ABAlex

4: Experiments Over the years, Joshua and Albert have tried kinks other then ABDL with varying results. These are their stories....Joshua crawled on the floor."Meow," he said."I thought you were a puppy," Albert replied. They hadn't specified in discussion, but it made more sense. While the tail currently stuck inside Joshua and the ears could have been either, the collar and leash Albert was leading him on were clearly a dog's."Uhhh, woof," Joshua said. He began to shake his hips back and forth to make his tail shake.Albert smiled. "Cute," he said.He lead Joshua through their house. He pulled the leash, and Joshua crawled to keep up. He took him down a a hall way, down a flight of stairs and into the kitchen."My knees are beginning to hurt daddy," Joshua said."Thats ok sweetie, we are almost there, but you don't say "daddy" now its "master.' Or 'woof.'""Sorry Master, I mean woof," Joshua said.Albert left him on a rug, which he assumed would be easier on his knees. He got out a box of cookies."Want a cookie?" he asked."Mmhmm," Joshua said."Beg.""Please can I have a cookie daddy?"Albert sighed. "No, beg like a dog, sweetie.""Oh, ah..." he got on his knees with his hands folded in front and pretended to pant."Good boy," Albert siad, and gave him a peice of cookie. "Now, roll over."Joshua obeyed, but slammed into a wall as he did. "OW!" he said. He fell back to his knees with his hands on the ground."Are you ok?" Albert asked."Yes. This feels like a more natural position anyway. I'm more used to it," he stuck his bottom out behind him and leaned foward until his head was on the ground, then wiggled his hips."Bad boy!" Albert spanked him. "Be a good boy Rover!""Rover?" Joshua asked."Yes, your dogs name. Its on your collar.""Oh."They stared at each other."This isn't working out, is it?" Albert asked."Oink," Joshua replied.Albert sighed. "Alright, lets that out of you.""Do you think they make collar tags that say 'baby'?" Joshua asked....Joshua was tied up bent over his bed, wearing a tight latex corset and long socks. His exposed rear was jutting out behind him, forced by a long metal bar, and another one forced his legs apart."Now, the safety word is "pumpernickel.""It always is," Joshua said. They chose "pumpernickel" because Joshua had trouble pronouncing it, especially with a pacifier in his mouth, and Albert thought it was cute to hear him say it. Of course, he didn't use his inability to say it to keep going, they always stopped the instant he used it."Yeah yeah, get used to it. Not my fault you sound adorable when you talk. Speaking of," he got out a ball gag, pushed it in Joshua's mouth, and tied it behind his head. He waved a whip with six leader ropes in front of Joshua. "Now, you've been a very bad boy, and its time you learned your lesson." Joshua looked terrified. He was already sweating, and his legs were shaking. Albert hit a button, and a vibrating sound started. Joshua's moaned and his knees bent, and would have fallen if he wasn't tied in place.Albert raised the whip up and brought it down hard on Joshua.Joshau screamed and immedietly began crying. He shook and sobbed on the bed."Oh my god I'm so sorry!" Albert screamed. He untied Joshua and pulled him into his lap. "I didn't want to hurt you! I was just playing the game." He took the gag out of Albert's mouth."OWWW! I know daddy! OWWW!"Albert began rocking Joshua back and forth and stroking his back until he stopped crying."I don't think you are supposed to stop after one," Joshua said."I don't think you are supposed to start crying after one," Albert replied."Well, most of them aren't also babies. I am," Joshua replied."Yes you are. So, bad idea?""Bad idea. I need cuddles daddy.""Ok sweetheart. I'll draw you a bath." He pulled Joshua in close and kissed his head."Do you think they make gags shaped like pacifiers?..."Ummm... come here da... baby Albert," Joshau said.Albert crawled toward him. He was wearing a white diaper patterned with ducks and a blue t shirt. "I don't think you need to say "baby Albert." Just 'baby' or "Albert.""Right, sorry Daddy," Joshua replied, and Albert sighed."Daddy, I don't think my diaper is on tight enough," Albert said, pointing to the loose waistband of his diaper."Right... lay down diaper boy," Joshua said. Albert lay down on his back. Joshua undid the tapes on his diaper and tried to replace them, then undid them again and and tried to adjust them. Soon all the tapes had lost their sticking powers. "Errr, sorry about that," Joshua said."It's fine. There is masking tape in the drawer in the kitchen."Joshua ran to the kitchen and fumbled around. "Where?""Second drawer down, where it always it."Joshua came running back and secured the diaper with masking tape. "Ummm... what now?""You could feed me a bottle, Daddy," Albert said."Oh right! Come here baby boy," Joshua said. He sat on the ground and tried to pull Albert into his lap. The position was awkward, and he tried to shift them around. Albert sat directly down, and Joshua yelped in pain. They tried to lean back and Joshua had Albert slide down to be level with his chest, but the masking tape on his diaper broke."This isn't working, is it?" Albert said."Sorry, I can try a new one," Joshua replied. He held up the torn diaper. Albert sighed. "Lets just go get your diaper on, you silly baby," he said"What? BUt I thought I was the daddy today?"Albert lifted him until his butt was exposed and spanked him hard. "NOW diaper boy, or I'll give you a spanking!"Joshua yelped and ran off. "Do you think they make locking diapers or plastic pants so they don't come off?" he asked...."Alright, legs up!" Albert said, and Joshua obeyed. Albert pulled the long silken stockings onto him, then added bright red shoes."There! Ruby red slippers, just like Dorthy!" Albert smiled and ruffled Joshua's hair."This isn't a Dorthy dress," Joshua said."I know," Albert smiled. "Now stand up princess!"Joshua obeyed. He was now wearing socks, shoes, and pastel blue diaper. Albert laughed and the way he looked, then laughed again when Joshua blushed. He put a bow in his hair."Arms up! Lets see how pretty a girl you make." Joshua was used to being dressed and obeying similar commands as he was, but he wasn't used to what he knew he was about to wear. He swallowed and closed his eyes.He felt the soft material fall over him and settle on his shoulders. Albert pulled and tugged a bit, evening it out, and turned Joshua around."Open your eyes pretty girl!"Joshua obeyed, and opened them to see himself wearing a bright pink, frilly dress. It was a Lolita dress they had ordered off a kink website that featured feminine clothing for men, along with a maids outfit. This dress was an exaggerated version of 'femanine' meant for sissy play. Joshua cringed and blushed at the way he looked. He didn't know what was worse- the dress, or the fact it fit so well."Oh, my, god," Albert said, hands towards his mouth."It looks so silly Daddy," Joshua said."OH MY GOD!" Albert said louder."I know, I don't think""YOUR SOOO ADORABLE!" Albert almost squealed. He pulled Joshua in for a hug, pressing his face against his."Oh no," Joshua said.Albert began kissing him over and over."OH NO," Joshua said louder."You're just so pretty! I can't believe it!" Albert said, holding Joshua at arms length and examining him. "OHHH I just want to squeeze you!" He scooped a bewildered Joshua up in his arms, carried him to the bed, and sat down with him in his lap, kissing him over and over. "You are the prettiest girl I've ever seen!""BUt I'm a guy! And you're gay!""I don't care. We are doing this again." He took out his phone and started going through images of sissy clothing."OH NO!" Joshua said. "OH YES," Albert replied. "I can't believe we haven't done this before!" He stood Joshua on the ground and faced his camera toward him. "SMILE!""Hey! No pictures!" Joshua screamed. "This is so embarrassing!""I know! You're blushing and your cheeks are the same color as your dress!" He started clicking on his phone, and turned on messanger."No! What are you doing!'"Relax, I'm only going to send it to people who've seen you in far worse. Who do we know that is good with make up? I want to see how pretty I can make you. I think Stacey did.""No no no Daddy! No pictures! Please!" Joshua reached for the phone.Albert held it away. "Are you going to say your safety word?"Joshua stared at him, considering. "Please don't daddy," he said, and nothing else.Albert stared, waiting for something else. Joshua didn't say anything. Albert hovered his finger over the 'send' button."Please don't Daddy," Joshua said again.Albert pressed the button, and Joshua moaned. "Oh hush up," Albert popped a pacifier in his mouth. Joshua looked in the mirror to see "I ❤️ My Daddy" written on it in pink. Even his pacifier was now sissified. "I want to play dress up with my new sissy, then I think I know some maid work that needs to be done..."...Joshua gritted his teeth and forced a smile. "More tea, Mr. Bergen?" He was wearing a full maids dress, which, to his disappointment, fit him perfectly. He also had a collar on and was carrying a tray of drinks."Yes, thank you Ms. Joshua," the man in front of him said. It was Ryan, one of Albert's friends who they had met at a kink party sometimes joined in their play.Joshua curtsied."Now now Ms. Joshua, we practiced a proper curtsy. Don't make me spank you in front of our guests," Albert said. "Yes Mr. Daddy," Joshua said. Albert had wanted to come up with a combination of something a maid would say and something a baby would say, and landed on the name that made Joshua cringe the most. As for Joshua, he had argued that "Ms. Joshua" was far from correct in anyway, especially if the others had their last names, so it was declared his new name.Joshua stood up again, then curtsied the way Albert had been making him. It was far deeper, to the point Joshua had trouble holding it. He was slightly bent at the waist, sticking his butt out for anyone behind him to 'grab, spank, or simply admire' in Albert's words. Finally, he lifted his skirt well beyond his waist until his underwear, even more embarrassing then usual, was exposed."I LOVE that you keep Ms. Joshua in diapers even when shes your maid, and she looks SOO pretty. She is so lucky to be working for you" Stacey said."Yes, Ms. Joshua is still a baby even when she's a sissy, and it means she can keep working with no potty breaks, and his locking plastic pants make sure he isn't tempted to take them off. Very kind of you to say that. Ms. Joshua, thank Ms. Reynolds.""Yes Mr. Daddy. Thank you Ms. Reynolds," Joshua said, curtsying to both."Good. Now, we have a new list of instructions. You may read them now," Albert handed them to Joshua.THe list was over a page long, filled with needlessly complicated demands. "Tea boiled for 30 seconds, mixed with one scoop of sugar, let to sit for 25 seconds, another sugar, 10 seconds, one and a third tea spoons of milk. Coffee, 17.5 ml of cream, 11.3 of milk..." it went on with a list of complicated cocktails, sandwiches, and name changes. Ryan was now lord Bergen, and Stacey was Her Majesty. Albert remained Mr. Daddy.This was the third such list they had given him, each of increasing complexity, and each with less time to do it. Joshua was good at memorizing such lists, and they wanted to push him as far as possible."Now, Ms. Joshua, you have five minutes, or you'll be getting a spanking. And you'll be asked to recite it when you are back. Any slip ups and you will be getting a spanking after all.""Yes Mr. Daddy," Joshua curtsied."Oh, one more thing," Albert said. He took out a pacifier gag and secured it in Joshua's mouth. "I saw you gritting your teeth, and we don't want you complaining and earning yourself a spanking that way either, do we?"Joshua shook his head. They now had about a dozen possible excused to spank him, and he didn't want to give them the chance. Albert patted him, and waddled off. He reached the cabinet and reached for the salt.Albert called from the other room. "Oh, and no salt in my drink, you naughty girl! I know you are thinking it! Do you think they make sissy diapers?" He asked the others, but made sure Joshua could hear. They both already knew the answer.Joshua gritted his teeth. At least he was still allowed his diapers for this kink. He got to work, worrying how often they'd play it...

Moment 3: Hidden Knowledge Joshua grunted and moaned, grasping and the long rod with both hands. Sweat poured down from his head, and he gritted his teeth."Keep going," Albert said. "I'm almost done!"Joshua began to straighten. "Daddy! It aches!""No!" Albert said firmly.Joshua groaned and remained bent over, legs spread behind him. The rod went up and down.Albert strained. "Almost... finished." He arched his back and kept pounding."I can't take it any more!""I'm almost done!" Finally he gasped, then sighed in relief. Fluid poured from him, and Joshua caught it. "Finished," he said. He rested the bar on the shelf, got up and began removing weights. "Thanks for spotting my workout, Joshua.""No problem Daddy," he replied."You know you really shouldn't hold weights with your back bent like that. I'll have to help you with form next time.""Oh I have no intention of being buff. That's your job," Joshua replied and threw a towel to Albert.Albert caught his outstretched wrist and pulled him in closer. He reached behind Joshua and grabbed his butt through his diaper. "Why? Because you like it when I carry you like my little baby?""MMMhmmm" Joshua said. "And not LIKE your like your baby. I AM your baby." He pressed himself up against him."Are you wet?" Albert asked, feeling him."Hmmm yes, I'm wet. VERY wet. But guys don't get wet, they get..." He thought a minute. "Oh you mean the diaper! Yes, it is.""Hello! Anyone home!" A voice came from the kitchen.They both jumped and looked back and forth between each other and the voice. Joshua was wearing only a diaper and a teddy bear t shirt, and he had his pacifier clipped to his chest. Albert was wearing gym clothes and covered with sweat."Who is that?" Josuah asked."Its Stacey! You met her before.""Hello! I hear voices," her footsteps began coming down the hall. Leading Josuha, Albert began to walk as quietly as he could, keeping his diapered boyfriend directly behind him so he wouldn't be seen."Are you in the bedroom?""NO!" Joshua shouted out. Albert turned to him and glared, and he whispered. "My teddies!""Oh, hello," she said, and began walking toward them."You were supposed to clean up your room! You said you did!""I lied ok! It was too difficult!" The bedroom was far from a good place. Joshua mentioned his teddy bears, but left out that he had also been rummaging for clothes to wear and had left piles of diapers and onesies spread on the floor. He had spent the time he claimed he was cleaning playing video games and was hoping to get to it while Albert was showering. "Hello?""HI!" Albert said loudly, and waved. He kept himself squarely in front of Joshua and walked forward toward the bedroom."Hi, sorry if I took you by surprise. There was no answer but the door was unlocked..."Joshua mentally kicked himself. He had gotten the mail and forgot to lock the door."But since we said we'd meet today I figured I'd just come in.""Riiigght right, meeting today, right," Albert said."Yes, I message your cute boyfriend about it, didn't he tell you."Joshua swore outloud."Joshua, is that you?" she said, leaning over to check. Albert turned to block her."Hi!" he said. "Just going to uh... laundry." It was the best lie Joshua could think of. They were at the bedroom door, and he just needed to make it in without being noticed."Oh laundry? Well let me help, I can do it while you too get ready.""NO!" they shouted in unison."WHat?" she said.Albert continued. "I mean, you don't have to do that. It's Joshua's turn to do the laundry. He agreed to do it all this month, actually, and clean the bedrooms.""Meanie," Joshua muttered."ANYWAY," Albert said, hoping she hadn't noticed Joshua's interjection, "Why don't we just talk while he does that? We'll go to, HEY! WHATS THAT!" He pointed behind her.She turned "What?"Joshua wasn't moving."You were supposed to go then!" Albert whispered."Ohhhhh," Joshua said out loud, and began to walk."No not now!" he grabbed Joshua."Not now what?" Stacey said."Uhh, like don't look then. Oh, there it is again!"She looked away and Joshua scrambled into the bedroom."What is he doing?""Its ok, shall we go into the livi..." Joshua was shaking his head vigorously from around the door frame. "Kitchen?" He lead her to the kitchen and began to make coffee, then positioned them so he was facing the bedroom and she was facing away. "Oh, and I was going to ask if there was a bathroom I could use.""Yes, just the one down... by the bed... in the front hall." Joshua was running as quickly as he could. He picked up all the spare diapers and onesies and tucked them into the cabinet. Smiling to himself, he went out of the bedroom.Albert was speaking. "Anyway, I'll still have to GET DRESSED in something more APPROPRIATE.""Right, why are you shouting?"Joshua ran back into the bedroom. He untapped the diaper, sniffed it, and gagged. He threw it into a trash bin and tied the bag shut."Wipes, wipes wipes..." he looked around for something he could wipe himself down with. He eventually settled on an old t shirt he doused with a water bottle and added it to his laundry pile. He sorted through his clothes and found underwear, a pair of overalls, and a blue t shirt which he threw on, then grabbed a sweater."Yes so Joshua is just doing the LAUNDRY, as we said."He ran back into the bedroom, grabbed the basked, and ran out. He rushed, and tripped over the corner of the wall, and face planted in the kitchen. The laundry spilled everywhere. "Oooff," he shouted."Oh my god, are you ok?" Stacey asked. "Let me help you up.""NO!" they both shouted in unison."He's fine. Here, do you want some coffee," Albert said and turned her away from him. "Its so nice of your boyfriend to take care of things while we talk. He's such a sweetheart. And its so cute how he just runs everywhere and wears his pastel shirts and overalls. Such a free spirit""Yes, he is," Albert smiled. He took out his phone and messaged Joshua. "Overalls and baby blue?" The overalls were something they often used in play, but they agreed was 'passable' in public if they weren't with people they knew."It was rushing! Time constraints!" came the reply."I hope he did tell you I was coming. We talked about it a few days ago, and I messaged him again this morning.""Of course he did. Why would any responsible adult forget to say such a thing.""HEY!" Joshua shouted from the basement. He was banging around vigorously with the washing machine."Well, then you know we were planning to have brunch, then hang out here and see a movie later.""Of course.""Soooo... I'm guessing the foods in the fridge?""Oh... uhhh.... we were planning on eating out. Joshua's treat.""HEY!" he shouted again."I thought he got his money from you until he finished his degree?""No, he'll pay me back, trust me."Joshua came back up, panting. "Done!" he said."You did all of it? I mean, its all locked in the machine?""Yes Da... D'Albert. I've been studying French. That wasn't good french.""Great! I'm just going to use the bathroom.""WAIT!" Joshua shouted. "Let me get the garbage first."Why is that important?" she paused as Joshua ran first to the bathroom, then to the bedroom, and took out garbage bags. "He sure runs a lot."A moment later Joshua was sitting in the kitchen, sipping coffee, while the other two were each in the bathroom. Stacey came out first and sat in front of him. She picked up the coffee she had been sipping earlier and drank from it. "So how have you been Joshua?""Great uh...""Stacey.""Stacey.""Thanks for inviting me over."Joshua stared at her for a moment. "No problem!" he finally said.She smiled. "Has Albert been treating you well? He being nice to you?""Not always! Just the other day he... Yes, yes he has been.""Great. So, I noticed your laundry. You had some very colorful clothes in there. I don't think I've seen you wear those before sweetie. They are very cute.""Yes, they are my... sis..."She raised her eyebrows and Joshua wondered how much of her family he had told her about before."Cousin.""Why are you doing your cousins laundry?"Uhhh... do you want a drink?""I'm already drinking coffee, cutie.""Oh... I uh..."She smiled.Albert came out a minute later, fully dressed. "Ready to go?" he said."Yes!" Joshua shouted excitedly. "I mean, yes," he said in a deeper, slower voice. He pulled the sweater over his head. They got dressed by the door and Albert checked Joshua over while Stacey went outside. They walked through the cold air and into Albert's car. Joshua and Stacey both got in the back, and Albert got in the front and turned the heat on. They began to take their coats and sweaters off."Nice of you to sit back here to keep me company sweetie," Stacey said."Yes that is exactly what I did," Joshua said."You were running around a lot there! You didn't forget anything, did you?""No, I don't think so."She leaned in close to him. "Are you sure you didn't forget something.""Uhh, yeah," he said."I think you forgot something.""What?" he said nervously.She put a hand on his chest, then pushed something into his mouth. Joshua's eyes went cross, then wide."You forgot your adorable pacifier was still clipped to your clothes, little one. Hey Albert, do you have another one of your boyfriend's diapers? From the look on his face, I think the baby just wet himself."Albert swore and almost swerved the car. A few things- If you follow Joshua's clothing changes, you'll see he switched from his t shirt and diaper to shirt and overalls in the bedroom, and grabbed a sweater. The pacifier was attached to him then. Albert usually checks him over before they leave anywhere for that exact reason, but he put his sweater on before leaving, so it was missed, and took it off in the car. This means during his first conversation with Stacey, he had it on his chest and didn't notice, hence her smiling and joking with him. Stacey was aware before this date. She wasn't ABDL, but is fine with it. I'm not going to say the extent to which she knew, but somewhere between realizing Albert pretty well took care of Joshua to having actually seen him in diapers and knew about the kink. She also thought Joshua was cute due to his personality, so its possible she just guessed something was odd earlier and was fine with what she saw. She deliberately messaged Joshua knowing he'd forget as she found it funny to set up situations like this and make them scramble. Finally, Joshua was spanked later that day. Albert insists it wasn't related, but Joshua has his doubts. I really hope someone misunderstood the first portion at first. Comments and critiques appreciated!

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Part 4: School started early the next day. Jessica was waking along a sidewalk holding the doctor's hand while Marianne held the other. Marianne had complained about the him, saying she could make it on their own, but he explained that he needed to speak to the principle about Jessica, and since he wasn't sure yet if Jessica knew how to walk along the sidewalk without holding someone's hand. He said Marianne could just go along with it so she wasn't as embarrassed, as if the explanation wasn't bad enough.She was wearing what was, essentially, identical to a classic school girl outfit from her own world. She had complained about it, but that was merely interpreted as an inability to dress herself, followed by awkward moment of her being 'helped' into it. Marianne was worse off in a bright yellow romper, but she at least almost seemed the right age for it. Or was that right? In this world, Jessica wasn't sure.She noticed a few stares directed at her, and she reached a hand to pull her skirt down lower over her diaper. No, she definitely was the one not dressed as most her age. She almost envied Marianne's romper, as it would at least cover her diaper more, even if the flaps made it clear it was there. As it was, passing people her age and younger, wearing regular suits and dressed as they giggled and pointed at her school clothes and bulging diapers, anything seemed like an improvement.The doctor was dressed as she would have expected from her world, in a dark suit and red tie. Most of the clothing, at least for those accepted as fully 'adults', was similar to what she was used too, if often a bit brighter or with less modesty, and some different logos. Overall the people seemed far more often, as Jessica had to try not to stare at some of the displays in the stores they passed, or at what people were doing in public."See that?" Doctor Jeffreyson said, pointing at a large, three story building on a hill. It was sprawling, with its multiple levels staggered and stepped like a ziggurat, and its walls a mix of brick, cement and massive glass windows. "That's the school for grades one to 14. You'll be on the far right of the building for the older... I mean, for the higher grades. Marianne is closer to the left."Other students started filling the side walks around them, all heading toward it. Jessica tried to keep her head down. She didn't know which of them would be her classmates and didn't want to attract more attention to her temporary situation then she needed to. Still, some noticed, and stifled giggles.They past by another building on the way. It was smaller and made out of red brick, with windows facing the side walk. However, it seemed to be part of the same complex, even on the lot."What is that?" Jessica asked."That is the nursery," Jeffreyson explained. "Its for babies, before they move on to pre school, or if they get bumped back. The pre school is beside it, and next to that is the day care for people who pass the academics but still need to be taken care of during the day."Jessica noted that, in this case "baby" didn't mean the same she'd expect. Looking at the buildings, she noticed a very organized method- people started in the nursery, and moved in the same direction from then on, to the lower levels of the schools, and out the door at the other end. She even noticed to the downtown core was beyond it in the same direction. The people in each one were close to the same, but with some variance. The nursery had a few people aged slightly older, who already seemed to be a bit embarrassed by their location, the pre school had wider range, and the mixture of uniforms in the school showed more.Something caught her eye. One of the people in the windows was clearly large then the others. He was sitting in a high chair that faced the road, blushing brightly, and eyes wide and shocked. He had good reason to be blushing- he was wearing a baby blue shirt and a printed diaper, and was being fed by someone who seemed, if anything, younger then he was. He had attracted a crowed of giggling students by the window, and tried to cover himself with a teddy bear but was scolded by the person feeding him.Jessica had to look, but she was certain it was the boy she had seen the day before. Could it really happen that quickly in this world?The Doctor noticed her looking. "Ah yes, that is Sebastian. I spoke to him yesterday, before I met you.""BUt... but I saw him too! He had regular clothes, and they said he didn't have to go back in every way...""Yes, I know. They were trying to calm him down. I had noticed some other discrepancies in his files, and it seemed he had fudged a few results to move forward and wasn't actually qualified for the job he had been working. Its still being evaluated exactly where he belongs. In the meantime, we agreed a few days at the very beginning will do him some good. Don't worry, he'll be out once he's learned his lesson and we evaluate him further. He'll be back with his boyfriend Charles tonight, but will have to spend the days here."Jessica stared at him. He looked out and met her eyes. He noticed her diaper, and Jessica saw his expression change to pleading, and she averted her eyes. She didn't dare to look at where he was- the day care, pre school, or nursery.They arrived at the school, and Marianne went to her class as Dr. Jeffreyson led Jessica to the office. Most of the school was familiar. The same lockers, halls and desks she had seen in movies, and similar, but not quite the same, as what she had in her private school. Not as good, she told herself, and that means not as difficult. This will be easy as pie.Suddenly Jessica gagged on an awful smell. She turned to her side to see a covered grey cart being pushed by, with the image of a girl and a boy, both making 'opps' faces and in clearly soiled diapers, on its side."Coming through!" the muscular, dark haired girl pushing it said. "Dirty diaper disposal!" She looked at Jessica, then down at her diaper, and chuckled. "It seems you should know that better then me." Jessica wanted to reply, but she was gone. She noticed, to her shame, the lack of bulge in the girls skirt which meant that, at a few year younger then Jessica, she was already much more trusted.They reached the office, and the doctor had Jessica stand outside as he went in. She busied herself looking at posted bulletins. There were sports teams, debate clubs, academic teams... all she had to do was succeed in one, and she'd be fine. She smiled, and tapped one advertising cheerleader tryouts. She'd be a perfect fit- lean, fit, pretty, and the time on her own schools cheerleader squad followed by years of yoga and gymnastics left her in perfect shape for it. Of course, she'd still pass the academics, she told herself, but there was nothing wrong with hedging her bets. Or... why not really show the genie? Imagine him seeing her, prom queen, straight a student, cheerleader, on the verge of starting her own business.. really bring the point home."Jessica," the doctor said, and she jumped and turned around. He standing next to another girl in the same uniform as Jessica. She had short brown hair, wide blue eyes and a thin body. She was a fair shorter then Jessica. "Its good to see you haven't run off. Good girl! This is Melanie," he said. "She is going to be your caretaker.""My.. care... taker?" Jessica asked."Yep!" she said in a bubbly voice. She reached out a hand to shake, and Jessica took it. "I got my full care taking certificate, and we are in the same classes!""So....?" Jessica asked.She laughed and ruffled Jessica's hair. "So I get to lead you to them so you don't get lost. I'll make sure you only go to the right places and don't get into trouble, and that your adorable diapers stay clean." She pointed down at it. "Well, not STAY clean, but they won't stay dirty for long." She looked at the board Jessica was facing. "Don't worry about those yet, you'll need to concentrate on maturity and academics. 'Sides, most are for more mature girls.""I don't need a caretaker! Especially not some bubbly young girl! I can do it on my own!""Jessica!" The doctor said sternly. "It has been made very clear that you DO need a caretaker. Have you ever changed your own diapers? Have you been in this school before?" Jessica shook her head and looked down. "Good. Learning your place, not arguing, and not lying about your abilities are all areas you need to learn. Everybody gets the same when they first arrive, but most do it in kindergarten. Now, Melanie is only a year younger then you, has completed her maturity classes, has made it into pull ups, and has shown herself to be very responsible. She isn't a girl. Now apologize.""I..." Jessica wanted to argue, but couldn't think of the words.Melanie put a hand on her shoulder. "We'll work on apologizing. I know your embarrassed and a bit afraid, but its ok, we'll help you through this. Its not your fault you weren't tested or trained properly. Just listen to me, be a good girl, and we'll be best of friends!" She smiled and winked. "Besides, I can promise you I want spank you TOO hard. Thanks Dr. Jefferson!" She began to lead Jessica away by the hand. "Wait," Jessica said. She looked back and forth from the doctor to Melanie. "What do you mean? Doctor!" She was ignored, and pulled forward.The first class she was taken too was a large, white walled room with windows facing a football field. The walls were covered with posters and pictures of military commanders and politicians, so Jessica guessed it was a history class. It full of students, most seeming to be in their early twenties. They all wore either the same dress as Jessica and Melanie or an equivalent with shorts, though none had the telling bulge of Jessica's. A few giggled as they came in, and Melanie glared at them as she let a blushing Jessica to her seat.Melanie sat beside her and leaned into her ear. "You just sit still and try to pay attention. I convinced them you won't need your paci if you don't talk out of turn. Let me know if you need a diaper change."Despite her whispering, a few overheard and giggled. Jessica winced at the sound. "What if I just want to go to the bathroom? Do I just ask?"Melanie waved her hand dismissively. "Don't be silly. You're not allowed in there. You have your diapers for a reason."Even more heard that, and some openly laughed. Well, her plan of social success was a failure. For now, at least, she told herself. She'd decided not to raise the question again, re-adjusted her skirt to hide her diaper as well as possible, and hoped she wasn't called to the front. Hopefully not many would notice.An older woman in a long dress came in. "Welcome class, and welcome our new student, Jessica. Jessica, would you care to stand up and introduce yourself?"Jessica swallowed hard and shook her head. "No, its ok." She said."Jessica! Don't be rude," Melanie said. "She'd love to, Ms. Pereyson."Jessica stood up. She held her skirt down as she did, and tried to move as little as possible. She still heard the plastic crinkling as did. "Hi, I'm Jessi..." She was cut off by more laughing. Suddenly afraid, she reached down to her skirt and pushed her legs in tighter. Had they seen?"Jessica, do a proper greeting."Jessica looked at her in confusion. After a moment she felt herself relieved, as she realized the laughter had been from an improper greeting, not from her horrid underwear again. She shook her head to show her lack of understanding."The proper way for a little girl to introduce herself is to wave, say your name and thank them for having you, promise good behavior, then curtsy.""But I didn't see you do that... Or anyone!""Yes sweetie, its for a little girl, to someone of a higher maturity level." Jessica had to resist the urge to facepalm at the laughter that followed. She just kept walking into these things.However, if she wanted to succeed, she had to play the game, no matter how absurd. She closed her eyes, went over what Melanie said, and opened her..."Wave, say your..." Melanie said slowly."I know!" Jessica snapped. "I mean, I know, thank you."She waved her hand broadly. "I am Jessica, thank you for having me, I promise to be good."She stopped."Noooowww curtsy," Melanie said.Jessica cringed. Might was well get over it. She held the edges of her skirt, lifted them as slightly as possible, and bend her knees. She imitated the curtsy's she had seen with as little movement as possible."No no, a proper curtsy means knees out to 90 degrees, and hands six inches to the side."Jessica sighed. This was just getting worse. Suddenly, she really had to go to the bathroom... except she couldn't. She wouldn't only show that genie, she'd give him a good wallop. She closed her eyes..."Eyes open! And smile!"She opened them, forced a smile, and bent her knees deeply as she lifted her skirt up. She didn't bother to check. The genie wanted her to flash her diaper, apparently, and there was no way around it."Good. Now I'm not to upset at your first try, but only saying "hi" and stating your name is for babies, because they usually can't remember anything else. Can you?""I'll try," Jessica said through gritted teeth. Stupid genie.The teacher spoke up. "Thank you Jessica, and I'm sure Melanie will help you with making that better. Now sit down."The teacher began a long lecture on the importance of studying history, and the mistakes that can come from ignoring it.Jessica squirmed and tried to pay attention. The pressure in her bladder was mounting, and she knew she'd be denied a bathroom break. How long were these classes? The time went on. 30 minutes, 45 minutes... the teacher was still talking and didn't seem to be wrapping up. Jessica tried to think of what to do, and began to sweat."Are you ok?" Melanie whispered to her."Mhhm" she nodded."Proper answered to a caretaker are yes and no. But alright."Jessica squirmed more. The teacher began to hand out marked tests, and took her sweet time.Someone raised their hands. "Excuse me Ms. Pereyson, may I go to use the toilet?""Yes Reilly, and congratulations on knowing ahead and asking. You have really earned your pull ups."The girl blushed with pride and walked out. Jessica stared at her, and was shocked by her own jealousy of someone's right to wear pull ups and use a toilet.Jessica sighed to herself. There was no way around it. She relaxed, and felt herself wet her diaper. The padding became soaked and inflated around her, and she shifted nervously, trying to get comfortable while not letting on to what she was doing. She settled miserably in her wet diaper."Are you ok?" Melanie asked again."Yes," she lied.Melanie looked at her through squinted eyes. "I see," she said suspiciously.Jessica tried to stop squirming. She knew Melanie would find out eventually, but she hopped it would at least be somewhere more private.She heared her name being called and snapped out of her thoughts. It was the teacher."Jessica," she said again. "Are you paying attention?""Yes ma'am.""Its Ms. Pereyson, ma'am is for babies who can't remember or pronounce their teacher's names. Now, you said you had academic training, right?""Yes," Jessica said. Finally, something she'd be good at. With academics she could finally show them she was able to succeed in something."Good, then why don't you come up and answer the next question in front of the class."Jessica walked forward, and prayed she wouldn't have to do that bloody curtsy again in front of them all.She breathed heavily, going over a mental routine to calm herself. This was history. She had done that before, and even read some on her own. This should be easy.The teacher began to read from a book."When the philosopher Aristotle, as later compared with the Roman Cicero ..."Good so far, she thought. She had read about both."Discussed the prevalent Zoroastrianism faith at the time..."What? "Was their writing effected by the rules of the reigning Atlantean Empire?"OH SHIT NO. Jessica stared at the class with her eyes wide. Why would she assume a different world, with all different laws and culture, would have the same history?She was standing for too long, she knew. She hadn't said anything yet. Her bladder was aching."Come on, this is basic stuff. If you can't do this, then we might have to review your files further, because I don't think you belong here academically either.""I..." Jessica managed, then remained silent with her mouth open. What could that mean? The fear was getting to her."I think she's using her diaper!" someone shouted, and the entire class erupted in laughter.Jessica looked down at the padding and put a hand on it. "No I'm not!" She shouted.Melanie rushed forward and reached to check her diaper. Jessica tried to push her away but wasn't fast enough, and soon her soaked diaper was exposed to the entire class as Melanie pressed her hand into it."Ah your soaked!" Melanie said, standing up and folding her arms. "I knew it! I thought you were supposed to know enough to tell me! Did you lie?""I uhhh...""Jessica, did you also lie when you said you had taken history classes before?" the teacher asked."No! I don't care about your stupid $*%& question!" Jessica wished she could take the words back as soon as they came out."Excuse me?""I.. uhhh..""We don't use language like that here little girl, and we definitely don't argue with the teacher or call questions 'stupid' because we can't answer them. What do you have to say for yourself?""I... I'm sorry..."The teacher sighed. "That wasn't a proper apology, and you still misbehaved." She walked to the chalk board and grabbed a long wooden stick. "Melanie, would you mind?" she held it out to her.Melanie sighed. "Yes, of course. Sorry Jessica, you can only misbehave so much. Bend over.""What?! No! I..." Jessica tried to find words, terrified at the idea of being spanked in front of her class."Now!" Jessica was surprised by the sudden sternness in Melanie's voice. Seeing she had no other option, she turned around and, taking direction from Melanie, bent over with her hands on the chalk board. She whimpered softly. Melanie went behind her and lifted the back of her skirt. The first spank hit across her diaper, and she yelped loudly. The whack of wood on plastic was soon filling the class room as Melanie delivered a full spanking on Jessica's padded bottom, and the sound matching the laughing and chuckling behind her. Jessica had never felt so ashamed. Only a few days in the new world, and she was in a wet diaper, getting spanked in front of a classroom by someone younger then she, and not a single person thought there was anything wrong with it.The spanks stopped for a moment, and she felt Melanie preposition the stick over her bare thighs. A long ooo came from the class behind her. "Please don't," Jessica whined. Melanie responded by pushing her pacifier in her mouth.The whack on her thighs hurt even more, and she felt her pacifier drop as she shouted. Melanie put the pacifier back in her mouth, and kept going. The pain mounted and soon Jessica was outright sobbing.Finally the spanking stopped, and Melanie helped her back up, then hugged her."I'm sorry sweetie, but you have to learn to behave. Now, do you need a diaper change?"Instinctively Jessica shook her head, which only prompted Melanie shake her own head in disappointment."Its fine, we will work on telling the difference between a wet diaper and a dry one. Perhaps you can still tell me when your messy at least."The laughter in the classroom reached a new pitch as Jessica blushed and stared at the ground. Melanie helped her out of the class. Well, that was academics and social gone. Along with... curtsying? Continence? How to greet people and apologize? What else was she being tested on? She didn't know anymore. Melanie was leading her down a hall, and she didn't know where she was going either.Cheerleading. That was it. One thing she was definitely good at. Damn what Melanie said, she'd be there. She'd show that genie. They were in another room, with a long table and a class of students. Melanie was talking to another woman."Thank you to Melanie and Jessica, who are here to demonstrate a proper diaper change. Jessica, would you care to introduce yourself first?"Jessica looked around and saw a sign reading 'caretaking class." She did the best introduction she could, and soon found herself lying on the table as Melanie replaced the pacifier in her mouth and held up a fresh diaper and box of wipes. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the laughing that now seemed to be a constant part of her life.She'd show them all.

well thank you for thinking of the like, and I'm glad you like the first one at least lol As I mentioned, these are going to have different 'feels.' The first one was definitly cuter, the second was more of a kink/bondage oriented story. If it helps, Lucy does enjoy the treatment in the second one, its not like they are actually forcing her, just roleplaying

Moment 2: Helplessness Lucy shifted, the muck in her pampers making the stool she sat on all the more uncomfortable. As if it wasn't bad enough after a spanking, she thought.The two in front of her didn't seem to mind her obvious discomfort as they kept talking about her as if she wasn't there."She's been a very naughty girl this week," her 'mommy,' a long and dark woman said named Sarah said. She was actually a few years younger then Lucy, but you would never be able to tell from what they were wearing. The younger woman, just out of university, was wearing a dark skirt, tights and a shirt she wore to her office, as she had just gotten home. Her hair was long and flowing, and she had a ring on her finger and earrings in her ears. Lucy, who had herself worked in an office for several years before meeting her and agreeing to the 'adoption', was wearing a diaper, a bright pink Disney princess shirt, and had her blond hair tied in pigtails with bows. Booties and finger less mittens covered her extremities, both locked on, and both making any self reliance difficult, as the mittens rendered her hands useless and the booties slipped on the hardwood floors unless she crawled. Finally, a tight collar around her neck, complete with her home address and the name of her 'owners', ended any thought of independence. Sarah wiggled a finger under Lucy's nose, and Lucy shrank down, hands supporting herself on the bench and clinging to a teddy bear, and legs crossed and hanging in front of her. She had never felt so helpless, and to be rendered so low by someone younger then her added to the feeling."I agree. Acting up, forgetting chores, going out without permission. Was she trying to run away? What if she got lost or hurt?" Lucy's "daddy" said. His name was Mark, and he towered over Lucy. He was thick and well built, and had often used his muscles to carry and manhandle Lucy as easily as if she was the infant she now felt like. Unlike Sarah, he was older then Lucy."But I wasn't running away! I was..."Lucy was cut off off by Mark's finger by her mouth."Ah ah ah," he said in a cooing town. "Wheres your paci little girl? Wheres your paci?"Lucy moaned and put a mittened hand on her pacifier, which had been clipped to her shirt."In your mouth little one! Grown ups are talking," the younger woman said mockingly to Lucy. Lucy pouted and put it in her mouth, ending her role in the discussion. The pacifier didn't fill her mouth and was never tied in place, but the strict order of her doms and the threat of further punishment made it a more effective gag then anything used on Lucy before. She suckled it, knowing full well how ridiculous she looked, and how embarrassing it was to not even be able to stand up to them enough to spit it out or talk around it. She suckled and lowered her head. What she was about to say was that she had gone out to buy soap when she ran out during her chores. This of course was a big no, as it meant that not only did she leave without accompaniment, but she had made the decisions and spent money instead of relying on her dominants. Adoption had meant handing over her credit cards, as she was deemed not responsible enough to handle the decisions. She had found one left on the counter, and knowing she would be punished if her chores weren't done, hoped to sneak away and back while the dominants were out.She should have known it was a trick. However, as they had always pointed out, if she was able to think that far ahead, she wouldn't be the one in diapers and acting like a baby while others her age were treated as adults.She had returned to find both of them waiting for her. Making matters worse, she had covered herself with one of Sarah's dresses to hide her clothes. She barely had time to get a word out before she was stripped to her diapers and bent over Mark's lap."So, what should we do with the little brat?" Sarah asked."I think more spankings are definitly in order," Mark replied."Agreed. Though I don't think a bare handed one will do."Lucy squirmed, blushing at the feeling of having her fate discussed in front of her without her having any say.Sarah walked away and came back with a large brown bag. Lucy's eyes went wide, as she knew what it was.Sarah took her time opening it, smiling as she saw Lucy's expression.She took out a long, thin leather switch. "You know, I've always loved the snap of these things." She snapped it into her hands, then ran it along Lucy's face. Lucy whimpered, and felt herself beginning to sweat."Yes but not so good on thick diapers. I think I want to let her sit in her mess for a while, so she won't be able to feel that very much. Perhaps a paddle?" he took a wooden paddle out of the bag and hit it hard against his hand. Lucy jumped at the sound."Well, her thighs always make good targets." She gasped and raised a finger as if just thinking of something. "Wait, I know." She left again and returned with a plastic bag. It was labelled with "XTra supplies," a kink store Lucy had learned to dread. She reached into it. Lucy almost screamed when she took out the massive paddle. It was made of black rubber and had 'Brat' written across it in red. It had holes in it, showing the extra effort into ensuring it didn't slow down before hitting her backside. Sarah held it under Lucy's chin, and Lucy felt herself beginning to tear. The weight of it was clear just from a touch. "Yes, I think we found the right one. Poor widdle Lucy's eyes say it all.""Mhmm," Mark said. "How many do you think? Forty?""Oh fifty at least, to start. Its new, I want to break it in. Do you like it?""I love it. Don't you Lucy?" Lucy shook her head, but Mark just laughed. "I don't think a spanking is all she'll need, though," Mark said."No. How are you feeling about whips?""Whips might be nice, but not tonight I think. Perhaps in the morning, just so she has something extra to look forward to.""I agree. And speaking of her bedtime, I think a nice, early bedtime will do her good. Won't have time to change her unfortunately, but perhaps a night dealing with her own smell and a morning with a diaper rash can help remind her of why she doesn't get to decide. Can't have her forgetting she's a little baby.""Of course not," Mark said. "And we can't have other people thinking she isn't one either. I think her naughty escapade today might have confused people. Hey Lucy, we don't wan't people thinking you aren't a widdle baby, do we? No fun being a big gwon up girl?" When he spoke to her, he changed his voice to a teasing slur, and Lucy shook her head for the answer she knew was required."Good. Then I think we can have her apologize in person, dressed just as she is."Lucy squealed. She felt her eyes go wide and looked back and forth between her two adoptive owners, hoping for some sign it was a joke."Yes that is a good idea," Sarah replied. "We'll have to keep her safe though, wouldn't want her running away. What do you think, leash on her collar, or should we take the harness?" She took a leash out of the bag, along with a matching harness. It appeared made for toddlers, but sized to fit Lucy. Lucy had already had a few humiliating trips with it hidden under her coat, worrying if her 'mommy' or 'daddy' would decide to expose it to the world."Oh, the harness definitely. And we wouldn't want her trying to undo her diapers tonight, so I think perhaps tying her to the bed will help." He took out a set of steel handcuffs and ankle locks. "We wouldn't want her to get thirsty or anything, so I'll be sure to give her one of her special bottles before bed."Lucy was crying in earnest. The bottles were normally filled with baby formula milk, though they were sometimes mixed with something to change the flavor, which she never knew about until she was drinking. What made them 'special,' was the laxatives they put in it. Combined with her already used diapers and tied hands unable to scratch, it would mean a maddening itch would keep her squirming all night. That is, if they didn't decide to give her sedatives as well."What do you think of itching powder? If we..."The conversation continued, but Lucy couldn't concentrate. There was another ache beside her bottom, and it was coming from her bladder. Instinctively, she let go, and began wetting herself. She cringed at how easy it came. She had been taught over and over to let go the instant she felt it, and it came quicker and quicker now. She was worried that if she ever did try to go on her own, she'd find herself needing diapers whether she wanted it or not. Her more serious accident while over her 'Daddy's" knee earlier was another sign- while she had chosen to let go, she didn't know if she'd have been able to hold it to the bathroom even if she tried."I think that might do it. What do you think Lucy? A good, long spanking on your messy diaper with our knew paddle, some knee bouncing, a few switches for your thighs, a special bottle, a night tied to the bed with messy diapers and locked plastic pants, then take you for a walk to to the store in your baby clothes, and we'll see from there? Sound fun? Sound like a good idea?" He took the pacifier out of her mouth so she could respond."Yes Daddy," she said, knowing full well her response didn't matter. If she resisted, the agreement would eventually be spanked out of her anyway, along with a few other concessions. It was just a tease, a joke to make her say it as the enjoyed the look on her face."Good," he said. He replaced the pacifier in her mouth, ending her one and only contribution to the discussion of her fate. "Then lets get started." He took her by the hand and stood her up.Lucy followed, waddling as best she could in her swollen diapers. The itch was already beginning to come, and she knew it only get worse before morning. She was broken, inside and out, and had never felt more helpless or humiliated.She could leave, she knew. She could move away, back to her apartment. They had no legal power over her. They wouldn't stop her. She wasn't there because she had to be. She wasn't there because she really thought she needed it, or that they were more responsible then she was. She was there because, deep down, she knew she loved every second of it. (The original last line was far dirtier, but rules be rules)

Yes its nice to have the really short moments sometimes. Thanks! They are fun, aren't they? ANd I will! Thank you!

(Alright, so this is a bit different. The idea behind the "Moments" stories is that each one is a stand alone scene that doesn't go with a longer story. These are the sorts of things my characters might be doing 'off screeen' or that aren't part of main plots. For the most part, they are all built around a single emotion or character trait being shown. There may be different characters used here, and they won't be connected.) Joshua whined and blinked as the shampoo got in his eyes. "Hey! You did that on purpose!" he said. "Well maybe if you stop struggling every time we do this. Here," Albert took the head of the shower and ran it over Joshua's head, then down his body. "It says no tears anyway." "Well the fish lies," Joshua said. "It stings." "Whatever," Albert took a pacifier and put it in Joshua's mouth, signalling him to be quiet. Joshua folded his arms and glared, but Albert got out soap and washed Joshua. They had the same argument every morning. Most of it was role playing, but they had gotten so far into their roles it became hard for either to tell what was real and what wasn't. "Done," Albert said, and turned off the water. Joshua stood shivering until Albert wrapped him in a towel and dried him off. "You know, if we ever break up you'll need to learn to do this all for yourself again." "Don't say that!" Joshua said, sounding hurt. "Maybe I'd just find another AB daddy." "Good luck finding someone willing to put up with you. And your diapers," Albert added. Joshua stuck his tongue out. "Alright, you know the routine. Lets get you dressed." Albert had already stacked three diapers on top of the toilet beside the shower. He took one, opened it up, and lay it on a towel beside the shower. He and pointed Joshua to it, and Joshua lay down. Albert covered him with sweet smelling powder. The first twos diapers were plain white. Albert cut holes in both of them and taped them on Joshua. The last was covered with prints of small animals. "See? Cute little puppies and kitties in diapers, like you, kitty," he said, and ruffled Joshua's hair, making him smile. "Lift your bum up!" ALbert said, and Joshua obeyed. Albert taped the final diaper on, then helped Joshua to his feet. "Now are you going to be a good baby when I'm at work?" Albert asked. He removed the pacifier from Joshua's mouth so he could talk. "Yes Daddy," Joshua said. "You'll do your chores and your homework?" "Yes. And its a masters thesis. You know real babies don't do house work," Joshua said. "Real babies get babysitters or go to nurseries when their daddy's are gone. Also, real babies don't get spanked for arguing, get it?" "Yes Daddy," Joshua said, panicked. "Good baby. Now, in case of leaks," Albert said, and took out a pair of plastic pants. Joshua rolled his eyes but didn't argue. Albert had him lift one leg after the other, then pulled the garment up. There was a chain around its waste band, and Albert turned a key in it, locking it. The then led Joshua by the hand to the bedroom, and Joshua waddled clumsily. "Its so thick Daddy!" he whined. "Well we both know you need them thick. Can't risk ruining our couch again. Now where was that paci?" Joshua pouted and suckled his pacifier. Albert opened his closet and took out a pink onesie. Joshua shook his head, as he always did when he was put in pink. Albert ignored him, as he always did when he wanted Joshua in pink, and pulled it over his head. He turned Joshua around, and Joshua hurt more locking noises as he was trapped in the embarrassing outfit. Albert then put mittens on both his hands and locked them as well. Joshua gave Albert his puppy eyes, but inwardly he was excited. Nothing made him happier to know that his boyfriend was in charge. The daily routine before Albert when to work always worked as a final reminder of his position. The more locks Albert used, the more the outfits made him blush, and the more Albert ignored his whining, the more secure he'd be in his knowledge of his place, the more excited he would be until Albert came home, and the more submissive he would be when he returned. "Now, I can be sure you'll be a good boy. You shouldn't have any trouble scrubbing or washing dishes with the mittens, and use your voice recognition to write. There are bottles and babyfood in the fridge for your lunch," Albert said, and Joshua nodded. Today was going to be a long, but fun day. The mittens would make the simplest chores difficult, and the thick diapers would make even walking an effort. Joshua already knew he'd spend much of it crawling. Albert pulled Joshua in close and kissed him, then spanked him hard on the diaper. Joshua yelped, from suprise as much as pain. "Oh, and one more thing little one," Albert said. He pulled Joshua in close and whispered in his ear. "I expect those diapers to be used when I'm back, stinky butt. You and I are going to have fun tonight." He squeezed Joshua in tightly and pressed his hips against Joshua, then rubbed his padding. Albert kissed him once more, then turned to leave. Joshua reached out and grabbed his hand. Albert turned to see him smiling mischievously and broadly. This time Joshua pulled his boyfriend in close and pushed him onto their bed. He climbed into his lap and rubbed heavily against him. He grabbed his hands and pressed them against the back of his diaper until Albert squeezed. Joshua closed his eyes and pushed. With some effort, he began to loudly mess his diaper. He felt it fill up with warm much, and the hands rub it into him. When he was done, he took out his pacifier and kissed Albert. "I love you daddy. Have a good day." Albert was laughing. "Excited there stinky boy? You try to have a fun day too." He stood up and set his diapered boyfriend down. They waved goodbye, and Albert left. He kept laughing and smiling knowingly at Joshua, and Joshua began to wonder why. Joshua stood in the bedroom. He began to calm down as the moment ended. He sighed, then started to walk toward the kitchen, where the dishes and his lap top were. He stopped and cringed. His hair stood up as the much in his diaper sloshed against him, and his nose crinkled at the smell. "Uh oh," he said. The entire time, he hadn't thought of how long he'd have to wait until Albert returned with the keys. His eyes were wide and he tried not to panic. He could already feel the mess beginning to itch. He needed to think. He made it to the kitchen, pulled out a chair from the table and sat down in front of his computer. He immediately bolted back up. The feeling of sitting in a messy diaper was one he hated, to the point that Albert had even used it as punishment before. That is why Albert was laughing, he realized. He knew he had been excited, but as soon as the feeling left Joshua would just be in for a long, uncomfortable day. Joshua looked at the chair again. There was no way he was going to remain standing all day, especially if he was intended to write. He slowly lowered himself into his mess and cringed as he reached it and settled into it. He looked at the clock. Nine and a half hours until Albert was back and he could get changed. This was going to be a long day.

Thanks for saying so! And the issue is she is arrogant, and the entire world is designed to make her fail based on her arrogance. She can't perceive herself doing something like what is asked no matter the circumstnace.

It did! and thanks! Thank you! And no problem, I like it writing anyway lol

Jessica tried to get as small as possible in her seat. She kept her head down and tried not to make eye contact with any of the others passing by her in the station. Most were criminals of some kind, going to be interviewed by officers, while others were there to pick up relatives from cells. They were all losers, she told herself, thieves, law breakers, drunks... And yet, sitting in a diaper, with a pacifier in her mouth, and soaking wet pants on the chair beside her proving her clothes wasn't a mistake, she didn't feel like she could look down on them.Someone called her name and she got up. She cringed as the crinkling of her diaper attracted even more unwanted stares. She closed her eyes and began walking toward an open door where a woman in a uniform stood with her arms folded. Each step brought more noise and more stares. She told herself it wasn't that loud at all, but it sounded like thunder in her ears. She finally reached the woman."You left something," the woman said."What?" she asked.The woman pointed back to the chairs. "You left your soaked pants back on the chair. We don't want to do your laundry. Go get them." Jessica felt a sharp smack on her behind, and the plastic crack echoed in the room. She sighed. There went any hopes of privacy. Now all eyes were on here as walked back to the chair, grabbed her pants, and walked back as quickly as possible. A young man and woman giggled, and she glared at them, but that only made them laugh the louder.She reached the officer, who grabbed her wrist and took her through a doorway and down a long white tiled hallway."Where are you taking me?" she asked while trying her best to keep up with the taller woman."I am taking you to see a specialist. Depending on how this goes, you may end up being adopted tonight. Odds are it will be him or someone he knows."Jessica gasped and tried to pull back. "What? NO! You can't do that.""Better then jail."Jessica tsked. "But what about that other guy? He had the same problem but was let go. Why can't I be? Don't I get a lawyer?"The woman rounded on her and put a finger under her nose. "He made a mistake, but was within the law and reported it. Furthermore, he has already proven himself in all other areas- academics, athletics, and professional working, while you have no record of either. Finally, he is living with a fully qualified caretaker, who happened to be his fiance. Do you have anyone who can take you?""I... no.""Good. Now as for that silliness about a lawyer, you are not currently being charged. Consider yourself lucky. We are chalking your mistakes up to a lack of understanding rather then criminality, which is common for this type of issue. We have no record of you, which means we have no record of a warning given or proof you knew the rules. You get a lawyer if you are being charged. Do you want to go down that route? I can assure you going through the trial system in diapers won't be fun."Jessica stared blankly."Well?"She looked down. "No, I'll see the specialist.""Good, he is through here."She knocked on a door, and a tall man with short graying brown hair, glasses and a suit came out. Jessica thought he was the spitting image of a stereotypical professor, down to the tweed on his jacket."Dr. Jeffreyson?""Yes, is this the girl?""Hello," Jessica said shyly.The officer nudged her. "Its 'hello DOCTOR" or "SIR." Now stand up straight and shake his hand. Have you not learned basic manners yet?""But I didn't know who he was!""He is someone who doesn't need their diapers changed by others because of immaturity. That makes him a sir to you, and I told you his name anyway.""Now now officer, its alright. Here, let the girl in with me, I'll take it from here. Thank you for your help." The Dr. Jeffreyson took her by the hand. "Alright. Thank you, Doctor. And Jessica? THAT is how you be polite. Hopefully you'll learn it well."Jessica watched Dr. Jeffreyson watch the doctor walk away until she was out of earshot, then he sighed. "I'm sorry, they can be a bit rough here. Leave those on the hanger outside the door, they shouldn't have made you carry them around. We can replace them later if need be."Jessica spotted a coat hanger beside the door, then put her pants on them."Good. Now come inside," he said.The room inside was a small office space with a large wooden desk, a sink and a second wooden door. "They were nice enough to give us this space. I'm going to ask you a few questions, and we are going to decide what to do with you. Please, sit down," he said, pointing to a chair.Jessica sat down. "Do you have anything I can wear? To cover the uh..." she stopped."To cover the diaper? Because you are cold or embarrassed?"Jessica blushed, and he nodded."You know we are the only ones in here, and I've already seen it?""I know," she said quietly.He nodded again. "Alright. I didn't bring a change of pants, but here." He handed her his coat, and she folded it on her lap. "Thank you," she said."Now lets go through your file, or lack there of. We don't have any record of your education, employment or even birth. What can you tell me?"Jessica thought. She couldn't tell him she came from another world through a mistaken genie wish, that wouldn't help her situation at all. "I was home schooled," she said."I see. And where are your parents now?""Gone," she said."So you were abandoned," he said, and wrote something down. "Can you give me anything that would help me find them?""No..."The interview and testing went on for some time. Jessica did her best to explain the situation without starting a manhunt for her none-existent family, and he came to the conclusion that she had been involved in an enclosed family that had moved and left her behind, but had severely neglected portions of her education. He told her he thought what was happening was a very bad idea, but not technically illegal, and there wouldn't be a record of her birth or education if her family deemed not to report it. Jessica accepted that as the best possible response. He also asked about her body and performed some physical tests, which convinced him she wasn't physically incontinent, but that her issues came from behavior. She was unsure if she was happy about that."So," he said, "My job isn't to question the ethics of your upbringing. Coming down to the issue: what do you know? What qualifications did you get, if any? What did they teach you and what did they miss, aside from the obvious gaps." He pointed at her waist with his pen."I uhhh..." she realized pushing the final issue was pointless. "I was an expert in multiple finance systems, banking, investments, and portfolios, as well as the computers that used them. That was supposed to be my career." She said proudly. He laughed. "Probably not the best one to follow.""What!?" Her eyes went wide. She knew this was a different world, but surely that must be worth something."Well, you can, but a lot of the real work there has already been automated via computers. You'll find a lot of low paying positions. You'd be better with, say, education in English or psychology."So this world really is different, she thought."I also learned math, history, reading, writing, and some gym classes.""So basic academics.""Yes."He paused."What is two plus two?""Uhh, four."He nodded. "Four plus five?""Nine! Is this necessary?""How long did you learn academics for?""12 years.""Did you ever compete in athletics?""No..." she had tried a few sports, mainly cheer leading and track, but never competed at any high level.He shook his head. "Basic academics consists of 14 years, and a qualification in academics required competition. I'm afraid you don't have anything.""But... what!? But that can't be true! I'm an adult! I worked for years! I... I..."He waved a hand to calm her protests. "Its alright, we know it isn't your fault."She looked into his eyes, and felt tears in her own. He was the first person to be kind to her since arriving. Part of her rebuked that, telling herself that she had never needed another's help before, but right now she felt more venerable then ever. "Please help me," she said."Are you sure?"She nodded."Alright. That settles it. We will help you out. But right now there is one more test you need to take.""What?" she asked."Currently you have only wet yourself. You have yet to demonstrate whether you require diapers for anything else."Jessica felt her hair stand up. "What?""I need to see you demonstrate that you know how to use a toilet for defecation and clean yourself, or you will be listed as diaper and caretaker dependent for that. Do you need to go?""I..." now that she thought of it, she hand't gone all day. She was nervous about this direction, though. "I... I don't think so.""Alright," he said. "We can perform that test later at home.""At home?" she asked."Yes. You will be coming home with me tonight. I will need to monitor you for a while to decide what the best course of action is.""But... I mean... you're a stranger."He sighed. "Do you have anywhere else to go?"She considered lying, but knew he would find out. "No," she said."Do you want to go back to living on the street, without even a change of clothes or diapers?" he asked."No.""Then come on. I'm a professional, and this is part of the reason I came here. Besides, I have someone else about your level. You might bond on that."Jessica followed him back through the station. She asked for her pants back, but he threw them out, explaining they were ruined and probably wouldn't fit over her diapers, then offered to replace them later. He gave her a blanket to wrap around herself instead. He signed some paperwork, and gave her pages to sign, then lead her to a car and drove her out of the downtown and into a suburb. He seemed to live far from the city, and the drive was taking a while.Her stomach grumbled."Are you hungry?" he asked."Not really," she said."Hmmm I thought you said you didn't need to go."She didn't respond.He pulled up to a long, shingle home with a large front balcony and chimney's at both end. He parked in a separate garage then took her to a giant double door with windows lined on either side."You live here?" she asked."Yes," he laughed. "I do well in my trade. Its ok, don't be afraid or anything."She thought about what he said. She realized to most people, this would seem like an extravagant mansion, and he probably thought she was awed. She thought back to her place back in the other world, and held her tongue.When they got inside they were greeted by a middle aged, red haired woman and a young brown haired girl, who Jessica guessed was a teenager."Hi daddy!" the girl said, and jumped to hug him."Hello Marianne!" he said and picked her up. The other woman, who Jessica assumed was his wife, came in and kissed him."Is this the girl?" she asked."Yes dear, this is Jessica," he turned to face the young girl he was carrying. "See sweetheart? This is Jessica. She's going to be in a higher grade for academics, but she's in the same grade as you for other stuff, so maybe you can help each other out.""Hi!" she said.Jessica's eyes went wide. "Wait... the same grade as her? But she's a kid!" "Yes well, Marianne is moving up quickly in her manners. We are very proud." Marianne beamed at the praise, and asked to be let down."No, I mean... I can't be that..." she was going to say 'far behind" when Marianne hugged her around the waist and said 'hello.' The surprise and force knocked Jessica back a bit, and she heard a loud sound in the back of her diaper."Eeep!" she said."Ewww stinky" Marianne said. "Did you mess yourself?"Jessica blushed. "Don't say that!"Dr. Jeffreyson folded his arms. "Jessica. Did you mess yourself?" Jessica hated how serious he sounded, as if she actually might have. "I... I don't..."He sighed grabbed her wrist. "You don't know," he answered for her, and turned her around, undid the towel around her waist, and pulled open the back of her diaper. Jessica realized he was checking her."Hey!" she protested half halfheartedly."No, she's clean. Either way though, I think if we keep her in this diaper she might have an accident soon. Honey, why don't you go prepare the table while I help Jessica to use the toilet? She still needs to be tested for that.""Alright dear. Good luck!" she smiled and waved at Jessica as she said it.Once again Jessica was lead by her wrist while wearing only a t shirt and a diaper, but this time, her journey ended in a bathroom. It was big but cozy and had, Jessica noted, a disturbingly large changing table, stacked with diapers of different sizes."Now, you said earlier you didn't need to go, but it is clear you were mistaken.""No! I wasn't..." Jessica realized "I was lying" wasn't a good explanation either.He waved her silent anyway. "I know its not your fault, I'm not angry. I do, however, need to see if you can do this. Now, do you think you need to use the bathroom?""Yes," she said."Then do it," he waved at the toilet, then remained standing in front of her."Ummmm..." she said. She was getting desperate."Yes?""I need privacy.""Why? I've done this thousands of times with different testers."Jessica was stumped. She realized in this world, where adults regularly get their diapers changed, get potty trained, or need help getting dressed, they would have completely different standards of modesty. Still, the idea of her, Jessica Mellingham, stripping and... she couldn't even think it... while someone watched!? Inconceivable. It was mortifying, and she remained frozen."Well? Do you know how?""I can't," she said."That's fine sweetie, though I wish you had told me," he walked over to her, and before she could react, he pulled down her diaper. "No, I mean... OW!"She was interrupted by a hard smack on her bottom."That was a warning for lying, and for trying to hide the fact you didn't know how by saying you needed privacy. Next time, you will get a much harder spanking and a mouth soaping. Now, like this." He opened the seat of the toilet, picked her up slightly, and sat her down.Much to Jessica's dismay, he resumed his position directly in front of her."Are you going to watch?" she asked."Yes. I still need to see if you have this part right, and if you can clean yourself," he said. He then seemed to think of something. "Are you going to lie to me again about needing privacy? Because that will just confirm you don't know how, and earn yourself a real spanking."Jessica could barely breath. Her stomach was turning, and she felt the weight inside her, but she couldn't make herself do it. What would he say? Would she fail? Could she do it with him watching? She looked into her eyes, which shows no surprise at the idea that she might actually not know how to use a toilet, or that she might be expected to prove it to a near complete stranger. Even if he was a 'professional," she thought. However, the idea was terrifying."I can't," she said.He nodded. "That's ok," he said. "That is why we test."She tried to argue that it wasn't that she didn't know how, but couldn't in front of him, but realized it would only get her spanked. She didn't want to do THAT again.He continued. "Supper won't be ready for a while. You are there, we might as well wait until it happens. It'll just take a bit of patience, you'll see." He sat on the bathtub side in front of her.Her stomach grumbled. She tried to look anywhere but at him, and tried to think of a way out. The door was wide open, and anyone passing by could see. She knew if she brought that up, it wouldn't mean anything to him. She cringed. She couldn't hold it much longer.Finally, will a loud, embarrassing brappt, she released it.He waited a moment, then stood up. "Good girl!" he said. "I told you you just needed to wait. Now, do you normally clean it?" He held up toilet paper."No," she said truthfully. She normally used a bidet.He ruffled her hair. She noticed he was treating her as if she was younger and younger, but was afraid to protest. "Good girl. I figured as much, but it is better then lying. Stand up!" He stood her up and had her lean over the changing table. He then took out a box of wipes and began cleaning her."Wait! I can do it!"He sat back down to watch.Jessica grabbed some toilet paper and began cleaning. She went quickly, trying to get out of the situation as soon as possible."There! See! I can do that.""Hmm, really. Stand up," he ordered, and she began to obey."What? Why..." What could possibly... "EEEP!"She felt him drag a wet wipe between her cheeks. He tisked. "Not quite sweetie. I'm sorry. Bend over the table.""No please I can do it!" she begged."No! I can do it!" she said. She reached and tried to take the wipes from his hand."HEy!" he said. "Now. Last warning," he said. "One more lie like that, and you'll be over my lap for an hour. Now, be a good girl, bend over, and let me help you."Jessica had to fight back tears. This was by far the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to her. She cringed at each feel of the wipes, and at the knowledge he fully believed she needed his help, that no argument would change his mind. He had an entire day of evidence against her.While she remained bent over, she saw something move in front of the door. It was Marianne, watching curiously."Why are you doing that? I thought you said she was the same level as me," Marianne said."Well I thought so too, but it seems she doesn't quite know how to change her messy diapers yet. She will still need help, and a different kind of diaper.""What!?" Jessica said."Quite, its ok," he reached into the changing table, got something out, and put it in her mouth. It was a pacifier, and it filled her mouth completely. Jessica remembered it was for people who couldn't control their emotions yet... and, essentially, to keep some quiet while the grown ups talked. Out of the three, including someone far younger then she, Jessica was considered the least mature, and had the diapers to prove it. She realized he was about to be put in diapers to specifically mark her status, and dreaded to see what they looked like.Dr. Jeffreyson picked her up and lay her on the changing table. Seeing her looking disappointed in herself, he reached under the table and took out a soft doll, which he handed to Jessica. She took it, and realized that probably meant she failed another test. The doctor spread powder over hear, then opened another shelf and took something out.Jessica moaned audibly. The diaper he held was far thicker then the one she had before, and covered with an all over print of cartoonish animals.He smiled. "Sorry. Wetting and inability to change that got you the first diaper, not knowing when you need to mess, how to use the toilet, or how to clean that up got you this one."She glared, and he laughed as the look she was used to frightening subordinates with fell apart behind a giant, childish pacifier."Don't worry. Four tapes, see? Not two. That means it isn't a baby diaper. Marianne's in only a bit ahead in partially printed, so not that far to catch up!"Great, so behind the kid. That did little to lighten Jessica's mood. There was at least on other level to sink too, it seemed. He diapered her then lead her down the stairs. She knew she made quite the sight with her t shirt, colorful diaper, pacifier and doll.She wasn't even surprised when she arrived in the kitchen to see dual high chairs, with Marianne's mother just finishing setting up one sized for Jessica. Jessica let herself be put into it and fed by the doctor, while his wife- she still had to learn her name- fed Marianne. She didn't taste the food, and didn't bother to see what it was. It was humiliating to think that she was being treated as the same maturity level as someone years younger, and that was a step up from before. Defeated, Jessica kept eating."So, tommorrow, Jessica will be going to school with you Marianne, though she'll be in a higher grade."Jessica perked up. School? She had forgotten that."Which grade?" she asked."Hush, Jessica, grown ups were talking. Remember your pacifier? No talking while eating either."Jessica blushed."Which grade?" Marianne asked.The doctor smiled and shook his head. "Alright," he said, and realizing he was asking for Jessica, turned to her. "Since you said you completed 12 years of academics, you'll be taking grade 13, generally for people aged 20-22, but not strictly."Jessica was happy at the last part. "Not strictly" meant there might be people her own age. She remembered reading about the academic parts of the schools in the broucher, and it seemed the years for the grades were less strict here, and passing was more on ability then time in.He shook his head, sensing what she thought. "You'll still be the oldest I'm afraid, but hey, maybe that will give you an advantage. Only a little bit more, and you can successfully graduate. Won't that be nice?"Jessica almost laughed out loud. She only had to succeed in one thing. School could be that one thing. A year or two for the full academic courses might be a long time, but then there was always sports, or a summer job... It was much lower then the business success she anticipated on her arrival, but it was still success and would get her permanently, and properly, out of diapers. She could put up with it for a while.She gloated to herself. All she had to do was succeed in one thing, and the bet was hers. THeres more now, thanks for commenting!

Thanks for the comment, and the feedback. I agree both that the humiliation aspects are harsh and shouldn't happen in real life, and that it is unrelistic and would probably have a negative effect on the way AB is seen if someone actually did this in public. However, it is meant to be taking place in a fantasy world. Sort of like the 'diapered dimension' stories, where no one really thinks shorter people should be treated that way, I don't expect people to think of this as real. Though it isn't directly specified as being in a different dimension, I always consider many of my stories as taking place in an alternate world where submissive and dominent relationships are more common. I don't specify here why she is in this position and how much she wanted it vs how much she was forced, but I figure as soon as people see her collar they realize she is in that sort of position and accept whatever her master decided to dress her in. I also agree its very sad that eople with medical needs are looked down on as well, that just isn't right. Glad you liked it despite that! Thanks again for the feedback

Hello! And thanks for replying and liking it so much! You could interpret this as taking place in the same world as "The Baby Slave," or a simmilar one anyway. Part of the reason he was asking her that at the end is it was a possibility, and some of the people there were being auctioned. Of course, it isn't specified, so mighjt change. I do like having continuity between stories though. As for Tested, no exact day, but hopefully soon. I'm sort of busy with a bunch of things right now I delibertatly left it ambiguous as to why she was there. I figure it could range from her doing it willingly, and her reactions being roleplaying, mixed feelings/ cold feet, or agreeing to be a sub but not knowing she'd end up diapered, to some kind of legal punishment (maybe an option instead of prison time?), to something more random like being selected as good for the role. It could also just be basically a career choice, with obvious downs but she took it for the benefit of never having to pay for anything. Its up to the reader. And yes, he has legal guardianship, and was also demonstrating that his form of training worked, hence why he was happy when she messed. Arguably she could still end up being 'rented' out to people for playdates or as a mascot or something. Anyway, mainly it was meant to be what the reader wanted, so whichever. Thanks for the feedback! thanks Thank you! And yes I've gotten that comment a few times. Will remember for next time!

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Elise struggled not to cry. She squirmed and screamed as each blow smacked loudly on her behind, but the indignity of her childish position over the stranger's lap would only be made worse if she gave in and cried."OW! OW! STOP! You can't do this to me!" she cried out."Are you going to be a good girl?" the man she only knew as "Daddy" said."Let me go! You can't spank me!" She tried to struggle, but he held her firmly over his lap with his left hand on her twisted arm as he spanked her already red bottom with his right. She couldn't manage to budge him."It seems I can little girl. And after this you are going to your room for a time out.""NO! I'm not a little girl! For god's sake I went to college!"He reached for her belt buckled. She squealed as he undid it and pulled her pants down, followed by her underwear."Silly girl won't need these anyway. We'll get you dressed properly.""No," she said. What could THAT mean?He took the belt out of her pants, folded it, and swung it at her behind hard. It hit with a loud CLAP, and she screamed out."You've been a very bad girl," he said, and spanked her again. "You are going to obey me whether you like it or not, and you will learn to be good." He hit her again."OW!" she screamed. She began to cry. "Alright," she said, "I'll be good.""Good girl," he stood her up. She tried to lift up her pants to cover her sore read bottom, but he swatted her hands away and spanked her with the belt. "No," he said, "good girls don't do that." He stood up beside her. Tall, thick, and broad shouldered, he loomed over her easily, and she cowered in front of him.Without letting her pull up her pants, he began to drag her by the wrist through the strange building she had just arrived at. It was a sprawling complex, and they passed through several halls and flights of stairs. Every room she passed has its own odd theme, and the people around them were dressed to match. There were people dressed in leather next to rooms full of bondage equipment, people dressed in collars next to rooms with dog beds and dog bowls, men in bright pink skirts, more still in maids going from room to room cleaning, and all through out them stern looking men and woman directing them. What had she gotten herself into?She began to wonder where she would end up. The bright skirts didn't seem that bad, but she never was one for cleaning, so she hoped she wouldn't become a maid. The bondage equipment frightened her, so she hoped to avoid it too. The dog beds just seemed embarrassing."Here we are," he said, pointing at a closed door. There were four other people around it in black clothing, and she stared at them nervously. "Oh, don't worry about them," he said, "they are just here to help." He reached over to her and ruffled her hair, then reached into his pocket and took out a ring of keys and began going through them."What is in there?" she said, sniffling. He smiled. "You'll see." He pushed the door open, dragged her in, and turned on the light. She gasped at the sight.This was worse then the dog beds. This was worse then the MAIDS clothes."No, no no," she said, and tried to back away."Are you arguing with me AGAIN, girl?" he said. It had taken her a moment to understand what she saw. The room inside was a gigantic nursery. It was painted a sickening pink color, and filled with infantile furniture sized for an adult. A full sized crib dominated the room, flanked by a high chair, changing table, and clothing shelves covered with diapers and onesies.Worse still, laid out on the crib for her to see, was what she realized would be her new out fit. It consisted of a pink dress decorated pastel pinks and blues, a bonnet, mittens, long stockings, and to top everything off, a thick diaper printed with rabbits. Worse still, there was a series of ropes and locks arrayed in front of them."You can't do this to me!" Elise said.A split second later her world was upside down again as he flipped her over his lap. "NO!" she screamed, and tried to kick her way out."BAD BABY!" he shouted, and began spanking her with her belt. She started crying with the first blow, and each smack after that brought out more and more tears until all she could do was lay helplessly on his lap and sob.Satisfied that the fight was out of her, he turned her back until she was sitting on his lap, then lifted her cradled in his arms. "Now, lets get you dressed.""Nooo," she pouted. This time, however, she didn't fight him as he lay her down in the crib. To her surprise, there was a mirror on the ceiling above it, and she saw herself, the crib and the outfight clearly. She tried to separate herself from it- another red headed girl about to be put in diapers, another blond haired man doing it, but she realized she'd have no choice but to watch her own humiliation occur. It was a clever, if cruel, touch.The four helpers in dark clothing were around her. They held her limbs down as he pulled her pants the rest of the way off, then took her shirt off. Finally, he lifted the diaper up in front of her and opened it up slowly, smiling as he saw her expression changed from moping to fear and embarrassment."No, please. I don't want to be a diaper girl. Maid, pet, anything but that," she said."Don't worry," he said, "you'll get used to it." He lay it underneath her and spread powder liberally over her. "No," she moaned one last time, half hardheartedly trying to move her bottom out of the way and give some kind of resistance, but she was stopped by another spank from his hand. She watched in dread as he folded the diaper up and taped it on. He followed it with plastic panties, which he locked in place. With the help of the other four, he dressed her fully in the dress, bonnet, stockings and mittens. They tied the ropes to her limbs, and left her with her arms stretched to the top corners of the crib and her legs folded on top of her, unfortunately lifting her skirt to leave her diaper visible. He dismissed the others before presenting the coup de grace of her humiliation- a big pink pacifier with straps dangling to each side. He shoved it in her mouth, and she felt the bulb fill it up and gag her. He tied it behind her head."There. No way to move or complain, no way to get in trouble. A silent baby is a good baby. We will need the straps until you learn to keep pacis in your mouth without them." She groaned inwardly. How long would it take to 'learn' that? How long would she be diapered for?"Now, we are going to play a game. I'll be asking you questions, and you can shake your head yes or no. If you're a good baby, you'll get treats. If you're a bad baby, you'll get spanked. We'll see if we can work our way up to letting you talk, then maybe moving around a bit before bed time. Ready?"She groaned, this time out loud. That resulted in a hard smack on her diapered bottom and her getting scolded as a 'bad baby." She tried to look away from her tormentor, but just ended up looking at her own reflection- locked in a crib, clearly visible diaper under her skirt, and sucking a pacifier as a stranger spanked her. She tried to look around, but everywhere was more evidence of her new status- piles of diapers, childish toys, the high chair, a playpen- it was unavoidable. She pushed the thoughts out of her head and tried to listen to his questions, hoping she could somehow make it better by pretending to play along. What had she gotten herself into?...She tucked her head down and tried to hide as she was lead by her leash into the shopping center. The leash wasn't attached to a collar- oh no, even though she wore one complete with tags that gave her name, "Diapered ABDL" status and the address and name of her owner (though she was told she only needed to know him as "Daddy,") having the leash attach to her collar like most submissive would have been to easy, and given the wrong idea. Instead, she wore a harness like the ones normally intended for toddlers, and which gave her no choice but to follow. More ropes dangled from it, and attached to the cuffs at on her hands, followed by another rope between her legs that would have kept her from running if the leash wasn't already doing the same thing. To top it all off, she had her hands in baby mittens, leaving them useless anyway, and she had a pacifier securely strapped to her mouth.'At least I'm not in a stroller this time," she thought to herself. THAT had been humiliating. However, at least then she could pretend she could hide in the seat. Now, walking among the staring and giggle crowds, there was no way to hide her state. Her stomach groaned, and she tried to hide it. THAT was something she didn't want anyone to notice.She still liked to pretend she could. Though her dress, stockings, and pigtails were childish enough, the harness added insult to injury by announcing "Baby Girl," across her chest and back. However, she kept kept her head down, imagining it hid the pacifier along with her face, and she reached her hands down to smooth the annoyingly short skirt, doing her best to hide the thick diaper underneath it. It was futile, she knew- the loud, crinkling plastic filled her ears as the smell of baby powder filled her nose, and the forced waddle was easy enough to recognize if anyone knew what to look for. However, she tried to do her best without her Daddy noticing.Elise saw him looking at her hands, and she snapped them back up. Getting caught trying to hide her diapers was something she had been warned against. He chuckled, and smacked her hard on the bottom. "Bad baby," he said. "If that skirt is too tempting for you, I might just help you out by taking it away and letting you waddle around the mall with your diapers showing."She shook her head, eyes going wide. Much as she hated to admit it, he was good at what he did. Very little got passed him, and he seemed to know what she was going to do before she did it.He nodded. "Good baby. Now, keep your eyes up, I want people to see my baby's pretty face."He began walking again and led her onward. Instinct and shame still made her want to keep her face down, but she fought against both. The fear of her punishment was worse then a few snickers and laughter, and she endured it as best she could. The mall was huge, with stores she had never seen before lining both sides of the hall in a massive enclave that rose several stores. Some were typical- clothing stores, a few name brands, books, music- while others were designed for the exact type of lifestyle she was now in, ranging from broad ranges of kinks to more specific ones. "Pet" stores, 'punishment' centers, 'work cloths' stores- she dreaded to see what was in store for her. For now, she simply had to walk in the center of the most visible, crowded hall, something she was sure her 'Daddy" had planned. It seemed he planned most things ahead."One day you'll see this is all for your own good," he told her. "See that? That is where we are going, and you are going to happily pick out a little baby toy for yourself, beg daddy for it, and show it off to everyone we meet." He pointed to the end of a long hallway, and she could have cried at what she realized was the final destination of her humiliating journey. A massive store, set up to look like a toy store, but instead filled adult sized toys, furniture, and garments, its banner in brightly colored block letters calling it "The Big Baby Store." It had everything needed to embarrass an abdl girl. "Or please one", she thought, as she saw another woman skipping along, flouncing skirt revealing the pull up underneath.- wait... did she know that girl? She was gone to fast to be sure- She saw far too many of them, and worried over how many had begun resisting and fell into it.She had another problem coming. Her stomach groaned again, and she almost doubled over from a cramp. She had been cramping since breakfast, but tried to hold it in. It was silly, she knew, as she would never be afforded the right to use the bathroom. She had gotten used to wetting herself, but part of her still wanted to resist using her diaper for... that. She saw her Daddy glancing her way and chuckling to himself.Her stomach groaned again, and this time she farted loudly into her diaper."What was that sweetie? You say something?" her Daddy said in a teasing voice. She looked at him sadly. "No, I think your little bum bum did. Her, let daddy check your diaper."She squealed loudly from behind her pacifier as her turned her around and lifted her skirt, exposing her diaper to the entire mall. More people started laughing behind her, and she squirmed in embarrassment. It would have been bad enough had it been a plain white one, but the one she wore today was designed to look like a true pamper, covered all over with cutesy pictures of pacifiers, bottles and teddy bears, and with thick purple stripes along the sides. Added to that were clear plastic pants that locked in the top, just in case she could find a way to open a diaper with her hands in the ridiculous mittens."Hmmm I don't know baby girl. You certainly are a smelly butt, and definitely damp," he reaches his hand between her legs to the front of her diaper, and she squirmed again, eliciting more laughter from her growing crowd.'Why is he taking so LONG!" she thought. He kept prodding and patting her as people laughed and she grew redder and redder, commenting on her personal hygiene. "Such a silly little girl. Still in diapers at your age! Do you need daddy to give you a change?" Finally, he lifted her entire skirt, front and back, clasped it in one hand and pulled open the back of her diaper with the other. At the same time, another cramp hit, and she heard herself fart loudly again as he was checking her, getting the loudest laughter yet. She couldn't bear it any longer, and reached down to pull her skirt in front of her diaper.She instantly regretted it. Her Daddy stood up from the crotched position he had taken while checking her, and she backed away as he leaned over her.He undid the strap of her pacifier and took it out. Despite the newfound freedom from it, she knew better then to speak now."Sweetie, what did I tell you about holding your skirt?""I..." she was afraid to answer."Good babies don't try to hide their diapers. Bad babies do that. Good babies aren't afraid to show off how cute they are.""Yes, Daddy.""And what did you do?""I held down my skirt to hide my diapers."She felt a sharp smack on the back of her diaper and yelped."Bad baby!" he said. "What did I say would happen?""No Daddy please! Its embarrassing!""Well, I bet its embarrassing to be a naughty adult woman walking around in diapers. It should be. A little baby, however, is fine. If its embarrassing to walk around with your diaper showing, then you clearly need more practice doing it. We'll have to give you more opportunities to show off."He took out a remote and hit a button on it. She felt her hands being pulled upward by the rope toward her chest. Once they were folded in front of her, he reached down to grab the hem of her skirt. As always, he was doing it as slowly as possible, letting her dread grow."Please daddy. I promise I'll be a good baby," she said. Unlike other times she had said it, she meant it. Fighting him was turning out to be much worse then going along with what he said."You better be," he replied. He undid the buttons on her skirt and tossed it into a bag. "Now, about you being a gassy baby. Do you know what that means?""Uhhh... nooo.." she tried to reply but felt another cramp. She was shocked by how hard they were coming, and how quickly they were getting worse. "What, Daddy?""What did I tell you to do when you needed to go potty?""I uhhh...""Tell me unless you want a spanking."She blushed and looked down. "Good babies don't hold back their messes. Good babies go the second they need to and fill their diapers for their daddy's to change. They like making presents for their daddy's because it proves they are babies."He nodded. "Exactly right. Good baby." She tried to hide the embarrassing pride of finally getting something right."But Daddy, do I..." she glanced over to where she saw a public bathroom, but knew what the answer would be. "How long..."He shook his head. "Don't worry about how long we'll be in the mall for, I promise you'll be good and stinky before we are gone, and your bare pampers will be visible to all.""Daddy!" she whined."Now, if you had listned to what Daddy told you and filled your pampers when you first started feeling the cramps this morning at home, what would have happened?""I..." how did he know when she first felt them? How much could he figure out?"Sweetie, be a good baby. I know its difficult for a little diaper girl like you, but see if you can figure it out. Daddy changes you whenever you need it. If you had filled your pampers at home, what would have happened then, and what wouldn't be happening now? Can you figure it out sweetie?"She blushed at such a simple question worded so condescendingly. "I would have been changed at home, Daddy, and wouldn't need to mess now."He smiled and ruffled her hair. "Good baby! Such a smart baby!" To her embarrassment, Elise giggled as he said it. "So if you were a good baby and listened to Daddy, you wouldn't have this problem now. Since you were a bad baby and didn't, you're going to end up messing your diapers in front of all these people, then walk around the mall with your stinky pampers. Sound like fun?""No Daddy!" she whined."And since Daddy locked you in those plastic pants and your spare diapers are at home, it means you'll spend a lot of time in your mess before you get changed. Sound like fun?""No Daddy," she said. She knew exactly where this was going, but couldn't argue. There was nothing TO argue this time. She hated to admit to herself he was right."So, what was the better option- listening to Daddy, filling your diapers like a good baby, and getting changed immediately at home, or not listening, being a bad baby, and walking around a mall in smelly?"She sighed and looked down in shame. "Listening to Daddy, being a good baby, and filling my diapers when I needed to." She felt the cramps come again- it would be coming out soon whether she liked it or not, and she knew he was right about the last time she held it in."Do you think its fair to make people have to smell your stinky diapers?""No Daddy.""So what should you have done, and what should you always, always do? Who should you listen to, even if you don't know why?""I should always, always be a good baby and listen to Daddy. I should always listen to Daddy because Daddy always knows best." She hated hearing the words from her mouth."Good baby," he said, ruffling her hair. "Since you were good since then, if your lucky, I might pick up some cute new diapers at the Big Baby store and change you in the bathrooms here. If you are good. Now, I think there is something you were going to do for Daddy? What was that?""I... I was going to make a present for Daddy in my diapers, because I want to be a good baby." She said. 'Change in the bathrooms? In PUBLIC? Could he do that?' she thought. It seemed he could effectively do what he wanted to her."Well?" he raised an eyebrow.She sighed, closed her eyes and pushed. She farted far more loudly then she had hoped, and felt the hot mess come out of her and into her diaper. "Ohh," she said, and she doubled over and squatted as the cramps hit again and she kept messing herself for the audience. She hoped their laughter at least drowned out the sound of her messing, but to her each release sounded like thunder. The smell stung her nostrils, and she almost gagged. There was another advantage of messing the second she got the urge, she realized- there would have been far less of it, and her messes would be far less... messy. She shuddered at the feeling as she finally finished.She opened her eyes and stared at her Daddy, eyes seeking pity. She tried to concentrate on him and ignore the other's around her, most of whom were laughing at her."Good baby," he said, rubbing her head again. He leaned forward and checked the back of her diaper. "You're a very good baby, stinky butt." He patted the back of her diaper, and she cringed at the slimy feeling but was glad to at least be in his good books again.A group of young women came running up to her. One of them held a camera. "Excuse me, can we take a picture with you? We just LOVE the outfit! SO adorable!""No I..." she began to speak, but was cut off by her Daddy's hand on her nose."Silly baby, they weren't asking you." He put the pacifier back in her mouth, this time leaving the strap off. She didn't dare spit it out. "She'd love to have her picture taken, and she promises to give you her prettiest smile."She tried her best to smile for the camera. And for her Daddy, she knew- if he was going to change her diaper after all that, the least she could do was smile. She thought about what he had said earlier. At this point, a doll or teddy bear to call her own would make her feel better, and she probably would beg for it...."Now now sweetie, put Jeremy down," Daddy said.She pouted and squealed behind her pacifier. She cuddled the teddy bear close and shook her head no. Her pigtails twirled, adding emphasis in her mind, making the protest all the more adorable to her Daddy."You know the rules. You don't get to have teddies or dollies for comfort during punishments. You're going into the naughty corner after this, and you need to be able to think about what you did without distraction. You can have him back after. You want to be a good baby, don't you?"She nodded. She did know the rules, and she did want to be a good baby. Good babies avoided punishment and got more toys. Also, she knew it would be easier to think about what she did without Jeremy distracting her. He was just too cuddly to think when he was around.She shook her head. Where had THAT thought come from? She held onto them because it was expected of her in her role, and she wanted to avoid punishment. It did make her feel better to hold one after a spanking, but... she shook her head and ended the train of thought."Then go put him with the others and crawl back here," Daddy said.She waddled over to her toy pile and lay him on top. This was the pile of things she had picked out. She was allowed to have them all out to play during the day, but was only allowed to in her crib at night. Picking those two and putting the rest back into the box at night was one of her chores, and as the first she picked out Jeremy made the cut more often then the others. She always kissed the others before putting them back in- Daddy told her too, as they might feel bad otherwise. Silly, she knew. She kissed Jeremy before putting him down, hoping Daddy would excuse her removing her pacifier for an important reason. She put it back in and suckled it. She would at least have that for comfort during her punishment, and she was glad Daddy was kind enough to let her have it.She crawled back as commanded. Crawling wasn't always necessary, but she would do it when told to. In the end, it was no more embarrassing then anything else she went through, and not worth the punishment if she argued. This time, however, it had the added impact of putting her lower then someone she'd normally be taller then.She glanced up at that person, her babysitter, and the reason she was being punished.Officially, she was being punished for arguing over a change in bed time. When the new baby sitter came in to help Daddy, she told her she'd be going to bed at 7:30 tonight instead of the usually 8:00 so the babysitter would have time for her college homework. It was then condescendingly explained that homework was something people did to learn at home, sort of like her learning to color in lines, and college was where big people went to learn things, sort of the way Daddy had taught her to use her diapers properly. She had thrown what her Daddy called a 'tantrum' while he was still there, so he ordered this punishment.The reality of the matter was deeper then that. The babysitter- named Sarah- had almost been perfectly chosen to upset her. Her Daddy had been giving Elise lessons lately about her status. As an adult baby, her former age and accomplishments didn't matter, and she was now to consider herself as younger then people she used to think she was older then as long as they were adults, and beneath submissive with a higher role. The speech she got explaining what college was when Elise herself had graduated years before, was just the cherry on top of a long list of annoying traits. First of all, as shown by the fact she was still in college, Sarah was several years younger then she was. Making matters worse, she KNEW her. Or, as her Daddy told her, had known her in her old life back when she had baby sat her. She had been taught that her past accomplishments didn't matter, but finding out her former ward was now her babysitter was too much. There was more too- her Daddy wanted her to know it wasn't just age that was lower but her status. Sarah was a submissive and had been one earlier, and a little at that. She was the girl who had been skipping along in the mall. She had watched in awe as the girl lifted up her skirt to proudly show off her pull up and explain that "even a toddler in pull ups is mature enough to be in charge of a little baby in diapers." When Sarah had announced the new bedtime, Elise had had enough, and started shouting.Now, she paid the price. She reached her Daddy's legs and remained on all fours beneath where he was seated."Good girl. Now keep crawling! Up up up!" he patted his knees, and she obediently crawled over his lap, lap down, and braced herself.This time, there was no struggling. Daddy didn't even hold her down as undid her onesie, revealed her soaked diaper and began spanking her. She yelped as the first blow squelched against her damp padding, the itch from the wetness making the pain from the spanks all the worse. H spanked her again and again. She winced, moaned, and cried out as the pain got worse, and by the end, she was in tears, but she was proud that she didn't struggle. It had become embarrassing to constantly fight back only to end up in the same position."Good girl, Daddy's proud of you for not struggling. Now, go to the babysitter.""Come here little one!" Sarah said, patting her legs. She crawled over and climbed over her knees, then lay patiently for the first smacks. Her blows were softer, but more embarrassing. She was used to being spanked by her Daddy, this was something new. Each one drove home the fact that she was not only a submissive who could be punished and taken control of by almost anyone, but a baby whom even Sarah was considered more responsible then. She would have liked to pretend only her Daddy was in charge of her, but the truth was anyone could be, and her Daddy just kept her safe from them all and determined who was right.Despite her weaker arm, the pain still added up, and soon she was bawling over Sarah's lap. She kept spanking her, and the baby kept crying louder and louder.Finally she stopped. The diaper clad girl lay over her lap, sniffling but not moving."Learn your lesson?" Sarah said."Mhmm," she nodded."Good Baby. Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did."She got up and waddled over, rubbing her bottom as she did. When she reached the corner, however, she kept her hands by her side as she had been taught. She heard Daddy and Sarah get up behind her and leave with the door wide open, and not a bone in her body wanted to run out of it or even leave the corner. She knew it would be hopeless, and had no reason to want to try.The punishment was as much about humiliation as it was boredom. The corner was angled to be visible from the hallway, and her onesie still hung open, leaving her wet diaper visible. More importantly, anyone coming by would see her completely unrestrained and willing standing there in a soaking wet diaper and sucking a pacifier. However, there was nothing she could do about it, and she told herself not to worry. She suckled her pacifier for comfort and took her mind elsewhere.It really was her fault, she knew. Daddy had told her the lessons over and over, and she shouldn't have reacted that way. It was wrong to blame the babysitter, she shouldn't have been a Bad Baby. She shuddered at the words.Being a Good Baby really did have advantages. She thought of all the hard work Daddy had put into her, taking care of her, changing her, feeding her. She thought of all the toys she had got as rewards for being good, and all the fun play times she was finding she enjoyed more and more. Despite what she once would have thought, once she got over the embarrassment of admitting it, a lot of what happened was fun. Really, the problem was she was still thinking of the before time, and tricking herself into being embarrassed when she could just be having fun.She thought of her Daddy. She wondered how much of this had planned. The entire thing really had seemed perfectly planned to get her to react, and the resulting punishment really had taught her the lesson. They often did- as he said, she was punished for her own good. Her Daddy must have thought of everything.What was that thing her big girl baby sitter was doing? College? She wondered what that was like, and why a big girl would need to learn about diapers. She giggled. She was happy she'd never have to worry about it. Daddy had told her that since she was a baby, all she had to worry about was playing with toys and filling diapers, and she liked knowing she wouldn't have more stress then that. However, maybe she could help with 'homework', whatever it was, since she was so good at coloring inside lines now....The Baby skipped along gleefully beside her Daddy. She held his hand losely, and was glad not to be on a leash. She was proud of the fact she no longer needed a leash to stay beside Daddy, though sometimes she asked for one if she got scared in crowds. Likewise, she was glad she didn't need the gloves anymore because she wouldn't do naughty things, glad her paci wasn't strapped in because she sucked it freely, and glad she didn't have locking plastic pants because she had learned better then to take off her diaper. Each freedom was a sign she had learned to be a Good Baby in another way, and she was proud of it.Today was another triumph in her mind. Daddy told her they were going into the mall to meet someone because she was 'such a Good Baby now." She didn't know who or what that was, Daddy had told her she didn't need to, she just needed to know it was a good thing. She accepted it. Daddy had always been right before after all, and could tell when she did or did not need to know something.She paused in front of the glass door. She saw her reflection, and smiled. She always liked to see how cute she looked in her outfits. One of her favorite times of day was when she was lying in bed right after waking up and before bedtime, and would see her reflection in the mirror, emphasizing what she was from the first moment and the last moment of her day. She'd role over, stick her bum in the air and examine all the parts of her pajamas. Sometimes she'd try to guess from the reflection of her diaper if she had had an accident in her crib over night. Sometimes she'd be able to see damp or brown spots, but she knew only Daddy could tell her that for certain. Daddy had told her a baby like her couldn't ever know.Today's outfit was extra special. Since today was a special day to celebrate her being a Good Baby, she'd been allowed to pick her own outfit. It was all matching in bright pink. It was her favorite color, since Daddy said she looked cute in it. She had chosen her favorite onesie- one of the cutest with pink frills along arm and leg cuffs and a duck on the chest. Importantly, the diaper cover was narrow, so it left the edges of her diaper clear. She looked down in the mirror and moved the cloth inward slightly. Daddy said it was good luck if her diaper tapes were visible, so she always did her best to make sure they were. She made sure not to touch the tapes though, as bad things happened when she did.She examined the rest of it- her knee high socks were always fun, and the big pink ribbons that tied her hair into pigtails were perfect. Her paci was in her mouth of course, and attached to her chest in case she dropped it. Jeremey accompanied her on this trip (she had begged Daddy for to let her take him and kissed him when he said yes) and since he was going out, he too was dressed up in a small suit and diaper. Diapers for stuffies was another thing she had begged Daddy for. She liked to dress her toys up, and couldn't conceived of dressing anything without a diaper. She wasn't certain how Daddy went without them. He explained he used the potty instead, which she assumed was like a diaper but for grown ups. He said she didn't need to worry about it. However, Jeremy came on trips out sometimes, and she didn't want to risk him having an accident somewhere important. Daddy had agreed and said seeing them all diapered would be a good, constant reminder of what she was.They both entered the mall. People stared at her as usual, and some laughed. She laughed back and waved, she was proud people were noticing how cute she looked.Daddy met with a few other grown ups and shook their hands. She heard him mention the "Baby" and realized they were talking about her, but it sounded like boring grown up talk, so she ignored it. Probably too complicated for her anyway, maybe that college stuff again. Instead, she let her mind wander and looked around the mall.There were people everywhere. It was more crowded then usual. Also, there were more submissives then usual. Some were even on display, standing in cages on stages or tied up in stocks. She wondered what was going on."Bad Baby," she heard the words come out from the conversation. Instantly, all the guilt, all the punishments, and all the anger from the times she had misbehaved came up at once. She could feel the spanks from every time she had been bad. Desperately, she searched her mind for what she had done wrong. Had she walked in wrong? Had she been holding in her messes again? SHe reached for her pacifier, it was still there. She looked at her Daddy pleadingly. He noticed her staring. "Ohh sweetie," he said, cupping her cheek. "I'm sorry, I didn't think you were listening. That wasn't meant for you to hear. You're not a bad baby. You're a Good B. A very Good Baby." He leaned forward and kissed her forhead, and she giggled. Being called a Good Baby and being kissed on the forehead were both pleasures, getting them both at once made her ecstatic. She started humming happily and bouncing back and forth from her heel to her toe.She went back to looking around the room as the grown up talks. She held Daddy's hand tightly and cuddled Jeremy in her other arm, making sure they were both always there.She felt something come in her diaper and heard a loud noise. Paying it no mind, she continued watching people, humming, and rocking on her heels. Whatever it was, Daddy would take care of it. She didn't need to pay it any mind.She noticed the grown ups Daddy had been talking to were staring at her. They didn't seem to be talking anymore, and one was had his mouth hanging wide. She wondered why. Was he trying to catch flies? She felt something behind her and looked to see Daddy opening her onesie. He patted her diaper, and she felt a rotting smell come up."Whew stinky butt! That's quite a mess!" Daddy said teasingly and ruffled her hair. She giggled.Daddy normally called her stinky butt instead of Good or Bad Baby after she did the same thing. However, she couldn't be sure until Daddy said so.SHe pointed at her pacifier, indicating she wanted to speak. Daddy nodded, and she let it drop. It bounced on the cord attaching it to her onesie- Daddy had been smart to encourage her to include that part."What is it, my Good little Baby?" Daddy asked."Daddy, I think I have a poopy diaper."He laughed out loud, and she noticed the others did too. What did THAT mean?"And why is that sweetie?" he asked, smiling."Well, first I noticed something in my diaper but I couldn't tell what, and there was a noise. Then they were staring at me, and people do that a lot when I'm messy. Then I noticed a funny smell and Daddy called me a stinky butt, so I think the smell was coming from me.""Oh? And what else might have made a loud sound and a stinky smell?""Ummmm" she thought. She remembered Jeremy, who was also diapered. She held him up, back bent toward Daddy, so he could check Jeremy too. "Maybe he did?" Daddy tapped the bear's diaper, checking it. "No, its not him silly. You were right the first time. Very good sweetie! You did make a messy. Such a smart baby! Good Baby!" he said, and she filled with glee at her accomplishment. "Now, Daddy needs to talk with these judges, but you've done very well, ok poopy butt? You're a Good Baby. I'll change your pampers later." She nodded, and he put the pacifier back in her mouth.She went back to humming as Daddy talked with them. She didn't know why, but she thought she had done well. They seemed very happy about something. She looked around and wondered where she might get changed. There were rooms in a corner with changing tables, but sometimes Daddy just did her on the ground or on a bench. She didn't mind. She used to complain, and sometimes it was fun to have an audience. Daddy had told her 'babies don't have modesty,' but she wasn't sure what that meant anymore anyway.She began to get bored, and tired of standing. Maybe she should have asked for a stroller. She sat down on the ground. She felt something squish underneath her, and remembered she had messed herself. It was fine though- Daddy had said Good Babies didn't try to hide their messes or hide from them, the just kept going, sat in it, and played, and that was what she was going to do. She held Jeremey out in front of her. First she checked his diaper. Since she was messy, she figured he might be too. Daddy had, but that was a while ago. She thought she might ask him to check again later, since only grown ups could really tell. Satisfied she was sure he was clean to the best of her ability, she began to make him dance in front of her to the sound of her humming.She felt a hand on her head and looked up. Daddy was looking down at her smiling, and she smiled back. She hugged his leg and went back to playing.A while later she felt herself being picked up into the air. She looked up and saw Daddy carrying her, and she cuddled into his chest. He reached a a bench and stood her on the ground, then sat down.Without thinking, she bounced up and landed on his lap with a loud squish. The smell she had noticed earlier suddenly got worse.Daddy laughed. "Silly baby. You're going to make a big mess for Daddy to clean if you keep bouncing like that.""Is this another lesson?" she thought. She began squirming and bouncing as best she could to make a bigger mess for Daddy, since he said he liked it when she made big presents for him. He seemed understand what she was doing, laughed, and began bouncing her on his knee. Each squish would once have made her stomach turn, but now she was happy she was doing something for Daddy. She felt her bottom begin to itch, but paid it no mind. If it was a problem, Daddy would tell her.She pointed at her pacifier, and he took it out for her. "Daddy, who were those men?" she asked."Oh, don't worry. Its all grown up stuff. They wanted to see how much of a Good Baby you were, and you were even better then they expected."Here eyes went wide. "Really?" she asked gleefully. "Uh huh. That's right poopy butt. You are a VERY Good Baby."She laughed out loud. "Whats that mean Daddy? Do we get something?""Yes sweetie. We get an award for training babies, and you get to live with me as long as you want.""As long as I want, Daddy?""Yes. Do you want to be a Good Baby? How long do you want to be Daddy's little diaper girl for?"She thought. She remembered her past life, and all the things she had gone through. She remembered all the work she had done before, all the stress and and trials. She remembered the punishments, the toys, the changes and the spankings. She didn't even need to question it. "Forever, Daddy."He kissed her. "Good Baby."She laughed, and couldn't imagine anywhere she'd rather be.

Well, not going to give too much away, but ti will be rough. Don't worry though, like all good stories it works out in the end... in a way. I will! Soon Patience Good things come to those who wait

Thanks. I'm not sure, but probably soon

Jesicca was dragged through the mall with her red bottom on display and her wet pants handing sadly around her thighs, dripping like the tears from her eyes. She stumbled and waddled as the wet waist band clung to her thighs. The man didn't seem to care that she struggled, he kept pulling her up flights of stairs and through hallways."What... are we... going?" she asked.He sighed. "That sentence didn't need "what", girl. Is your grammar bad too? It should be where.""Where are we going?" she growled. It took a lot to summon the strength to be angry in her current state. People were watching at her, some snickering or laughing, but none stepping to intervene or seeming it amiss. She tried to ignore parents pointing her out to their kids, as if telling them to avoid her example."Watch your tone. Crying and shouting in a mall? No control of emotions either, it seems. I'm taking to the first place I can get you protection from your own weak bladder, then to someone who can look up your name determine where you belong."'Belong?' What could that mean, she wondered in fright. Some kind of boarding school? A prison for the un-potty trained? Was she to be put ins some kind of nursery or adoption agency for grown women who needed to be treated like babies? She shuddered, wondering what would happen if they looked her up and realize she legally didn't exist in this world before she could find a way to fake a past. No education, no family... this wasn't looking good. "I don't belong anywhere! Please, I'm sorry I got angry. I won't do it again! I just want to go!"He yanked her forward and smacked her hard on the bottom, making her yelp. "You calm down. You're not going to convince me not to do my job by crying like a little girl."After being frog marched through what seemed like endless hallways and past countless humiliating stares, they finally stopped. She blinked away tears to see herself standing in front of a help desk. A short dark haired woman looked at her with wide eyes."What do we have here?" she said. "Another one? She's a bit older then most of them.""My name is Jess...""Quiet," the guard said. "Yes. Apparently she tried to get around without her legally required incontinence protection. I'm not sure what level she's at, but she didn't have her toilet training certificate, and she had an accident in the hallway. She'll need to be diapered before I can take her further.""NO! But...t he only reason I did that... OW!" She was cut off by another hard spank."Still requires corporal punishment I see," the woman said."Yes, among other things. No paperwork that shows she past spankings, able to go around without a caretaker, nothing. I'm guessing she was never tested or failed them, then was embarrassed and tried to hide it.""Have you noticed any other signs of failed tests?""Yes. She has no emotional control, crying and screaming on a whim. She seems to have trouble with language. She has poor coordination, and stumbled most of the way here. FInally, she doesn't listen to instructions, and either doesn't know or understand, or refuses to acknowledge, the law."The woman shook her head. "Sad, at her age most have graduated all levels of training.""I imagine she failed the tests, but that will have to be determined at the police station."Jessica's eyes went wider then she thought possible. 'Police station?" The previous conversation was horrfrying and hummiliaitng, but she held her toung. That, however, was too frightening a concept. "NO! Please! Don't get the police invovled! I'll listen!""Add to that list a clear fear of the police. She is obviously hiding something," the guard said. "FIrst thing first, she needs her diaper. Then we can go."The woman nodded as if this was the most common request. "Alright. ANy idea what stage she's at?"The guard nudged her. "Care to speak up?""What?""WHat stage?""I..." she had no idea what to say.THe guard sighed. "Lets give her the benefit of the doubt. All whites, but make sure they are plastic and thick enough."I think so too." The woman reached behind the counter. She deposited a pile of plastic and cloth objects on the counter and began to shuffled through them. Jessica gasped when she realized what they were. Piles of diapers, in differnt sizes, with different prints, and in different materials laid out before her. Finally she settled on one. It was white- Jessica was thankful it didn't ahve some of the babish prints she had seen- but wide, and crinkled with thick plastic.The guard looked at her. "Come on, up on the counter. Lets get you diapered.""What? But...""Can you put it on yourself?""No! I can't put a diaper on!"The guard shrugged his shoulders. "Alright then." To her shock, he picked her up easily by the waist and deposited her on the counter. "No no no!" she said, but was ignored as he held her down and spread powder. He held her over the back end of the padding and folded the rest over her, then taped her in snugly with a practiced expertise."You're far from the first rule breaker I've dealt with. Plenty of people who failed the tests try to sneak around and get caught like you. However, I'd have hoped someone your age would at least have been able to diaper themselves. I'll have to make a note of this.""No... I..." Jessica was too much in shock to respond. She stared at the humiliating white plastic taped securely around her waist. How had she ended here, dressed like an infant, in nothing but a shirt and a diaper? Imagine if someone saw! She looked around. People did see, and though some snickered none seemed to mind that the girl who had wet herself and cried her way through the mall was now diapered. She winced inwardly, and felt anger growing. How dare they think of her like that? Despite all the warnings her mind was giving her, her pride could not take it, and she reached toward the tapes to pull them off."NO! Bad girl!" The guard said. He turned her over the counter and spanked her again, this time letting out a loud, plastic twack from the diaper that attracted way to much attention to Jessica's humiliating situation for her to handle."NO! Let me go!" She wailed, and began kicking at the guard and squirming."You naughty little..." the guard said. He ignored her kicks and held her legs in easily, then begain spanking again.The pain was too much. She had already been spanked earlier, and her still sore bottom ached from each blow even under the thick plastic. She was soon crying again, louder then before. She looked around again. No one was coming to her aid, she couldn't get herself up, and the noise only served to get more people to stare at her. "Alright," she said. "I'm sorry. Please sir, stop spanking me. I'll be good."He slowed. "Alright then. Funny, so polite now." He turned her over and sat her on the counter. "Now, I'm going to take you to the police station so they can sort you out. Until then, you'll be wearing that diaper and doing exactly what I tell you, understood?""Yes sir," she sniffled. The pain of getting spanked again had become worse then the embarrassment of what she wore, and she knew the situation was hopeless as it was."Good. I'm afraid I'm going to have to add your anger outbursts and your inability to diaper yourself to your profile. Hopefully you'll do better in the future.""But... but" she said through tears. "Its not that I CAN'T put it on, I just didn't want to wear it."He shook his head. "Even if I was inclined to believe that, it would just be further proof of your inability to determine how you should be dressed. As far as I can tell, you need someone to dress and diaper you either way.""But I... but I..."He sighed. "Alright, I'll give you a chance. If I take that off and you can't put it back on perfectly, then I'll add lying about that to the list of things you've done. Have you ever, in your entire life, successfully diapered yourself?""Well no..." it was an absurd question."Good, doesn't being honest feel nice." He padded her head. She began to swat at his hand, then thought better of it.She was lead through the mall once more, this time being lead by the hand, wearing only a diaper, shirt, and shoes, and holding soaking wet pants in her other hands. She did her best to be calm and attract as little attention as possible. She pouted- she had thought the first time through was embaressing, this was far worse.Finally they left the mall and the guard ushered her into the back seat of a black vehicle painted with a badge. He buckled her up, and began to drive away. Jessica stared forward and moved as little as possible. She thought for a bit that watching the city around her might give her a better idea of what was going on, but the thought of attracting more attention to herself seemed horrifying. She didn't even want to risk meeting someone else's eyes while hers were still red from tears, and any challenge could be dismissed by looking down at her still visible underwear. Except... would anyone see that amiss? She had seen other adults dressed the same way. The guard and the worker both had commented that she was too old for it, but by how much? She had to find out what was going on before she decided on a response.She felt the car stop. The guard got out, walked around, opened her door, undid her seat belt and helped her out by the hand. She kept her eyes on the ground as he lead her by the hand, too afraid to look up. They entered a building and approached a desk, she assumed it was at the police station.There was a pair of men in front of her. Looking closely, Jessica recognized the couple from earlier at the coffee shop. The smaller of the two, the brunette, was sobbing, the larger held him tightly to his chest and was stroking his curly hair. They turned slightly, and Jessica realized that the brunette wasn't wearing any pants, and had an ill fitting diaper visible to the world."And this isn't the first time its happened recently?""No," the larger said quietly. "I let it slide the first few times... I didn't want to embarrass him.""I see," a woman said calmly. Jessica saw that it was an elderly woman, slightly plump and wearing reading glasses. "And he was too afraid to take care of it himself? And forgot to bring his own replacement diaper?""Yes. I had to help him.""Alright. Then I'm sorry, we will have to set you back."The brunette shouted out. "NO! Please no! I worked so hard!""I know," the woman said soothingly. "But you know the rules. We can't have someone going around risking the health of those around him.""But... but..." he said. His boyfriend shushed him and hugged him."Given the two issues here- continence level and ability to take care of yourself, you'll have to go back in both. We can provide the first set, but will have to see him dressed properly before he leaves. Give me a moment."She went behind a door, then returned with a package of diapers. They were thicker then the one's Jessica was wearing, and had colorful prints on the front. The smaller man grasped at the larger and watched sadly as they were handed over.The woman looked at him in pity. "Well... your boyfriend there..." She looked at the larger. "Are you fully trained? And have your caretaking licence?""Yes," he nodded."What if I assign him as your official caretaker? Would that make it better? You won't have to go back to your parents or have a caretaker assigned, he could do the changing.""Would that be ok?" he asked, trembling, to both of them."Yes," the larger responded. He held him tightly. "Look, you're not going back that far! And this won't even effect anything else. You're still ahead in academics, social skills, employment ability... this is just one, and its not even that bad. You're only one step back in self changing, ok?""Uh huh," the brunette nodded sadly."Ummm... one other thing," the woman said. "He has been crying a lot? And he's been relying on you to speak?""Ohhh..." the smaller whined.The larger nodded. "Yes."The woman shook her head and handed over an object. The larger of the two took it and put it in the smaller's mouth. He turned his head toward Jessica, and she gasped as she recognized a black pacifier in his mouth. They stared a moment, his sad eyes meeting her shocked one. As she watched, he got handed a teddy bear, Jessica didn't see from where, and began to cuddle it. Then his boyfriend grabbed his hand and began to lead him away and he followed obediently, as if trained to accept that he could simply be put in another's charge. They maintained eye contact until he was gone.She began to tremble. She had seen the small brown haired man, almost her own age, be put in the the care of another, get handed a package of childishly printed diapers to be dressed in, and get a pacifier put in his mouth. What could happen to her?She shook his head. The 'man' had messed himself in public. A boy really, she told herself. HE was also unable to change himself, apparently broke the law, and had been crying like a child...Except... so had she. She had wet anyway, and the guard seemed to made the same judgement on her that had been passed on the boy. That was different though, she told herself. She had peed, but not the other, and that was only because of the spanking. She also didn't know the laws. In the end it was mainly the guard's mistake, she told herself."What his this girl here for?" a woman's voice act. Jessica looked up and saw an elderly woman, a bit plump and with glasses, looking at her. The question, however, was directed at the guard.Jessica tried to speak anyway. "This is all a mistake..."She was silenced by a spank and a shushing from the guard."Aside from speaking out of turn, that is," the woman said."This girl was caught demanding entrance to a bathroom with proper approval. After that, she..."Jessica tried to drown out the sound as he listed her humiliating ordeal. The initial argument, getting bare bottom spanked, wetting, getting diapered, all the ways the guard had judged her that she had been unable to respond to, all the embarrassing charges."Alright, thank you very much sir," the woman said. "Now girl, what is your name?""Jessica," she said without looking up. "Now now child, you should look at people when you speak. Were you not taught that either? Its part of proper conversation lessons, and one of the ways you earn the right to speak freely.""I... ok" Jessica said and looked up."Good girl. What is your name?""Jessica Martinez," she said."Alright," she began typing something in. "My name is Denise, and you can call me Ms. Erickson or ma'am. And apparently you don't have any licenses? It seems among other things you weren't wearing required underwear, you wet yourself and caused a mess, cried in public, were unable to diaper yourself, and kicked the guard when he tried?""No... but... I've been taught all that! I don't need diapers, or spankings or... pacifiers or anything," she said."Hmmm," Denise said. "Funny, no one mentioned pacifiers with you yet, though your emotional outbursts might call for it. Not minding your own business, are you?"Jessica mentally kicked herself."You don't have a file anywhere. Why is that?""I was... home schooled. My parents were secretive." It was the best lie Jessica could come up with."I see. And you wet yourself in the mall and started crying and screaming?""Yes but... thats not my fault! Listen, I..." Jessica breathed. This was fine. She just needed to remain calm and explain herself. "I didn't know the rules of this place, and had drank coffee earlier. I needed to go, but didn't realize that I couldn't use the bathroom. I don't have the certification, and there was a lot of confusion as I tried to explain that, as I didn't know what was going on and the women in the store wouldn't listen. Then he started spanking me, and wouldn't listen as I asked ot go. I was just shocked by it, and already had to go. I don't normally have accidents like that, but it was too much. I also don't normally cry either, but it was a lot at once, very painful and embarrassing. Then we got to the other desk and the woman there just believed everything he said. I know I kicked him, I'm sorry, I was just shocked at what was happening. I know I can't diaper myself, but I've never had to. Please, you have to understand, I..." Jessica stopped when she saw the woman looking at her in disapointment. "What?""Shall I summarize?" she said. "You acknowledge you wet yourself, cried, kicked a guard, and couldn't take care of yourself. However, it is somehow the store clerk's fault, the guard's fault, the mall supervisor's fault, the law's fault, the fault of all the random people you passed who didn't interfere with the legal actions of the guard, everyone's fault buy your own? Not good at taking responsibility, are you? Oh, and it seems you are the one who stole coffee earlier today, aren't you?""I...." Jessica was speechless. "Did you steal that coffee?""Well yes, but..."Denise shook her head. "But what? Was it the the server's fault?""No...""Good girl. It was your fault. Now, about what will happen to you...""PLEASE! I'm not a baby! I don't need baby diapers! I don't know what all these tests are!""More emotional outbursts and you'll probably see yourself with a pacifier in your mouth like that other boy."Jessica swallowed her next complaint."Good. Maybe you should follow his example- he at least didn't argue and fight as much. Some people simply are immature, you can at least be a good girl like he was a good boy. One more and I'll get that pacifier. Now, as for yourn questions. Don't worry, you aren't in baby diapers, and are unlikely to be put in them.""What? What do you mean?" Jessica said.The woman stared at her. Then, quietly, she went under the desk and got out a box. "This is our demonstration set. I don't normally have to show it to people your age as they've gone through them all."She took out a diaper. It was small, thick, plastic, and printed all over with infantile designs, and had the word 'baby' across the front. It was what Jessica would have recognized, a diaper made for a baby. "This is a baby diaper," the woman said, then moved on. She lay out a line of diapers in increasing size. As she progressed, they got thinner and thinner, and became less plastic and more papery. At the same time, the prints got less and childish and smaller, until one had a simple panel with cartoons- this seemed to be what the brunette man had received, though smaller- and finally sets of plain white ones. "These are the stages of diapers most people go through by your age. Each design represents what is expected of the wearer. The thicker, the less they are expected to notice they need to be changed, with the thinnest assuming you will instantly notice. Going from plastic to paper means the wearer will only wet to simply urinary, but can be expected to use the bathroom otherwise. Finally, the amount of prints represent to what extent the wearer can change themselves or request changes from their caretakers. After that, you get a year in pull ups" she took out one "which can be whatever color or design you wish, and if you don't have accidents for a year then you have passed all the tests. Most people are finished with these all and into pull ups by their early to mid twenties, then done a year later. Some are earlier, others go later. For someone your age to still require diapers... its odd, but not unheard of. Now," she took out more and laid them all out. They matched the other's perfectly, but were all sized for an adult. "Some people fail their tests, or need to backtrack, and end up requiring these later. Its embarrassing for them, but it happens. However, I have never seen a grown adult who needed the full baby diapers- meaning complete incontinence, complete inability to self care, and inability to even judge their own wetness, requiring full time care as if they are a baby. The few times it has happened... usually that means the person simply will not get out of them. I'd say it is a very small chance that would happen to you, and would require a complete failure of all the tests."Jessica stared. "I..." How far had the genie gone? How much would she be tested on? "How do I take these tests?"The woman took out a pamphlet and handed it to her. It described a school, and gave descriptions of lessons."You should know this. If you had gone through regular school, you'd have been trained, then tested, in all levels of life before graduation.""How old are people when they graduate?"SHe shrugged. "It depends. Full time in the school varies from 15-25 years, with outliers on both sides."Jessica flipped through the pamphlet. She wasn't joking, it really did have all levels of life. It mentioned tests on not only academics and diapering, but walking, dressing yourself, feeding yourself, and more. She noticed a part on tests for speaking ability and emotional control, along with a picture of people throwing pacifiers into the air, and a line of them getting more and more childish as the grades went back. The woman was also serious about the length, there seemed to be no clear grades, with people of varying ages mixed into classes, and people with differing abilities. IN one picture, a thickly diapered woman in a onesie and sucking a pacifier sat in a class for advanced math. IN another, a man in thinner underwear was learning basic spelling. More pictures had people in a variety of outfits, but all the same age, sitting together in a gym, with a man briefing a training exercise on a board as a caretaker checked his diaper.She tried to calm herself. She could be here for 25 years. No, she told herself. She already had her education, and knew these skills. She could get through.Jessica was broken out of her train of thought by a question. "What exactly did your education at home consist of?" "Uhh... academics. Reading, writing, math, history. I already knew all the other stuff.""I see. I'm sure you did," the woman rolled her eyes."Hey! Don't get sarcastic with me."Denise sighed and handed the guard a pacifier, who put it in Jessica's mouth. Jessica was too stunned by the action to respond at first, and realized taking it out would simply result in more spankings. "I warned you about the emotional outbursts. See that it stays in or I'll get some straps- one to hold it in place, the other for your backside. Now, you're in luck. It just so happens that our psychologist, Dr. Jeffreson, is in today. He'll be able to decide what to do with you. Go to that desk and sign in, then wait," she pointed down the hall at yet another desk where a man sat patiently. Jessica grew irritated, she had lost track of how many petty functionaries at desks had controlled her life today. She was a business OWNER, she should have to respond to this sort of thing. However, she didn't want to risk the guard's stern hand again, and let herself be lead.As they went down, she saw the door to a bathroom open. Out came the man she had seen earlier. He looked in patiently and with pity, and slowly lead the brunette out. Like Jessica, he was trembling in embarrassment, now in printed diapers openly visible beneath his shirt, sucking a pacifier and cuddling a teddy bear as he was lead. Their eyes met, and she saw that he noticed she now had a pacifier in her mouth as well. They shared a glance of mutual pity, and passed.They reached the desk, and the guard signed her name for her, directed her to a chair, and left. She tried to avoid attention to her current humiliating state and attire. A moment later, another officer in a uniform took her by the hand, and lead her to another door.

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