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Chapter 13 (finally) I head toward my room while dinner is getting ready, the privacy is necessary. As I continue through the night my need to pee grows, but I just can't bear to wet myself. I know I have already done it, but it's such an awful experience, I would rather deal with the pain in my bladder then the humiliation of wetting myself. Every time I move, every time I sit, stand, move my legs, anything, I feel the diaper that surrounds me sticking to me. The padding on my butt, a terrible reminder that it only exists because I am expected to poop myself. I sit, I hear the crinkle, that fluffy reminder says this product was only created in case I might poop myself, and the scary part....that is exactly what I am expected to do. No one in my family expects me to do anything other than to wet and mess myself in this trap of underwear. I seem to keep dwelling on what I did to Ashley. I guess this medicine is exactly what mom wanted for me to go through. It is humbling to say the least, I keep being reminded of how cute and adorable Ashley looked while diapered. I feel like I look like a special ed kid diapered. I don't look cute and cuddly, I feel like I look like an impostor, like a child who isn't all there. What a defeating feeling. I can't even believe I have allowed others to see me like this, I know it's only family, but still, how humiliating. Every time I look in the mirror, these are the thoughts that run through my head. I used to love to look in the mirror, I am not in love with my body, but every once in awhile I catch a look at a curve, or a part of my body in my full length mirror, and I feel like it looks very attractive, almost movie star attractive. Sure the whole package isn't there like it is for a Jennifer Aniston, but I feel like I have good parts, or moments. But now when I look in my mirror, I just want to cry. I look so stupid, so mortifyingly ugly and unattractive. These thoughts are not helping anything, and they are not helping me to escape my reality, the reality that is my diapered state. My need to pee is getting more and more exasperated. But I also know I can hold it. I keep having he natural habit of getting up and going to the door as if to head toward the bathroom. I have to keep reminding myself that that is no longer an option. I dare not find out how my mother would react if I tried to pull something like that off. I turn on my laptop. Staring at the laptop, nothing can effectively distract me. Maybe as time progresses I can lose myself into a hobby to kill this time. Not like I want to kill the rest of my summer, but I am quite sure it has already been effectively murdered for me. I had plans the rest of this summer, plans with Ashley as well, and even those I no longer want to indulge. I just want to hide in my room, take off this diaper, and then cry. Of course, again, option number two is not an option, and I'm pretty sure number one isn't really either, at least at the rate that my privacy keeps dwindling. So what does that leave me with? One thing left to do, cry. So I lay my head onto my pillow, face down, and just keep crying. The need to pee keeps building up and building up. As I cry, I decide the pain is getting too great, I wet myself, just like a baby would, and continue to cry myself to sleep.

Chris, if you would continue this story, that would be great, leading off with your new chapter from here.

Well it appears story number three is what is being accepted to be continued. Would the writer please stand up and continue the story in a new thread?

good job man

yes, it was revenge for what Megan had done to Ashley already that summer.

Since I have hit writers block, and overall lost some interest in writing the story, I have opened up the story to be continued by another writer, I had three next chapters sent to me via PM, and here they are. You are to vote for one of the three, and the winner will be asked to continue the story from their chapter. I will not release the names of the posters. First choice "Not long after mom went into the kitchen, Dad arrived home fromt work. Was glad to see him after the long day with mom and Ashley at the mall. I saw him enter the kitchen, and that he and mom were talking hushed tones, which I knew would be about me. Dad saw me on the sofa and came to greet me, right as I felt the first dribbles enter onto my diaper. "Hey kiddo," he said to me, sitting next to me on the sofa. I felt his arm going across my shoulder, drawing me in for a hug. "Hi dad," was all I seemed able to muster, lost way deep in my own worries. Before I knew it I felt new fresh warmth over the front of my diaper. The next thing I realized was dad helping me up and guiding me to my room. "I saw the old glazed eye look," he told me once we were in my room, "I know you just wet yourself." He had me lay down, which was a little embarassing, but dad turned out to be gentle when he changed my diaper. He kissed my head when he finished, then went to change clothes in the master bedroom. As soon as he left, I closed the door to my room, and sprawled myself on my bed, and sobbed. Some time later, I realized there was a shadow looking down on me. I looked up to see my mother standing there unbuttoning her shirt. I looked at her, my mouth agasp. "You really expect me to breast-feed off of you?," I asked, hoping it was not true. All I got was a quiet nodding of her head. "Sit up," she told me, as she made herself comfy on my bed. I sat up, squishing myself into as small a ball in the opposite side as I could, my knees up against my chest. All of a sudden I felt her pulling me into her and apart from my shell. Her warm nipple forcing itself into my mouth. She gently squeezed herself, sending a jet of milk into my mouth. This went on for several minutes, as I was forced to swallow in order to breathe. "Dinner is ready for you," she said to me after I had swalled enough in her opinion. Later that night, I was allowed to take another shower, which was fine with me. At least I am allowed to bath on my own. I took my time and enjoyed the wonderful feeling of the water over my body, trying to wash off as much of the baby smells and the taste of the breast milkf off of me. Mom entered the bathroom a few minutes after I turned off the water with a clean diaper in one hand and bottle of powder in the other. I quietly laid on the floor, as I felt the new diaper trap me in its softness and ever so loud crinkle. I then went to my room, and just screamed when I saw it. While I showered, mom and dad had replaced my bed with the old crib from over the garage, and a few baby toys appeared on the floor of my room." Second choice "'Get up baby boy" Here I was changing my baby's diaper. During the process, I remembered a few years ago, I was the one having my diaper changed lol. My mom had taught me a leason, cause I was mean to my sister. I made her wear diapers, drink bottles, bascially treat her as a baby. Well mom did that too me, for one summer. It's something that I never forgot. "Come on baby boy open up for mommy" Here I am feeding my baby boy his babyfood. My mind drifts back to that baby summer. Mom and my sister, both would take turns in feeding me my babyfood. They would feed me chicken and rice, carrots, puddings. It seemed they never missed on getting it all over my face! I would always feel more like a baby, when they would wipe my hands and face. Back to reality, I look at my baby and he looks just like I did lol. Spaghetti all over his face and bib. Well it's about time for my babyboys bed time. He has a big day tomorrow, he has a softball tournament, then he's going out with the guys to play poker. Oh yeah that's right, I never did tell you my baby boy is 25!" Third choice "I couldn't believe it, mom woke me up yelling at me! I was still trying to wake up , wiping the sleep from my eyes. I must've fallen asleep. I woke up and mom was yelling at me, for wetting my diaper! I guess it leaked onto the couch, mom was pissed! She yelled for Ash, to get her a diaper, she laid me down, she ripped the tapes from my diaper, lifting my legs high, she wiped me down. If this wasen't so embarassing I might be turned on, Mom then slid a new diaper under me, she sprinkled some baby powder on me, I must admit it smelled good. Mom then brought the diaper up and taped both sides. Every move I made, made that crinckle sound. Mom then said "Magan maybe you really do need diapers." I said "mom your the one who put me in these damn diapers!" That was a big mistake, she was on me quicker then a lion on a wilderbeast! She had me over her lap in no time, it was more embarassing, cause she hit me on my diapered butt. With every wack, you could hear that damn crinckling sound! Mom began telling me " you brought this on yourself!" I was kicking my feet, I'm sure I looked like a little toddler, I know I felt like one! Mom said " I guess I have a little baby girl to take care of." She then told me to "stay put" I herd her in the kitchen, she came back in, with a baby bottle in her hand, She said "one word from you , and I will take your diaper off and spank your ass!" I knew better then to say anything, mom don't talk like that very often. I knew better. She said "here baby girl" next thing she did was put the bottle in my mouth. She said "drink up your dinner, it's similac formula for my baby girl!" As I laid there drinking, I was trying to get used to the taste, it was real rich. Mom then said " you better get used to this, cause your punishment is going to last a lot longer." She said "I'm tired of your behavior." I was getting really full of the formula, but I damn near spit it out, when she told me my punishment was going to be longer! I laid there drinking my bottle, I was just about done, as I felt my self wetting my diaper. I was really falling deeper into babyhood, and it seemed there was no brakes on this crazy train. When I was done, mom placed a pacifier in my mouth. She said " there there baby girl" "you'll get used to being a baby again." I just remember my eyes getting heavy, and I noticed I was drooling, as I was literally going to sleep as a baby!"

will be posting the stories tomorrow, if anyone has a last effort they want to send me in a pm, please do so tonight.

Alright, I have gotten two good stories sent to me now. Both send the story sort of toward babying of Megan, if someone wants to send a final draft prospect that maybe goes in a different direction. Both messages are very good, I think people will have a hard vote ahead of them So need one more

I have had one story sent to me, I would really like two more and then I will make a poll and people can vote on who they want to continue this story. Anyone else interested, just pm me your next chapter.

give her a shot, try writing the next chapter and send it to me....we should have a few people do it and have readers vote on who should get to continue it. any other takers? Three would be a good amount.

I thought that too, but I am very interested to see where this one goes.

Would there be any writer's that would be interested in taking this over? I was thinking we could have three people make attempts in a thread and we vote on which version we like better to be continued.

Sorry guys, I swear I will get back to it, I just haven't had that inspiration of where to take it yet.

This is great, really can't wait to read more

bump, to remind myself to add to.

Chapter 12 I guess that is as bad as it can get. I never made Ashley deal with anything much worse. We head home after shopping, a public changing was bad, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world, I may hate it, but as long as no one else finds out, I think I can manage to survive through this. After we leave, my new found optimism has me feeling slightly better about everything. We get into the car, I am reminded of my diaper as I sit down, and it shifts to vacate space around my waist. As badly and as embarrassed as I feel after those events, I can't help but feel a little better knowing that I just beat the worst event. I am also somewhat surprised by my own personal optimism. Maybe this won't be so bad after all......and as soon as that thought is completed, I notice mom reaching inside the diaper bag, grabbing the pacifier, and placing it into my clenched and closed mouth, forcing it's way in there. and just like that we are back to square one, that fleeting moment of optimism is shot back to non-existent as I go back to trying to hide my face from any on lookers in public. It was another quiet ride, listening to talk radio that I care absolutely nothing about. I try to lean back in my seat as much as possible, and put my hair into a pony tail and just lean back and close my eyes....nothing else I can really do. We get home, but the new stuff away. As we are getting stuff put away, mom announces that she is going to go look through some old baby things to see if we still have anything that would be 'appropriate' for my punishment. I just sigh, as Ashley goes off to join her. I turn on the tv and start getting more used to the pacifier. After an hour of it being in my mouth, I didn't realize I had forgotten of it's existence invading my mouth. Mom comes back down, carrying some boxes of some baby things. I can tell there are some books and maybe a couple of toys, but it isn't anything too much. "Well nothing major, but, Megan, I think we should put more baby things in your room for the rest of the summer, it would be more fitting." I just ignore her, there is zero point in protesting, or even acknowledging what she just said. I turn my attention back to tv and continue to suck on the pacifier. About an hour later mom returned, turned off the tv and sat on the coffee table facing me, she pulled out the pacifier and started to speak. "Megan, I want to know that you are going to cooperate. I'll make you a deal. You go along with this, you play nicely and continue to do as you are told, and then in a couple of weeks, we will see if Ashley will allow you to be out of diapers before school starts, alright?" "Mom, come on, I have been already enduring so much through all of this, can't we just end this now, this is ridiculous, and way overkill." Mom didn't think twice before responding. "Was it overkill that you kept your sister in diapers? Was it overkill that you took her to the pool in swim diapers? That you left her to poop her pants? That you made her go through all of this? If anything, your experience should be much worse than hers. But she is being some what nice about the whole thing and doesn't want to see you suffer, you are lucky, because I could make this a lot worse on you." I can't think how it could be much worse. "Mom, can't I at least use the restroom when we are home? You can't like spending this money on diapers, and you certainly won't want to change me, and what about while you are working?" "I have already thought of that. Your sister is probably too young to be changing you, and I do have to work, so I called the neighbor, Tasha, and since you guys already hang out all day everyday, she has promised to look after you the rest of this summer, and to follow my rules. I am even paying her to make sure she doesn't cheat at all. If I sneak home, and you aren't diapered, she will find herself in diapers as well, I am quite confident that she will follow my rules." My cheeks turn red with embarrassment, I can't believe this, this was just going to get worse and worse. "Mom, the diapers are just too much for me, I can't keep using them." "That's enough, if you keep complaining, you will end up in diapers all school year, and I am not joking around." With that, I just sink lower into the couch and turn away from her. Mom starts setting for dinner, which is sort of nice that I am not expected to help, but I do notice a familiar need to pee. Just as well, I do know that I can hold it for quite some time, easily.

wow thanks for posting it!

And I can't find it anywhere. about a girl named Candi(y?) who had a couple of accidents, and then her parents forced her into diapers....can't find it anywhere.

Sorry this took so long, and that the chapter is short, but I wanted to get it out there while I could. Chapter 11 Mom finishes up changing my disgusting diaper. I just cover my face with both hands, I can't let myself cry anymore, and yet, I can't even face the reality that this is happening. That has to be the most disgusting thing I have ever endured in my life. I know I can't bring myself to face my mother after all that. I can feel the new diaper being pulled up, trapping my loins inside the clothing hell that is now my diaper. Mom pulls me up off the floor, and lowers my dress back over the new diaper. She never says a word, which is a sort of blessing, as I never even make eye contact with her. I suppose I should be mad at her, but I am still struggling with the realization and reality of what I am enduring. And I am not so sure I should even complain, as I did make Ashley go through all of this already. Once we walk out of the stall, I look around assuming Ashley must be somewhere close, but she wasn’t. “Mom, where is Ashley?

You will just have to read to find out But I will say this much, I hope to keep the story as realistic as possible....I want the readers to believe this story could be true in some element. I hate reading a story and getting to a point and saying to myself, "this could never happen in real life." When I get to that point, I generally lose interest, so I will do my best to keep it in the slightest realm of possibility, even if that possibility is still minute.

I will be continuing his, just been busy.

I really appreciate all the help and encouragement. And actually, thank you for the criticism, I like to be able to fix my mistakes, and you can't learn if no one tells you the correct answer. So I do appreciate it, so long as no one is too critical I feel like I am moving too quickly and not building the characters enough. So I might try slowing it down a bit and try to build them more, but I have the story actually planned out in my head, and it's a matter of just writing it all out in a steady progression. I really appreciate the feedback, I want to write a story that people feel could be somewhat possible and realistic, while is still entertaining to the majority of readers. I hate to read a story, and get to a point where I say to myself, there is no way that would ever happen in real life. So long as I feel it is plausible, then I will try to keep with it, even if it sits as a stretch in our imaginations. So please, keep up the comments, it keeps me going in the writing, if no one was reading, I wouldn't be writing it, so thank you.

Chapter 10 I just continued to sit there in my wet diaper, hoping mom would at least change me and just hoping in my own head for a chance to use the toilet, my stomach wasn't appreciating the longer than normal hold. Mom started talking while zipping up the diaper bag that I had used on Ashley, "Well looks like we have everything ready, if you are a good girl and don't talk until we get to the malls I might let you take your pacifier out." I was more than a little frustrated. I could feel the dampness of my wet diaper, for some reason it felt more disgusting then it did last night. Mom picked up my diaper bag and headed out my bedroom door turning off my light switch on her way out. I guess that was my sign to follow her. I stood up, straightened out my dress and starred at myself in the mirror, sucking on my pacifier. This was a site I was going to have to get used to i guess. I figured I could force myself to not think about the growing cramps inside of me, and I just headed out the door to follow mom to the garage. I hopped into the front seat, buckled my seat belt, and felt the exposure of the pacifier as I realized that on lookers would be able to see it if they looked in the car at me. Ashley got into the back seat, I could see she had one of her sticker books with her, she loved those things. Mom turned on the radio and started backing out of the drive way. The pacifier was feeling exposed even more so as daylight entered it's ugly head into the passenger seat along with me. We started down the road, and I was lucky we didn't have to sit at any stop lights or stop signs long enough for anyone to notice me. I could see people, but no one seemed to look at me, I suppose everyone else has other stuff going on to not notice a teenager with a pacifier in their mouths in a car. We got onto the highway, and whenever we would pass a car, I would turn and face mom so that whoever we were passing wouldn't be able to see me. By the time we got to the outlet mall, mom found a parking spot, I felt like no one had seen me and that this whole thing maybe wouldn't be so bad. As soon as we parked, I noticed a woman in front of our car getting into her car, and she saw me, and definitely did a double take. Thirty minutes of perfection, and one woman certainly noticed. I think she was just curious if what she saw was true or not, I was fortunate enough to be able to turn around toward Ashley in the back seat in time before realizing what and how much she really saw. Mom turned off the car, looked at me "think you can behave and be a good girl all afternoon?" I just nodded my head, and with that she pulled out my pacifier and stuck it in the diaper bag. "If you aren't perfectly behaved, you are getting this pacifier back." A slight sigh of relief came over. We got out of the car, and I realized I just made it thirty minutes without thinking about my need to go number two. We got out of the car, and I made sure my dress was pulled down enough that no one would get a glimpse of my wet diaper. I smoothed out my dress, hearing the crinkle of the diaper beneath and faced my mother to see where we were going. She waited for Ashley and started toward a Nine West store. I was thrilled to see we had one, I loved their shoes and purses. But that wouldn't matter until I was out of diapers much, right now, I wouldn't want anybody to see me at all, a nice purse and nice shoes would only bring me minimal comfort. I was very aware of the crinkle of my diaper and the amount that it wrinkled through my dress, but in reality, no one else probably could see it or hear it. The feeling of it being wet was very noticeable, in fact, I was quite sure that it was now thicker because of the wetting. We did some shopping, and I started getting into it after a little bit, Ashley seemed to be more bored than I was, she was keeping herself entertained with her sticker book and didn't seem to care much about what we were getting until mom bought some nail polish for herself. It reminded me of how badly she kept asking me to paint her nails constantly, I missed that attention from her. We kept going through store after store before my cramps started to become unbearable. They started to physically hurt. We were going through the Nike store and while looking at jogging pants the pain became too much and I bent over in pain trying to hold it. I realized there was nothing else I could do. I started toward the bathroom, leaving Mom and Ashley behind, I was half running, half speed walking my way there while trying to keep my butt clinched. I got into the bathroom, ran into a stall and shut the stall door, and crouched over onto the toilet keeping my diaper on. I knew I had to keep it on, so I did and just let it all out. The speed of the poop was intense, it came out as quickly as it ever had before, and I could feel myself peeing the whole time as well. It just kept happening, and I could feel the top of my diaper tugging from the new space being taken up as the poop smeared around my butt. I could hear the bathroom door open and it was definitely Mom's voice calling out my name. I stated claim of where I was and started crying into my hands, she opened the stall door that I had never locked and I didn't bother to look up at Mom standing there. I think she may have been mad until she realized that I had kept my diaper on and didn't actually use the toilet. "I'm sorry mom, I didn't want to poop out there, I had to have some semblance of privacy." "I understand Meg, but you don't get that luxury anymore. From the smell of things I take it you need a change." That was for certain, I don't think there is any room left in my diaper, I can feel the waste in the front and the back and all around me. I have never felt this disgusting in all my life. Mom pulled out the diaper bag in the stall next to me, the handicapped one and laid down a changing pad and instructed me to lay down. I couldn't believe she was actually going to change my messy diaper, right here, in the ladies room, at a Nike outlet store. Me, a popular near adult, who had everything going for her, would have to have her messy diaper changed by her mother in public. This was a memory to forget.

Is there anyone out there that would be willing to try to do illustrations to go along with this story?