thedman

Peculiar Chageling are you merely trying to pose as Canadian by including Timmies in your story? I only ask because I have never heard someone say a "Hortons run" in my life. It has always been a "Timmies run" 🤣

Gonna have to go with the Princess, but maybe hoping at least one more gets drug in later

I cant wait to see where this story goes from here

Ok, timeout or else I am calling a nanny and everyone is getting brainwashed until they are good little beings. Without taking sides, I am just going to say that openly calling out an author like this does not seem like acceptable behavior to me. Critique the content within reason, but do not make the story the platform to express your malcontent. This at best, belongs in a DM, but more likely, as many have said before, if you don't like it stop reading, nobody is making you. I for one am truly enjoying the story, as a cis and confidently straight male I still find myself relating toto Noah and his (her? Sorry things still seem mostly in the closet so I am unsure when it is appropriate to change pronouns) struggles. I think that we all have some inner struggle that eats away at us, that we are too afraid too reveal, be that the secret members of ABDL or maybe even the bullies like Jack, we all have something that makes us into what we are. Anyways, sorry for butting in, but I hate seeing the vibe of a good story ruined like this

Hmmm... I wonder if when Mom asks about what Hannah wears to bed the diapers come up and it puts a bug in her head

This is so true. One of my earliest memories after "gaduating" to true adult diapers (depend briefs at the time) to cope with gradually worsening incontinence, was being home alone around age 18 and deciding to normalize and wear one only to have friends of my parents show up and start banging on the door while I scrambled to ditch the diaper and get dressed and fun downstairs

Continuity is my single biggest challenge. Half the time I get caught up re-reading my prior work to check details and then I don't have time for the writing I wanted to do.

Why not ask on the story itself? There might even be an answer in the comments

This is just absolutely spectacular. The depth of the emotions and the thought process of someone losing their adulthood is just.... wow.

What exactly is this post? Some sort of passive aggressive attempt to get the author to post new content by pointing out that content is available elsewhere? Literally no comment on the story but this just this random BS babble. I hope I am.not alone in suggesting that you have a cup of STFU

I like the twist, I was thinking Daddy was going to find them there and decide it suited them, little did I know he built it

Sorry for the delay in getting this out, I had to rework a bit of overall plot to steer things where I want them, so I threw out part of the chapter and then hit a bit of a mental block. Chapter 9 – Awe and Shock Monica had to do a double take as she saw the man holding the other end of the leash, it was none other than Mr. Anderson, one of the company’s senior level executives. He was a young man as far as senior level staff went, perhaps 10 years Monica’s senior with a strong, chiseled jawline, lush head of blonde hair and a stout and powerful stature. He was known for being a force to be reckoned with in the boardroom, never afraid to voice his opinion, always ready with a well thought out argument to support his statements, and known to roll roughshod over those who opposed him. Which was perhaps why Monica was so startled to see him with a pet in tow. He just didn’t seem the type to be loving and nurturing or who would enjoy the companionship of a pet. Sure, the bond could happen to anyone, but somehow Monica had imagined it in her mind that the bond only happened to people who had a preexisting compassionate and caring nature about them, which was certainly not the vibe one would pick up off of Mr. Anderson. The truth be told, Monica had actually made attempts to get to know Mr. Anderson better at company events, but his personality even outside of work could be considered abrasive at the best of times. Even as Monica internally struggled with her cognitive dissonance regarding the nature of the man and the fact that he had actually bonded with a pet, she couldn’t help but find herself ensnared by the beauty of the creature. Were he still human – the debate between classification of human or creature still prevailing even amongst the highest levels of academia and the most revered doctors in the world – Monica would have considered him downright gorgeous and would have been making every move possible to get out on a date with him. Monica found herself practically mesmerized by his eyes as the somehow seemed to shift between a misty blue and an almost iridescent in the rays of sunlight beaming in through the windows. Despite the fact that Mr. Anderson was actively speaking to her, Monica had practically fuzzed as she knelt down and leaned in for an even closer look at the beautiful creature. What happened next was a flurry of activity, far to fast to register in enough time for Monica’s brain to accurately process as they occurred. With lightning like speed, the pet lunged towards Monica, it’s teeth seeming to be bared in an attempt to bite her, in the same instant it was being yanked back through the air by it’s collar and then dropping to the ground with multiple limbs twitching as a large yellow stain spread across the front of its previously pristine diaper, causing many of the paw print wetness indicators to quickly disappear. Of course Monica didn’t truly see much of this as the surprise of the sudden attack had sent her catapulting onto her well padded rear, causing the vile contents of her already befouled diaper to mash and mush into every available nook and cranny still left within the already overtaxed diaper. Before she could even begin to truly put together the full sequence of events that had occurred, she felt Mr. Anderson’s strong hands reaching under her armpits as he simultaneously chastised the creature, which was now back on all fours, but slightly cowering against the wall. “I am truly sorry for this Miss Greene, I was trying to warn you that Dusty here is still very young in his pet life and is very prone to impulsive behaviours. He wouldn’t actually try to harm anyone, his reactions are more like that of a young dog, or more perhaps a wolf puppy. In any case, that is precisely why I have had to take several stronger measures in ensuring my ability to control him when he does get too rambunctious. His collar and lead are made of some of the strongest synthetic materials available, although the collar does have a soft inner lining to prevent damaging his neck when he pulls too hard. In order to ensure effective shock delivery, we went with a model that requires the vet to surgically implant several remote probes at strategic points in his body, effectively allowing me to render his limbs all but useless in a mere instant when truly required for public safety. It goes without saying, that as required by law, he was neutered almost immediately upon bonding and adoption, and I do rely upon a routine dose of medications to help curb some of his hormonal tendencies. Of course his body does still encounter normal reactions such as blood flow to unwanted areas when excited, so he is on a progressive series of chastity devices which are designed to both restrict physical size and provide a negative pain stimulus, with an end goal of ultimately shrinking his remaining genitalia to a rather noticeable size and also to hopefully break what you might call the psychosomatic link between the brain and that part of his body so that any physical reaction does not trigger a mental one.” “We did have one unfortunate incident where he managed to slightly injure a human with his teeth, so we did have to take one further measure to protect against accidental bites.” He quickly commanded “Dusty! Sit!” as the creature quickly and obediently raised itself to sit back on its hind legs, with front legs and paws faithfully held in front of it’s chest. “Show teeth!” The creature opened its mouth wide, tongue hanging lazily to the side, revealing what appeared to be some form of upper and lower mouth guard completely ensconcing all of its teeth. “As you can see, I have had him fitted with the most state of the art bite guard technology. It was chemically bonded to his teeth in yet another procedure at the vet’s office. The material works twofold by physically dulling and softening the surface of his teeth to prevent cuts and crushing, but it also comes with an interchangeable bite limiter that fits at the jawline, the lowest level would likely allow him to macerate fresh or cooked meats with some additional effort, while the highest level would leave him on a pureed food diet, likely supplemented by liquid boosters. For now, he is on a roughly mid level device which still allows him the satisfaction of being able to crunch on his delicious dry kibble without being able to inflict any major harm.” “That being said we can have them changed in almost no time at all, isn’t that right my good boy?” The pet let out an excited yelp as its master lent over giving ear and chin scritches, and a shockingly caring and gentle peck on the bridge of the nose. Once again, Monica’s brain found itself absolutely screaming while trying to understand this man and his relationship with his pet. His immediate corrective actions seemed to scream complete and utter disdain for the creature. The choices made in pet gear and other associated measures for behavioural correction, were seemingly abhorrent, although actually quite legal, much to the chagrin of those it the pet rights movements. Fortunately for most pets, the measures described were extremely expensive, and any one in and of itself would require a veterinarian to fill out extensive legal paperwork justifying the need for its implementation, which made it even more dumbfounding that Mr. Anderson could arrange to have so much done. And yet, despite all of this, despite what made it seem as though the man actually despised the creature, he showed actions of true love and affection, the average stranger walking down the street would be completely oblivious to the control measures, and would only see a man who doted and cared for his pet, who went so far as to use humanizing pronouns lik him and good boy to describe the creature. “Now Miss Greene, forgive me for prying, but what brought you here to outside this door today? This area is strictly for pet care, given your recent, errmmm, indiscretions, I don’t expect that you would be trying to bring a pet back into our facility now would you?” Monica realized that she would need to think quickly, clearly she couldn’t let the man know the true reason behind her trip to this room. “I, umm, I’m sorry, I am meeting a friend and I was running behind, and didn’t want to wait for overcrowded elevators so I was using the stairs instead and must have mixed up my floors in my hurry.” “Yes indeed, you must have, all of our informal meeting rooms are on the second floor, although I do not recall ever seeing a room 206b.” “I will have to double check my booking, maybe I mixed it up in my head. In any case, I hope that she is there waiting for me, it would definitely clear up a lot of confusion.” “Well Miss Greene, I wish you all the luck in meeting with your friend, perhaps some advanced preparation and planning would serve you well in the future. In any case, I am afraid that judging by the smell, the shock from our little encounter here seems to have caused my sweet Dusty here to have not only moistened his diaper, but to have also muddied the waters which is a rather abnormal reaction for him, but I had best tend to him before I get back to work.” Monica could have sworn that she saw the creature shaking its head in response to the implication that it had befouled its diaper, and in fact it even appeared to make a sniffing motion in her direction. Fortunately Mr. Anderson’s gave was not directed at the creature so he did not pick up on these cues. Just as the man and pet were about to turn to re-enter the changing room, the trio were interrupted by the sound of Samantha’s voice as she practically bounded across the lobby, a rather large bag slung from her shoulder. “Monica, there you are, I’m so sorry, I was stuck in traffic and my phone was on low battery. You must have been so worried that I wouldn’t make our appointment on time.” “Miss Greene, am I to assume this is the friend who you were rushing to meet as our paths collided today.” “Yes Mr. Anderson, this is my friend Samantha, clearly we are both running a bit behind today, a rather fortunate coincidence if I do say so myself.” “Ah, indeed. Well, Samantha, as I was just explaining to Miss Greene here, it appears that there is some confusion as the public meeting rooms are on the second floor.” “I don’t think so sir, I even have a printed copy of the reservation slip for the room printed right here, pet care room 106b for 12 noon.” “Well I must say that I am clearly confused as to why you would have booked a pet care room as neither seem to fall into the category of pet or caretaker, there would be no reason for you to require its use.” It would be hard for someone to truly know how a muse felt as it was ensnared in the paws of a cat that held only malicious intents of toying with it rather than actually killing and eating it, but in that moment Monica was sure that she knew it as she watched her so called friend’s face. In the mere blink of an eye, Samantha’s grin grew to proportions that would put the Cheshire cat to shame. “Oh, I see my little Mo-Mo is practicing her fibbing today, this is most definitely the room that she needs today. You see her indiscretions of late have not just been in the workplace, and she is facing a punishment most befitting of the crime. Now judging by the smell of things, our appointment in this room is more than overdue, and if you and your cute little pet would be so kind as to excuse us, I would love to help her out now.”

Did we miss a couple of chapters? We end the first with her wondering why he might have (as she suspects) taken one of the pull ups, and now suddenly his mom has called her and told her that he wet the diaper that he took?

Hmm, 3 babies all trapped in the nursery with nobody to initiate release protocol,Kayla may not have thought this one all the way through

Well hopefully for the poor young lad ttherearent any further rules to complicate things, like an accident in the diaper adding another day, or perhaps multiple days because it was a subsequent accident in the same time frame. I guess we will have to wait and see just how long a 24 hour sentence in a padded prison actually turns out to be.