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Hey y’all! Posting one more time to check this in a few days. Looking for like minded people to start a friendship and possibly more down in the RGV. Mission - McAllen - Edinburg. Somewhere down south. Send me a message if you’d like to learn more about each other!

Alright so I'd like to come up with a thread for overall advice on messing ourselves. But I don't mean the mental aspects. This thread is for desires of incontinence so I'd like to come up with a way to stimulate that with the miracles of modern day medicine and practice. The thing is I've used all the laxatives and fluids that cause me to poop and I've never felt surprised or flustered and the good ones always overfill the best diapers. I want to have a normal bowel movement with little to no notice and without using things that could potentially hurt me in the long run. The point for this thread mainly is to get an idea of what worked for everyone else? Has anyone experimented with safe stool softeners, maybe religious with the alli pill? Something or a combination of safe medication that either creates accidents or just simply makes it ridiculously easy to void at any time you need to poop. For me, when I use laxatives it's easy for the first movement but when I want to poop normally I can never fill my diaper. I always have to change out of a minor messy nappy and finish in the toilet and waste that experience. I'm hoping someone has come up with a good mixture. If not I will experiment in January and see what I can figure out and post results here. Thanks everyone

Any members here looking for friends in the area? Need a good close friend.. would be cool to have one diapered too!

It's terrible how i left a cliffhanger inside a cliffhanger and never finished this. Will have to work this out soon.

The car ride home was quiet. Both women focused on the road, each trying to put their mind somewhere else. Valerie was the first to speak up after the first three minutes passed, though it felt like hours. "I'm sorry. I'm so freaking sorry." She came, voice cracking and tears swelling. Not because she was sad, but because she was embarrassed to apologize for something so silly. "Honey, it's not your fault...if you could control it I may be upset but you can't.. I don't mind taking care of my baby girl." Her mom relied, moving her hand in a warming motion on her daughters knee. "Please stop calling me that." Snapped Valerie. "Calling you what?" "A baby. I'm not a baby." Now there were tears of sadness and embarrassment. "No sweety you're not. But you're my baby. There's a difference. You will always be my baby." This answer did not please Valerie, who knew if anyone at school tomorrow were to find out about what is happening to her that the word baby would be her new calling. "Sorry. Again. Can uh...we go shopping for some clothes for the rest of school this year? I need to get some better ones to go with my dealio." She said. "I would love to honey but we spent too much on this stuff. I get paid Thursday and your dad on Friday so we'll do something this weekend. Promise." Her mom replied. Valerie sighed. She didn't want to go anywhere anyway. Not like this. Ever. They pulled into the driveway of their home and parked next to her dads vehicle. Valerie heaved another heavy sigh with the knowledge that she would have to face her dad and brother, diapers in hand and on her. Her mom motioned for her to come around and grab them. Everything seemed like it was going in slow motion. In they walked where, sure enough, her dad and brother both sat on the couch watching tv, only nodding at their entrance. Valerie turned her slow motion walk into a speed walk, crinkling as she did. "Hey Sis! Hold up." Came her brother, now approaching behind her. She closed her eyes, as if a heavy blink. "Let me help you." And before she could object, her packages of diapers were in his hands and they walked together into her room. There was still nothing but silence between them, and Valerie crinkled across the room to her bed and plopped down hard, her diaper poofing up in turn hiking up her skirt exposing her new underwear to her know it all brother. She pulled it down and for the millionth time in the last few says, started the water works. He immediately walked to her and comforted her. "Sis...it's no big deal." He assured her, sitting down next to her and patting her padded area. "Sorry. Thats pretty weird of me. Look: Me 'n some friends are gonna find this fucker. We're gonna put him in the ground. He thinks he got away scott free but he'll get his. Don't be embarrassed about a damn thing." Valerie shot up and stopped crying. "What...what are you even talking about?!"

Much more sizable update. More to come soon. Trying not to make it your usual story.

Valerie Pt 3 The warm water grew cold and Valerie resigned from the shower. She didn't want to leave the bathroom, still afraid to face her mother. Still, she knew her mother was being very understanding. Too understanding after a night of clearly heavy drinking. She wrapped a thick towel around her full breasts and heaved a heavy sigh as she opened the door to the hallway. She stepped out letting the cold wood floor encase her recently warm foot. She felt her body tingle, and turned to see her mom in front of her. "Everything okay sweetie? How do you feel now? Anyth...." her mom drifted off as Valerie was waiting for her sentance to finish. The only thing that she heard was the sound of rushing water, but she had no idea where it was coming from. She noticed her mother was staring down at the floor, so she followed suit. At her feet was the location of the sound. Realizing what it was, she tried to stop her action but could not. Valerie grew a crimson red in embarrassment. Tears swelled in her eyes until they released and traveled down her red hot cheeks. Her mother reached out to her and embrassed her with what most would consider a bear hug, even with her pee still falling to the floor. "It's okay honey. I think I know what is going on." Came her mother, whispering in her ear. "We will need to go see a doctor. Are you okay with that? I can call and make an appointment right now." That's the last thing Valerie wanted, but knew it was what was needed. She simply wiped away her tears and shook her head yes. Their hug was broken and, having already been seen in worse condition just thirty minutes earlier, Valerie dropped her towel and pressed it down onto where the puddle was formed. Her mom walked away and Valerie bolted for her bedroom. Her mind swirled with negative thoughts and emotions. She slammed face first into her bed, grabbed her pillow and screamed. She slowly raised herself up and got dressed. In her current condition, she decided it best to wear the underwear she considered to be her worst, and as she called them: Her granny panties. She slipped on a skirt and a solid black shirt and walked out into the living room. Her mom was still on the landline in the kitchen, and Valerie managed to overhear the last bit: "So because that happened the doctor thinks that stress is the reason behind it? Are you sure there is nothing else we can do? Prescribe?...well yes but...I understand. I just hope she does...okay I'll go there. Thanks." Valerie plopped herself on the couch as her mother walked out of the kitchen. "Soo whats the deal mom? Got an appointment?" "Afraid not. Just got off the phone with doctor Watts office. Nurse says you are going through a phase because of your....age. She said that it could go on for hours, days and in most cases a couple of months." "My AGE? Mom im sure no one else is going through this at school. I would have known by now, I graduate in a few weeks. SOMEONE would have said something. There must be something I can do!" "Well there is. Doctor says to give it a few weeks and see if there is progression or if it goes away. He said if we still have problems in three Saturdays from today then we'd need to come see him and he'd be happy to reference us to a couple of doctors.." "Three Saturday's is graduation mom." "I know. I didn't schedule an appointment. I told them we'd follow up in due time. But listen. They gave me a recommendation for you and I think its your best option. You trust me sweetie?" "Yes, ma." Valerie said suspiciously. "Alright, let's go to the store. We have to get some supplies for the next month or so." Hesitant, Valerie followed her mother as they left the house behind. It did not take them long before they found themselves in front of their local medical supply store. Valeries jaw dropped as she realized what was taking place. "But mom.." "I don't want to hear it. I'm not having you waste anymore clothes and I'm saving you embarrassment at school. Doctor recommended. Let's go." Her mom opened the door, and valerie turned the same shade of red she did earlier, with tears swelling once more. "Do I have to get out..." "Val, we both need to be educated on this. This is your life not mine. I'm just here for you. Don't be embarassed." Her mom stuck her hand out and put it on her shoulder. That was the push she needed as she opened her door and both of the women walked to the double doored building. The bell signaling their entrance rang above their head, a relief to Valerie as she let slip an unannounced wet fart as she grabbed the door. A chipper young woman approached the two. "Hey ladies! What brings ya'll in today?" She asked, smiling the biggest smile. Valerie lingered behind her mother, much like you would see a two year old do when being introduced to strangers. "If you can...My doctor should have called ahead he told me to get with you guys on a discount option through him for some healthcare products.." Valerie blushed. She was thankful she was so indirect. "Oh you're Dr.Watts patient then? What size are you? Mind if I take a look?" It was Valeries Mom's turn to blush. "Oh I'm sorry it's actually for.." she pointed down at Valerie, as if to keep her from being embarrassed even though both of the ladies had their attention turned to her. Again, she let out a protruding wet fart. It took all of her strength to keep herself from crying on the spot. She was sure she was purple in the face by now, and her face was going to explode. At least then she'd have relief. Meanwhile, the women just stared. "We might need to hurry this up." Her mom added. "Of course." The lady replied, keeping her professionalism. She quickly took her tape measure and, while keeping her distance, found her size. "Okay...and here's the thing. We have two options for control for her." She turned around and grabbed two objects. "One, is a bag that will hold both of your accidents Valerie. These are usually okay, but have to be emptied very frequently and are pretty obvious with clothing you will be wearing considering your age. Your other option, much more simple and typically less of a hassle is an adult undergarmet that protects your-" "A diaper." Valerie interjected. "Well technically yes, but-" "Ill take the bags thanks." Valerie rudely interrupted again. She felt her stomach bubble once more, and as if she were being punished by her own body she felt poop fill into her granny panties. She froze. The sound was ridiculously audible and a clear drip to the floor could be heard once more. Valerie looked down and saw brown splashes hit the tile. Both women looked at her with an understanding look, but yet a clear disgust there as well. Her panties drooped below her skirt and she just stood there, tears streaming and her head down. Finally the associate spoke up. "Look...this isnt a big deal. This happens all the time believe it or not." She assured Valerie and her mother, and laid her hands on both of her shoulders. "But listen, its more embarassing being busted like this then to wear the right type of protection. And in school, going through what you're going through, you need it." She released her shoulders and turned to her mom. "We will sell you a case of abriforms. Our best sellers. I will give you another case for free and have your doctors office cover it. Take this and these wipes and get her changed in the handicapped bathroom please." Valerie watched as her fate was sealed. Her mom took her hand and Valerie created a bread crumb trail to the stall. "Its okay baby. Its okay. Let me make it all better for you." Came her mother. Expertly, and now more of a dejavu for Valerie, her mother first pulled up her skirt to her chest, keeping it away from her now ruined underwear. "It's a good thing you put this on or you'd be walkin out of here with just this on." She said, pointing to the diaper and chuckling. Valerie had no sense of humor at this point. Within minutes, Valerie was cleaned, diapered, and her underwear was in the trash. The two got out of the establishment within a few minutes and her embarassment was over. Waddling as she walked back to the car, she knew her embarassment was unfortunately far from over.

Deal. When I have the time I will work on this story and my other one. Probably will not be until about two weeks.

Beth pulled into the driveway of the suburban street that she saw earlier from the passenger seat of her old friends car. The porch lights were on and she was sure this was the place. She turned to look at Valerie, still knocked out from the drive there. Breathing a sigh of defeat, she opened her door and stepped towards the house, leaving Valerie in the car. She knocked, and within seconds the door sprung open. Both of Valeire's parents stared waiting for this girl whom they didn't know to say something. "Uhh...Mr and Miss Thorton?"

I will continue soon. I wrote this from my phone and had the next chapter done, but upgraded and it wasnt on my sd card. So im trying to wait on a good day to recreate that chapter. Hopefully Thursday at the latest.

'It's just not fair,' the girl stomped around in her room, contemplating her next move. 'They always let alex do what he wants. But me? Nooo. Just because "I'm their little girl!"' She screamed mid thought. Her brother had practically no restrictions in her eyes, only really seeing the things he gets away with now that he is out of highschool. As she expected after her outburst, a knock came at her door. "WHAT?" She screamed. "Valerie...please open the door." Came a voice that was sure to belong to her mother, her dad surely using her to try to defuse the situation. Valerie stomped across to the door and swung it open allowing it to hit the wall with a loud bang. "What mom.." she asked, sporting an ugly scrunched up look but a far quieter tone. Her mom lightly pushed her forward until she was sat on the bed, and turned to shut the door. "What is going on?" Her mom asked, one hand on her hip and the other out as if expecting to be handed something. "Like you don't know mom." Valerie responded, rolling her eyes and letting out a frustrating sigh. Still her mom stood there in the same position waiting for the story to come. "Mom I'm eighteen for crying out loud! Dad never let's me do anything! When Alex was my age, he was going out all the time! And you and dad keep trying to cage me up! I just want to have a life!" Valerie's mom waited for her to catch her breath and put her hands back at her side. "Val, honey..you know why we don't let you go to parties with your school friends. It has nothing to do with your brother. Do you remember what happened last year?" The question was rhetorical, as when Valerie tried to reply, she was cut off. "Don't worry I can remind you: You came home and passed out drunk in your new bed. God knows what else you did. We waited up for you and watched you come in staggering and pass right out. But it didn't stop there did it?" Valerie didn't try to respond this time, she was on a roll. "No it didn't. You used your clothes as a freaking toilet. You woke up in your own fifth. Let me tell you Alex never came home drunk. Nor did he do that to himself." Her mom finally stopped. Valerie was now crying in front of her. "Look..Your only punishment then was that you were not to be able to go out with those girls again. You could have chosen others but that was it..so I'll make you a deal." Valerie's crisp blue eyes stopped pouring and she looked up, looking incredibly hopeful and lunged into her mom's arms. "Please mom anything I promise I've learned my lesson." Her mom pulled out of her bear hug and looked straight into her daughter's eyes. "You have one last chance. Prove to us that you can be responsible. Come home before midnight and come home sober. If you can do that, we will let you go out again. If you can't, we will pick your punishment and you will not be going out to party until you are out of this house. Do you understand?" "Yes Mom! No problem!" "Good. Let me talk with your dad and tell him what is going on before you come out. Love ya Val, please don't lose our trust again." Her mom stated as she opened the door and walked back out of the room, closing it again behind her. Valerie stood in silence for a few minutes, trying to listen to the conversation between her mom and dad. Soon she was convinced she couldn't hear them, so she jumped on her phone and started to text her girls. Celebrating was in order tonight.. ----- Valerie endured the awkward silence for in what was minutes felt like hours. Her dad having a clear look of disappointment on his face, but sporting it for his wife not his daughter. She decided to break the silence by softly reaching for her dad, arms outstretched and embraced him with a warm hug. "I love you guys. Thank you for letting me try to earn your trust back. I won't let you down." Valerie stated, light tears in her eyes. "I love you too pumpkin." Came her dad, looking over his shoulder at his wife who was now smiling and sitting back on their black leather love seat. "We'll be sitting on this couch waiting on you to get home val, don't be late." Chimed her mother. Then as if saved by the horn, a car honk was heard from outside. "Ridiculous." Her mother added. "I didn't miss these people. " Valerie gave an apologetic look. "I'll be home before you know it." She looked for one more approving look and walked out of the house. "I hope you are right about this." Releasing a defeated sigh as he plopped onto the couch. "Me too hon," came his wife's reply as she slid in next to him. **** "Hey girl!" The driver of the dark black four door ford focus yelled out. "Hey Jean." Came Valerie's harsh toned response. She opened the backdoor and squeezed into the backseat with two other girls in the back. "You might as well brought a red flag to my doorstep banging your horn like that. Damn dude." "Chill out girl you're out and I'm here. Just didn't want to get out. Are you ready for tonight?" "Yeah. You sure you can get me home by midnight? If not, I'm dead and you'll never see me again." "I got ya girl. Anyway, You already know Beth here," Jean stated, motioning to her passenger seat, "But the two girls back there with you were your replacements last year, Casey and Rene. They both to be home by midnight. It'll all work out." Valerie awkwardly nodded to the girls she was crowded in with. Jean stepped on the gas still in front of her house, tires squealing with the car roaring until the street was out of sight. Before she knew it, Valerie was staring at the gate that protected the mansion that Jean calls a home. Jean rolled her window down and input the code that took the leash off the gate and let it roll out the red carpet. Quickly Valerie parked and the girls were entering the slow moving, incredibly heavy front door. "Alright bitches, we've got the house to ourselves tonight and even the help is gone. The beer, liquor and boys are on the way. Let's get the house ready. Casey, you..." Valerie drowned out Jeans voice and looked to her phone. It read seven, and her thoughts immediately went to the conversation she had with her parents earlier. She wanted to be here, but she had to avoid alcohol. She couldn't be caged up away from popularity again. Away from her responsibilities and sense of being on the path to adulthood. "Uhh..hello..Earth to Valerie. Are you paying attention at all or is your phone more important than tonight?" Jean questioned. "Sorry. What did you need me to do?" "I swear sometimes i don't even know why I try with you. People will be here soon just help people find their way to us after we set up. OKAY?" The other girls snickered before walking away with Jean, similar to how you would see a pack of hyenas after cleaning the bones of their prey clean. Valerie threw this image from her head and got to work. By eight, most people from school that were worth inviting were already at the house. Valerie finally had a minute to feed into the rest of the house. She squeezed into the kitchen in between two guys she knew to be football players who would not move after being asked three times. She could feel their eyes on her as she walked away. She spotted Beth at the gigantic kitchen table. "Hey Beth..silly question but anything uhh..non alcoholic I can drink? Can't get drunk tonight don't know what my parents will do to me." "Yeah that punch over there should be good. The red one not the orange one. Orange one is the trashcan punch we put together. " Beth smiled. "Thanks. Where's everyone else?" Valerie asked, practically shouting to be heard over a familiar Drake song being played in the next room, while filling her cup with the Hawaiian punch. "CHUG. CHUG. CHUG. CHUG." The chanting continued and could be heard coming from the living room. Both Beth and Valerie ran to see who was tackling the first keg stand. Once they turned the corner they were greeted by the clear vision of Jeans' thong on full display as she was held up to finish her chugging. When she came down, she took the shot from Rene's hand and downed it, throwing the empty glass to the floor. The room fell silent as she appeared to be dizzy, but then regained control. "YEAHHH!" She screamed, and with her the rest of the room. Valerie looked down at her phone then confirmed her fear: She was in for a long night. Hours later, the room was spinning for Valerie. She assumed she was getting sick because all she had so far was six cups of that punch. She checked her phone again: almost eleven. She had to get going. She teetered to the living room from the kitchen, this time seeing Casey and Rene being pounded by three guys Valerie didn't know. She fell back and hid in the kitchen just in time to run into the same guy who she was being stared down by earlier, ass first. "I knew you wanted it." The guy slurred, grabbing her ass with one strong hand. She pushed him back but he was on her already, so she fell back into the kitchen table. He followed, pants now on the floor behind him. Grabbing away at her breast beneath her shirt, she finally responded with a simple no. But a no would not do. He flipped her around and pulled her jean shorts to just below her ass. She now started kicking and crying, trying to scream no but the air would not come to her through her tears, just slight sounds that could be confused for moaning. He released his member from his boxers and pulled her panic-driven brown stained panties down as well. He was paying no attention to them though, just his ultimate goal. Time slowed down. Valerie gave up, and the tip of this random guys cock was about to devirginize her when Beth walked in the room. "WHAT THE HELL DUDE." She screamed, slapping at him causing him to retract and reach for his pants. "YOU GOT YOUR LAST GIRL. GET THE FUCK OUT." She continued to chase him throughout the house until he found the door. It didn't matter. Valerie still laid sprawled out on the kitchen table, naked from the waist down, crying. Beth came back in. She slipped the now brown panties back up into position and reached for her shorts to pull them up as well. "Val. Val! Valerie!!" Yelled Beth. She reached for the closest bottle of vodka, grabbed it and poured it down Valerie's throat. She coughed hard spitting some of it back out but consumed most of it. The rest fell down her shirt and shorts. "What happened?" Valerie asked, coming to. "Nothing..nothing at all. You want to get home?" "Yeah..*hic* I'd lish tha a lo." Beth helped Valerie to her feet and walked her out to Jeans' car, and started the drive back. Before falling asleep in her drunken state, Valerie saw the clock interface in the car. It was 12:22.

The next morning Kim woke in her own comfortable bed, her first thought that it was all a dream. Slightly moving her right leg she knew immediately it was not. Her diaper was still full from yesterday, and on top of the pain she felt in her backside, she now felt the irritation of a rash on her cheeks. She looked to move when she noticed Sara laying right next to her, still sound asleep with the sun bearing down on her. Kim stopped all movement to relieve herself of the pain of the rash momentarily and to admire Sara's beauty. She could think of nothing more than how fortunate she was to have her, even among everything that had just happened. She slid her hand down the front of Sara's stomach down to her diaper and felt what was a very wet and messy diaper as well. It being a Saturday afternoon, the girls could have sat there and enjoyed the extra sleep but Kim had to get out of her diaper. She shook Sara awake. "Hey sleepy.." Sara said, smiling. "No, you!" Kim retorted, playfully. "I have to get out of this thing, my butt feels like it is going to fall off." Sara looked at her with a serious face. Kim did not think about what she could have also meant by this, but quickly added, "I mean...a bad rash. That's all..." Sara rolled off the side of the bed, landing on all fours and with the added weight of her diaper, she made a very audible plopping noise. Kim went to move and follow suit when she noticed the clear brown stains now on the sheets where she was laying. The smells of both of the ladies diapers and the mess outside of them now met Kim's nose and again she wanted to cry. Sara saw the tears forming in her eyes and immediately went to kiss her. A quick peck was all it took to calm Kim down and Sara grabbed her hand and led her to the side of the bed and let her roll off as well. The diaper drooped and some liquid came out, catching on the diaper changing mat which Kim kept placed right next to her bed. Sara quickly removed the tapes of the destroyed diaper and let it fall open. Kim's entire area was covered, with spots of red and what was sure to be blood laid in the bed of the diaper. The smell was not what you would think of what should be such a ripe diaper, instead it was very faint and practically non existent. More smell came from Sara's own back end, which was begging to be changed. Sara let Kim feel the fresh air for a moment before attacking it with cold wet wipes which released the smell. Kim winced at the cold and at the burn felt as Sara went to work on removing the last two days of her bathroom habits. This took much longer than any kind of change before this, and what took maybe ten minutes felt like an eternity as Kim stared at the ceiling wincing in pain at every cold touch. Sara apologized as she was doing it, knowing what kind of pain she was in. Eventually, she was done and Sara gently placed cold butt paste absolutely everywhere and layered on the baby powder. She kicked up the changing mat and rolled it around the full and destroyed diaper, pushing it aside. She asked Kim to lift her now clean and caked rear end as she placed a new fresh diaper underneath her and taped it up. Sara grabbed Kim's hands and pulled her forward, Kim no longer feeling much of the pain that was below. Quickly, Kim repeated the same for Sara with much more ease, probably due to the length of time her diaper was full. The girls eyes met once more when the changes were done, and they both smiled awkward smiles. A knock came at the door, and in walked Kim's mom. "Whew! Thank god you guys got out of those. The smell has been consuming the house for awhile. I was about to change you both in your sleep!" The girls laughed and Kim's mom handed them the trash bag that she walked in with to place the old expired diapers into. "You two hurry up and get fixed up, we'll go get some breakfast. Or lunch. Or whatever you want to call it." She said as she shut the door behind her as both of the girls jumped up and started getting ready. Within minutes (a surprise, I know) both women had finished helping each other with their makeup and looked perfectly presentable. Sara followed Kim out of the bedroom, watching her walk as if the right side of her body was cemented to the floor. "How do you feel, girl? You're walking with a crazy limp." Sara asked, reaching to grab Kim's hand which she willingly accepted. "I feel much better...there is still pain there, a lot of it, and the diaper isn't helping me forget. But it will go away. I am just happy to have you here with me, its easy for me to forget it even though it just happened...can we stop talking about it?" Kim replied, not so much with an upset tone but more of a pleading one. "Sure babe! Anything I can do for you." Sara replied, swinging Kim's arm with hers and meeting up with her mom in the kitchen. "Where are we off to Ms.Belle?" "I'm in the mood for some IHop! What about you two?" The two girls shook their head together and within minutes they were down the street enjoying the mixture of breakfast and dinner all on one plate. Time flew through the day and once they were done eating, Sara had to say her goodbyes to both of them when her mom picked her up from the location. Sunday was a slow day for Kim. She spent most of it in bed and her mom ran errands what seemed like all day. All of her dreams revolved around the coach, and what he did to her so forgetting in her sleep wasn't possible either. The last thing she wanted to do was get out of bed however, feeling the need to recuperate. Still, while the guy was crazy and deserved what he received, she couldn't help but remember to what he said before she had that weird dream. "It wasn't supposed to happen like this. It was supposed to be like all the others." She spent more time revolving around these words. The officer said he had done this before, and it wasn't his first time. Still, there was something more. She felt unresolved and incomplete. Like a cliffhanger at the end of one of her favorite novels that she waited on for years, knowing she would have to continue to wait until the next one came to relieve her pain of the missing piece. She knew her imagination was getting the better of her, and that she was looking too much into it, but this was a feeling she could not shake. Sweat came to her hairline and she once again drifted off to sleep.

The bright light subsided and allowed her eyes to open. She found herself looking up at bright tubes of light. She turned slowly to her right to see Sara laying down next to her in the hospital chairs, her diaper clearly soaked based on the thickness showing through her pants. Kim turned to her left and saw her mom also asleep on the other side of her, still in her work clothes from the previous day. Then, she looked at herself. She saw an IV attached to her arm, and was wearing nothing but a gown and what looked to be one of Sara's diapers. She felt her nostrils flare up as she was looking and knew she was sitting in a full diaper. She felt her head, which pain was still coming from but felt no bandages and no wound of any kind. "Kim...?" Came a recently woken Sara, rubbing her eyes and quickly bouncing up, "Miss Belle, wake up! Your daughter is awake!" Both women quickly made it to Kim's bedside with huge smiles on their faces. "Do you know who I am? Do you remember what happened?" Sara asked. "I...Yeah Sara of course I remember who you guys are." Kim smiled, this put Sara and her mother off after what Kim had just been through, a smile is what they least expected. "And I remember what happened with the coach, but what happened with the police? I don't remember." This time Kim's mom chimed in, "He was not your coach Kim. He was posing to be Scott Battle, but was actually a guy named Justin Scoltz. Just happens to be a wanted man for doing similar to what he did to you, he's been hunting students for quite some time and has been traveling state to state. They found Coach Battles body at his home which had clearly been dead for months." She paused, "He's dead Kim, they killed him. He won't bother us anymore." Kim sighed a heavy sigh of relief. "What happened to me though, I feel like I've been dreaming forever. Weird dreams too.." Kim asked. Sara spoke up. "The doctor said you were traumatized. All that you have been through, that your body had to shut down. We weren't sure when you were going to wake up, he told us it could take weeks." Sara paused as she heard Kim releasing more mass into her diaper, "it has only been a few hours. We are lucky to have you back." She moved her hand down to Kim's diaper and pushed. Kim jumped, almost terrified. "Sorry, sorry. We need to change your diaper." "If its okay with you..I'd like to keep it on for now. It sounds weird saying it but I feel secure with it on.." Kim said. "It's okay for now honey but I am going to change you when we get home. It is very full and you don't need a rash on top of everything else." Came Kim's mom, looking now at Sara, "If you want to call your parents and let them know that Kim is awake, and if you want to stay the night you can. Just ask them first." Sara's frown from realizing she wouldn't be able to stay with Kim turned into a smile at this announcement. She pecked Kim on the cheek and ran to go hug her mom. Kim's mom punched the call button and in walked a few nurses who immediately smelled the mess from Kim's backside. "Do you want us to change her?" One of the female nurses asked. "No ma'am, we just need to get her home. Can you get the police officer so he can take the statement? He told me to notify you guys immediately when she woke up." "Right away." A few moments later the nurses walked out after pulling the IV and sitting up the bed, seconds passed and in walked a very sleepy police officer. He asked Kim a few questions and then asked her to explain the situation to her as best she could. Kim's mom listened on in horror and tears in her eyes, silently blaming herself for Kim's predicament. The officer wrote as quickly as he could and with the combination of his pen and his recorder they were done in little to no time. He apologized to Kim for her experience and then assured her once more that the man was dead, and he could not hurt anyone ever again. Kim thanked him, and watched as he left the room. "So...to change subjects, when were you planning to tell me about you and Sara?" Kim's mom looked at her, a smile on her face and a hand on her hip. "Never.." Kim smiled, "In a few days..Who knows? I love you mom." Kim said, tears now coming into her eyes. Her mom gave her daughter a hug as they both lightly cried into each others shoulders. Sara walked in with the approving thumbs up and with a very smelly walk out of the hospital, they were in their cars and on the way home. Kim still felt pain, but was more interested in getting home to her bed. Her next thought was to school. What would happen now?

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Shortly after locking the door and peeking through the side to see if the cops budged, the desperate man now began pacing back and forth. "It wasn't supposed to happen like this. It was supposed to be like all the others. Damn-it. Damn-it. Damn-it." Kim watched on as he continued to banter about securing his future and being released from something or another. She didn't understand most of it. She just stood waiting, hoping she did not invite his attention for any reason. Eventually, he stopped feeling sorry for himself and set his sights back on Kim. He pounced forward, and with a hard smack sent Kim to the floor. "You!" he cocked the gun, "It's all YOUR fault! If you hadn't been such a dumb whore I would have been home. Are you going to tell all of these people what REALLY happened? We both know this isn't MY fault!" He was now waving the gun around Kim's face. She frantically shook her head up and down and started to cry once more. "I know," she gasped, "it's all my fault. Let me go explain it..." Kim saw nothing more. She heard several gunshots and was out. Nothing but a solid black mass surrounded her. She could still move, still felt like she could move anyway, but she could not see. Here she smelled the same smell that came to her in her dreams. She sniffed multiple times, as if trying to find something with her nose. After a few seconds, she saw a torch flicker to the right of her, giving her a much needed visual idea of where she was. She knew immediately that she was in the same prison-like facility that she found in her nightmares. She was in a cell, but one with an open door as if she were free to come and go. To the left of her in a neighboring cell there was the same man she saw every dream. Down the hall walked a figure in a uniform. The person came quickly and within seconds was unlocking the cell next to Kim's. The person she now saw as a woman got on her knees and motioned for the man to come out of the cell. The smell came again at Kim and she held her nose. The man was covered in filth. He crawled out of the cell and the woman stood back up, walking down the hallway as the man followed her as quick as his knees could carry him. Shortly, as Kim gained on them they were passing the torture room and finally leaving behind the door that held such mystery. The door creaked open and they were in what looked like as Kim remembered it "a gigantic chuck-e-cheese". There were adults everywhere, crawling around in onesies, jumping from play-pins to ball pins and she saw as they were up in the tunnels connected to the ball pins. They were all laughing and smiling with no care in the world. Kim followed the two people as they walked passed the strange sight into a backroom. Here, against the wall there was a gigantic fire hose with drainage pipes along the bottom. The lady in uniform patted on the ground and the man crawled to where she motioned. She turned on the hose and with quite a bit of pressure washed him down, soaking him and practically drowning him. He could not fight the pressure, as his body seemed to give up on him and lay down as it took the water. A black muck was now on the floor, following the pathway to the drains along the floor and soon the man looked squeaky clean. The lady released the hose, placing it back on the wall and grabbed the mans hand. They walked through another door. Here, the woman kindly patted the man down with a thick towel and helped him on top of a table. She watched on as the woman scraped the hair off of the grown man's body, including the hair on his head. Kim knew this man. She knew him but could not put her finger on it, not in his condition. She thought hard, but the more she thought the more her head hurt to the point where she actually felt pain.Then she remembered. She remembered the gun shots, the coach, what happened to her. She tried to shake herself, wanted to believe she was dreaming. Nothing happened though. She could not wake. She continued to be mesmerized by the mans appearance. Eventually, he was as bare as a newborn baby, maybe even more so. Once the woman seemed satisfied with her job, she put the blade aside and reached into the drawers below him, retrieving a large diaper among other things. Before placing the diaper all the way around him, she placed several objects up the mans backside and then placed a plastic cover over his manhood. Afterwards, she powdered him and diapered him. She carried him now, as bony and skinny as the man was, over to the other side of the room. Here she sat him in her lap as she removed another hose from the hook on the wall. She locked it into his mouth and he began to drink... Again Kim blacked out. Her pain was immense, it felt like she was hurting everywhere. The dark black went to bright white which forced her to close her eyes tight.

Trying to do something different here. May have gotten a lot darker than people may want. Let me know what you think.

She entered class as the school bell sounded. Kim smiled at Sara as she sat down again behind her. They had no time to talk as class began immediately with Mrs.Z this time very well put together. Soon, the group reading over the starting chapters of the American Revolution were over, notes were done being taken and now the class was completing very simple individual reading worksheets. These were your average "fill in the blank" sheets that were as simple as reading a particular part in the next chapters. Sara and Kim were able to do some brief whispering here, but for the most part were met by unhappy glances from Mrs.Z when they were. A pretty boring hour and a half passed and the bell for dismissal sounded, the teacher handed out more worksheets for homework and Sara and Kim were out of the door. "Pretty easy day, I'm just saying..." Sara said, smiling and fondling with Kim's hand as they walked down the hallway. "Yeah, and great because I got to spend most of it with you." Kim replied, both of the girls staring at each other. They stopped when they noticed they were doing it, and stopped playing 'footsie' with each others hands to avoid the looks of oncoming students. Neither girl really out of the closet, officially anyway. "Can you change me before gym." Kim whispered," this Coach makes me uneasy and I don't want to end up anywhere near the way I did last time.." Sara nodded and they headed towards the handicapped restroom. She quickly took care changing Kim's soaked diaper and had her all ready to go. Briefly, the two girls kissed and said their goodbyes as Kim walked to gym class. Again like her second period class, she sneaked in just as the tardy bell rang. She climbed up quickly to the top of the rafters and sat as Coach Bazzle called roll once more. He called top to bottom and quickly Kim called "here" and before long the entire class was accounted for (minus one student) and the coach began. "Today, we will do team exercises " He looked over at Kim and smiled a crooked smile, "Is everyone aware of the wheelbarrow? How it works?" The class all nodded. "Great, and the crab walk?" He did not break his glance at Kim, still staring. The class replied with an organized yes. "Then everyone knows DODGE BALL " Now the class screamed with pleasure a cumulative 'yes'. "Great, well I know I said last class that dodge ball was banned but we will be running our own rendition today. It will be driven by the first two games which you guys will pick teams of two. It will be a best team takes all kind of tournament format, to keep it safe so we do not have a lot of balls and students all flying out at once. Last team will be excluded and will get a low grade for today." The class sighed, and his glance had yet to be removed from Kim. His assistant was sitting down on the table behind him with a clipboard with a tournament bracket. "Coach Frankie will take care of the teams, Miss Belle please follow me to my office." Kim froze as some students stared and others paired up and met at the table where the other coach sat. Kim trotted down the raisers and followed Coach Bazzle out of the gym and into the boy's locker room, where the coach's office sat. Coach Bazzle closed the window blinds and locked the door behind them, leaving only an awkward silence between the two. "I want you to show me your diaper." He said, patting on his knee. "I'm sorry?" Kim asked, looking extremely offended and turning red at the face. "Don't act shocked, I've got one of yours right here and I know why you are wearing them. You want this to be a secret because it is your preference. You can make this easy or hard on yourself. I want you to take off your skirt and come sit on daddy's lap." He again said, this time aggravatingly patting on his knee. Kim did not think of anything but leaving, and reached for the door handle. The coach sat up incredibly quick and practically pushed her with his chest. "You're not going anywhere girl." He reached for his belt buckle. "Do not make this hard." Kim began letting the tears flow. She immediately began to fill her diaper out of fear and the stench crowded the room immediately. The bulge was now below the hem of her skirt and this still did not stop the coach. At this point his pants were off and his erection was bursting through his boxer shorts. "You are a dirty girl. I need you to come over here and suck me." Kim did nothing. She sat in the corner, butt facing her attacker. Farts and the familiar hissing sound were coming from her diaper. The coach grabbed her by the arm and sat on the office chair. Taking both of his hands on either side of her face, he glided her mouth over the tip of his penis and demanded that she open her mouth. Kim obeyed, if only to breathe air from her now hysterical crying. This did not last long though, as she was gagged by his enlarged penis being shoved down her throat. She gagged and threw up immediately, but was not allowed any release. She swallowed what she threw up as his cock remained in place and then he pulled out, allowing her to catch her breath. She tried to fall back, but when she did so her fully loaded diaper splashed onto his office floor and her mess now spread around her bottom. He came off of the chair and continued to mouth fuck her for several minutes, giving her breathing breaks every fifteen seconds. Now her face was just red and her eyes only wet because of the gag reflex that her throat was now getting used to. The coach did not cum, instead he stopped and sat up, reaching into one of his nearby office drawers grabbing her diaper from the other day and wipes. "I am going to change you, and then I am going to fuck you. I need you to behave, I know this is what you want." He stated, not waiting for a response as if Kim could even give him one with her throat in the condition that it was in. She just laid there as he prepared the change, removing each tape from her ruined diaper until removing it completely. Kim heard a gasp, and nothing but silence. Through her tears she looked up to see a disgusted Coach Bazzle, jaw practically at the floor. "You are disgusting. Absolutely atrocious. Diaper wearing boy dressed up like a girl?" He reached up and grabbed her "b" cup breasts, "How long have you been like this you little slut?" Kim said nothing, and put her head back down against the office. Now she felt like she may have been in the clear. Instead, she felt wipes hitting her rear end. The coach now had a crooked smile across his face. "I'll treat you exactly as you want to be treated. I'll teach you what it's really like to be a fag. Little skank." Soon, after a few more minutes of trash talking, she was fresh and the messy diaper was rolled up and across the room. Kim waited for the next diaper, but it never came. She looked up once more. "Flip over, bitch." Came the coach, and Kim's eyes widened and a scream came from her lungs. Quickly, the coach took his boxers and stuffed them into her mouth. He reached to his desk and grabbed duct tape, wrapping it around her head a good couple of times. "I will not ask again, just remember that this is what you asked for." Kim began to swing and kick at the Coach, which he avoided easily and wrapped her arms around her back, duct taping them as well leaving her face down and butt up with no support. He spread her legs out which cramped Kim's legs up dramatically causing pain, but left her tight ass on full display. He spit on his now dry penis and rammed directly into the target. Kim screamed through the gag, hardly able to hear herself. Tears again came streaming and her ass felt as though it had been ripped in two, but that did not stop her assailant. He drilled her over and over again. What felt like hours were mere minutes and soon she felt a new substance enter her backside, and the Coach was making a clear sigh of relief. As if on cue however, there was a knock on the door. As if she wasn't already gagged, he put his hand around her mouth, still deep inside of her. "Yes?" Called the Coach, trying to sound as normal as possible. "Coach, we're about to get started with the dodge ball tournament. Need you out here." "Okay, will be out there shortly. Writing up Kimberly." They both heard the sounds of footsteps leaving the locker room and again heard the sound of hissing, this time urine hitting the office floor. "Are you SERIOUS? Have I NOT taught you your lesson?" The Coach demanded as if expecting a response. He smacked Kim hard, having her hit face first into the tower of filing cabinets next to her. She could not move, her ass now sore and her legs still spread with her arms tied behind her back. She was still completely at his service. "I guess this isn't over then, I know where you live and I will visit you tonight. If you tell anyone about this I will kill them and I will kill you. Do you understand me?" She could not nod, her face still against the cabinets. She could only mumble a broken "yes" and he flipped her over, her back now wet being sat in her puddle of urine. He dragged her closer to the front of the office door, leaving her hair in the puddle of urine and started taping up the previously stolen diaper. He grabbed a pair of scissors from the table and all of the tape off of her. "Who will you tell about this?" He asked her, with the scissors still in hand. She stifled more tears back, face still red with anger and embarrassment as she managed to mutter "no one" with more coughing than words. He helped her up, put her shirt back on followed by her skirt. He looked her up and down and began to get dressed himself, minus the boxers that were now sitting in the nearby trash bin. He opened the office door and looked both ways. He let Kim pass first, being hit by a wave of urine coming from her backside. "Come here," he said, motioning towards the showers. "Let's get you smelling a little fresh." Kim complied, appreciating the very small deed coming from the man that just victimized her. "Bend over" he demanded, motioning towards the sink as she put her head deep into the sink bowl. He turned on the water dead in the middle of hot and cold and rubbed her head. It was a good change to the most recent battering she took, almost as if he felt guilty. Kim knew better though, and was contemplating her next move. He turned off the water and handed her a small towel. She walked like a penguin toward the exit of the locker room, feeling the Coach's eyes on her every move. "I need you to go home. Drive there and I will see you shortly. I need you in another messy and wet diaper like the bad girl that you clearly want to be." Kim tried to argue, but nothing came out. Instead, she exited passed the gym and walked the long walk back to her house. It was incredibly painful, and she could swear that she felt semen dripping into her diaper as she walked, if nothing else. She reared around the corner in her neighborhood and before long was plopped down in her living room. She laid on her stomach, avoiding her butt as best she could. She reached into her backpack and retrieved her cellphone. She had several text messages from Sara, all took place during and after gym class. "What do you want to do after school?" "Helloooooo" "I was going to offer to take you home.." "Cool then." "Where you at?" Her digital clock now read 3:10 and school had been out for a few minutes. The coach could be at the house at any time and panic started to set in. Again, as if he read her thoughts, the doorbell sounded and Kim jumped sky high at the sound. She did not want to answer. Again, she heard it two more times and she sulked as she set in towards the door. Reluctantly, she opened the door and there sat a very distraught looking Sara. "What the hell man, what happened to you?" She demanded, entering Kim's house. Kim quickly locked the door behind her and started to cry. "Woah, is everything alright?" "Sara, you can't be here. Coach Bazzle will be here soon, he is going to rape me. Again. I can't tell anyone, he told me he'd kill anyone who finds out. You have to leave. He can't see your car and he can't see you." Kim stopped to clear her sore throat, "please..." tears were rolling down her chest, her black t shirt now soaked. Sara stood dumbfounded. Before there was anytime to respond, more doorbells were heard through the house. Sara had no time to run, he was already here. "Who's car is this outside, KIM?!" She heard yelling from outside, "It better be YOURS, if its anyone else is in there you are DEAD. Open the door NOW." "This guy is nuts, absolutely lost it. We have to hide." Kim whispered, both of them running upstairs. Sara was already on her cell dialing the local police by the time they decided that the most secure place was Kim's moms closet. Sara brought the operator up to speed and kept the operator on speaker phone. For a minute, there was silence. Quickly the minute disappeared and the sound of the windows in the backyard breaking could be heard. The girls held hands and hid behind the hanging clothes in the huge walk-in closet. They could hear the operator report out the sounds to the arriving police officer. She was whispering but it was audible. Sara quietly told her to stay silent and that he was close. They could hear footsteps going up the second flight of stairs. Closer and closer they heard the footsteps, they heard the bedroom door open and then the closet door open. In the Coach stepped and he looked around the closet. He did not dig through clothes, instead he turned around and walked out. This intrigued Sara, making her move the slightest bit to check if the coast was clear. The second she moved however, the coach jumped out and grabbed her, causing both of the girls to scream. Kim jumped out and frantically attacked the man, forcing him to lose his grip and allowed Sara to run out of the bedroom and down the flight of stairs. Kim was not so lucky, he held her by her hair and immediately threw her on the ground, dropping his pants once more. He pushed her towards the toilet, allowing her to rest her head on top of the seat as he pulled her wet diaper to one side and thrust his penis inside of her ass once more. Quickly thrusting, making good use of his time. In and out, in and out. Kim came to tears, she wondered where Sara went, where the cops were. Started to wonder if all of this was a dream because of how surreal it was, but the pain reminded her of her scary reality. Moments later, after all of the thoughts left her, he again released his load into her ass. He let the diaper fall back into its position and tucked his member back in. He grabbed her by the hair and led her out of the bedroom, down the stairs and outside where his truck awaited them. Instead of a clean getaway, the coach was greeted by about six police cars of about 10 officers one of which was forcefully holding Sara down keeping her from entering the house. "Don't move!" Screamed the cops, but it was already too late. The Coach grabbed a hidden gun from his pants and pointed it towards Kim's head, dragging her back into the house and locking it behind him.

Thank you guys for the bumps! Will try to get some more out. Have been meaning to get back onto it and I know where I want to go with the story, just haven't had the time. Update soon.

Kim had no more strange dreams that night, and was shaken awake by her mother in the morning. Her nostrils flared up with a very welcoming smell of bacon and the rest of breakfast. This allowed Kim to shoot up pretty quickly, excited to eat some real food after skipping dinner last night. She looked down and did not see a very wet padded end so walked hand and hand with her mom into the kitchen. On the table sat crescent rolls in the very middle, a small plate with bacon, and another sizable bowl full of steaming eggs. A huge smile breached Kim's face and she turned immediately to her mom and thanked her with a hug. "This is awesome mom! We should do this more often!" She looked over at the clock and saw 6AM, "Just..maybe not this early." She laughed as did her mom and they sat down at the table. Out of habit, she watched as her mother grabbed all of her food first. Something she was always brought up to do, as well as letting them take the first bite. This was one of the many things she tries to remember to do since her dad had passed on. Her mother stopped grabbing and she went to work on grabbing the rest, both of them ending up with very full plates. With two glasses of milk already on the table, both ladies started to go to work on the masterpiece of early morning breakfast. "Sooo, when are you planning on telling me what happened yesterday?" Her mom said, as she was still finishing one of her rolls. Kim took a big gulp, and placed her fork down. While she didn't know where to begin, she started with a very calm explanation of Sara, who happened to also have the same problems. She worded this carefully, and did not lead her mom to believe she actually enjoyed "this kind of stuff". She mentioned only finding out because of Sara's accident in class and she saved her day by giving her one of her diapers. Which lead to her running out and eventually getting to her house to get a change and to hang out for a little bit. Overall, her mother seemed to be in awe but satisfied of the lengthy story. "Well that sounds pretty nice. Maybe I can meet her mom and get a little more comfortable about you going over to a strangers house. Not sure if I like the idea of you disappearing somewhere where I can't find you. Just not used to this." This response did not Kim, having never really left the house or for that matter ever having a sleep over with anyone else before she understood her stance. Seconds later, her understanding turned to worry as she remembered the extremely babyish room and the behavior of Sara's mother. She knew she had to do something about the meeting, if not just give Sara a heads up. "Mom, I will be fine. I can always give you her number though. Can get it from Sara at school today." She responded, smiling. Her mom nodded and continued to eat from the plate in front of her. The ladies shortly finished the food and Kim helped her clean the plates. She looked at the clock and had about an hour and a half to get ready for school. After finishing the dishes, she walked into her bedroom and sat on her computer. She powered it on and the clear apple logo lit up a bright and "pretty" pink. It quickly boot up and she began the search into the lifestyle that Sara was leading. She found websites, pictures, videos. Some were crazy, kinky, and just normal to her. She closed out all of the many windows she had opened and powered off her computer once more, watching the pink fade away. She walked over to the floor next to her bedside table and laid flat on the dark brown carpet. She reached into her drawer and got out three total diapers and her powder. She quickly removed her old and now pretty soaked diaper and rolled it up. She sat up, dumped it into the trash and walked quickly from her room to the shower which was across the hall. Grabbing a towel from under the sink and placing it on top of the toilet lid, she removed the rest of her clothing and jumped into the waiting shower. Cold water greeted her and she had to avoid jumping completely back out at the brisk touch. Quickly she maneuvered just right and avoided most of the falling freezing water and moved it right into the perfect mix between hot and cold. A small five minute shower and a used puffy towel later, she was diapering herself and started to get dressed. Again she went with another skirt, which she found to be a clear favorite for school at this point. This one being a stripped red and black, similar to what you would see on most "school girl" looks. She opted to go with a black band shirt today instead of anything white to reduce the chance of any repeats from the previous day. Next she stood in front of her tall mirror behind her door and grabbed her makeup kit. Going to work until she was satisfied enough, she looked up at the clock and it read 10 minutes till she had to leave to make it to class on time. Quickly running to her bigger drawers, she grabbed a pair of granny panties and placed them over her diaper to add protection and help disable noise that may come from her back end. She then reached down over to her bedside tables and grabbed the other two diapers and baby powder which were sitting there waiting patiently. She slipped them into her backpack and was ready to go, yelling for her mother and closing her bedroom door behind her. Her mom walked out of her bedroom, in a full black dress, tight across her hips and a black blazer over the white oxford shirt below it. Kim whistled, "Damn mom, you look hot!" To which her mom chuckled and together they left the house, driving towards the school. "You trying to get promoted or somethin'? Looking all fancy!" Kim asked. "You are too much today Kimmie. But yeah, I'd like to. Our office is up for review today and there are a few much better paying positions a couple stories up. I'd love to get it and I'm sure you know what we could do with some extra money." She had the biggest smile on her face while responding. Kim just smiled back and the rest of the car ride was filled with the normal talk shows that Kim's mom would listen to every morning. Within a few minutes, and about five minutes to spare, they were sitting in front of the school and Kim was saying her goodbyes to her mom. "I'll pick you up today after school right here. Don't forget!" Kim shook her head and waved goodbye as she drove off. As if her day couldn't get any better, today was also a "b" day. This meant she get to spend the majority of the day with Sara in two out of her three classes, however not looking forward to seeing the coach after the last incident. The bell rang and she was in class moments later, ready to start her day.

Kim stood, back to the door of her house. She sighed a heavy sigh of relief and let her diapered end hit the tiled hallway. She finally had a moment to herself, free of judgement and eyes. Her moms car was still not outside which still hadn't registered to Kim. Thoughts began to swim in her head about everything that transpired over her second day of high school. She did not know why, but she began to cry again. Not a heavy stressful cry, but one of a softer nature. She did not know why she was crying, maybe out of relief, maybe out of comfort. Either way they were coming, and she felt good about it. A few minutes later, she started to pick herself off of the floor. She no longer had tears running down her face but suffered from the sniffles. She walked towards her bedroom which was connected directly to the living room hallway. She opened the door and was greeted by the comforting smell of baby powder. She fell backwards down on her bed with a squish. She took notice that she was pretty wet, but felt no desire to change. She was sure it could hold plenty more and would just wait until her mom greeted her. Immediately she picked her head back up in bed and remembered she did not see her car outside. Often her mother would work late, but never this late. An immediate concern developed and she reached for her cellphone in her fresh sweat pants. She frantically dialed her mothers cell and was greeted with a voicemail. She growled at her phone, and then selected the next contact number located at work. By the time it rang twice Kim was already worked up again, almost at the point to pulling out her hair out of worry. "Miss Belle's office Bethany speaking?" Came a voice on the other end, coming from who Kim knew to be her secretary. "Bethany is my mom still there? Her cell is off and I'm worried." "Hey Kim! No, your mom just left work, we had to stay extra late working on a project. I was just finishing filing up some of the days paperwork and was about to leave. She should be there soon." "Okay, sorry to bother you, thank you so much" Kim hung up the line. Her heart was still beating abnormally, but was relieved to hear of her mothers presumed safety. She slowed down her breathing and laid her head back down. She again found herself staring at the white ceiling which was staring back at her. "What do I tell my mom?" She thought out loud. "Do I tell her everything? I mean save the hookup detail.." she chuckled at herself, now feeling slightly crazy. Her mind wandered on the story to tell for the next few minutes until her eyes began to get heavy, and she drifted off to sleep once more. ~~~~ She was aware she was dreaming again. This time, she found herself outside of the man's cage. To her right and her left there was a long narrow hallway with yellow faded walls. There were two torches on either side of her a bit down the way but the rest of the way down was completely pitch black. She grabbed the torch to her immediate right and followed the flame into that direction. What seemed like hours of walking, and seeing miserable faces in every cage she started to come to more light. In these areas, the cages were better kept and the prisoners within them did not have filth everywhere, but instead were in thick diapers. Most of which were also full. The prisoners were not fat, but had meat on their bones unlike the one she kept having the dreams about. She took little notice, mainly because she did not want to draw attention to herself shining light in these cells. Finally she came to a very squared end to the hallway. This room was no longer than ten feet wide and within it laid two tables tall off of the ground and long which looked similar to the changing table at Sara's, just less well kept. There was also a few devices, what to Kim looked like medieval torturing machines off to the corner. Blood, both fresh and dried were on the floor next to them and on the devices themselves. She looked away and focused on the door that was directly in front of her. This door was incredibly large and undoubtedly thick, with multiple locks up and down the steel frame. She felt silly even trying it, but she turned the knob and sure enough the door opened... ~~~~ "Kim honey, wake up." Came Kim's mother. Kim yawned and looked over to her left where the alarm clock was located which read eight o'clock. "Everything okay mom? You had me worried." "Yeah, I can see." Her mom replied, poking at the shell of the very soaked diaper. "Where did you get this?" Kim looked down and completely forgot she had Sara's diaper on. What she discovered earlier in that day was a diaper that was specifically manufacturer to look and feel like a baby diaper. Kim knew she had to tell the truth now. "Uh..it's a long story. Can we talk about it in the morning?" Kim asked, hopeful she had time to think of a logical and shortened version of the story. "Of course honey, I could pass out right now." With that, she opened Kim's night stand up and removed one of her diapers and wipes and quickly changed her into a fresh diaper. She rolled up the old one and sat in on the nightstand instead of throwing it in the pail next to it. "Just a reminder" She added. "Do you want to sleep with me tonight?" "I would love to!" Responded Kim, ecstatically. Kim got up and followed her mom into her bedroom and the ladies slept soundly throughout the night. ----------------------------------- Sorry for the short update, just wanted to get something out. Does anyone think they would be interested in purchasing a full story like this? 16 Chapters long, mind you this isn't even the end of 2. I would add more detail and do more proof reading before releasing it, but I've been looking at the numbers for the purchased diaper stories on amazon and they are pretty decent. For that matter, most of the books sold there aren't even very good from a length aspect. I was thinking of putting this out there at say a 4.99 value. I would not stop writing here, so I would be doing it more as a 'donation' aspect. Any ideas? Also, all constructive criticism is welcomed!

Sara stood there, astonished. Kim pushed her shirt back to the normal position and sat for a moment, penis still erect and "hanging out." It wasn't until two minutes later that the awkward silence was broken by the sound of a jiggling door handle. Kim quickly regained her composure and stuffed her penis back into her diaper. Just in time, the front door opened and Sara's sister walked in from outside, dropping her book-bag with a loud thump at the door. She walked in to the living room where the girls were sitting. Kim was staring down at the floor and Sara was still staring blankly. "Soo...what's wrong?" Madeline asked, hands on her hips. Sara shook herself back into reality. "Nothing, just very tired. Long day." She replied, Kim still staring at the floor. "Sure..Kim?" Kim did not shake herself up. She was still staring blankly at the floor. She felt nothing but fear at this point. Fear that she would lose her new-found best friend over something she was born with. Fear she would tell all the school kids. Fear about everything. Tears began to form in her eyes and Madeline took notice. "You sure do know how to get involved in some drama girl. What's going on? Tired of seeing you cry already and I just met you today!" Madeline went on. This only made matters worse and Kim stood up and walked away towards Sara's bedroom with a bit of a pout. Sara looked up at her sister and simply shrugged. "She's just an emotional person. May be bipolar." Sara smiled, following Kim leaving Madeline to her backpack. Sara cracked the door open to her room and saw Kim on the bed crying into her hello kitty pillow pet. Sara sat down next to her and started to rub her back. "So is that the reason you didn't let me change you at school?" Kim said nothing, but just nodded her head while face deep in the pillow, too ashamed to look up. "You do realize I'm gay right? Like, I'm into women. I don't think you understand how perfect this is. That's the only reason I was so freaking shocked. I mean, you don't look like a guy for one, which really shocked me. But it is just so perfect. You are just so perfect." Sara stated, getting a little emotional herself. Kim stifled tears at the end of her sentence and began to get up. She allowed herself to sit cross-legged on the mattress and grabbed the soaked hello kitty pillow and placed it in her diapered lap. "I'm not a man...I was just born with the right hormones with the wrong portions..I don't know how else to explain it and neither did the doctors. Not many cases like mine.." she sniffed again, "why am I perfect? I'm so many kinds of fucked up." Kim asked. "How do you not get it? Like, you can do stuff no other woman can do. We can have babies," Kim gave her a weird look,"I mean not now or whatever but eventually you know...or at least you can decide to do that with someone. You have the best of both worlds. I can't say it any other way. I love you!" Sara exclaimed, leaning forward and kissing Kim, tasting her tears which had previously been rolling down her face. Kim was smiling through the kisses as was Sara. For that moment, they were the happiest they have ever been in their lives. They separated and both sat back a bit, Sara now joining her cross legged. "This is all crazy you know. The way all of this lined up. It's just not real. It feels so fake, almost too good." Kim said, ranting more than stating. "I know what you mean. I've been in school for three years and I've never met anyone I could have these kinds of feelings with. Let alone someone with the same problems," Kim again gave her a glare "or..interests." Sara laughed. Kim threw the hello kitty pillow at Sara and jumped under the blankets. Sara followed suit and soon they were cuddling face to face under the warm embrace of the fluffy blanket. Sara turned around and began slightly nudging her diapered butt against the growing surface of Kim's diaper. Within moments, Sara began to slip under the blankets and disappear. Kim listened as her tapes were removed and her penis was greeted by the cold yet soft touch of Sara's small hands. Moments later, after a brief stroking Sara's mouth found the tip of her penis and she went to work. "This feels so good!" Kim whispered as loud as she could. She removed the blanket from over Sara so she could see her going to work. She watched as Sara went up and down on the shaft. She quickly removed herself from the head, keeping her hands at work she moved down to the little testicles that rested below her shaft. Sara proceeded to swallow what she could there and then began to lick around Kim's anus. This did wonders for her and within seconds Kim was moaning out of pleasure. Sara bounced back up to the shaft and just in time swallowed the incoming load directly to the back of her throat. This seemed like it took the longest out of the entire process, maybe lasting a solid two minutes. Sara finally was able to come up for breath and let out a sigh of relief. "Dang girl! I guess I'm not THAT gay.." Sara laughed. Kim was still out of breath. "Was that your first time...you know..?" "...Yes...I have never played down there. With anyone. Too confused...by it." She took breaths in between her sentence. Sara just smiled and tightly hugged Kim. They drifted back off to sleep moments later. Sara slept peacefully cuddled next to Kim, but Kim did not. ~~~~ She was again in the dark room. Now it was slightly brighter, and she could see for sure now that she was very much in a jail cell. Against the wall was the same shaggy haired man slouching in the corner. She continued to scan the area and saw other similar cells, all with bars separating them, with other beat up looking men and women. Most of the people were sitting in their own piles of filth, or had corners that were designated for it. It all looked so miserable. She felt so bad for all of them. She reached out to the man who screamed at her last time, knowing she would receive the same treatment. "Sir, are you okay? Can I help?" She asked. The man slowly turned around, shaking out of what was sure to be starvation. More detail could now be seen out of his figure. He had a tattered brown or a faded white shirt on, and she could see his ribs clearly through the holes on the shirt. This man could not last much longer in this condition. He reached out towards her, and came into the light. This time his eyes were not that of an expanded black, but a solid and familiar blue. Kim could not place where she has seen these eyes before. He placed his hands on her shoulders. His breath smelled of filth but it did not bother her. She looked down however and noticed a puddle forming at her feet. Again, her focus and concern was on this man so she ignored it. She stared into his eyes as if she was searching for an answer. He again spoke in the same confusing language as before. "I don't understand you, speak English!!" Kim yelled. She felt foolish, how could she just demand someone to speak a language that they don't know. The man looked at her confused. Instead of reacting to her though, he tapped her on the nose and smiled. His finger was dirty and smelled similar to his breath, but she did not care. She felt close to this man. "I need to know who you are." She asked again. He faded back into the corner and everything went away, and she was back staring at the pink ceiling. ~~~~ "Kim, you wet the bed." Came Sara, snapping her out of her dream. "I forgot to put the diaper back on you before we fell to sleep." Sara apologized with her eyes, but Kim felt worse. "I'm sorry! I did not mean to." "Of course you didn't...you can't help it. It's my fault." Sara went to work as she said this, stripping the blanket and the overlay sheet from the bed. She removed Kim's old somewhat wet diaper that was sitting under her unsecured and removed a new one from the changing table. She quickly placed it in its spot and taped it up right after throwing in some baby powder. Kim hopped up and watched Sara as she removed the sheet that was on top of the plastic sheet and took a cloth and cleaned the plastic sheet off. She opened her bedroom door and dropped the sheets in the hamper, grabbing some new ones that were on standby and throwing them on to the bed. She did not bother putting them on immediately, as it was about time for Kim to get going. "Hey its almost six...Mom hates when I have friends over passed seven. Do you wanna call it a day and just get together this weekend?" Sara asked. "I'd love to, are you sure it would be okay with your mom?" "Of course! My mom loves you. I'll ask her later but its really just out of respect, I know she'll say yes. Here," Sara tossed Kim's now dried sweat pants, "I know they are my sisters but they look good on your ass and I can't see you going home to your mom in just a diaper. Try to explain that one." Kim chuckled and bent over to grab her backpack. She laughed some more as she was relieved there was no real homework, she would have gotten none of it done today. They left the house and started back towards Kim's with her navigating Sara to the correct street and house. They did not live far, maybe a ten minute drive away from each other. "Thanks for the ride...See you at school tomorrow? TGIF!" Kim stated more than questioned. She kissed Sara on the lips, tasting some of their earlier escapades, and quickly exited the car waving back to her. She knew one thing for sure, while today was the most stressful and tear jerking day, it was also one of the best days of her life. She could not wait to see how the rest of the school year would be.