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  1. I have often thought of having my characters cross-over, simply because I often get stuck with writers block and having my own characters interact can spiral very quickly into something large. However, I've always resisted because I feel like once they cross there's no going back. Sure, they clearly live in the same universe, but having them meet starts to lock in things like time and location. Maybe it will only happen once I'm convinced that I'll never revisit the characters by themselves, which I can not honestly say right now. As for crossing over with another author, there are lots of interesting characters that I'd like to work with from stories I've read, and even art I've seen on places like DA. The reason I won't ever actually go near it is simple: I wouldn't want someone using my characters in a cross over story and so it would be awfully unreasonable of me to expect the same. You gotta stick to your principles.
  2. Definitely plastic! And it has nothing to do with the sounds or the babyish feel or anything like that. Since I wear diapers to bed, I find that cloth backed diapers can get caught on the sheets which can result in the diaper getting yanked out of place, resulting in leaks. Plastic backed diapers slide smoothly over them for a far more comfortable night.
  3. Again, I thank you all for the gracious comments. It's quite heart warming to be mentioned in a topic not directly related to my stories, and I always feel surprised when I see Mimi or Amy pop up around the place. However, if you were trying to infer that I am somehow a talented writer who uses all kinds of literary techniques then I'm afraid you give me far more credit than I deserve. I basically just write as it flows out of me and have never intended to foreshadow anything. On the contrary, when I read back over my old work I always see lots of missed opportunities where it looks like I'm foreshadowing certain events but those events never even come close to happening because I wasn't even thinking about it. I'd say that the only reason it might look like I know what I'm doing is because my stories are simply just predictable. Still thrilled that people like to read them though!
  4. I'm not going to lie WelcomeBackDaddy, I am very difficult to please when it comes to stories. I'm afraid I haven't read any of yours because they don't meet my strict criteria, coupled with my previously mentioned aversion to stories I know have been written by guys. As such, I really can't coment on how well you write female characters but I'm sure you're better than most, as I'm sure you can agree given the calibre of AB/DL fiction that appears on most sites these days.
  5. Ah, this really does never get old. It must be my macho screen name and avatar. I'm afraid to say that I am a very poor example of what you were trying to show, as I really dislike male characters and avoid writing them wherever possible. Of course, there is a difference between background characters that populate most fictional worlds and the protagonists into whom the author invests much of their self. I will never ever write a single solitary sentence with a male leading character for personal reasons, but I probably couldn't even if I wanted to. The sad truth is that I just find it too difficult to write out of my comfort zone and it is almost impossible for me to get into the right frame of mind to create a male character. As such I avoid them wherever I can, even very minor characters. I realise that the single mother is such an AB/DL cliche, but if I ever try and bring a father into the action it just seems laboured. However, I can't see any reason to omit male characters other than the one I just gave, so I can't see why it has become such a cliche... I will also add that because AB/DL authors are for the most part amateurs, it is often blatantly obvious when a male author is writing against their gender, usually because the character is based on a fantasy of the guy writing it. Now of course this doesn't apply to everyone and it may well be true of female authors too, but I obviously can't comment as well on that. For this reason I try to avoid looking at the author before I read a new story, but the gender usually becomes clear quite quickly. For me, once I find out that I'm reading a story about a girl written by a guy, it can often ruin an otherwise perfectly good story.
  6. This could be a good idea for a story if it was much, much slower. You have rushed into one paragraph what should take several chapters of situation building. As it stands now the story is completely unbelievable. The character Amy barely says two words, we have no background at all and her mother gives little reason for her actions. I want to encourage you so I will say I'd like to see this story made into more. Try taking only the first sentence and turning it into a whole chapter. Then you might be onto something.
  7. I am loathe to advertise too many other sites because 1) I don't think its allowed, and 2) because they can be quite specific and I don't want to direct people there who may not appreciate it. So I'll just say that at some point I intend to post both finished stories on the Diaper Space forums, as I guess they will let just about anyone join and look around. As for why its a burnt bridge... because I set it on fire.
  8. Sorry if I've kept anyone stringing along but I feel I should make this clear now. This story will not be continued on this site. Anyone who follows the story on one of the other sites I post on can find it being updated there. With regards to Mimi, this site is a burnt bridge to me. If I had the power to delete this whole topic I would, and I beseech anyone reading this who has that power to please do.
  9. Thankyou for the warm comments. I actually struggle a lot with spelling and grammar, which is part of the reason it takes me so long to update a story. I would imagine the same goes for other people as well, which is why I try not to be too harsh on people who lack good grammar. As for Mimi's struggle...well, to be honest I'd hoped it was obvious that it isn't being continued on this site. I don't want to say any more on the subject, but if you still want to read it you can find it updated on the various other sites that I post on. I just thought of another thing that I really go for in a story: minimal character description. It might sound strange but I prefer to use my imagination to picture the characters as I think they would be, as I often find that the detailed description given by the author just doesn't fit the way I think the character is developing. It has already been mentioned before by someone else, but in my opinion the block description is usually a sign of poor writing and an uninteresting story to follow (you know the ones "Girl X was your average 5'2" petite blonde with blues eyes, a nice body, short skirt, blah blah).
  10. Unfortunately, the sequel might take some time to get going as I intend to finish my various other projects first. I do have it all planned out though, so I'm only waiting for a good, solid time to start getting it down.
  11. Just thought I'd throw in my opinion since I can liberally class myself as an author, though I am guilty of just about every crime there is... I am VERY picky when it comes to reading stories. As such I can honestly say I only enjoy maybe 1 out of every 50 diaper stories that I try to read, which means there aren't many that I've ever enjoyed. I guess thats why I write myself, as I tend to write stories the way I would want to read them. Male characters are out altogether, except for maybe minor roles. This stems from my need to be able to relate to the story in some fashion (and hence why my stories are always at least partly autobiographical), and also from my lousy experience with DL guys in general. I'm not into furry or anything else like that, which seems slightly hypocritical of me since one of my favourite sites is in fact furry themed. I'm not into AB; any babying other than the natural babyish feelings from someone who needs to wear diapers can stay right out. I'm also not into DL, so if a character wears diapers just for fun or begins to feel attracted to their diapers I immediately lose interest. I prefer the character in diapers to be my age or younger, again because I need some way to relate. It has to be fairly non-sexual. I mean, there can be love and affection so long as it stays cute and never gets any heavier. I actually don't mind if the grammar and spelling isn't perfect, but I think there is a direct link between the quality of writing and quality of grammar. The writer of a story that is very poorly written is simply not very smart, and it isn't likely to be very good. There some things I do like though, so its not all about restrictions! I like characters in diapers because they need them, whether they accept it or have to be made to wear them for their own good. A personal favourite is the character who is clearly losing control but refuses to admit it, resisting diapers for as long as they can as their accidents get worse. I also love laziness in characters (not writers!). A character who slips back into diapers due to sheer laziness or absent mindedness is a big win for me. Someone asked a little earlier about 3rd person perspective vs 1st person. I have to say that 3rd person is often the safest simplest bet, though 1st person can be good if its done well. For 1st person to work there needs to be some reason for it, and for me that means getting a unique view that we wouldn't otherwise get, while at the same time being denied any thoughts of the other characters. The view needs to be somewhat skewed from that characters perspective, almost to the point where we as the reader begins to feel that we aren't getting the whole picture. Then we can truly feel like we're getting into this character's mind.
  12. Chapter 21 In light of the day’s activities, I decided not to push Amy any more before she went to bed. The diaper change right after I had caused her to mess herself was awkward enough; I didn’t want to add insult by reminding her that she didn’t need diapers. What was I going t do? Her parents were coming back the very next evening, and the way things were going I was pretty much screwed. As it was our last night together, I let Amy stay up a little later than usual and ordered take-out for us to enjoy while we watched a movie. My guilt getting the better of me, not only did I let her choose the movie but I went and paid for the take-out with my own money rather than the budget left by Rebecca’s parents. I also let Amy cover her diaper, since I knew she was suddenly feeling very self conscious about it. She was bound to have another accident, and I’d rather she could just go without worrying that I could see. It seemed to work and we spent a pleasant evening talking about all the fun we had had during my time with her. Of course I subtly reminded her that it was going to be great to see her parents again, but still I was happy that the two weeks had gone by so successfully. Well, relatively anyway. There was only one course of action left to try. It was desperate I knew, but it may well have been the last chance I would have to save the situation. I awoke reasonably early for my final day with Amy, probably because my mind was so occupied with her parents’ imminent return. Fortunately, Amy was already awake when I got downstairs, probably for the same reasons. “Excited to see your mom and dad again?” I announced, landing on the sofa next to Amy. “I guess…” she replied rather unenthusiastically. “Oh come on! Think of all the presents they will have brought you back from vacation.” “Really?! You think they did?” Amy said, suddenly a lot more interested. “Of course! That’s what happens. And I bet they missed you so much that they bought extra stuff just to see the look on your face.” “Wow! I never knew that! I can’t wait!” About midway through the conversation I had started to change Amy’s diaper, hoping that all the talk about material gain would distract her from what I had to do. “All done!” Amy just stared at me blinking, clearly not understanding why I had put her in panties instead of a diaper. “Your parents are back today hun, so that means no more diapers, right?” I clarified. “Oh, okay.” “And that means you gotta use the bathroom every time now, no more going potty in your pants, okay?” “But what if I…” Amy began but couldn’t bring herself to finish. It would seem that she wasn’t as prepared for this eventuality as she had previously let on. “Don’t worry Amy. I know you can do it.” I encouraged, hoping it would be enough to make her snap out of her diaper dependence. All she needed was a little incentive. “Without a bulky diaper in the way, going to the bathroom with be a piece of cake, right?” Amy seemed to process this for a while. It was clear that being enclosed in a diaper had never been a factor for Amy in how easy it was to use the bathroom. To be honest, as far as I was aware she had never tried. Still, she was a smart girl and could see my logic, regardless of how readily it applied to her. “Right, piece of cake!” she concluded. It was kind of weird, but now that I watched Amy toddle away without a diaper on for the first time in nearly two weeks, I was reminded just how old she was. She was a teenager after all, and regularly acted like it, but when it came to her attitude towards paying attention to her own toilet habits she had been acting as though she was still a toddler. I realised that that’s how I had come to view Amy, made all the more easy by the fact that I was still technically babysitting her like she was unable to look after herself. Maybe she wasn’t. As I worked tirelessly to ensure that the house would be absolutely pristine for her parents return, I subconsciously kept my eyes and ears open for any sign that Amy might need help. If I was perfectly honest with myself, the house hadn’t looked that great when I had first arrived some two weeks before, so now, in light of all my rigorous cleaning, I was tempted to say that the house actually looked better now. Still, the fear of somehow displeasing Rebecca’s parents lingered ever on in my mind and so I continued my chores; cleaning what were by now the same places over and over again, as though I had suddenly become a perfectionist. Time flew by until my concentration was abruptly interrupted by an unfamiliar sound. My attention immediately shifted as I sought confirmation in my own mind. Sure enough, I could still hear the faint but unmistakable sound of the toilet flushing. Forgetting myself entirely, I abandoned my current task and made for the staircase. What exactly I was going to do when I got there I had no idea. Congratulate Amy? Play it cool and pretend I was there for a different reason? Do nothing at all? It wasn’t until I got to the top of the stairs and saw Amy walking away from my direction and into her room that my mind made up its own… er, mind. “Amy” I called out all too late. I sometimes really wish that my brain would communicate better with my other faculties, as then I might not make a constant embarrassment of every situation. In this particular scenario, my brain was so intent on having my mouth say something encouraging to Amy, that it never got the message from my eyes that I was actually looking at her bare backside. Instinctively, Amy spun around at my calling, quickly using the clothes that I now noticed she was carrying to cover her modesty. It’s funny how you can change an adolescent girl’s diapers without her so much as blinking, but catch that same girl naked by accident and suddenly her modesty washes over everything like a tidal wave. Some situations are just different I guess. “What happened?” I followed, not waiting for Amy to respond. Clearly I was too slow to piece the clues together, as Amy stood there half naked holding her wet pants looking as though she had stolen every cookie from the cookie jar. Amy took a deep breath and closed her eyes, perhaps as a last defence against the inevitable tears. “I had an accident! I tried to make it but I couldn’t and then I went on the floor but I cleaned it up afterwards but my pants were still wet and, and, and…” Amy had not only run out of breath after her little tirade but she had also run out of defences, and so the tears began to flow freely. “I’m so sorry…” she mumbled through sobs. At least it explained why I had heard the toilet flush. Presumably she had cleaned up her accident with toilet paper and then disposed of the evidence. I would be able to check later, but right now there was a more pressing concern. “Shhh.” I cooed, gently relieving her of her tell-tale garments and setting them on the floor to the side so I could give her a hug. “It was just an accident, okay? Accidents are nothing to get upset about.” I said, ruffling her hair. Amy’s face remained buried in my shoulder, so I decided to give her a few moments to calm down. Soon I felt her grip lessen slightly, which I took as a signal to continue. Without saying anything, I ushered her into the bathroom, helped her get undressed, and turned on the shower. True to her word, Amy had actually cleaned up her accident, as I could see no sign of it. Still, I made a mental note to give the floor a good clean with disinfectant once Amy was out of the shower. Leaving Amy to it, I retrieved her wet clothes from the hall, realising that there was now at least one chore that genuinely needed doing before her parents returned. Throwing them into the otherwise empty laundry basket, I decided to help Amy by setting some clean clothes out for her, and so I entered the bedroom. It was a good job that I had, because instantly I became aware of something not right. There on the floor was a far less effectively cleaned wet patch, clearly the result of Amy’s accident. I was a little dismayed, but not entirely surprised. No wonder the bathroom floor had looked so clean; she hadn’t been anywhere near making it to the bathroom after all. There was no time to lose. Assembling the various things that I needed, I had the floor cleaned before Amy got out of the shower. To be fair to Amy, I wasn’t expecting miracles with her first try out of diapers after such a long time in them, and so when she returned to her room I was all ready to help her get dressed back into grown up panties with some choice encouraging words. I hoped it would not only make Amy feel better, but give us both some confidence before I tended to the most recent chore. When it happened again I was less confident. Having decided to take a break, I went into the living room to join Amy in watching T.V and to inquire as to what she might want for lunch. It couldn’t have been more obvious. Amy was lying on the sofa on her side resting her head in her hand, her front on full display to me as I walked in, including the large wet stain on the front of her shorts that ran down the side and onto the very expensive couch. Amy hadn’t even noticed. By the third time it was pretty much game over. I stood in what was once a completely clean kitchen, trying to comfort Amy who knelt on the floor in her third pair of wet shorts that day. At least she had plopped to the floor and stayed in one spot, childish though it may have been, while she was having her accident. Cleaning up after her would have been a much bigger job had she decided to come running to find me, dripping as she went. Fortunately, she had simply opted to cry to get my attention. Well she now had it. Amy’s crying had subsided at least, though she still stubbornly professed her innocence. I just didn’t know what I was going to do with her. All the while I was doing my best to comfort her; my mind was actually panicking like no other. What could I do? As soon as the phone rang, I knew what would have to be done. Saying nothing to Amy I entered the living room, praying for anything but the obvious, and answered. Of course it was her parents. The taxi ride back from the airport was going to take less than an hour. I was officially screwed. “It’ll be our little secret, okay?” I whispered to Amy in as light hearted a way as I could manage. “Hehe, okay!” she replied, clearly not understanding the severity of the situation. I could only imagine that to Amy it all seemed like a big game. She also seemed surprisingly nonchalant, considering that I had assured her she would be dry by the time her parents came back, yet here I was putting her back into a diaper. Sometimes, the only option left is plan Z. “Hey, not so fast squirt!” I called as Amy leapt off the bed once her diaper was in place. “We’re not done here missy.” Having searched for the longest, darkest, baggiest shorts that I could find, I quickly pulled them up over Amy’s diaper, followed by an equally styled shirt. The façade only had to last until I could make my excuses and leave, then I would be free. I felt like a criminal plotting their getaway, setting in place my deceptions until I could make my escape. There was no time to wash Amy’s last load of soiled clothes, so it would just have to remain secret for the time being: another factor in my getaway. My bags were already long packed and waiting by the door. The final moments before judgement were spent rather anticlimactically snuggling with Amy on the sofa. Very few words were spoken, and in fact I suspected that Amy had dozed off on my lap at some point. It hadn’t really hit me yet. Not fully anyway. These last two weeks had been some of the most fun I’d ever had, but it was all drawing to an end. I’d done a reasonable job, I thought, and thoroughly enjoyed myself to boot. Maybe there was a career in this somewhere? Ha, someone as irresponsible as me had more chance of winning the lottery, I mused, though that too was also a good career choice in my books. Would I ever see Amy again? It dawned on me, though deep down I had known it for quite some time, that I had grown very fond of Amy, you could almost say attached. It felt like she could easily be my sister or even my best friend. Friend: was that sad? She was several years younger than me, in the prime of her teens, which I was very close to leaving… But some people in the world just click, regardless of age, through some stronger connection. I wasn’t too sure how that made me feel, especially because of the other realisation that crept from deep down inside me, from my darker side: After what I’d done to her, would they ever let me see Amy again? This time I definitely did feel something: sadness. Quietly, I began to cry. The ringing of the doorbell seemed to wake us both up with a start. Luckily, my tears had dried. Of course the doorbell was just for politeness, as the true owners of the house then opened the door and let themselves in. “Hey Amy, that must be your mom and dad!” Amy looked a little startled from having just been woken up, but still she sprang into action. “Hey guys, we’re back!” Rebecca’s mom said as we came out to meet them in the hallway. They had sure brought a lot of stuff back with them, and were in very high spirits. “Hey mom, dad.” Amy said with a level of maturity I had not seen from her this whole two weeks. Casually she hugged them both and kissed them on the cheek. I laughed a little inside. Clearly, being with her parents brought out the teenager in Amy, the young adult she really was. I remember being exactly the same not so long ago. “So, did you guys get on okay? No troubles?” Amy and I looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity, before saying “Everything was fine!” almost in unison. We spent quite a long time talking in the hallway about the kind of things we got up to, how their holiday had been, and other such pleasantries. I deemed it easily long enough to fulfil the obligation of politeness, so at an appropriate lull in conversation, I made my attempt to leave. “Oh, won’t you stay with us a little longer? Rebecca should also be home sometime this evening.” Amy’s mom said, clearly intent on trapping me and exposing my failings (or so the little red guy on my shoulder told me). While it would have been nice to see Rebecca after so long, I knew I couldn’t linger around. Everyone was riding on a high, I didn’t want to wait around and risk ruining it. In truth I didn’t know what I would do if I had to explain there and then why Amy was asking me for a diaper change. “Thanks, but I promised I’d call in on my own parents. I haven’t seen them in over two weeks now.” I lied, hoping it would be enough to get me out. “No problem Mio, but would you do me a favour?” “Sure, what is it?” “Stop by sometime so we can have a real catch up? I’m sure we’d all like to see you again.” “I promise.” And that was it. I grabbed my bags and stepped out of the door closing it, and the vacation, behind me. Not five steps down the driveway I heard the front door open and close again. I didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. “Goodbye Mio!” Amy squealed as she threw herself into my arms, forcing me to drop my bags. She didn’t seem upset at all, and I suspected she was just happy at the fun times we had, which made me glad. “Bye bye Amy.” Was all I could think of to say back, as I hugged her tightly. Oh who was I kidding? I couldn’t resist doing it one last time. Looking over her shoulder to make sure no one else was standing by the door, I gave her baggy shorts a quick tug. Like she had done so many times before, and always without a fuss, Amy happily let me get on with it as I checked her diaper. All dry. “Good girl!” I said, looking into her eyes. Amy beamed at me. “And remember, our little secret.” Later that evening I sat in my apartment in relative silence, content to think back on the events of the last two weeks. I certainly hadn’t gotten as much work done as I’d have liked, but somehow I didn’t care. I lost all track of time lost in my own little world, but it took the phone ringing to snap me out of my reminiscing. “Hello?” “Mio?” I immediately recognised the voice speaking to me from the other end. It was the same voice that I had talked to over the phone countless times in my youth, and somehow it had never changed, at least not to me. I smiled, happy to hear that voice. “Hey Rebecca! What’s up?” My best friend, whose house I had been living in for the last two weeks, got straight to the point. “What have you done to my sister?” The End Watch this space for the sequel!
  13. Chapter 20 Amy showed vague interest in my little outburst, but I hadn’t even begun to think things through so I opted to just dismiss it as nothing for the time being. We were both tired, especially Amy, but this needed addressing right now before it got far too late. Amy was already a bed wetter: that much I knew, and I was pretty sure she was prone to the occasional day time accidents, but I couldn’t assume that she was ever diapered for it by her parents. However, in the space of around ten days I had somehow managed to make her diaper dependant as though nothing was unusual. I couldn’t even fathom explaining that to her parents, but at the same time they might actually understand what I had done. Maybe they had even thought about doing it too? And besides, if they knew about her accidents already, was it fair of them to expect me to be cleaning up the whole time? Immediately I reprimanded myself for this thought. They were paying me good money to look after Amy, what I had done was nothing short of selfish laziness. No matter how comfortable Amy might have felt, it didn’t change that fact. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to take Amy back out of diapers, to get her paying attention to her accidents again? Rebecca’s parents would be back the day after tomorrow, so whatever I decided to do I only had one full days grace. “Hey, Amy.” I said coyly, deciding to inform her of my decision. Right away she shuffled across the sofa so that she was leaning against me, indicating that I had her attention. “You know your parents get back the day after tomorrow, right?” “Awww, but we’re having so much fun!” “I know, it’s been great, huh? But don’t you wanna see your mom and dad again?” “I guess so…” I knew the answer was secretly no; I felt the same at her age. Two weeks was hardly long enough to give teenagers a good taste of independence. Fearing that our conversation was going off track I brought it back around to the point as tactfully as I could. “So everything should be ready for when they get back, right?” “Uh-huh.” By the look on Amy’s face I knew she thought I was implying cleaning. In truth there was very little to do around the house but her belief served my purposes so I didn’t feel the need to reassure her right then. “And you need to be out of diapers, okay?” “Okay.” And just like that, Amy agreed with me. Fearing resistance, I was preparing all kinds of reasoning to encourage her out of diapers, but it seems like I completely underestimated her maturity. I had guessed she wouldn’t understand exactly why she couldn’t wear them anymore, since she had slipped back into them so easily, but evidently I was wrong. In light of such successful negotiations and because she had had such a tiring day, I decided to show some lenience. “That’s great Amy!” I beamed, letting her know I was proud of her for not making a fuss, “Don’t worry about it for today, but tomorrow we can try keeping you dry, okay?” “Okay.” She answered, as though it was never going to be a problem. I should have known things would not go so easily. The next day I made sure I got up nice and early to devote almost a full day to re-potty training Amy, as well as to do a bit of cleaning here and there. Amy wasn’t up when I went downstairs but soon came shortly after for her usual morning change. So far there were no problems since I wasn’t holding out on curing Amy’s bedwetting in the space of one day. As was decided the day before, once in a clean diaper I left Amy to run around with no pants on. Not only would it let me keep an eye on her but it would also make it easier for Amy to use the bathroom, and I reminded her of such during the change. However, not half an hour after being changed she was wet again. We were both sitting on the sofa eating our breakfast in front of the T.V, a rare luxury I allowed, when I glanced down at just the right time to see wetness spread across the front of her diaper. “Amy? Amy, quick, you’re having an accident!” I said as soon as I could process what was happening, hoping to salvage something before the flow stopped. Amy just remained perfectly still as though in a trance until she was thoroughly finished wetting. “Ooops...” was all she could say while looking sheepish for about five seconds before returning her attention to the T.V. “Don’t worry about it hun,” I said rather disappointedly, “just remember you’re trying to use the bathroom today, okay?” “Okay.” she said rather dejectedly. “Sometimes I have accidents in the morning when I wake up… ” Of course! I remembered back to the first day I caught her still in her night diaper when she told me her parents let her keep it on for a while. So this was just a normal accident, nothing out of the ordinary. “I’m sorry Amy, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sure you’ll do good next time, right?” “Right!” she said happily. I felt kinda bad for jumping to conclusions, but still I decided it might be better if I didn’t change her right away, hoping that maybe feeling wet would remind her to use the bathroom. When it happened again a little later I was less hopeful. I had just finished hanging out one last load of washing when I realised Amy hadn’t come to me once to ask to use the bathroom. I figured it might be a good idea to go ask her myself, just to remind her in case she wasn’t paying attention. I found her in her room reading a book, but I couldn’t tell just by looking at her diaper whether or not she had wet it again, so I simply asked what I came in to ask. “Hey Amy, do you need the bathroom at all?” The answer was immediately obvious as the young girl just stared down at herself, clearly embarrassed. “Um, I think I had an accident…” she mumbled. “Are you sure?” I said. Ever the optimist I decided to check her diaper anyway, which Amy was used to by now so she just sat back so I could get at her. Sure enough, upon closer inspection her diaper was more than just a little wet. She had clearly had another accident. I wasn’t too surprised to be honest; it was a lot to ask after over a week of letting her just use her diapers like a child. I didn’t say anything as I gently laid her down for a change. “I’m sorry...” She sniffed, “I was trying, and, and…” “Shhhh.” I interrupted before she could get any more upset. The last thing I wanted to do was make her cry. “It was just an accident. The important thing is that you were trying, so everything is okay.” This seemed to make her smile a little, so I just smiled back and gave her lots of encouragement once her new diaper was in place. It was clear that I needed to take a more active role in helping Amy stay dry. After all, it was me who made the decision to put her back in diapers in the first place, and it was pretty unreasonable of me to expect Amy to motivate herself. Thus I decided to spend the rest of the day hanging out with Amy, playing video games and watching T.V together. That way I could keep an eye out for the tell tale signs of her needing the bathroom, and subtly remind her not to be lazy if she had to pee. I didn’t want to harass her too much, but I figured that asking Amy if she needed to use the bathroom every half an hour or so was reasonable enough to ensure that she wouldn’t forget. Of course Amy took everything in her stride, answering me promptly and without any resentment. For the first two hours or so I wasn’t surprised that the answer was always “nope”, but after a while I wondered just how honest she was being since she tended to have accidents quite regularly. If she was holding it, she wasn’t letting on. I guess it didn’t help that we were still playing video games, as even I have a hard time paying attention to anything when you’re half way through kicking someone’s ass… as Amy was doing to me. “Are you sure you don’t need to go?” I asked again, unconvinced this time that she wasn’t holding herself so that she could keep playing. Over the course of the last game, Amy had repositioned herself so that her legs were pressed together, and now she appeared to be rocking gently. It all pointed to one thing. “Uh-huh.” She answered without turning her head from the screen. I wasn’t about to outright accuse her of lying, but at the same time I wasn’t giving up so easily. “Well I’d still like you to try Amy, do you think you could do that?” “But I’m okay, honest! You’re just mad ‘cause I’m kicking your butt!” Amy stuck her tongue out at me but continued to shake on the spot, strengthening my resolve. “Haha, I can’t deny that.” I said, which was true, “but do you still think you could try? For me?” “Oh, okay.” Amy said grudgingly. By now I knew the trick was to convince her it would make me happy; she just couldn’t resist feeling like we were best friends or something. Even so, she seemed reluctant to actually tear herself away from the game. “Come on then.” I said, pausing the game and lifting her up so that I could carry her. Amy let the controller flop lifelessly to the floor as she turned her attention away from what she was doing to me. In retrospect, I wish she hadn’t. As soon as her arms where around my neck I saw her eyes widen and heard her gasp slightly. The arm I was holding underneath her quickly grew warm. “I’m sorry…” was all Amy could mumble, pressing her head into my shoulder and tightening her grip on me. It was clear that me picking her up had caused her to stop focussing on not peeing and lose control. I wanted to say something about it, but before I could think of a nice way to call her out she had started crying. “Shhh, it’s okay.” I said instead, “It was my fault; I shouldn’t have picked you up…” “No!” Amy meeped through tears, not wanting me to let go. “I didn’t know…” Even though I knew she was lying and wouldn’t admit that she had just held on too long, I couldn’t bring myself to be mad at her. After all, her lie was partly to make me feel better, which made my heart melt. Amy continued to cry while I held her and showed no intention of letting go, wrapping her legs around my waist like a koala bear. I couldn’t see any reason to make her get off, so I just sat down on the bed, her butt now resting on my legs as I rubbed her back to try and calm her down. It seemed to be working, and after a little while her crying subsided and I felt her grip loosen. Amy giggled softly as I caressed her lower back, which only encouraged me to keep soothing her. I used my other hand to slip in between us and rub her tummy, which had been feeling a little tense against me. Amy began to squirm but continued to giggle and loosen her grip, signifying that I was helping her to calm down and feel better. She was clearly relaxing again. Amy continued to relax more and more until I felt her head slip from my shoulder. Her giggling turned into a light grunting. Before I knew what was happening, there suddenly came a loud long fart. It became clear that I had caused her to relax a little too much. “Uh-oh!” I blurted out before I could stop myself. It was obvious what was happening as Amy wriggled futilely for a few moments. Then she burst into tears.
  14. Wow, its been a long time... exactly 5 months in fact. For reasons previously stated I'm sorry its been so long. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with the story, you'll be pleased to know its almost finished and so I'm now in hussle mode! Chapter 19 The seemingly fearless girl made absolutely no effort to hide what she was doing. In one movement she lowered herself to a squat and assumed the potty position, including all accompanying noises. Amy’s diaper, now sagging a little, began to visibly bulge underneath and expand. She even added a small “ahhh…” to indicate she had finished before standing back up like nothing had even happened. I of course didn’t know what to do. “Can we eat now?” Amy asked innocently. Not being able to react to the situation quick enough, I simply nodded my head, which almost made the situation a whole lot worse. Seeing my approval, Amy poised herself to sit down on the blanket. Luckily, at that very moment my brain caught up with itself and I managed to catch her before she could do any real damage. For a split second Amy hovered above the ground with only my arms to support her, until I lifted her back onto her feet. “Oh no, no, no, no…” I cooed, as one does to a cat about to come into the house with muddy paws. Amy seemed more than a little surprised. “I thought you said we could eat lunch?” “Amy, tell me you didn’t just do what I think you did…” I said, looking into her eyes. As usual she seemed completely oblivious to what I meant and so didn’t react. I suddenly decided it was probably better if I didn’t press for confirmation, lest I embarrass her unnecessarily. “Actually, you don’t have to answer that.” I corrected, thinking on my feet. “Just relax a second, okay?” Amy, trusting me completely, did as I asked while I gently turned her around. Her diaper already peeped out of the top of her skirt so I simply had to give it a tug in order to check. I don’t know why I bothered; it was completely obvious what had happened, I guess it was just wishful thinking on my part. Sure enough, peeking down the back of her diaper confirmed it. “Uh oh!” I announced rather loudly and purposefully. Still facing away from me, Amy looked back over her shoulder. “What’s wrong?” she asked genuinely. I simply didn’t know what to say without sounding dumb. “Um, you’ve had an accident.” Yep. Dumb. “You said it was okay just this once.” she squeaked. “I know, but I didn’t think you meant…” I had run right out of things to say. I knew enough about Amy now to realise that this was actually all my fault. She was right; I had said that it was okay. Not that it mattered since she simply needed a change now. “Okay, let’s get you back home.” “But why? You said we were going to have a picnic.” “I know but you need a change, hun.” “I’m okay for now.” “Amy, you can’t stay in that diaper. I have to change you before…” “I don’t understand! You said if I went in my diaper we could have a picnic!” “Shhh! Not so loud, people might hear you.” In truth there wasn’t anyone particularly close by, but still I didn’t want to take the chance of embarrassing her further. “I’m sorry Amy, but I don’t want you to get a rash. Come on, if we go back now we can save the picnic and have it in the garden. How does that sound?” “But I don’t wanna go back. I wanted a picnic in the park.” I could see that Amy was close to tears, but there just wasn’t any other solution. I sure wasn’t going to change her in the park bathrooms, and I’d never forgive myself if she got a rash because I didn’t change her. I looked into Amy’s sad eyes and my heart nearly melted. I had promised her a fun picnic that she had been looking forward to all day and was about to go back on it, on top of the fact that she now had to stand in a messy diaper. It was all my fault. Amy started to cry. I could tell she was trying to fight it but wasn’t doing a very good job of holding back through sniffles. I figured that her diaper must have felt awful. “There, there.” I said trying to comfort her though hugs, “I know it must be uncomfortable.” “I don’t care about that…” she sniffed, “I’ve just never had a real picnic before.” I couldn’t take it anymore. If I didn’t do something right at that moment I risked never being able to sleep at night ever again. I looked over both shoulders and got a good scan of the park around the hill we were currently standing on. Or more like Amy was standing and I was kneeling. I looked at her one last time before making my decision. Carefully I scooped her up in my arms and laid her down on the blanket. As I lifter her skirt out of the way Amy meeped and opened her mouth in surprise. “Shhhh…” I whispered, pressing my finger to my lips. “You really want a picnic, huh?” Amy simply nodded. “Hehe, to tell the truth me too,” I giggled, “but we can’t have fun with you in a stinky diaper, can we?” This time it was Amy’s turn to giggle, as I think she realised she knew what it meant. I was relieved that she was actually willing to go along with it. Relieved but not surprised. “Try not to think about where we are.” I said, hoping to comfort Amy somewhat. After all, she might have been happy about the picnic but I figured she can’t have been too pleased about the compromise. “Just close your eyes and keep quiet, and I’ll be done as fast as I can, okay?” But Amy had no intention of closing her eyes or keeping quiet. “Yay!” she exclaimed enthusiastically. “Picnic!” Even as I was changing her diaper, Amy propped herself up slightly on her arms so she could start looking into the picnic bag. I was trying my best to be discrete considering this was nothing short of a public change, but Amy wasn’t helping things go any faster. Even when I asked her to lie back down so I could get a clean diaper under her she pouted, too eager to get the picnic started to care about getting the change over with. “There, all done. Now lets try not to have any more ‘accidents’ before we’ve finished, okay?” Amy said nothing and instead simply emptied the bag of all its contents and began arranging everything on the blanket in a clearly pre thought out manner. It wasn’t a feast by any stretch. Just a few sandwiches I put together, some juice, some cake and the rest of the candy left over from the corner store that I had tipped into the bag at the last moment. Still, it was all arranged neatly with the juice in the middle like a towering centre piece, the cake and the sandwiches stacked up on either side and the candy arranged in neat piles wherever there was a gap. “Good job Amy!” I congratulated her, wanting to make this picnic as special as possible (considering what she had had to go through to get it!) “Ready to dig in?” She didn’t even answer me before lunging for the cake which had conveniently been placed closest to her. “Not so fast squirt! Please try and eat a sandwich first before filling yourself up on cake and sweets.” “Awww, but sandwiches are boring! I like cake best!” “I’m sure you do, but it isn’t a real picnic if you just eat sweets, is it?” “Oh, okay.” She sighed, picking up the smallest cucumber sandwich she could from the pile. Intent to prove a point, Amy then proceeded to try and shove the whole thing in her mouth at once. I couldn’t help but laugh at the loud “Ommm” noise she made, and the fact that she could barely close her mouth made it even funnier. I managed to finish two sandwiches in the time it took Amy to chew and swallow the whole thing, which I knew would happen right from the start. I then made a point of slowly reaching for a piece of cake. “Mmmm… I can’t wait to be the first to try this cake!” I said deliberately. “Mm-nooo!” Amy mumbled, still with a mouth full of too much sandwich and redoubling her efforts to force it down. I just laughed some more and poured us both a paper cup of juice. And so we spent a leisurely afternoon sitting in the park enjoying our picnic. The weather was warm but not too hot so I was content to just relax and watch the world go by as we slowly went through most of what we had brought. Amy looked to be having a good time for her supposed first picnic, though she didn’t attempt another sandwich and was instead happy to fill herself on cake, sweets and soda. I did feel a little irresponsible, but knowing what Amy was like I figured, how much more hyper could she get? A few hours of bouncing later and Amy more or less crashed out on the blanket. Sugar rushes always look fun at the time but the come down never seems worth it. Not wanting to let her get too comfortable and guessing that she probably needed a change by now, I decided it was time to go home. Amy reluctantly agreed, though certainly wouldn’t admit that she was tired. She did however thank me for a lovely picnic, which practically made me melt. If I could have carried her home I would have, but I guess no matter how adorable they are, a teenage girl is still a teenage girl and so I just had to settle for watching her skip beside me. As soon as we were back inside the house I took the opportunity to check Amy’s diaper before she could run off somewhere and cause mischief. As it turned out it was a good job we left the park when we did, because Amy was pretty close to leaking point. My first clue was that her diaper hung almost below the hem of her skirt, meaning she was either very wet or had made it loose from all the bouncing around she did at the park. Probably a combination of both I thought, but a quick check revealed her to be soaked. It must have been all the soda I let her drink, though now that I thought about it I had hardly set a good example: having absent-mindedly gulped several cups over the course of the afternoon, my own need was pretty strong. As such, I promptly asked Amy to wait in the front room for a change while I “took care of something.” Of course I was using the bathroom, but I didn’t want to make Amy feel like I was trying to compare myself to her. Big mistake. When I returned to the front room and saw Amy lying down on the floor, I immediately realised what had happened. Quickly lifting her onto her feet again, I could see that her soggy butt must have squished as she sat on the floor, causing the diaper to leak. An obvious wet spot had spread on the back of her skirt, and feeling the ground revealed that some had made it to the carpet. Not much, but enough that it was going to have to wipe it up. Amy knew exactly what had happened and shyly cupped her diaper in embarrassment, a quirk she had developed recently whenever she thought I might be mad at her for her accidents. Of course, it was never her fault. “I’m really sorry Amy; guess I wasn’t quick enough, huh?” I said, apologising before she could so that she would know it was my fault and not hers. Amy just said nothing, presumably having nothing to say now that she couldn’t apologise. I didn’t give her a chance to feel any more awkward as I quickly set to work changing her, albeit standing up now. She wouldn’t be able to wear the skirt again today, but at least it meant I could use it to dry her off a little and make her the change go a little easier. It also meant that once I had put her into a clean diaper I had to ask her to go get some more clothes since I wanted to wipe the wet spot from the carpet as soon as possible. “Okay kiddo, I’m just gonna clean up here so feel free to wear whatever’s comfy.” I guessed little things like having to get clean clothes because you had wet yourself could potentially be more embarrassing than you would think, but somehow I knew Amy wouldn’t mind. Still, she seemed to consider something for a few moments before finally agreeing. She had disappeared by the time I had collected the wet diaper and gone to the kitchen to fetch a cloth. The carpet was actually not as wet as I had first feared. Her skirt must have absorbed most of the leak so the wetness hadn’t really soaked into the carpet, making cleaning it up and drying it off a relatively easy process. I heard Amy re-enter the room and turn on the T.V behind me while I was cleaning, but I had already decided that I wouldn’t acknowledge her until I was done to make sure she wouldn’t associate what I was doing with her accident. However, when I did finally turn around I was surprised to see that Amy hadn’t put on any more clothes and was just lounging around in her diaper. “Don’t you have any clean pants?” I asked, stating my first guess for her lack of clothes. “I don’t know; I haven’t looked.” She answered succinctly, ruling out several other reasons I might have been thinking since she clearly had no intention of covering up her diaper. My next guess was that she was probably having trouble using the bathroom with pants on, and wanted to make it easier for herself so that she could try harder. I know, I know: wishful thinking. “How come?” I finally replied, figuring that a simple straight forward question was best. “Well, you said to wear whatever was comfy… and I’m comfy like this.” I couldn’t argue with that, so I didn’t. Personally I couldn’t think of anything more uncomfortable from a self esteem perspective than having your diaper showing, but hey, who was I to tell her how to be comfy in her own diapers? My selfishness quickly caught up with my as usual, and I immediately reasoned that now it would be easier to check her if she had her diaper showing. Maybe I should encourage her to not wear pants for the rest of the vacation? Then we could both be lazy… Wait. I rewound that thought in my head. She wouldn’t be wearing pants for the rest of the vacation. The vacation in which I was looking after Amy. The vacation that was only for two weeks. The vacation that ended in two days. The vacation from which Amy’s parents would return in two days. “Oh… poop!”
  15. Chapter 18 Once again I awoke with a jolt, though this time was a lot less traumatic as I quickly scanned my bed and found it to be covered in books. After changing Amy and sending her to bed, I had once again decided to try and work from the comfort of my room only to have fallen asleep part way through. A quick rummage through my notes revealed that I hadn’t gotten very far. Oh well, I’d be able to work on it some more later, after dragging myself out of bed of course. It would seem that my intentions are consistently better than my actions, because no sooner had I resolved to get up, I found myself waking with a start all over again. I had obviously fallen back asleep under the same pile of books. Panicking a little, I quickly shot a glance to the clock to check the damage. Mid morning? Well that wasn’t so bad. Having not checked the time the first time I’d woken up, I couldn’t tell whether I’d just woken up far too early before or if I’d barely slept the second time. Either way, I was grateful to not have wasted too much of the day. I could see the sun breaking in through the cracks in the curtains, which meant it was likely to be lovely outside. Good, maybe we could go somewhere again. As I strode into the front room feeling quite rested and refreshed, I was greeted very cheerfully by Amy who seemed to be in similar spirits. “Morning sleepy head!” she joked at me. “What? It’s not that late!” I replied. “Sure it is. I’ve been up for hours!” she said before grappling me in a rather playful hug. I had already noticed her wet night diaper when I saw her, but I didn’t realise just how soaked she was until I felt it slap against me, obviously because it was sagging so much. It was probably quite uncomfortable. “Awww, I’m sorry Amy! You should have come in and woken me up.” I said, clearly indicating that she needed a change and feely more than a little guilty that she’d had to wait. “It’s okay! It would be really mean to wake you up if you’re still sleepy.” “Don’t be silly.” I said, not wanting to mention the fact that it is far meaner to leave her sitting in a wet diaper. “When you need a change, it’s okay to come bug me.” “Oh, okay.” She said after a moment’s pause, as though only just realising what we were actually talking about. She glanced down at her diaper and gave it a symbolic poke, frowning as it noticeably swung from drooping so much. Amy then looked at me with pleading eyes. “Alright missy, I won’t keep you waiting any longer.” Almost instinctively, I lifted Amy up into my arms. We both looked at each other for about five seconds. It wasn’t that it was awkward in any way; in fact it was quite the opposite. Despite being not much smaller than me, Amy was very light and I didn’t have much trouble lifting her. She in turn put her arms around me which clearly indicated that she didn’t mind being held in such a way. Sure it was a little arbitrary since I was only going to take her as far as the next room to be changed, but it just felt natural. Still, I tried not to hold her too close to her diaper, since by this point it was practically falling off and I guess she didn’t need reminding of that fact. Amy just smiled at me, as though showing her approval that we had reached an understanding. I smiled back, and proceeded to carry her a few short steps before setting her down to be changed. “Have you had breakfast?” I asked. “Of course, you were still sleepy so I didn’t wait.” I pretty much already knew the answer but felt the need to make idle conversation. Changing a teenagers diaper wasn’t the most normal thing in the world, and although Amy seemed happy to let me get on with it, I needed more from the exchange. “Well, I’m gonna make myself something, then how about we go out today?” “Yay! It’s totally sunny outside!” “I know! I looked out earlier and thought what a great day it is to go somewhere.” By this point I had finished diapering Amy, but she seemed content to remain where she was. “So where do you wanna go?” I continued, noting Amy’s enthusiastic approval. “The park!” she exclaimed immediately, having clearly already decided that it would be her choice. “But we went to the park already.” I said, hoping for something a little more interesting. After all, I hadn’t been in this area for a while and was hoping that Amy might know of a few places. “But this time we could take a picnic!” Amy followed, already way ahead of me. I had to admit it was a pretty nice idea. “That’s a pretty nice idea.” “He he, I know!” Amy was clearly sticking to her guns and was already dead set on the park. A picnic did sound fun, and there was always the possibility that there was actually nothing else around. “Right, well I’m gonna get breakfast then and start making the picnic.” Now, I don’t know whether or not it was a simple slip of the tongue, but after lifting Amy into a standing position I told her to go put a shirt on. At first I didn’t realise that I’d said anything different, until Amy bounced into the kitchen moments later wearing exactly what I had told her to put on – just a shirt. It had never even crossed my mind that telling someone to put a shirt on could have such a different meaning to telling someone to get dressed. I wondered if it hadn’t been an innocent mistake at all, and that my inner laziness had somehow manifested itself because the first thing I thought of was that it would make checking Amy’s diaper easier. I quickly scolded myself and made a very large mental note that it also meant Amy would be able to use the bathroom more easily, which I optimistically assumed was the reason she had decided to follow my command so literally. True or not, Amy didn’t say anything about the fact that she was walking around with her diaper showing, so I in turn decided not to say anything either. I realise that this adds a little more weight to my inner laziness theory… Possibly condemning me as a lazy butt once and for all, when the picnic was finally prepared I did in fact take advantage of Amy’s exposed diaper to check her without so much as a warning. She didn’t flinch of course, but I was happy to see that she was still dry and so we could more or less get going on our way to the park. Once again it had miraculously fallen to me to carry everything, with Amy’s diaper bag being employed as a makeshift picnic basket. I made sure to tell Amy to go “finish getting dressed”, in the hope that she would understand and put on something that would cover up her diaper. She came back wearing a very pretty and colourful skirt, which made me double glad because I didn’t doubt for a second that she would have bounded out of the house, diapers on display, if I hadn’t told her not to. As I had been hoping, the weather stayed lovely as we walked around the park. Conversation varied from how Amy really wanted a pet to how she was doing at school. I was surprised to learn that Amy was a lot like me academically; sharing my love for the more artistic subjects and my distaste for mathematics and especially science. Rebecca had always been the opposite of me, which I guess is why she was always subconsciously the “smart one” in our friendship. That and the fact that her grades were much better than mine, even in the subjects I liked most. At that very moment, if my memory served me correctly, she was studying theoretical physics at university. We had both only been at university for a very short time, but it had already dawned on me that Rebecca was likely to be somebody someday, and that we weren’t in fact going to live together and open a candy shop as we had discussed when we were younger. Damn. I was especially impressed to hear that Amy was already thinking a lot about what she wanted to study at university, and was right now leaning towards something English based just like me. I was more than happy to talk about what it was like of course, but stopped short of offering to let her see my work back at the house. No one needed to be put off by the reality of college level assignments so early! Finally deciding on a lovely spot to stop, I unpacked the blanket and spread it out so that we could sit down. The park was a fairly decent size, and included various different environments including a pond, trees, flower beds, sports fields and large expanses of grass which made up the greater part of where we had wandered. We were close to the centre of the park, which meant that we were slightly more elevated by rolling hills, allowing quite a nice view of the rest of the park from where we were sitting. It was also far from any roads or buildings which leant a more private feel to the whole area, despite the fact that it was a popular place to be and there were many people around. Obviously everyone had had the same idea as us on such a nice day. So we sat for a few moments, admiring the view and resting since we had been walking around all morning. It wasn’t quite lunch time so I didn’t bother to unpack the picnic and attract malign bugs. Instead I stared up at the sky, which was a beautiful azure colour dotted by wispy white clouds, reminding me of the old style windows desktop. Breathing a relaxed sigh I turned to Amy, who just so happened to be standing right next to me, looking a little anxious and clutching the hem of her skirt. “What’s wrong hun?” I asked. Without saying anything, Amy cautiously lifted the front of her skirt and held it tight to her tummy, allowing me a view of her diaper. Of course! Mental face palm. The whole morning we had been having such a good time that I neglected my responsibilities and hadn’t checked Amy once. I was a little surprised to see Amy actually instigating it, but I was happy to oblige and gave her a quick check. “All dry!” I exclaimed, perhaps a little too loudly, but I was genuinely surprised. However, Amy didn’t share in my surprise or even seem bothered. Still she stood there, holding her skirt. “Is everything okay?” “I need to use the bathroom,” she squeaked, “and you said I should tell you, so…” “Hey, that’s great!” I said, kneeling up to comfort Amy. “I’m very proud of you for trying so hard!” Amy beamed at me, clearly pleased with my approval. Of course, Amy couldn’t have picked a worse time to tell me she wanted to use the bathroom. We were far from the public toilets, which I would rather she didn’t use anyway, and we hadn’t even started the picnic so rushing home would probably only spoil our day. Still, I wanted Amy to know that I was proud of her so I went with it anyway. “Do you wanna head back then and eat lunch at home? I don’t mind taking you.” As I figured, Amy immediately shook her head. I was more than happy with her response, since I too had now become set on having a fun picnic. “Well, I want you to know that I’m proud of you for being a big girl.” I said clasping my hands around hers, which were still clutching the hem of her skirt. “But maybe just this once” I lowered my voice to a whisper, “it’s okay to use your diaper.” I winked at her and giggled to show that I wouldn’t be mad. I did feel pretty guilty since I should’ve been encouraging her not to use her diapers, but the circumstances didn’t really work for me. Call me selfish all you want, I wanted that picnic! “Are you sure?” Amy asked, still cheerful. “Yep! Just go and then we can enjoy the picnic right? I’ll change you as soon as we get home.” “Yay, picnic!” she squealed, her diaper almost immediately turning darker and swelling a little before she even finished speaking. She probably couldn’t have waited too long anyway, but still it only looked like a small wet. “There, you can…” I began saying, but was cut off by what happened next. Still standing in front of me with her diaper exposed, Amy messed herself.
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