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    the story u are looking for was made by Cow and its called change the channel

    Seven o'clock in the evening arrived in the form of the clock over the mantlepiece chiming in the Lorland household. The house was in a state of mild disarray, with both Mr. and Mrs. Lorland rushing about, each completing the final stages of preparation for the highly anticipated Halloween party that was to take place at a friend's house in only an hour. Ironically enough, the only person not scooting around at a frantic pace was their daughter, a young girl named Chelsea who was only nine years old. She sat primly on the living room couch, carefully applying herself to the colored pencils and coloring book in her lap.

    "Now, you're going to be good for Ms. Lauren, aren't you, honey?" asked her mother, whizzing by to briefly pause in front of the mirror mounted on the wall and adjust her hair.

    "I'll be good, momma," dutifully recited Chelsea, not taking her eyes off of her coloring book.

    "Such a good girl," vaguely said Mrs. Lorland before disappearing out of the room again. Chelsea's father came in right as her mother was leaving, pausing to adjust his tie in the same mirror.

    "Honey?" he yelled at his retreating wife. "What time did you tell the babysitter to show up?"

    "Seven o'clock, dear. She should be here any moment," responded Mrs. Lorland, also yelling.

    Right on cue the doorbell rang in announcement, signaling the arrival of the babysitter, Lauren. The college freshman was undoubtedly attractive, with a shapely body, smooth skin the color of chocolate and curled black hair cut short. The only real fault to be noticed, and then it was a matter of taste, was the certain amount of plumpness to be found on her body.

    She greeted Mr. Lorland with a bright smile as he opened the door. "Good evening, sir!"

    "Good evening, Lauren," returned Mr. Lorland distractedly, ushering the young woman inside. He made a vague gesture towards Chelsea seated on the couch, saying, "This'll be Chelsea, of course. We really appreciate you filling in for Kayla and especially on such short notice."

    "No problem at all, Mr. Lorland. It's my pleasure," said Lauren perkily. She approached Chelsea who was still lying atop the couch and bent down slightly, placing her hands on her knees and asked in a very much "talking to children" voice, "How are you doing, Chelsea?"

    Chelsea, who was already in a bit of a sulk about being told she was too young to come to the kind of party that Mr. and Mrs. Lorland were going to, did not appear very impressed. Nevertheless, she responded in a monotone: "I'm fine, thank you Ms. Lauren."

    "Oh, just call me Lauren, please," bubbled Lauren.

    At this point, Mrs. Lorland had joined Mr. Lorland and both were standing by the door, looking slightly hurried.

    "Well, it looks like you two are getting on very well," beamed Mr. Lorland, his hand on the doorknob. "We've left emergency numbers on the refridgerator and you're free to help yourself to whatever you would like out of it. We'll be back around twelve. Call us if there are any problems."

    "Oh, I'm sure that everything will be alright," assured Lauren. "You two go out and enjoy yourselves!"

    The Lorlands smiled and nodded their heads before excusing themselves, leaving Chelsea and Lauren alone.

    The change in Lauren was almost immediate. The young woman moved back over to the couch and none-too-gently pushed Chelsea's legs aside. "Make room, squirt," she said before settling herself down.

    At this point, Chelsea had put away her coloring book and turned on the television, casually flipping through the channels. She was surprised when Lauren plucked the remote right out of her hands and began to surf through the channels herself.

    "I was going to watch something!," squealed Chelsea, indignant.

    "Tough," unsympathetically countered Lauren before finally coming across what she had been looking for. She had settled upon a horribly violent slasher film, the kind that were usually shown on and around Halloween. It really was atrociously violent. Chelsea couldn't help but wince after only a few seconds.

    "I'm not supposed to watch this kinda thing," said Chelsea unhappily, holding her hands over her eyes.

    "Close your eyes then, you big baby. I was watching stuff like this when I was your age all the time," responded Lauren, which probably went a lot in explaining why she was the way she was.

    "That's not fair!" insisted Chelsea with a quiet whining noise, prompting an indifferent, "Life's not fair," from Lauren. The girl sat frowning, glancing frantically between the television and Lauren before she suddenly struck out, attempting to wrestle control of the remote from Lauren's hands. She managed to change the channel before Lauren caught wise, the babysitter grabbing the remote right back before attempting to change the television channel back to the atrociously violent movie.

    A brief struggle ensued, the television oscillating wildly between channels as each girl attempted to wrestle the remote away from the other. Things finally culminated in a loud popping sound from the television, the shock of the noise sending both girls landing roughly on their behinds with the remote control landing roughly against the wall.

    "You broke it!," accused Lauren as she stood up and brushed herself off, quickly walking back over towards the television, which was now displaying a static screen and making a low and ominous droning noise. She squatted down in front of it and began to play with the controls mounted on the side, frowning. Meanwhile, Chelsea was left to nervously retrieve the remote control from where it lay against the far wall. She picked it back up and walked back to the couch where, experimentally, she pointed the remote at the television and pressed a button.

    The result was immediate! Almost instantly, the quiet droning noise became almost painfully loud and the screen went completely blank. The shock of the noise was enough to frighten Lauren into tumbling backwards again and she landed in a heap in front of the television.

    "You little brat!," she squealed, struggling to right herself. "You did that on purpose!" She began to head directly towards Chelsea with vengeance burning in her eyes and, on reflex, the frightened young girl covered her head in her arms, hands balling into fists and, in the process, pressed a good number of buttons on the remote without even realizing it.

    Chelsea stood trembling, waiting for a blow that never came. After a few moments, she tentatively removed her arms from over her head and glanced about the room.

    The living room was now completely empty, the dark interior faintly illuminated by the now dim glow of the television screen. Chelsea was totally perplexed -- there was nowhere that her babysitter could have gone in so short a time and it was all that she could do to stare blankly around her when she heard, faintly at the edge of her hearing, her name being called. After a few moments she realized it was coming from the television. She turned, stared and her eyes widened.

    On the screen of the television, in what appeared to be a kitchen set, was unmistakably Chelsea's babysitter Lauren. Lauren glanced around in mute confusion before saying something that was too quiet to be made out. Obligingly, without thinking about it, Lauren pointed the remote at the television and turned the volume up.

    "W-what's going on? Chelsea, where are you?" Lauren's voice came through the television receiver with perfect clarity. Not quite sure of what to make of this, Chelsea responded with the immediately obvious answer, saying, "Can you hear me, Lauren? You're in the television!"

    "What? Don't be ridiculous! You can't b--" Lauren was cut off, surprised by the sudden arrival of another person in the kitchen. Inside the television, she blinked blankly as a woman, a bit older than her, entered into the kitchen and moved towards the pantry, withdrawing a familiar looking box of cereal before moving over towards the cabinets to retrieve a bowl. Lauren was dumbstruck as she watched her grab a carton of milk from the refridgerator before moving towards the counter where Lauren was standing.

    "When my little girls sit down to breakfast, I like to know that they're getting the nutrition they deserve," she began, pouring cereal into the bowl and turning to smile out at apparent nothingness. "That's why I choose Sugar Cubes, the choice made by responsible mothers." She poured the milk into the bowl before picking up the cereal box and hoisting it slightly, again smiling out into nothingness and striking a small pose.

    Chelsea was the first to catch on. Mouth agape in marvel, she exclaimed, "You're in a commercial!"

    Lauren was momentarily stunned. Her mind told her that this was completely ridiculous but the impossible evidence of what was happening was all around her. Meanwhile, the woman with the cereal had turned her attention back onto Lauren. She pushed the bowl of cereal across the table, the huge grin still on her face. Lauren found it unnerving.

    "Have a bowl, honey!" cheerfully enthused the woman.

    "Get me out of here," yelped a suddenly frightened Lauren, taking a step back.

    "I don't know how," whined Chelsea's voice from the ether.

    The woman took another step forward and Lauren took another step backwards. "Press a button, change the channel, do something!" screamed Lauren as the woman took another step forward, brandishing the cereal bowl.

    The woman was just a single step away when Lauren felt a horrible sense of vertigo. The world around her went dark as reality shifted and a few moments later she was leaning up against the wall, fighting away the mild mental discomfort of what had just happened. "What'd you do, Chelsea?" she groaned.

    "You told me to change the channel," came Chelsea petulantly, her voice seeming to come from everywhere around Lauren. The babysitter finally got a chance to glance about and examine where she was.

    She was in a bedroom, though it certainly wasn't her bedroom. Things seemed to be normal enough, though there was something disconcertingly familiar about it all. Even though she wasn't able to identify exactly where she was, Lauren was certain that she had seen it before. She glanced down at herself and noticed that her clothing had changed along with the reality around her. She was now in a cheerleader's uniform for a high school she didn't recognize. Again, there was the strongest sense of deja-vu.

    "Well, this is a little better," acknolwedged Lauren grudgingly, seeing that she wasn't, for the moment, being viciously bombarded with offers for breakfast foods. "I can'tt help but feel like I've seen this all before... it just feels weird," she finished lamely before being struck by the oddness of all that happened. She confronted Chelsea again, glancing around before saying, "You need to figure out a way to get me out of here, Chelsea!"

    "What is it that you want me to do?" whined Chelsea, now seated on the couch back in the living room and watching her television curiously.

    "Press buttons! There has to be something on there that'll get me out!"

    "Fine," huffed Chelsea. She began to pick through the buttons on the remote control, leaving Lauren to impatiently begin to pace around the room. After a moment she opened her mouth to saying something, most likely another beratement, but to her puzzlement only the faintest squeak came out of her mouth. A confused expression crossed her face and then she tried again, eliciting the same squeak.

    "Guess volume control isn't going to help," said Chelsea thumbing the volume back up in a tone of voice far too cheery for Lauren's liking. She angrily began chewing out her young charge when something suddenly happened to make her stop. "Listen you little brat, I don't wa--"

    Music had suddenly started playing. Deep, foreboding and intimidating music. Lauren found the low tones just as familiar as everything else had struck her and her eyes suddenly widened as realization struck her. It was the horribly violent slasher movie.

    Before she could yell a command for Chelsea to change the channel, her door suddenly burst open. Filling the door was the most unpleasant individual she had ever seen but what stole her attention was the large and intimidating chainsaw clutched in his hands, its industrial whine completely filling Lauren's world. The horrifying figure made to advance and Lauren acted on pure adrenaline, running to the window to push it open and throw herself outside.

    It wasn't long before she found herself outside, running into a suitably frightening and densely-packed forest right outside the window that, to Lauren, looked horribly familiar. Thankfully, the sound of the chainsaw was beginning to die into the background to be replaced with the furious sound of her beating chest and her own panting. Lauren finally stopped her running, bent over in a clearing and began to pant loudly in an effort to catch her breath.

    "C-change," gasped Lauren, fighting for breath. "C-change the channel, Chelsea!" She straightened up and glanced around, still panting. Everything was so familiar! She was getting the strongest sense of deja-vu, her memory fighting to recall the shape of the horribly violent slasher movie that she had become trapped in. "I've got to get out of here now!"

    "You're not going anywhere," breathed a voice nearby, deep and horrible. Lauren's eyes widened as she turned around to see the horrible slasher, moonlight giving his twisted face wicked shadows along with glinting off of the large and terrible knife clutched in his hand.

    Lauren immediately turned and began to run again but, in the very best traditions of these kinds of movies everywhere, her foot caught on an exposed tree root and she tumbled, giving a loud squeal as her body landed heavily on the ground. There was simply no time to recover. Before she could pull herself off the ground she became aware of the shadow falling over her, the violent slasher blocking out any chance of escape. Memories flooded into her mind and Lauren knew: this was the point at which the leading female, the one whose role she had stepped into, was horribly butchered.

    She held her hands up placatingly for all the little good it would do, whimpering. She became vaguely aware of a hot trickling between her legs and pooling underneath and became aware that, adding insult to injury, she had begun to wet herself in fright. Lauren's eyes watched as the violent slasher began to bring his knife down with a vicious whistling sound and closed her eyes, bracing for the impact.

    Lauren was aware of a sudden sense of vertigo and dizziness. The young woman was suddenly aware of another change in the world around her taking place.

    When she finally dared to tentatively open her eyes, a sense of relief passed over her. The forest was gone, replaced by a gently decorated room. The walls were painted a soft pink with a cloud motif on the ceiling. Across the room was an unusual looking table with drawers against its side, along with a rocking chair not too far from it. The floor was made from a soft white carpet and Lauren noticed out of the corner of her eye a small playpen in the corner. What was slightly disconcerting was how big everything seemed to be -- it was like a room made for giants. Lauren doubted she'd even be able to pull herself up onto the rocking chair as huge as it was.

    Lauren gradually became more aware of where she herself was -- she was sitting up on a soft cushion with large wooden bars that went straight up looming all around her, higher than she could possibly reach. As she pushed herself to her feet, finding her legs unusually wobbly, her mind filled in the blanks and found the world 'crib'. She realized that she was in what could only possibly be a giant nursery, currently standing in what could only be the crib. At the same time, she also became aware of an unusual feeling between her legs. Lauren glanced down.

    Gone was the cheerleading uniform -- in its place was was a brightly colored yellow t-shirt that didn't even make it all the way down to her waist and, underneath that, hugging her hips, a thick disposable diaper, the thick padding pushing her legs apart and forcing a waddle into every movement. Across the front was a brightly colored tape with Sesame Street characters smiling brightly. Lauren was also aware of a suspiciously warm feeling and she shyly reached down, rubbing her hand across the front of the crinkly plastic and confirmed it: the diaper front was warm to the touch. She was soaked.

    She felt a trickle going down the inside of her leg and realized suddenly that her wetting had gone beyond a simple soaking.

    Lauren was immediately mortified. She tugged the soft blanket lying around her feet and pulled it up over her front, as if she could hide the incriminating garment. "Chelsea, change the channel again! T-this is just as bad!"

    Chelsea had no such intentions. Lauren could hear appearing from the ether a smattering of badly-repressed giggles, the young girl back in her own living room quite pleased to see her bratty babysitter reduced to such a position. "What's that?" she teasingly lilted at the television screen. "Why, yes, I do think you need a change!"

    Lauren's furious blushing increased in intensity. She stomped her foot insistently into the crib mattress, a childish tantrum of a response. The diapered woman yelled, "Chelsea, I'm not kidding! When I get out of here, I'm gonna --"

    Chelsea never found out exactly what Lauren was going to do. She watched in delight as the view on the television suddenly panned over to the door, which opened to reveal an older woman somewhere in her late twenties, her serene expression and gently curving body radiating an expression of 'new mother'. "Is my little girl feeling fussy?" she cooed cheerfully, gliding towards the crib.

    Lauren watched with wide eyes as the woman bent down and wrapped her hands around her middle, easily hefting her and bringing her onto her hip. She realized the woman's intentions when she felt the leg band of her diaper being gently pulled away and a finger inserted to check on her soggy padding. "My, my, leaking already," the woman tsked before resettling Lauren in her arms. She placed the young woman in the crook of her arm and began to drift towards the changing table, speaking aloud to the invisible television audience.

    "I find that most diapers just aren't enough to keep up with my active little baby," said the woman, settling Lauren on her back atop the changing table. Realization of what was about to happen struck her and she began to squirm and wriggle, trying to pull herself up, but all she got was a strap over her tummy and arms for her efforts. Struck with the humiliating realization that Chelsea, watching with a gleeful look back in the living room, could see everything, she began to kick her legs to try to delay the inevitable and called out for help.

    "Chelsea, you've got to change the channel now! Please!" Lauren watched, completely helpless as the gigantic motherly woman began to manipulate the tapes on her babyish disposable, pulling back one and then the other.

    A barely restrained giggle from the ether greeted Lauren's pleas, followed by Chelsea's teasing voice. "Are you sure? This channel seems a lot safer than all the other ones. The only thing that you need to worry about is diaper rash!"

    A furious blushing spread across Lauren's face, both from the embarrassment of Chelsea's words and the fact that this commercial mother had finally pulled back the soggy disposable front of her diaper, revealing Lauren's moistened crotch to the world. There was nothing that the poor young college girl could do, squirming back and forth in the gentle confines that the changing table and the strap provided. Lauren was made to suffer the embarrassment of the gigantic woman tugging the soggied disposable diaper out from underneath her rear and tsking as she balled it up and threw it in the diaper pail placed right beside the changing table for just such a reason.

    Lauren knew what was coming next, but that didn't make it any less humiliating. The woman towering over her produced a wipe and began gently but thoroughly cleaning her. Poor Lauren was mortified, unable to do anything but twist and squirm as the warm wipe was carefully and effeciently rubbed over the most intimate spots of her body.

    Soon, after what felt like forever to Lauren, the woman finally finished cleaning her up. She began speaking again, rummaging through one of the supply cabinets underneath the changing table as she did so. "That's why I only trust Dryclouds Extra-Duty brand diapers, because only they can give the thick protection that my little ones deserve."

    Lauren's eyes widened as the woman straightened back up, holding in her hands a babyish diaper that, if anything, looked even thicker than the one that she was just changed out of. She renewed her pleadings to Chelsea, squirming more frantically than ever. "Chelsea, please, you can't let her change me into that! I promise I'll be nice, just l--mph!"

    "Such a fussy one," crooned the commerical mother, having just pushed a pacifier into Lauren's open mouth. Lauren, helpless to the whims of the commercial's reality, felt her mouth involuntarily beginning to suckle, her body beset by a sudden wave of drowsiness. She could only watch helplessly as the gigantic woman gently lifted her legs, putting her shapely rump on a momentary display before sliding the thick and babyish diaper underneath her rear. She was vaguely aware of Chelsea's giggles echoing all around her as the woman reached for a can of baby powder and applied a liberal sprinkling to Lauren's crotch before bringing the front of the diaper up between Lauren's legs and taping it into place.

    The diaper felt so thick! Lauren could immediately feel her legs forced apart as the woman taped it up between her legs, frosting on the cake that was her embarrassment. She watched the ceiling intently in her humiliation as the woman undid the strap circled around her waist, still sucking her pacifier without a thought about it and hoping that her embarrassment was, at least, at an end.

    She was mildly surprised when, instead of going back in the crib, the woman settled down in the rocking chair, still holding Lauren in her lap. She stroked Lauren's head and quietly remarked, "My baby seems very fussy today, doesn't she? Well, mommy knows how to fix that."

    Lauren was a little confused. She certainly didn't remember this part in any commercial and she got a vague sense of foreboding. This only intensified as the woman, using the hand that wasn't supporting Lauren, began to unbutton her blouse to reveal the heavy and ripe breast positively bursting underneath it. Lauren began to squirm as if to try to get away as the nipple came into view but, without a second thought, the woman pulled the pacifier out of her mouth and brought Lauren closer to her chest, brushing her lips against the nipple.

    Compelled by the same reality-imparted urges that forced her to suckle on the pacifier without a choice, Lauren began to nurse at the gigantic mother's breast. A few seconds later warm milk began to trickle into her mouth before rolling gently down her throat, sweet to the taste and filling her tummy with warmth that immediately made her feel drowsy.

    At first Lauren tried to kick and squirm, completely humiliated by what her body was betraying her in doing. The lulling effect of the milk, however, combined with the mother's gentle stroking of her back and quiet humming soothed her against her will. A dozy look fell across her face and the seconds drifted into minutes, her little arms pressed hungrily against the gigantic breast as she drank her fill.

    Some time later, Lauren became vaguely aware of the fact that she was being lifted from her cozy spot. She felt herself being laid across something a little less comfortable, followed by a gentle but insistent patting on her back.

    What brought Lauren back to her senses was the babyish belch that issued from her own mouth, but Chelsea's subsequent giggling that seemed to come all around her. The girl that she had been babysitting had seen everything, and that more than anything positively crippled Lauren with embarassment. She began to open her mouth to begin her beratement, but before she knew it the pacifier was being pushed back in and her involuntary suckles began again.

    "My little girl feels all better, doesn't she?" crooned the woman, straightening up and patting Lauren gently on her crinkly padded rump. Lauren, for her part, was too swept up by all that had happened to even move -- she still felt drowsy and, humiliating as it was to admit, the most pleasant warm feeling was spreading from her milk-filled tummy. She felt herself being carried over towards the playpen. She was settled down on her gently padded rump and her chin gently tickled.

    "You can have some fun here and Mommy will be in to check on you in a little bit, alright sweety? Be good for Mommy," soothed the gigantic woman before straightening back up and quietly exiting the nursery.

    Lauren blinked drowsily. It took her a moment to recover her senses but she soon came to. She glanced around in a mild stupor before turning her eyes down at herself.

    She was dressed like the littlest of infants. Her mouth worked in a rote suckle, nursing on the pacifier. She was still dressed in the gentle yellow t-shirt while now, hugging her hips, was what was the thickest and most infantile baby's diaper she had ever seen, pushing her legs fiercely apart. She was vaguely aware of a pleasant tingling warmth from her tummy that was, she realized with no small amount of embarrassment, from the tummyful of milk that she had just nursed from the mother.

    A wave of crimson humiliation spread over Lauren's cheeks. Acutely aware of the fact that she was even now being watched by her charge, she unsteadily pulled herself to her feet, gripping the wall of the playpen for support in an attempt to muster as much dignity as she could in the babyish position that she had been put into.

    "C-chelsea, I know you're there! Listen to me or else! I-If you don't get me out of here right now, you're going to rue the day you were born!"

    Sure enough, Chelsea's tinkling giggle answered her. At this point, the young girl was stretched happily across the couch, pleased with the show that unfolded in front of her. She mischeviously replied, "Are you sure, Mrs. Lauren? I think your mommy said she wanted you to stay right there."

    Lauren's blush intensified. The bratty young woman's temper flared in reaction to the humiliation and embarrassment that she had endured and she suddenly snapped, yelling, "Listen, you little brat! You take orders from me! I knew that you were a horrible little girl from the moment that I saw you and when I get out of here I am personally going to make sure that you're spanked so hard that you won't be able to sit down for a month! Furthermore, I... f-furthermore..."

    Lauren was aware of an unfamiliar rumbling feeling from her tummy. She shifted slightly, gripping the side of the playpen for more support, blinking. Before she could realize what was happening, the inevitable started to occur. Lauren's legs bent at the knees as she began forcing the contents of her bowels into her diaper. There was not a thing that she could do to resist the reality imposed on her by the commercial and it was all she could do to stifle the tiny grunts as the seat of her diaper expanded considerably to accomodate the warm mushy mess.

    It was over relatively quickly. Lauren was positively agape with shock and humiliation, fully aware of the way that her legs were pushed even further apart by the mess that was now hanging between her legs. She made an attempt to shift her weight from one foot to the other as if to find the position that would afford her the least contact with the humiliating lump in her diaper and, to add insult and injury, she accidently overbalanced. With a squeal, she toppled, landing full on her messy diaper seat and becoming intimately familiar with it.

    Lauren became aware of Chelsea's mocking laugher all around her. Her temper flared and briefly threatened to drown out her embarrassment, but before she could, the young girl had already began to speak.

    "Little brat? At least I'm not the one who just messed her diaper and is sitting in a nursery about to cry for her mommy! You're the jerk here and if you're just going to yell at me, you can just stay in diapers forever!"

    Lauren was stunned. It was all that she could do to blink, confronted by the sudden temper of her babysitting charge. She blinked several times in rapid succession and had just begin to open her mouth to yell back a reply when she became aware of an odd feeling.

    Things seemed to pause in a split second before resuming again and one of the oddest feelings that she had ever felt washed over her. When she had finally regained control of her senses, she felt oddly alone. Lauren blinked, trying to fathom what had just happened, when she realized what it was. The link with Chelsea had been severed and it was just her in this nursery now. Curiously, this struck Lauren as a much more horrible thing than having her here to see everything and a suddenly urgent and upset feeling overtook her. Without knowing exactly why, the messy-diapered young woman burst into tears.

    It wasn't long at all before the gigantic mother was soon back inside the nursery. She moved immediately over to Lauren and hefted her gently in her arms. She began rubbing the young woman's back, bouncing her gently in her arms and saying, "Sweety! Sweety! What's wrong?" The smell from Lauren's mushy diaper hit her nose then and she knew. Still trying to soothe her crying baby, she gently carried Lauren over towards the changing table and laid her back down atop it, though Lauren hadn't stopped crying in the least.

    She would have a chance to get used to it, of course. She would continue to have her diapers changed by her mommy for a very very long time.

    Elsewhere, in another dimension, Chelsea glanced with curiosity at the video tape that was in her hands, fresh from the VCR. She hadn't been entirely sure what would happen when she pressed the RECORD button on the remote control, but her intuition has turned out to be right. She was very pleased. She hadn't liked her babysitter from the start.

    Later, when her parents came home, they would be surprised and confused to find their daughter sleeping quietly in her bed, apparently having gone to sleep of her own violition. Of Lauren, there was no clue as to where she was. When woken up and pressed for answers, Chelsea was only able to shrug her shoulders and say that Lauren had decided to leave and had never come back. No trace of her was ever found.

    And that was that.

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    in Story and Art Forum

    Posted

    Jamie's Tales Part 1

    Intro:

    Jamie is a small girl, she's 12 yrs old, but she's only 4'0" and 50

    lbs. Her

    mom has put Jamie back in diapers since she has decided to wet

    herself

    constantly, as a form of punishment, which just so happens to be just

    what Jamie wanted in the first place.The story begins at the start of

    the

    summer break.

    Story:

    "Jamie! Time to get ready to go!" Jamie's mom yells up the stairs.

    "We're

    going to be late picking up your father at the airport!" Jamie comes

    down

    stairs, wearing a pink luvs diaper and a pink baby t-shirt. "I

    thought I

    told you to get ready to go. Is that how you want to go out?" "I sure

    do mom.

    I've decided that I'm not going to ever cover up my diaper again."

    "I'm not

    to sure about that Jamie. You're being punished, but going out in

    just a

    diaper is a little strange." Jamie just looks at her mother and wets

    herself,

    filling her diaper with warm pee. "You can't make me wear anything

    over it.

    I've decided that I like wearing diapers, and I'll never cover them

    up, no

    matter what happens." Her mom asks "Well, do you need to be changed

    then

    before we go?" "No, I'm fine mom." Jamie then heads off towards the

    kitchen.

    "Jamie, we're going to be late, come on!" "I'll be right there mom".

    Jamie

    grabs a glass and fills it with warm water. Then she pours it down

    into her

    diaper, soaking it even more. Then she fills it again, this time with

    cold

    water, and she drinks it down completely."Now I'll wet myself good."

    she

    thinks. Then she heads back out to the front door, and walks right

    out to the

    car. Jamie doesn't even seem to care that she's openly diapered for

    the world

    to see. Little does she know that a girl from her school, Amber, is

    riding

    her bike down the street as Jamie is coming out of the house. She

    rides right

    up to Jamie, who is standing at the door to the car waiting for her

    mom to

    lock up the house. Jamie sees Amber ride up to her and doesn't know

    what to

    do. She wants to be openly diapered, but hadn't counted on seeing

    anyone she

    knew. Amber says " Well look at the cute little baby!". Jamie starts

    to blush.

    About this time Jamie's mom walks over to the car and says "Well now

    Jamie,

    who's your friend?" Amber says "Hi, my name is Amber. Jamie and I

    were in the

    same class last year. I never knew she wore diapers!" Jamie's mom

    says "Nice

    to meet you Amber. Jamie wears diapers all the time now. She hates

    wearing

    anything over her diapers. She likes wearing them too much I guess."

    Amber

    giggles. "You mean she goes everywhere like this?" Jamie's mom says"

    Starting

    today she does. She just decided to. Jamie, tell Amber bye now, we

    have to go

    get daddy at the airport." She gets in the car, leaving Jamie and

    Amber to

    talk for a second. Amber says" Wait until everyone hears about this.

    That

    will teach you to tell on me for cheating on that spelling test!"

    Jamie says

    "Please don't tell everyone! I'll do anything!" Amber says "Come over

    to my

    house tommorrow wearing what you're wearing now and I'll consider

    it." Jamie

    says "Sure. Just please don't tell anyone!" Amber says "Ok. I won't,

    at

    least, not yet. We'll see tommorrow if I will or not." Jamie gets

    into the car

    and they drive away. Jamie's mom asks "Did you enjoy being seen in

    your

    diaper. Since you seem to want it so much, I'll help you along.

    You'll be

    happy to know that I'm taking all your jeans, skirts, and shorts from

    your

    closet the same way I took your panties. You want to dress like a

    little girl

    in just a diaper and shirt, so I'll treat you like a little girl and

    that's

    all you'll wear, except for the new clothes I'm going to buy you. I'm

    glad

    you're still able to wear size 6X dresses! I heard what you and Amber

    were

    talking about, and I think you going over to her house is a great

    idea. I'll

    take you over there myself. Jamie doesn't know what to say except

    "Thanks."

    "Think nothing of it. I'm happy to take my little girl over to her

    friends

    house! I'm sure your father will feel the same way." About half way

    to the

    airport, Jamie feels the need to pee again, and she lets it go,

    flooding her

    diaper. It leaks onto the seat. Jamie knows her mom will be mad,

    especially

    since she asked her if she needed to be changed before they left. She

    tries

    to hide it best she can. By the time they get to the airport, Jamie

    needs to

    go again. This time she holds it, but the water she drank really

    starts

    pushing on her little bladder. "Come on Jamie, daddy should be at

    gate 12 by

    now." Jamie gets out and holds her mom's hand on the way to gate 12.

    Along

    the way, many people seems to be giggling at Jamie's expense. By the

    time

    they get to gate 12, Jamie can't hold it any longer. She floods her

    diaper

    with warm pee. Some of it leaks out and onto the floor. Jamie's mom

    sees this

    and says "Jamie! Your diaper is flooded! I didn't bring the diaper

    bag with

    us, so you'll have to wear that nasty diaper until we get home and

    can change

    you!" Several people around laugh. About this time they spot Jamie's

    Dad and

    her mom waves him over. He sees his daughter and asks "What on earth

    is going

    on here? Why is Jamie wearing just a soaked diaper and t-shirt?"

    "It's what

    she wanted to wear" her mom replies. "She refuses to cover up her

    diaper, and

    seems to want to dress like a little girl, so I've decided to treat

    her like a

    little girl for a while and see how she likes it. Wouldn't you agree

    that's

    the best thing to do?" Her dad says" Yes. I think it suits her. If

    she wants

    to act like a little toddler, we'll treat her like one." "Come on

    little

    Jamie, we've got to go home and change you out of that nasty diaper".

    Jamie's Tales (Pt. 2)

    Disclaimer:

    This story is fiction. It involves children being made to wear

    diapers,= water

    sports, and brown showers(poop), but I in no way condone kiddie porn,

    and I

    think anyone who does is a little messed up and should seek help. If

    you

    don't like stories about kids in diapers, read no further. The rest,

    enjoy the

    story!

    Cast of Characters:

    Jamie - 12 yr old girl who convinced her mom and dad to put her back

    in

    diapers, but got more than she bargained for.

    Anne- Jamie's 28 yr old mother.

    Greg- Jamie's 29 yr old father.

    Amber- 12 yr old girl who is a former classmate of Jamie's who knows

    Jamie

    wears diapers.

    Ashley- 12 yr old girl who is Amber's best friend.

    Jennifer- Amber's 17 yr old sister.

    Micheal- Amber's 15 yr old brother.

    Jill- Amber's 35 yr old mother.

    Stella- Amber's 39 yr old aunt.

    Recap:

    When we last left Jamie she was leaving the airport with her mom and

    dad, in

    a very mesy diaper and a top. Her mom removed all her skirts, shorts,

    and

    jeans as she promised from Jamie's closet. We continue the next

    morning.

    Adventure to Amber's (Jamie's Tales Pt. 2)

    "Jamie, wake up! Time to get up and get ready to go over to your

    friend

    amber's house!" Anne says as she walks into Jamie's room, carrying a

    diaper,

    wipes, and powder. Jamie, who is now wearing a soaked pink luvs

    diaper and a

    baby doll outfit, sleepily says "It's too early mom. I want to sleep

    later."

    Anne walks over to Jamie and says "Babies do what their mommies say

    or they

    get spanked. Do you want to be spanked?" Jamie says "Mom, I don't

    want to be

    a baby. When we went to go get daddy yesterday, that was really

    embarrassing.

    Everyone laughed at me." Anne says "You should have thought about

    that before

    you decided you never wanted to wear anything to cover up your diaper

    again.

    You're going to be in diapers for the rest of the summer!" Jamie says

    "But

    mom, I don't want to run around in a diaper anymore like that. I

    still want

    to wear diapers, but not like that." Anne says "Don't argue with my

    little

    girl! Babies don't get to decide what they wear, and if you're in

    diapers,

    you must be a baby!" Anne leans over Jamie and starts to take off her

    baby

    doll. "Time to change that nasty diaper. You really did wet, didn't

    you!"

    Jamie is now lying on her bed in just a diaper. Anne undos the tapes

    and

    raises up Jamies rear, and slides the wet diaper out from under her.

    Jamie

    secretly enjoys having her diaper changes, so enjoys this thoroughly.

    Anne

    then clean's Jamie up with the wipes, powders her, and slides a new

    pink luvs

    diaper under her and fastens the tapes. Anne then takes the dirty

    diaper and

    puts it in Jamie's diaper pail. She then says" Now, time to pick out

    what

    you're going to wear. I think this top will work." Anne holds up a

    pink

    checked top with a ruffled bottom, picot trimmed neckline, and a bow

    in front

    that will leave her diaper plainly visible. "You look so adorable in

    pink."

    Anne puts the top on Jamie, and steps back to look at her. "Doesn't

    my little

    baby girl look so cute!" Anne then takes some hair ties and proceeds

    to put

    Jamie's hair into pig tails. "Now you look like a toddler. You're so

    cute as a

    baby, you may wear diapers for along time. Now, time to get some

    breakfast

    now, then I'll take you over to your friend Amber's house. Come on

    down

    stairs." Anne leaves the room, and Jamie looks over at the mirror. "I

    do look

    like a little toddler. Maybe no one will recognize me." Jamie heads

    down

    stairs. When she gets there, she finds a high chair where she

    normally sits.

    Her dad is at the table eating breakfast, bacon and eggs, which just

    so

    happened to be Jamie's favorite. "Mom, am I supposed to sit in that?"

    Jamie

    asks. Anne says "Yes, honey, let mommy help you into it" Anne picks

    up Jamie

    and places her into the high chair. Jamie doesn't know what to think

    of this,

    but decides not to argue. "Did my little girl sleep well last night?"

    Greg

    asks."I slept just fine daddy" Jamie says. "That's good. It's nice to

    have my

    little girl back. You look so adorable in diapers." Greg says.

    "Thanks daddy."

    Jamie says, holding back what she told her mom. If it makes her

    parents so

    happy, and she does like to wear diapers, maybe this isn't going to

    be all

    bad. Anne walks over to Jamie with a plate of bacon and eggs and puts

    it down

    in front of her. Everything has been cut into little pieces. "I don't

    have

    any baby food, so this will have to do for now. You're going to be

    eating a

    lot of baby food, but I'll still let you eat some of the foods you

    enjoy like

    a big girl, but only if you're good and do what mommy says, OK?" Anne

    says.

    "Ok, mommy, I'll be a good girl." Jamie states. Anne then proceeds to

    feed

    Jamie all of the food, and gives her some milk in a toddler cup.

    "Now, time

    for my little girl to go see her friend. I've already talked to

    Amber's mom

    about you coming over there today, and she thought is was great for

    Amber to

    have a new playmate, even if she's still a baby. When you need to be

    changed,

    she'll be changing you. I've already packed up your diaper bag, so I

    guess we

    can go ahead and go now." Jamie doesn't know what to think about

    Amber's mom

    changing her. She's never even met the woman, and now she's going to

    be

    changing her diapers! The thought of this makes her excited. She

    likes being

    diapered, just not out in public. "Maybe this isn't going to be all

    bad

    today." Jamie thinks. Anne grabs some pink socks and puts them on

    Jamie.

    Then Jsmie notices that they have lace on them. Anne then puts

    Jamie's white

    keds on her. "Now, let's go." Anne says.Anne grabs Jamie's diaper

    bag, and

    they head out the door.

    Anne drives Jamie to Amber's house. When they pull up, Amber, Ashley,

    Jennifer, and Jill all come out to greet them. "She looks so cute,

    are you

    sure she's your age Amber?" Jill asks. "Yes mom, she was in my

    class." Amber

    says. "Well, we'll take good care of your little girl, Anne. Don't

    wory about

    a think. I take it that's her diaper bag. I'll take it inside. You

    and Greg

    have a good time today." Jill says. "Be a good little girl today,

    Jamie, and

    mind Jill. Do what she says or else." Anne says. "Yes mommy, I'll be

    a good

    little girl." Anne gets back in her car, waves to Jamie, and drives

    off. Jill

    says "Ok girls, let's go back inside." Jamie then feels a sudden urge

    in her

    bowels. She starts cramping. Jamies doesn't know that her mom put a

    strong

    laxative in her milk at breakfast. Before Jamie knows it, her bowels

    explode,

    forcing her to stop and groan and filling her diaper with warm poop

    And to

    top it off, her bladder decides to empty itself, soaking the diaper.

    Everyone

    looks at Jamie and Ashley says "I think she just pooped in her

    diaper!" Jamie

    turns bright red. "I think you're right." Jill says. " We better get

    you

    inside so I can change you diaper." Ashley and Amber both can't stop

    gigling.

    Ashley walks over to Jamie and pats her firmly on the butt, squishing

    the

    poop in her diaper. "She has a full load!" Jill takes Jamie's hand

    and leads

    her inside. Everyone files inside after Jill and Jamie. Jill says

    "Lie down

    over ther eon the floor and I'll be right back to change your

    diaper." Amber

    says "Can we watch mom?" "Sure, I don't see why not" Jill says. Jill

    walks

    into another rooms and comes back with a plastic bag. She then grabs

    a diaper,

    powder, and wipes from Jamie's diaper bag. Then she walks over to

    Jamie, and

    removes the soiled diaper. "That was a big load, what have you been

    eating

    little girl?" Jill says as she starts cleaning Jamie up. The phone

    starts

    ringing and Jennifer answers it. Jill powders Jamie and puts a new

    pink luvs

    diaper on her. "There, all better" Jill says. Jennifer yells " Mom,

    telephone!" Jill walks over and picks up the cordless, and starts

    talking.

    "Hello, this is Jill." "You need me to come right now? I'm

    babysitting."

    "Well, if it's an emergency, my daughter can watch her for me. I'll

    be right

    there." "there's been a horrible accident, and they need me at the

    hospital.

    Jennifer, I'm going to have to ask you to cancel your plans today and

    watch

    little Jamie for me. Can I count on you?" Jill asks. Jennifer, who

    had

    planned to have a hot day with her boyfriend later, is none to happy

    about

    this developement, but doesn't want her mom to be in a spot. "Sure

    mom, you

    can count on me to look out for the little baby." Jennifer says. Jill

    runs off

    into the next room. Jennifer says "You're being her screwed up my day

    Jamie,

    but we're going to have some fun when my mom leaves." Jennifer smiles

    a smile

    that Jamie is pretty sure that is not a good sign. Jill comes running

    out of

    the other room after about 2 mins. dressed in her nurses uniform.

    "I'll be

    back late tonight. You all behave. Watch little Jamie carefully

    Jennifer. We

    wouldn't want her to hurt herself, you know how babies can be." Jill

    says. "I

    will mom, she's in good hands with us." Jennifer says as she smiles

    toward

    Jamie. Jill says "Alright, bye." and heads out the door. Jennifer

    says "Now

    the fun can really start. You're going to wish you never came over

    here

    Jamie." Jennifer walks into the kitchen and makes 5 glasses of water.

    Then

    she yells "Micheal, come out here and meet the new baby on the

    block!" She

    then hands Jamie a large glass of water and says "Drink it. You're

    going to be

    wetting like crazy. And if you don;t do exactly what I say, I'll tell

    my mom

    and yours that you were really bad, and then you'll be punished."

    Jamie takes

    the glass and drinks it down. Then she says "You're not going to make

    me

    drink all of those, are you?" "Of course not" Jennifer says, "These

    are for

    us, because when we have to go to the bathroom, we're going to pee

    into your

    diaper and make you wear it!" Jamie says " No way. I won't let you."

    Jennifer

    says "Yes ou will. Remember what your mom said, do what we say, or

    else."

    Jamie starts crying. "I don't want you to pee on me" Jamie crys.

    "We're not

    peeing on you, we're peeing into your diaper." Jennifer responds.

    Jennifer

    then hands out glasses to Ashley and Amber, and yells "Micheal, come

    here!"

    She then takes her glass and drinks it quickly, as does Amber and

    Ashley. At

    this moment another cramp hits Jamie. She starts wiggling and

    groaning lowly

    from the cramps. "Does baby need to poo poo again? Go ahead baby,

    fill your

    diaper." Jennifer says. Micheal walks in from another room and says

    "Who's

    the baby?" Amber says "Her name is Jamie, she was in my class last

    year." And

    as Amber is saying that, Jamies bowels explode into her diaper,

    causing her to

    let out another load groan. Ashley laughs and says "I think she just

    pooped

    in her diaper again." Jennifer just smiles and says " I think she did

    too.

    You're going to be wearing that diaper for a while Jamie. Sit down."

    Jennifer

    pushes on Jamie and makes her sit down, squishing the poop in her

    diaper.

    "Like the feeling of shit in your diaper?" she asks. Jennifer hands

    Micheal

    his glass and says "Here drink this, and when you have to go pee, you

    can pee

    into Jamie's diaper". Micheal says "Cool." and takes the glass and

    chugs

    it.Ashley says "I have to go to the bathroom, how am I going to pee

    in her

    diaper?" Jennifer walks into the kitchen and comes back out holding a

    large

    jar. "Pee into this and we can pour it into her diaper, or we can sit

    her down

    and you can pee right onto her." "I think I want to pee on her."

    Ashley says.

    Jennifer walks over to Jamie and takes off her socks and shoes, and

    then takes

    off her top. "This is so we don't get any pee on your clothes."

    Jennifer

    says. Ashley walks over and stands next to Jennifer. Jennifer says

    "Micheal,

    go in the kitchen and fix us all more water, we're going to need it."

    Micheal

    walkins into the kitchen. Jennifer says "Ok, Ashley, stand over Jamie

    and let

    the pee flow." Ashley stands over Jamie, drops her panties to her

    feet, hikes

    up her skirt, and pees into Jamie's diaper. "Ahhh...that feels

    better. Does my

    pee feel good in your diaper little Jamie?" Ashley says laughingly.

    Jamie, not

    knowing what to say about the warm feeling of the pee in her diaper,

    says "I

    guess so." Jennifer yells "She likes it! We're going to have to do it

    constantly then. If anyone has to go to the bathroom, Jamie's diaper

    is the

    place to do it." Ashley pulls up her panties as Micheal walks in with

    more

    water and says "Well I have to pee really bad right now. Guess I'll

    pee in

    her diaper." He walks over to Jamie and says "Stand up, baby!" Jamie

    stands

    up, the pee and poop squishing around in her diaper. Micheal whips

    out his

    penis and points it into Jamie's diaper. A flood of pee enters

    Jamie's

    diaper, causing leaks to start dripping from the sides of her legs.

    "Oh know,

    she's leaking!" yells Jennifer,"Get her outside!" Micheal finishes

    peeing and

    then zips up, and says" You heard her, outside!" and starts herding

    Jamie to

    the back door. Jamie heads out back, immediately followed by Micheal,

    into a

    back yard that is completely fenced in with a 10 ft, high wooden

    fence.

    Jennifer and Ashley follow quickly after them. Jennifer looks toward

    Jamie,

    who is wearing a now very soaked and sagging diaper and says "How do

    you like

    it here now, baby? I think I need to pee now too." She walks over to

    Jamie

    and sits her down. She then looks to Micheal and says "Turn around. I

    have to

    pee." Micheal turns around, and Jennifer hikes up her skirt,

    revealing that

    she hasn't been wearing panties, and pees onto Jamie's stomach,

    allowing the

    pee to roll down her belly into her diaper. To add to her

    humiliation, Jamie

    starts peeing at the same time. Her diaper leaks all over the ground,

    and is

    completely soaked. Amber walks outside, holding the large jar, filled

    with

    yellow liquid. She walks over toward Jamie. "I had to pee and didn't

    think I

    could wait in line" Amber says as she pours it on Jamie's head.

    Everyone but

    Jamie starts laughing. Jamie begins to cry. "Ahhh...I don't think

    baby liked

    that too much" Jennifer says. After a few minutes of laughing at

    Jamie,

    Micheal says "I think I need to shit. Hold still Jamie." Jamie jumps

    up and

    darts for the door, but is stopped by Amber and Ashley. "Where do you

    think

    you're going, little Jamie?" Amber says, "my brother said he has to

    poop."

    Micheal says "Hold her, I'll be right back." He goes into the house,

    and

    after a few minutes he returns with some rope. "We can tie her down

    with this

    rope so that I can shit on her." Jamie starts crying loudly. "Shut

    up, or I'll

    shit in your mouth." Micheal says. He starts to tie her between to

    support

    poles on the back porch. Jamie stops crying, afraid that Micheal

    would follow

    through with his threat. Ashley says "I don't think I want to watch

    this."

    and she walks into the house. Amber says "Enjoy your diaper, little

    Jamie"

    and follows Ashley inside. Jennifer says "Well, get started." Micheal

    pulls

    down his pants and boxers and squats over Jamie's stomach. "I guess

    it'll just

    have to slide into her diaper" he says with a smile and starts

    shitting on

    Jamie's stomach. Jamie starts crying again. After a few seconds,

    Jamie's

    stomach has a nice pile of poop on her stomach, Micheal is trying to

    add to

    it, and as Jennifer yells out "Don;t you just love being shit on,

    baby?" out

    walks Stella into the back yard, where she can plainly see Micheal

    with his

    rear to her, taking a dump on Jamie. Jennifer yells "Oh my God!" as

    Stella

    yells "What on Earth is going on here? Micheal, quit that NOW!"

    Micheal

    jumps up and around to see his aunt glaring at him. Jamie just sobs.

    To Be Continued

    What will happen now that Jennifer and Micheal have been caught?

    Will Jamie get a diaper change?

    These questions and more will be answered in the next installment of:

    Jamie's Tales.

    Jamie's Tales Part 3 (Caught in the Act)

    Disclaimer:

    This story is fiction. It involves children being made to wear

    diapers,= water

    sports, and brown showers(poop), but I in no way condone kiddie porn,

    and I

    think anyone who does is a little messed up and should seek help. If

    you=

    don't like stories about kids in diapers, read no further. The rest,

    enjoy the

    story!

    Cast of Characters:(Includes all parts.)

    Jamie - 12 yr old girl who convinced her mom and dad to put her back

    in

    diapers, but got more than she bargained for. The star of the story.

    Anne- Jamie's 28 yr old mother.

    Greg- Jamie's 29 yr old father.

    Amber- 12 yr old girl who is a former classmate of Jamie's who knows

    Jamie

    wears diapers.

    Ashley- 12 yr old girl who is Amber's best friend.

    Jennifer- Amber's 17 yr old sister.

    Micheal- Amber's 15 yr old brother.

    Jill- Amber's 35 yr old mother.

    Stella- Amber's 39 yr old aunt.

    Diana- Ashley's 34 yr old mother.

    Recap:

    When we last left Jamie, she was being shit upon by Micheal, with

    Jennifer

    laughing at his side, when Stella walked out and caught them in the

    act.

    Caught in the Act:

    Stella says "Untie her this instant!" Jennifer begins to untie Jamie.

    Stella

    says "Your mom called me from the hospital and asked me to come

    babysit so you

    could go out tonight, Jennifer, and here I find you doing this! To

    think your

    mom felt bad for having to spoil your plans. We she hears about this,

    I don't

    know what she'll think! And you, Micheal, using the restroom on a

    young girl!

    You should be ashamed. I have half a mind to call the police. A boy

    like you

    doesn't deserve to be here!" Jennifer is speachless, and Micheal

    speaks up

    "Please don't tell my mom, and please, please don't call the police.

    I'll do

    whatever you want me to do, just don't make them take me to jail!"

    "Alright"

    Stella says, "Do you have anything to say for yourself Jennifer?"

    Jennifer

    says "I'm sorry." "You're sorry?" asks Stella, "Shouldn't you be

    telling

    little Jamie that?" pointing over the the continuously sobbing Jamie.

    Jennifer says to Jamie "I'm sorry I let Micheal shit on you." "Now,

    Micheal,

    she didn't deserve to have you potty on her, so first off, you will

    scoop up

    that poop with your hand off of her stomach!" Micheal says "Gross!

    Let me go

    get a towel or something." Stella says "No! You were so keen on it

    being all

    over her, time for you to have a little of your own medicine. Scoop

    that poop

    up and stick in in your underwear, NOW!" Micheal, remebering the

    threat of the

    police, scoops up the poop, and sticks it in his underwear in

    handfulls. After

    he's done, he has a huge wad of poop in his underwear. "Doesn't that

    feel

    nice, Micheal? Now apologize to Jamie." Stella says. Jamie has

    stopped sobbing

    at this point, but is still visably shaken. Micheal says "I'm sorry

    for

    shitting on you." Stella then says to Jamie "Don't you worry, we're

    gonna get

    you all cleaned up, then Jennifer and Micheal are going to be

    suitably

    punished." Jamie sobs "Jennifer peed in my diaper, and so did Ashley

    and

    Micheal, and Amber poured her pee onto my head!" Stella says, "They

    did, did

    they! Well then, I'll just have to punish them as well." Stella yells

    "Amber!

    Ashley! Get out her right now!" A few moments later Ashley and Amber

    file out.

    They immediately start giggling when they see Micheal standing with

    his pants

    down and a glob of poop in his underwear. "Do you think Micheal

    having poop in

    his pants is funny?" Amber says "Yes." Stella says "Well, it serves

    him

    right." Amber and Ashley both giggle a bit more. "So young ladies,

    what

    happened here?" Stella asks. Ashley says "I think Micheal and

    Jennifer were

    doing stuff to Jamie." Amber says "And we didn't want to be involved

    so we

    didn't come out here." Stella says "I see. Well, since you lied o me

    that will

    make your punishment all the more severe. What do you think your

    parents will

    say about you peeing on other kids, Ashley?" Ashley has an astonished

    and

    worried look on her face. "I didn't do that, honest!" Ashley cries.

    Jennifer

    says "Lying little bitch, you were the first one to pee on her! If I

    have to

    be punished, you should too! And at least I didn't dump pee on her

    head like

    you did Amber!" Amber says "I did not, you just want me to be in

    trouble too!"

    "Enough!" yells Stella over the bickering. "Jamie has told me exactly

    what

    happened. Now, you all wait right here. Jamie and I are going inside

    to get

    her cleaned up. Micheal, give me your pants." Micheal looks at his

    aunt with

    contempt as he takes his pants from his feet and hands them to her.

    "And you

    will remain in your poopy underwear until I say otherwise,

    understand?" "Yes

    ma'am" Micheal states. Amber and Ashley giggle. "Just wait until your

    punishment comes, little girls. I don't think you'll be giggling

    then" Stella

    states in a serious tone. Amber and Ashley stop giggling when they

    hear that.

    "I have plans to make you all regret doing this to poor Jamie!" And

    with that,

    Stella and Jamie enter the house. Stella takes Jamie into the

    bathroom and

    starts running water in the bath tub. "I'm going to give you a bath

    to get all

    that nasty stuff off of you, then we can discuss how to punish them.

    I think

    we should call your mom first though and see what she says." Stella

    says as

    she removes Jamie's nasty diaper and tosses it on to the floor. "But

    first,

    tell me exactly what happened." Jamie begins to recount what happened

    from the

    time that Jill left to the time that Stella arrived and stopped

    Micheal. "So,

    Jennifer is the cause of this all. Well then, I have something

    special in

    mind for her." Stella says. As Stella finishes bathing Jamie, Stella

    drys

    Jamie off and takes her into the bedroom and puts a clean diaper on

    her, and

    then puts her shirt, socks and shoes back on. Stella then says "Have

    a looks

    and see what the others are doing on the patio, I have some phone

    calls to

    make. Be sure to ask Micheal how it feels to have poop in his pants.

    If he

    smarts off to you, tell him I want to know. And send Amber into the

    living

    room and have her wait for me." Jamie says, "Sure thing." Jamie

    leaves the

    room and heads out to the patio. "Amber, you're wanted in the living

    room by

    your Aunt Stella. She said to wait for her in there. And Micheal, how

    does it

    feel having poop in your pants? Stella wants to know." Micheal snears

    at Jamie

    as Amber files into the house and says "It feels gross." "Now you

    know how I

    felt" Jamie replies and head back in the house. When she returns to

    the

    bedroom she finds Stella on the phone. "That's right Diana, your

    daughter was

    peeing into Jamie's diaper, against her will." Stella says into the

    phone. "I

    see." "Yes, I understand. Are you sure?" "Very well, I'll pick up her

    bags

    later. We'll straighten her out, and make sure she'll never do

    anything like

    this again. See you later Diana." Stella hangs up the phone. "Well,

    Jamie, it

    seems that ashley will be staying with me for the next few weeks. Her

    mom

    feels as I do, if she wants to pee into others diapers so bad,

    perhaps she

    should be diapered for a while. I'm sure my daughters will help me

    take care

    of all the new babies I'll be having at my house. And you are

    certainly

    welcome to come and visit!" Jamie says "Thank you Stella, I

    appreciate that.

    Amber is in the living room waiting for you, and Micheal said having

    poop in

    his pants was gross. I told him now he knows how I felt." "Oh, he's

    going to

    really know how ou felt soon enough" Stella says with a grin. Jamie

    smiles

    when she hears this. "Is he going to be in diapers too?" Jamie asks.

    "They all

    are, Jamie, the whole bunch of them." Stella says with a smile. "Tell

    Amber

    I'll be with her in a minute. What's your home number?" Jamie recites

    her home

    number. "Thank you, I'll call your mom and tell her what happened.

    Can you go

    wait in the living room with Amber. Don't tell her what her

    punishment is

    yet. I have a messy surprise in mind for that nasty little girl!"

    Stella

    states. Jamie says "Okay" and walks into the living room as Stella

    picks up

    the phone. "Amber, Stella will be in here in a few minutes." Jamie

    says. "Do

    you know what is going to happen?" Amber asks. "Yes, but I'm not

    going to tell

    you." Jamie says with a grin. "Why not?" asks Amber. "You'll find out

    soon

    enough on your own. It's a surprise." Jamie says with an smoug grin.

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    I would first make them thicker. Then add cuter designs to where the tapes attach like princess for girls or king for boys then I would give nice prints for both boys and girls then I would extend where the fluff inside the diaper would go to then add a poopy pouch for blowouts

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