eyes, she felt like she had earned herself a nap. She let out a yawn as she rolled over to face away from the television. Emily had no idea how long she had been lying there. It felt like one second, she was facing the back of the couch and drifting into dreamland and the next she herd Amelia exclaiming and waking her with a start. “Again!? On the couch too!?” Amelia’s raised voice said. Emily didn’t need to open her eyes to know what the problem was. She could feel it. The cold dampness over her thigh and the uncomfortable wet patch underneath her, a patch apparently so big and obvious that even Amelia could see it. Her eyes shot open but she didn’t move. She was frozen. Surely it hadn’t happened again. Emily desperately wanted this to be a nightmare because waking up after being found wetting herself in her sleep twice in a day was beyond embarrassing. Whilst still trying to work out what she should do Emily felt a hand go roughly between her legs. She gasped as Amelia heavily pressed the diaper against her skin, like a sponge it felt like more urine was pressed out of it. “Stand up.” Amelia ordered as she removed her now wet hand. Emily didn’t know what to say or do so she slowly complied. As she got up off the couch, she could see that this wasn’t a small leak, it looked like one whole cushion was stained. She felt her face going red with shame. As much as the diaper could hold, she’d still managed to push it too far. “I… I don’t know what happened…” Emily said with a voice choked with shame. “You appear to be showing me you can’t be trusted to take care of your own diapers.” Amelia replied. She didn’t sound angry as much as she was exasperated. “That’s not true!” Emily realised her position was weak but it wouldn’t stop her arguing, “It was just an accident!” “Just an accident...” Amelia shook her head as she looked at the cushion and saw just how much damage had been done, “And how many accidents has it been now? How many mattresses and cushions am I going to have to throw out?” Emily cringed. She felt like a little girl who had let her mother down. It didn’t feel like her fault, it wasn’t like she was doing this on purpose after all. She could feel tears filling her eyes but she begged herself not to start crying like an overgrown baby. When Amelia looked away from Emily and closer at the couch the leaking woman took the opportunity to wipe her eyes. “Right, take your pants off.” Amelia ordered brusquely. “I, erm… Right here?” Emily asked. “Yes, I’m not having you traipsing through the house dripping everywhere!” Amelia said with a deep breath. “But I…” Emily started trying to think of an excuse to save a little of her dignity but it was too late for that. Amelia reached down and pulled on Emily’s wet pants. Emily just closed her eyes, she felt so embarrassed steam must’ve been coming from her ears. She didn’t dare look at Amelia who must’ve been expecting the damage. When she felt a hand cupping the bottom of the soaked diaper to feel the weight she wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. “Oh my god.” Amelia said. She sounded almost breathless, “This thing is utterly soaked!” Emily whimpered. She wasn’t wrong but hearing it said out loud made it feel a lot worse. The worst part was that it wasn’t like with the pull-ups where she had chosen to rush to the bathroom. This time she hadn’t had a choice. Her accidents had happened when she couldn’t reach a toilet on time. She had soaked her diaper like a baby because she couldn’t hold back the flood. “And why are the tapes like that?” Amelia asked, “The whole thing is loose. I didn’t put it on you like that.” “I… I…” Emily’s lip trembled. She had held back the tears to save her dignity but now that her diaper was being so critically examined that dignity had flown out the window, “I took it off to use the toilet…” “And THIS is how you put it back on?” Amelia sounded almost amused, “Not only have you drenched your diaper but you’ve left it so loose no wonder it leaked.” Emily usually reacted to embarrassment by going on the offensive but this incident seemed to have broken her. She just wanted to be out of this uncomfortable and heavy diaper. There was no way she could try and claim this was someone else’s fault no matter how much she might want to. “Right, step out of your pants and take that diaper off.” Amelia said as she stood up straight again, “And go get showered. I think from now on it would be best if you don’t touch your diapers.” --- If you enjoyed this and would like to see the next part of the story RIGHT NOW you can do so on my SubscribeStar and Ream pages: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m1cuafz5dm/chapter/7e2c7cbd-099c-4b38-92bf-ae4cfeda8ae3 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1643801

I wanted to wish everyone of you a Merry Christmas (and a Happy Holidays for everyone else!) and a Happy New Years! I plan to do another blog post before the year is out as a retrospective. But for now, I just have an image from the upcoming Livy's New Family comic that I am creating along with my friend and illustrator Britisher. So... Have a first look at Livy and, once again, have a Merry Christmas. I wish full diapers and stockings for all. I wanted to wish everyone of you a Merry Christmas (and a Happy Holidays for everyone else!) and a Happy New Years!

I wanted to wish everyone of you a Merry Christmas (and a Happy Holidays for everyone else!) and a Happy New Years! I plan to do another blog post before the year is out as a retrospective. But for now, I just have an image from the upcoming Livy's New Family comic that I am creating along with my friend and illustrator Britisher. So... Have a first look at Livy and, once again, have a Merry Christmas. I wish full diapers and stockings for all.

The following is a preview of a BRAND NEW 50+ page story exclusive for people on my Ream and SubscribeStar --- Writing is my true passion and my only source of income. All the money I make goes to paying bills and buying food and I'm tremendously grateful to everyone who gives my writing a chance https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Sam’s Christmas at Home By Elfy Sam shifted in her seat nervously. The further they had driven the more she had been fidgeting. Yet another Christmas song came on the radio, they’d heard so many she felt like she was going mad. There should’ve been some sort of law preventing it. “What’s the matter?” Bea asked from the driving seat next to her. “Just… worried.” Sam replied. “Still anxious about seeing your parents?” Bea asked. “You don’t know what they’re like.” Sam leaned her head back against the seat. “That’s why I wanted to visit, silly.” Bea said with a smile, “We’re nearly there now anyway. Fifteen minutes away according to the sat nav.” If it had been purely Sam’s decision, they would have found an excuse and stayed at college. She could picture it, her and Bea snuggling under the covers with each other, mugs of hot chocolate, terrible Christmas sweaters and a film or two. Instead, she found herself at the tail end of a long car journey to her parents. Parents she had tried to warn her girlfriend about in vague terms, but she had never been able to tell her what they are really like. “It’s just my parents can be a bit… weird.” Sam said. “You think they won’t like you having a girlfriend?” Bea asked. “Oh, no, they’re fine about that.” Sam quickly clarified, “It’s something else.” “Are you going to tell me what?” Bea asked with a chuckle, “Or are you going to just keep being cryptic?” “It’s too do with my size.” Sam said with a sigh, “They’ve always been weird about it.” “Ah.” Bea said. It was true. If there was one striking thing about Sam, it was her size. Despite being an adult, she was still the size of a toddler, as a child she had simply stopped growing and doctors were baffled as to why. That was why she was now sitting in a car seat; the in-built seatbelts were just too big for her. At least Bea had managed to get it fitted to the front passenger seat instead of in the back. Sam’s whole childhood was essentially a battle to show her parents she was indeed mature despite the visual evidence to the contrary. Their thinking always seemed to be that if she was the size of a toddler then she could be treated like one. College had represented the escape she had needed in that regard. And college is where Sam found Bea. Bea, or Beatrice to give her the full name she insists no one uses, shared classes with Sam and it didn’t take long for the two of them to hit it off. Romance was something Sam always struggled with, thanks to her size, but Bea was undeterred, rather refreshingly she treated Sam as if there was nothing unusual about her at all. That was a year ago and they had been almost inseparable ever since. Sam had used up all her excuses to avoid taking Bea home to show her parents and there they were, rapidly approaching the house. She had been trying for a while to get Bea to understand that her parents had some strange ideas about her but Bea, who always believed the best in people, didn’t seem to get it. All Sam could do was pray for the best. Arriving at the house, Sam looked out at the Christmas lights tinkling away around the edges of the roof. It was like going back in time, every year her father would set up the lights and decorations in exactly the same way, it was like she had stepped into an unwanted memory. She suppressed a shudder that had nothing to do with the blast of cold air that came through the car as Bea opened the door and stepped out. Her shiver was down to a combination of memories and anxieties. “It’s just a couple of days.” Sam muttered to herself in the otherwise empty car, “You’ve built it up into a bigger problem than it really is. It’s not like it’s going to be what it was like… before.” The car seat may have been mandatory thanks to her lack of size, but Sam still resented the fact that they hadn’t found one that she could undo herself. She was trapped against the high-backed chair with her legs dangling in front of her and a whole web of straps criss-crossing her chest and tummy. The door next to her opened and Bea leaned down with a smile. She planted a kiss on Sam’s forehead as she pressed the button that caused the clips to release. Sam was quick to hop off the seat and out of the car. She closed the door behind her and looked up to the house. Hopefully her parents hadn’t seen the car seat, the last thing they needed was to have their strange view that she was just a child confirmed. “Can you help me with the bags?” Bea asked as she opened the trunk of the car. “Sure.” Sam replied. One problem with which Sam had to battle almost every day was that nobody made adult things in her size. It meant she essentially had to choose between stuff that was far too big for her or stuff that was otherwise for children. It was because of this that a lot of her wardrobe included kids’ clothes. She always looked for the most “grown up” things she could find but the choice wasn’t great. It also meant her suitcase was a hot pink rather than a more traditional muted colour. It was the only one she could find that she would be able to pull along herself and that didn’t have any childish writing or pictures on. Even though they had arrived late in the evening, and it was already dark, Sam felt like her cheeks were glowing. “Ready?” Bea asked once she had pulled out her own suitcase. “No.” Sam muttered in reply. “Relax. What’s the worst that can happen?” Bea asked with a chuckle. Sam didn’t feel like she could adequately answer that question. Instead, she turned away and started pulling her suitcase towards the house, the little wheels making a loud noise as they rolled over the concrete. It was December 23rd and even as they approached the door Sam could hear Christmas music from inside. Another aspect of their visit that transported her straight back to the past. Sam couldn’t reach the doorbell, so Bea leaned over her and pressed it herself. They heard the chimes in the hallway and waited. It wasn’t long until Sam heard the footsteps of her parents rapidly coming to the door. She took a deep breath as the door opened. “Hi mom, hi da-… Hey!” Sam didn’t get to finish her greeting. It was her mother who reached her first. With a squeal of excitement, she leant down and picked Sam up as if she weighed nothing at all. Sam exclaimed as she was twisted through the air and pulled into a tight embrace by her mother. Any hope that her absence had caused her parents to change how they acted disappeared immediately as she was practically smothered in kisses. “Put me down!” Sam demanded as she was sat on her mother’s hip. “Oh, baby, it’s so good to see you!” Sam’s mom replied, completely ignoring her daughter’s protests, “And you must be Bea! We’ve been dying to meet you! Please, come in!” Sam looked out at Bea who was staring back with wide eyes and a forced smile. Going red in the face, Sam struggled to be put down but her mom’s grip on her was too strong. Eventually she gave up. She had always told Bea she had hated when people picked her up, she didn’t even like Bea doing it, now her girlfriend was finding out exactly why. “Hi, Mr and Mrs. Davies.” Bea said from the doorway. “Please, we’re all family. I’m Edith and that’s Phil.” Sam’s mom replied, “Now come on in, we don’t want you catching a cold.” Edith started walking away from the door as Phil helped bring the bags in. Sam was still being carried on her mom’s hip as she was taken into the living room which was decorated as it always was. The large tree in the corner was sagging under the weight of lights, tinsel and baubles, whilst more tinsel bordered the room. Truly, nothing had changed from the last Christmas Sam had spent at home. “You can put me down now.” Sam muttered through clenched teeth. “Hmm? Oh, it’s just so much easier to talk to you like this. I don’t have to hurt my back bending down.” Edith replied, “But, if you insist.” Sam was finally put back on the ground. Bea had left the bags in the hallway but followed Phil into the living room. Sam found herself unable to look her girlfriend in the eye. They’d been there for just a couple of minutes and already she felt totally humiliated and ready to go home. “Was it a difficult trip?” Phil asked. “Oh, not really.” Bea replied, “I enjoy driving really, and I had great company.” “Well, everyone sit down, I’ll make us all some hot chocolate, alright?” Phil said. He left the room before waiting for an answer. Bea took a seat on the couch underneath the window. There were two armchairs on the opposite side of the room and Edith sank into one of those. It was a little trickier for Sam. The couch cushions were almost the same height that she was. She tried to climb up, slipping her foot in the crack underneath the seat to give herself leverage. “Do you want some help?” Bea asked quietly. “No.” Sam muttered in response, “Thank you.” It took a long minute for Sam to get up and sit down next to her girlfriend. In all that time no one said anything, she was sure the other two women spent it watching her climb. She scooted back so she was against the back of the couch and her feet just barely hung over the edge at the front. “We have a wooden step back at the dorm.” Bea said to fill the silence, “To help with things… like… this.” Bea sputtered to a stop when she saw the way Sam was pouting up at her. The last thing Sam wanted her parents to hear was how they had adapted things for her height. It had always been a sore point for her, mostly because her parents’ way of dealing with Sam’s height was to essentially act like she had stopped aging the moment she stopped growing. There was an awkward silence. Sam folded her arms across her chest and returned to face the television against the wall. It was on, and showing some old black and white Christmas film, but the volume was turned down to the point it was almost muted. Somehow the trip was already going worse than she had thought it might. “Here we go.” Phil said as he came into the room with a tray of steaming mugs. To be accurate there were three steaming mugs and a bright pink plastic sippy cup. Sam’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. She couldn’t believe her parents still had this stuff. She hadn’t told Bea exactly what her home life had been like before college, preferring to just allude to certain things, there was no way Bea could’ve guessed that things went quite like this though. “A… sippy cup?” Bea asked as she stared down at Sam. “She can’t reach the table.” Phil said as he sat down in his own seat, “The cup won’t spill anything, liquid only comes out if she sucks on it.” “Like a baby bottle.” Edith added unhelpfully. “Oh. Right.” Bea replied. Sam saw it again. The fake, exaggerated smile that Bea wore when she wasn’t sure how else to react. Sam looked away and placed her drink on the arm of the couch next to her. There was no way she would be able to drink from it now, not with everyone watching. Sam realised, as her parents and Bea started engaging in small talk, that she should’ve told her girlfriend more about what her family was like. She had been trying to spare herself embarrassment by not talking about her time growing up but that had just made everything more of a shock. After a few minutes where she was lost in thought and just trying to go unnoticed, she took her sippy cup, without thinking, and put the little tip to her mouth. She sucked and felt some delicious hot chocolate fill her mouth. Bea’s eyes kept flicking down to her, Sam knew that. She would have to try and explain more later. In the end she was glad when Bea hinted that she was tired from her drive and Sam’s parents said they would show the couple up to their room. As Phil and Bea went to get the bags, Edith walked over to Sam. “No, mom!” Sam said as her face went red, “I don’t want to be carried.” “But I never get to hold you anymore, baby.” Edith said with an exaggerated frown. “I’m not a baby…” Sam had uttered that exact same line so many times whilst growing up. “Fine, fine.” Edith held out her hands, “I wouldn’t want to disrupt the peace over Christmas.” “Thank you.” Sam said with a sigh of relief as she shuffled forwards on the couch and dropped to the floor. Sam was the last out of the living room. Her father and Bea were the first two to head up the stairs, Edith followed and then, at the back of the convoy, was Sam. She looked up at the railing and frowned. “You got rid of the stair lift?” Sam asked. “Well, we didn’t think we would need it anymore.” Edith replied, “If you need help then I could…” “No, mom.” Sam cut her off. Growing up, the stairs had obviously been a huge challenge for Sam and clambering up and down them wasn’t something she wanted to do often. Her mother, despite her assurances to the contrary, wasn’t always around to help her when she needed it either. Eventually, Phil and some of his friends from work had installed a lift on the stairs. It was much like the kind of thing you would see to help people with wheelchairs, or the elderly. It had been a huge help for Sam, and although she always hated when allowances had to be made for her size, she couldn’t deny that it greatly helped her quality of life. Now, however, it was gone. The stairs were like a mountain for Sam. Each step was above her knee meaning she had to awkwardly clamber up each one. It was both embarrassing and extremely tiring, Sam was never one to stay physically fit. About a third of the way up and seeing how many steps still stretched out in front of her, Sam laid down and accepted defeat, as humiliating as it was. “Mom…” Sam called out. She saw her mom’s head appear over the banister above her, “Could you…” “Of course!” Edith said immediately. It was like she had known what Sam would need and was only too eager to help. Edith used to say she was lucky, that there was a day when every parent would pick their child up for the last time and they wouldn’t know when that was, for her, that day would never come. Sam didn’t consider it particularly lucky, but she slowly got to her feet and allowed herself to be scooped up into Edith’s arms again. At the top of the stairs Sam saw that her dad and Bea were waiting by the door to her old bedroom. To her embarrassment she saw that the door still had the “Sam’s Room!” sign she had painted as a kid, surrounded by butterflies and hearts. “This is so cute!” Bea said with a big toothy smile. “You can put me down now.” Sam said to her mother who plainly wasn’t listening as she did nothing to loosen her grip on her daughter. Sam turned back to the door again, “Wait a minute, you redecorated my room, right?” “No, why would we do that?” Phil asked. He had gripped the door handle, and Sam felt her heart skip a beat. “W-Wait!” Sam said quickly, “We’ll stay in the spare bedroom instead!” “Your father turned that into a home office.” Edith said. “Oh God…” Sam buried her face into her mom’s shoulder. She heard the handle get pulled and the door start to open. “I don’t understand…” Bea said. She turned to the doorway, “I’d love to see… where… Oh.” Sam was carried forwards and as she hesitantly looked up and saw the room, she let out an embarrassed moan. Indeed, nothing had changed. It seemed like no one had entered the room since the last time Sam had stayed in it. When she had left for college, she had made her parents promise they would redecorate. Clearly, they hadn’t gotten around to it yet… The room had remained unchanged from the day Sam had stopped growing. Instead of a bed, there was a crib. She had lost count of the number of times she had practically begged for a proper bed, but her parents said as long as she fit the crib they didn’t see the point in spending the money. The problem with being sized like a toddler was that it was apparently easy for her parents to forget that she was actually older. That meant even when she asked for a new bed for her birthday she was denied because mom and dad knew better. It was also why the changing table was still set up and fully stocked. Sam desperately didn’t want to explain that to her girlfriend, but Bea was already staring at it with a frown. Nothing else in the room was appropriate for Sam’s age either. Whilst her friends grew up and got young adult books and computers, Sam still had her dolls and stuffies. As Sam’s friends became teenagers and got make-up, Sam still had her toy vanity desk. It was a major part of her growing isolated from her peers in school, it was very difficult to connect with them when they were all talking about the popular vampire TV show and Sam was still watching cartoons. The one thing that had been altered to reflect that Sam was in her twenties and bringing her girlfriend home was the camp bed set up for Bea. Sam sighed, even with her small size there would be no way they could both fit on it. “I can’t believe this…” Sam muttered in shame as she hid her face in her hands, “You didn’t even re-paint the walls.” “You always loved pink.” Edith said airily. “I didn’t…” Sam whined. It was half-true. She actually quite liked pink, she just wished that it wasn’t practically the only colour she saw in her bedroom. “It’s, erm…” Bea started but clearly had nowhere to go with it, so she stopped again. Sam was carried over to the crib but wasn’t lowered in. Her mother seemed to hesitate and looked towards the changing table a couple of times. Sam looked up and rapidly shook her head. As embarrassing as literally everything that was happening was, that would be a step further than she could cope with. “Are you sure?” Edith asked doubtfully. “I can ask Bea if I need help…” Sam muttered. “It would be a lot easier if you…” Edith continued. “Mom!” Sam exclaimed a lot louder, “No!” At least Sam was getting her way on one thing. Edith lowered Sam into the crib as the bags were placed in the room. Bea sat on the edge of the camp bed and looked around as if still not quite believing where she was. “Well, we’ll leave you girls to it.” Phil said as he walked over to Edith and put his arm around her shoulders, “And don’t worry, I convinced your mother to take out the monitors.” “I still don’t know if that’s a good idea…” Edith said with a furrowed brow. “They’ll be fine, dear.” Phil said with a smile, “Goodnight girls.” “Goodnight.” Sam and Bea replied simultaneously. Sam sat in the crib and watched through the bars as her parents left the room. The door was closed behind them and Sam dropped on to her back. It was a mistake, it meant she could see the mobile above her, it was blessedly stationary at least. There was an awkward silence. Sam knew Bea probably had more questions than all the exams she had taken in her life put together. She shifted on the mattress and felt the plastic sheet underneath her crinkle slightly, a sound that reminded her of countless nights in this very crib looking forward to the day she would get out. She couldn’t believe that despite it all she was back in there again. “So, erm, do you want to talk about it?” Bea asked after a little while. “No?” Sam replied. “We really should.” Bea continued, “Like, I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but this is all a bit weird. I know you said your parents had some weird ideas but…” “Yeah, sorry, I should’ve warned you.” Sam finally sat up and looked out at Bea, “God, I’m so embarrassed.” “Maybe you should tell me everything now.” Bea suggested. She stood up and walked over to the crib, she put her elbows out and laid her forearms on the top bar, using her hands to rest her chin, “So there are no more surprises.” “Fine…” Sam sighed deeply, “But no laughing at me or anything?” “I would never laugh at you.” Bea replied earnestly. “Well, it all started when I was a little kid…” Sam started. Sam laid everything out. She avoided looking at Bea, every time she did so she found her throat swelling with shame, instead she looked straight ahead to the foot of the crib. She told her girlfriend about the how she was treated like she couldn’t do anything for herself and had to fight for any independence from her well-meaning parents. Bea remained silent the whole time. Sam wasn’t sure if she was just letting Sam get everything off her chest or didn’t know how to respond to such a bizarre history. “So, yeah, any time I struggled with something my parents would take it as a sign that I “wasn’t ready to grow up” and would use it as an excuse to treat me… well, like this.” Sam gestured around the room. This caused Bea to lift her head and look around again. “What were you and your mom talking about earlier? When you said I could help you if you needed it?” Bea said. Sam hesitated. She had mostly been completely honest but perhaps she had told a rather large lie by omission. She bit her bottom lip. The most embarrassing part of her upbringing was something she hadn’t dared to say out loud. She looked over to the changing table against the far wall. “Diapers.” Sam muttered so quietly that even if Bea had her ears inches away, she probably wouldn’t have heard her. “What was that?” Bea asked. “She was talking about… Well, it’s just… Look…” Sam was falling over her words and going red. She had no idea how she was supposed to admit this to another person, “W-When I’m in the crib it can be… hard to get out if I need to.” “Uh huh.” Bea motioned for Sam to go on when she had stopped talking. “Well, you know I have a small bladder and…” Sam wanted to hide under her covers and left alone, “The changing table isn’t for show.” “Oh, you mean…” Bea started. “Yes.” Sam said quickly. Cutting her off before she could say anything more. Sam didn’t want to say any more. She was sure Bea could infer everything she needed to know. Sam had indeed spent a majority of her time at home in diapers. Even when she had successfully potty-trained Sam had often been put in diapers at home because it was so much hassle carrying her up to the bathroom all the time, her small bladder making frequent trips necessary. At night, diapers were even more mandatory. The crib, for Sam, was inescapable, so if she needed the bathroom then she would need a diaper. She woke up wet far more times than she woke up dry. This was all so humiliating. Sam couldn’t believe her parents had kept the room this way. Despite everything they still saw her as a baby. Now Bea, the first adult relationship Sam had made, was witnessing all of her shameful past, laid out as if Sam was still that same child she had been before leaving for college. “This is why you never talk about your childhood?” Bea asked. “Yeah.” Sam said, “I mean, what was I supposed to do? Was I supposed to come up to you on the night we met and say “Hello, my name’s Sam, did you know that I’m so small and helpless I’ve been treated as a baby my whole life?”” “No, but I would’ve understood if you had told me later.” Bea replied. Sam felt a hand on her shoulder, and she finally looked up to see Bea smiling at her and putting a hand on her shoulder. She looked away again. Bea was too nice for her own good. She was sure revelations like she had just made would kill most relationships stone dead. “Sam, I love you.” Bea said, “We’re only going to be here a couple of days. We’ll get through it together, OK?” Sam nodded her head. Bea smiled and then went back to her bed to start getting undressed. Sam stared through the bars, lusting over her girlfriend’s body. Bea was slim and tall but with breasts that seemed almost too large for her frame. Her long black hair tickled the small of her back after she pulled her blouse off. “If you do need any help in the night, just let me know.” Bea said. Sam laid down. She pulled her covers up over her small body and wished she could be cuddled up with Bea. She really was fantastic. Without a doubt she was the person Sam wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Bea flicked off the light and then Sam heard the springs on the camp bed as Bea climbed in. A few seconds later a light flickered in the darkness, Bea had put in her headphones and watching something as she always did before going to sleep. Sam rolled over and discreetly reached for a stuffed toy near the bars. She pulled it underneath the cover and hugged it tight. She did this at home too, had a stuffed bear she would sleep with, but doing it in these surroundings felt a lot more embarrassing. Sam drifted off to sleep feeling fretful about what the next two days would bring despite Bea’s reassurances. --- Sam tossed and turned feeling the plastic sheet underneath the thin cotton one. It was as if her subconscious refused to let her forget where she was. She didn’t remember any dreams, only waking up several times with a start. The first time it happened she spent one horrible second thinking she was a teenager again, back in the crib, and that her whole life at college and with Bea had been a blissful dream. Then she heard her girlfriend snoring softly and was able to settle down. It was probably the very early hours of Christmas Eve when Sam was woken and couldn’t get back to sleep. She tried rolling over and counting in her head, but it didn’t work. She knew what the problem was, but she didn’t want to admit it to herself. Sam must’ve tried getting back to sleep for another twenty minutes but it was impossible. Her bladder was complaining and the longer she waited, the louder the complaints became. There was no way she would be able to get back to sleep. It wasn’t unusual for her to need to get up in the night to use the bathroom, combined with the hot chocolate her dad had made the situation was quickly becoming urgent. She hated the idea of waking Bea up to help, but she didn’t see herself as having an option. “Bea?” Sam called out into the mostly silent room. There was no response. Bea was essentially dead to the world, completely unmoving except for the slight rise and fall of her chest that was partially illuminated by the glow of her tablet. Sam leaned her head against the bars of the crib. She was dressed in just her think pink nightie. “Bea!” Sam said a little louder. Still no response. Sam started biting her lip. She didn’t understand why Bea was ignoring her, she felt like she was shouting loud enough to wake her parents in the next room over. A small whine escaped her lips as she looked at the door and then back at Bea. Did she have any other options? The only thing Sam could think to do was climb out of the crib. It seemed like a long way down from where she was, but the alternative didn’t bear thinking about. Before she did anything drastic, she had to try one more time. “BEA!” Sam Shouted. --- If you want to know what happens next and read the rest of the 50+ page story you can do so RIGHT NOW at: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/m51oc2cdhe https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1639742