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The art is great for what your trying to explain. Getting to see the Nest and the relative size of everyone would be a lot of fun.

Even if Stacy goes full Mary Sue it wouldn't be enough to run me off. If she somehow suddenly becomes a Super Saiyan and destroys a planet with Kamehameha then I.... Might have to run away... maybe.

I made a comment about this a while back then the Hellcats were brought up, about the character being too powerful. The term Mary Sue is over used today and widely misunderstood as well. I don't want to go into a conversation about what a Mary Sue is because we could have a whole tread on that alone. In the general sense most people know a Mary Sue is a 'perfect' character with always wins, this in itself isn't a bad thing. There are many good Mary Sue like character like Superman, Captain America, Captain Kirk, Sylvanas Windrunner, James Bond and the list goes on. A Mary Sue character isn't a bad thing if the story is told well around them and it looks like the Mary Sue might lose. When it comes to this story is Stacy a Mary Sue? In the general sense most people use for Mary Sue it's hard to tell, the Nanites might be causing it and in which case it's more Deus ex machina. She want's to go to college in the Amazon dimension because they have more advanced tech, that makes sense but then she scores higher then any Little OR Amazon on her entry test (at least that's what I got from the story). How could her high school education in a Little dimension be greater then that of the Amazon? If it is why is she here? That alone may seem damning but that can slide as it would be her strength in the story. Then however she's athletic, can do back flips. Not only book smart but street smart able to poor water on the mans pants can call out that he wet himself. Emily Black also had the risk of being a Mary Sue but with her she had many close calls that she only got out of because of other peoples intervention or dumb luck, that's not to take away all the great times she take care of herself but she can't be perfect 100% of the time. Let's take this last chapter as an example, the women picks Stacy up and she works to get away but she's so small the women catches her pushes and inflatable pacifier in her mouth and puts her in the stroller which sends her to "la la land" for a bit. Her mother kicks the male Amazon in the crotch and chases down the stroller gets her baby back, they are able to undo the effect, mostly, but Stacy then has to deal with the effects for the rest of the day. I'm not saying what you wrote is bad at all, it was great. However it paints Stacy in a light that if you give her a taser to hide in her diaper no one will ever take her, she's like Superbaby. For a character to grow they have to meet their limits and surpass them and many times that means failure. Stacy can fail but someone else can save her, the end result is the same but the effect on the characters is different. That all being said it's easy to look at the story in hindsight and see what could be different, when writing it's much harder. It's still a great story and I can't wait for the next chapter

I think the place a person works makes a big difference. I was a manager for a dairy queen for 8 years and I would never wear to work. Now i have a desk job and I can say wearing at work when all you do is sit at a computer isn't a big deal. For some people you can just be incontinent when your job allows it. I can only imagine what it would be like for someone who has to go through life like that. Lastly,as someone who was a manager in fast food anyone who works in fast food (or any food service) should be careful. Each state in the US has their own laws and I know in my state if you have diarrhea you are considered a health risk even if you aren't sick. I could see someone wearing diapers being seen as a health risk and let go.

Thank you. I'm supporting your patreon so I may have to do that. I've been trying to find ways to fix the grammar issues be it different programs or things that read it back to me out loud. Would be easier if I just had someone proof it for me. As for the inconsistent world state the story took a turn between chapters 3 and 5 as I went in a completely different direction with the story. That being said I did make it to be a sand box idea, women won the world when they won the war however, each country in the world has their own rules. I had figured there would be a country that was formerly Japan maybe china too, would be named Josei or something like that. Everyone is part of a house, kinda like the nobles of old. One women rules the house and everyone under her are 'little sisters,' men are closer to slaves as they are a beast of burden as all men are property of their house and like you would do with a dog you would let them breed. Diaper girls would be mostly servants to women and each women would get her own diaper girl when she comes of age(whatever that age be). Women will often dress their diaper girls out in over sized (and priced) diapers, jewelry and other clothing (never hiding the diaper) to show prominence and wealth. As I said it was intended to be a sad box for story telling. The biggest issue I ran into early is that the diaper girls are already incontinent. Normally diaper stories are about a person going into diapers and the feeling and emotions that comes with it. I find it much harder to write a story when they are already at that point that wearing diapers is normal.

First, thank you I didn't realize I had put Monarchy and not Matriarchy. The Matriarchy is a government of women that are afraid to lose their power, Becky being a 'war hero' would make the news and then it's something they can't avoid. Pretending there isn't a problem is fine as long as people believe there isn't a problem. I don't want to get into real politics because this is meant to be fun but i'll use this as an example, (not stating one way or another). The gun debate is a hot topic today, but if there was never any shootings or if people didn't know about any shootings then there wouldn't such a debate today. When the Matriarchy was founded it was founded on the idea at all women were equal and diaper girls are women but different. To attempt to keep women from discriminating against diaper girls laws were put into place to protect them but that too is a form of discrimination. The Matriarchy treating diaper girls differently (better in some ways worse in others) helped create the divide they were trying to avoid, for a long time they were happy to put their fingers in their ears and hum loudly that nothing was wrong. In response they over reacted to try to put an end to it but as we know that will only make things worse in the long run. This story is about Becky's personal journey but I wanted to lay a ground work for stories in the future.

Well I tired to make this info dump as smooth as I could. After this I can get to the fun parts of the long term effects Chapter 11 Becky was in shock. The words rolled over in her mind, how could so much time have passed. Her memories of the playpen seemed fractured and shattered, almost like something was blocking her memories. Vague images came to her of countless diaper changes, bottles, baby toys. Along with the images was the joy of sitting in her own dirty diaper, the calming feeling of sucking on a pacifier or drinking a bottle. It seemed to stretch on for an eternity, time had no meaning for her in the playpen. Her mouth opened to speak, her voice cracked as she spoke one word from behind her pacifier. “How?” Brianna did not take her eyes off the road, “it’s a long story, I’m not sure where to begin.” Brianna let out a long sigh giving herself a moment to compose her thoughts, “It seems you angered Mrs. Samson, perhaps it would be better to say she felt you were a threat.” Becky stared in disbelief, “how could I threatened her?” “You heard what the woman at the playpen and said correct?” Becky nodded. “Normally when someone is regressed its permanent. There are many women that believe all diaper girls should be nothing more than babies. There are groups of people who capture diaper girls and sell them as babies, however the regression formula is restricted by the Matriarchy as such they have had to invent their own.” “That doesn’t explain why she thinks I was a threat.” “Mrs. Samson was a supplier of their homemade regression drug; these drugs are legal and possession alone is considered treason. It seems you found out that Mrs. Samson was selling the regression drug, it was believed that you could undermine the whole operation.” It was like a light off above her head, suddenly she understood. At Lisa’s as adoption she overheard Mrs. Sampson and she had made a scene trying to warn Lisa later. “Is that why the playpen got two new diaper girls?” Brianna smiled at her warmly and laughed, “after the trial was over, yes.” “Trial?” “It seems Ms. Jones had been working with Mrs. Samson for years, they would target diaper girls that came in for testing. Ms. Jones had also helped Mrs. Sampson get the drug she needed. When the Matriarchy found out both were brought to trial, the media had a field day.” Brianna said with a smile. “Why did the media care?” “Politics, there's been a number of women who think diaper girls shouldn’t be allowed in society. They believe only true women should be part of their society, and diaper girls aren't women. This movement has been gaining strength until now, because if you.” “I don’t understand.” Brianna looked at her for a long moment, “I’m sorry but we went to the press. We knew if the public knew who you and what they had done we could get justice, you could get justice.” “You told them what I did in the war?” Brianna nodded. “regressing a diaper girl is one thing regressing in a war hero is another. You’ve been the talk of the Monarchy for the last two months, everything from diaper girl rights to equality was up for debates. The trial itself didn’t last long, Ms Jones and Mrs Samson were ordered to give up the names of their contacts; they both refused. It seems they feared the Matriarchy less than their own ‘friends.’ As you might have guessed the Monarchy was not happy and they wanted to make an example of them.” “A life sitting in dirty diapers wasn’t enough?” “You have to understand how big this story got, in many ways it brought to light the discrimination that has festered between women and diaper girls. It’s something we’ve been happy to sweep under the rug and pretend everything was fine, but now we can pretend anymore. Three weeks ago, Ms. Jones and Mrs. Sampson regression was watched live by the whole Matriarchy.” Becky eyes widened, “everyone watched them get regressed?” “It was much more than that, was a whole show. It was meant to send a message to all those who discriminate against diaper girls. They were led onstage to a large crowd of people and all those watching at home, they were stripped of their clothing and diaper. They were offered some last words but I don’t remember what they said. The crowd watched as they were regressed and cheered as they both soiled their diapers. A speech was given after, this would be the fate of those defied the Matriarchy.” Becky found herself and a loss for words, on one hand she was happy to be free the playpen. While she felt to some degree justice had been served but wondered if they had gone too far. To publicly regress someone for everyone to watch as the soil themselves and loose every little bit of their dignity, yet that is what was done to her. Was the Monarchy any different than them? Did they have a moral high ground when they did the same thing? A muffled fart broke the silence, Becky found herself uncontrollably giggling. Brianna in the meantime mean her head out the window. The rest of the drive home was quiet, Becky had found herself enjoying the feeling of her smelly diaper. She was unsure sure why a messy diaper gave her so much more enjoyment then had before, and not just in a sexual way. In the past a dirty diaper was just that, a dirty diaper which meant nothing to her but something to clean. Now the warm squishy feeling offered a deeper sense of comfort she hadn't felt in a long time. The car pulled up to Brianna as house it looked like nothing had changed, like the last three months never happen. Brianna walked around the car to get out Becky’s stroller, “one thing I don’t understand.” Becky asked as Brianna was unlocking the door, “how did you find me?” Brianna turned slowly smiling at her, “you’re about to find out.” Reaching over her shoulder Brianna opened the door. As Becky's stroller was pushed inside a voice rang out. "Mommy!" Lisa's sudden full charge waddle at Brianna was stoped when she saw Becky was in the stroller. The only clothing she had on was a small pink shirt and a D4 diaper that looked like it was ready to be changed. Her mouth hung open for a moment as she stared at Becky for a moment before her eyes started to water up with tears. "Hi, Lisa." Becky suddenly found herself trapped as Lisa half jumped into the stroller to give Becky a hug, the whole time rivers poring from her eyes. "BeckyI'msosorryIdidn'tknowpleasepleaseforgiveme." Between the crying the hugging and the speed in which she spoke Beck didn't understand any of it. While Lisa was going on her crying, hug-o-rant another women came over to them from the same direction Lisa had come from. She was almost as tall as Brianna though she had long blond hair with a light blue highlights in it and looked to be in her early 20's. "I see your back early." "Yes, It seems Becky's finally back as well." The women smiled down at her. "I'm glad there wasn't any long term effects then." Becky could see Brianna dipped her head a bit. "It's too soon to tell but she's. Thanks for watching Lisa while I was gone." "It was my pleasure, Lisa is the easiest baby I have to babysit. Well aside from the diaper changes." The women said pointing to Lisa's drooping diapered bottom. "She did that a few moments before you walked in." As the women walked passed to leave Brianna reached down and gave the seat of Lisa's diaper a good pat. Becky figured with the smell of her own dirty diaper it might be hard to tell them apart. "Well since I have two stinky girls let's get you both changed and Lisa can explain her side of the story."

My god, that cliff hanger. That being said I'm a little concerned now. I'm afraid Amanda or someone else is just going to stop this women before she can get anways, in which case the whole scene is done just to give us a cliff hanger and drive us crazy XD. On the other hand if she does get away with Stacy what's going to happen with the whole Bella story? Does that just get put on hold? Or...... Maybe the women was hired by the people after Bella to hold Stacy hostage... Now I'm thinking way to much into this.

I feel i need to point out some false beliefs that are being seen through rose tinted goggles. People DID NOT treat one another better. I remember my father telling me when he was in school it was normal to beat the hell out of someone for being gay, no other reason. You can see news paper clippings from when weed was outlawed claiming a black man on weed was shot in the heart 12 times and still attempted to rape a white women. This belief that we use have "strength of character" is a lie, people could just get away with more. Look at how many sexual assault cases that come out today that go back decades, people didnt just start being sexually assaulted they just couldn't come forward until now. Today people know victims can come forward to get justice, however that is the doubled-edged sword. Someone who is sexually assaulted can come forward (mostly) and get justice. However now a person that gets cut in line at McDonalds also wants justice. The whole debate that is on here is about intent. Lets say you like wearing diapers but not sexually, like how some people like boxers or briefs or for the ladies panties or thongs. If your underwear is like any other underwear then it doesnt matter. Manslaughter and murder are different because of intent, thats what this is about. This is why ab/dl is a slippery slope, we like diapers and many times get sexual pleasure from it. If and AB/DL goes out of their way to spend time at a park or a daycare just to a baby wearing a diaper that is wrong. You are using a childs to fulfill your sexual desires, intent is everything

I'm not joking when I say my very first memory I can remember is wanting to wear a diaper. I have little sister that is a little over a year younger then me, my first memory is of my mother shutting the door to my sister nursery so i couldn't get in while she changed her diaper. I remember waiting outside the door only for her to come out and drop something in the full trash can before she went back inside and shut the door. I remember looking at the stinky dirty diaper and wondered if I was wearing one could i go inside too? From then on i have always wanted to wear diapers. I learned later the I was potty trained extremely quicky at one and a half while my sister was in pull ups until she was 5. To me I have always wanted to wear diapers.

As someone who studies physcology i always find stories that effect the persons mind the most interesting. Drugs can play a big part in altering how somene thinks but it alone generally doesnt do it, the story is tells it is extremely well thought out. I dont want to ruin the story for those that have read it all so i have tobe carefull. Its great to see that while the drugs have an effect what is truly effecting their minds is how they are treated and by extention how they view themselves. Like i said before i could see a universe like this taking off much like the Diaper Diminsions stories. :-)

Just want to point out one thing. You can edit what is in a person brain without surgery, it's been done for hundreds of years. Brain washing is one of the more 'well known' ways to edit things. A person can be put under stress and will forget things and false memories can be implanted into someone mind and they will naturally fill in the blanks. The human brain is the most complex computer on the plant at the moment and it can be rewired and rewritten if a person knows how. Psychology studies have shown some amazing things a person can do to the mind, that being said the 'instant' memory alterations is more science fiction but it's not as far off as you may think. I normally wouldn't link this channel because he tends to miss a lot of facts but this video he did a good job in so I'll link it below.

This is my favorite of all the stories I have read so far. I would love to see more stories set in this universe.

I liked the idea of “adult” feelings bringing back her adult mind. I had planned for the explanation to be in this chapter but I was finding it hard to write without it feeling like a history book.

I had planned on chapter 10 being at least twice this long by going into what happened but I haven't gotten that half finished. On top of that I have already redone this half so many times. I'll release what I have so far since I did kinda leave it on a cliff hanger last chapter Chapter 10 Warm, clear drool dropped from her chin. Her infantile mind couldn’t understand why smacking one object against another was funny, but she enjoyed it none the less. Blinking at the object in her hand, she realized she knew what it was. Yes it was a shape, she knew which one, just needed to concentrate. Her focused shifted as an all too familiar smell wafted into her nose, instinctually Becky bounced on her bottom, the mushy substance squished inside her diaper. “Poopy!” Giggles emerged from her pacifier, remembering what the thing in her diaper was. While she bounced the realization of the item in her grip was a triangle. Wet, warm liquid touched her inner thigh, she wiped away her own drool before patting her own diaper with the yellow triangle. Finally Becky looked at the item she had been hitting the triangle against and put it through the hole that was made to fit through. Hearing the plastic item hit the bottom caused Becky to giggle again and bounce in her messy diaper. Bouncing caused a feeling of pleasure started to wash over her, she started moving her bottom back and forth on the ground. It started slowly at first and then fast and faster until her infantile mind was assaulted by a body quivering orgasm. Closing her eyes, she fell backwards, still feeling the mess in her diaper. “That felt wonderful,” she thought as her eyes finally opened. She quickly sat up with her diaper squishing under her. She felt like she had just woken up from a rather pleasurable dream. Looking down the brightly colored baby toy were still in front of her, she saw the room was filled with diaper girls. Some had pacifiers in their mouths other were just sucking on their own fingers or their whole hand. Some had a bright pink shirt on some were just topless, but what they all had on was massive D5 diapers, and from one girls back side had bubble letters that’s read PLAYPEN. “I’m in da pwaypen?!” The pacifier in her mouth made talking hard, and for some reason talking felt strange. She pulled the massive pacifier out of her mouth, it felt strange not having it there. How long had she been here? Why was she here? The last thing she could remember was going to work and then… “That Bitch!” She had been injected with something, and Ms. Jones had said something about Lily but that was the last thing she remembered. She rolled herself onto all fours and started crawling to one of the women who was cleaning up. Before Becky could say anything, the women noticed her clawing toward her. “Did Becky make a stinky?” The women didn’t wait for a response, it was clear she didn’t expect one and suddenly pulled back her diaper. “Yep that a big stinky girl you are.” She gave her bottom a few pats making the mess squish under her hand. As much as Becky want to say something rude each pat of her messy bottom had caused pleasure to pulse through her body again. “Well sweetie you can go play, you’re not going to be changed for another two hours.” Without saying anything else the women went back to cleaning. It took Becky a moment, but she was able to shake off the pleasure from her bottom, “Why am I here?” The women stopped for a moment with a confused look on her face. “Did you say something?” “Why am I here?” “Wow,” the women bent down waving her hand in front of Becky’s face. “Is it really you?” “Yes, it’s me!” Feeling frustrated she pulled the women’s hand down. “Why are you waving your hand in my face?” “I can’t believe your back, stay right there I have to go get her.” The women suddenly rand out the door, and with nothing else to do Becky just sat down on her messy diaper again. A few moment later Brianna came running in with tears in her eye. “Becky is it you? Are you really back?” “Did I go somewhere? Why am I in the play- “Brianna hadn’t let her finish before she got on her knees hugging her like old lovers that hadn’t spoken in years. Becky just hugged back and didn’t try to stop Brianna, she just waited. “What’s the last thing you remember? Becky thought for a moment, “I remember being dropped off at work and going in to start testing. Ms. Jones put me back in a D5 diaper and then I felt a sharp prick on my neck. It gets fuzzy from there, I remember she said something about Lily’s mother…” “Kayla Samson,” Brianna finished. Becky was taken aback, “how do you know Lily’s mother?” Brianna just smiled and pointed behind Becky, when she turned she saw two topless diaper girls one with a pacifier in her mouth and the other had no teeth and was drooling all over herself. Becky started for a moment before she realized she was looking at Ms. Jones and Mrs. Samson. “What the hell is going on?” Becky was blown away, it was like she missed the middle of a 3-part story. “It’s a long story, let me change you out of that stinky diaper and I can tell you everything.” The women who had left suddenly stepped forward. “Ma’am she’s registered to the playpen and changing time isn’t for another two hours she can’t be changed until then.” “That’s ridicules she’s- “ “Ma’am are you questioning the Matriarchy?” The question had stopped Brianna dead in her tracks. “No, but she’s not a mindless baby. Look what can I do to have her diaper changed?” The women looked at Becky for a moment. “She's registered to the playpen, so she can’t be changed here. If you want to sign out as her guardian for a day you can do whatever you want once she leaves the building, but she has to be back the day after tomorrow.” “What do I have to sign?” Brianna turned to Becky before she left the room, “I’ll be right back a promise.” After Brianna left Becky figured she would explore the playpen while she was stuck here. Normally when she came she would just come to see Jill and not look around but now it seemed so… familiar to her. Any girl that wasn’t sucking on a pacifier clearly didn’t have any teeth, it wasn’t something she had noticed much before. Becky found herself crawling over Jill who had found the plastic toy she had been playing with before. Sitting in front of Jill she picks up another colorful plastic item and went to put it in the hole. She wasn’t sure why but this time it wouldn’t go in the like the last one did. She banged it against the plastic hole a few times, but it didn’t go in. As she was doing this her tummy started to rumble and a wet fart escaped her bottom and she felt a little more mess was added to her diaper. She found herself giggling, she couldn’t remember what the sound was, but it was funny and made a funny smell. She bounced on her bottom mindlessly shoving the plastic item into her mouth. She heard someone speaking but she was too focused on the taste of the object in the mouth. A hand gripped her chin and faced her head to turn, a beautiful looking woman was staring at her. It was a face of concern and fear, but more then that it was a face she recognized. The woman was speaking but Becky couldn’t understand, she found herself focusing on her lips until suddenly she understood. “Please Becky, come back.!” Becky found herself blinking several times in rapid secession, she pulled the chunk of plastic out of her mouth. “Brianna? What just happened?” Brianna wrapped her arms around Becky so hard it made it hard to breath. “I was gone a few minutes and when I came back you were like a baby again. What happened?” Brianna was looking at the playpen employee with her question. She however was just shaking her head. “I don’t have a clue. The drugs we use to regress people sent here have no cure, this might be a side effect of whatever they used.” Brianna and the women worked together to help Brianna stand long enough to put her in a strange wheelchair/stroller hybrid. Brianna seemed shaken by the whole event and Becky was more confused. Brianna was busy buckling her into her seat as Becky found her moving like she was chewing on something. The women who worked her seemed to understand and she picked up the pacifier Becky had dropped and shoved it in her mouth again. Becky wanted to spit it out but found herself sucking on it uncontrollably, like it was something she always did. “Does she really need that?” “She’s had it since she arrived, you saw what she was doing. It might take time to wing her off the pacifier.” After she finished with the buckles Brianna stood up straight to look at the employee. “She’s not a baby!” The kindness in her face and voice had been replaced by a hard sharpness that she had only seen a few times before at work when she was extremely mad. The other women didn’t seem to care for the confrontation or the statement Brianna opinion. “Just have her back day after tomorrow. As long as she is registered here she’ll be treated like anyone else.” Though the pacifier in her mouth was helping her feel clam the idea of returning to this place made her feel uneasy. Becky was pushed out the door and through the building until they went through the front door. She didn’t say anything as Brianna help her into the front seat of her car and the moved to put the large stroller into the trunk. Brianna got into the drivers seat but quickly rolled down her window, the smell coming from Becky’s diaper seemed much worse in such a small space. As they started their drive to wherever they were going Becky was going over everything again, she there was clearly a gap of time had passed. “How long was I in there?” Brianna took her eyes off the road for a moment to give Becky a sad glance, “It was getting close to three months.” “THREE MONTHS!?”

I had downloaded Grammarly but it seemed to make everything much worse. I have written the next chapter three times now, I hope to get it out this weekend if I can. I have stopped using Grammarly because of the issue's have had with it. The next chapter should be better for it.

Thanks, sorry I haven't posted the next chapter yet. As its going it's the longest chapter yet and I just haven't had time to write this week. I hope to have it out this weekend.

Oh. My. Diapered. God. Is that Kimmy? Good to see your alive and writing

It's the advantage of taking time with each chapter. The story feels more alive.

Writing this chapter was harder then I thought. I had the whole date planned out and most of it written only to scrap it all. I realized that all they were going to do was talk about their pasts, but we already know Becky's and Mrs. Randels would be interesting but it offered nothing to the story. It took a while but I think this worked out better. Chapter 9 The soft comfortable bed was a contrast to a pounding headache. She had clearly drunk too much last night but the memories were fuzzy at best. Looking down she learned she was naked, save for her soaked diaper. She normally didn't sleep naked but she clearly had been really drunk. Becky found herself yawning as she rolled over on her side. Her open mouth had found itself invaded by the bare breast and nipple of the person sleeping next to her, Mrs. Randel. Mrs. Randel started to stir as she felt a mouth on her breast. "Are you awake or just a little frisky?" The voice of Mrs. Randel was softer more like one would speak to a lover or small child. "I'm sorry Mrs. Randel I didn't-" "Becky I told you last night just call me Brianna." Mrs. Randel reaches her hand down and began running the crotch of Becky's diaper. Becky found herself moaning as she did. "As much as I would like to say here all day we need to get to work and your soaked. Go take a shower, I'll use the main bathroom." The naked Mrs. Randel slid out of bed and left the room with Becky still laying in her wet diaper. Becky was confused but didn't argue, she made her way into the bathroom, stripping off her diaper and stepping into the hot shower. She let the hot water wash over her, it seemed to help her hangover a little. She was trying to put together what happened the night before. She remembers going to a restaurant where she was the only diaper girl, she remembered talking for hours with Mrs. Randel about everything. She had explained everything that happened with Emily and Mrs. Randel who had asked to be called Brianna had explained her past. She remembers drinking too much and Mrs. Randel bringing her back here, after that it's a blur but she does remember being face first in Mrs. Rnadel's naked crotch at some point. She had slept with her boss, this was either really good or really bad and she was leaning to really bad. If anyone above found out they might do something, though Becky couldn't think of what. Drying off Becky knew that she didn't remember everything that had happened, but she does remember feeling happier then she had in a long time. It was then she realized she didn't have anything to wear, however, Mrs. Randel was waiting for her when she opened the door. She was finishing getting dressed when Becky left the bathroom. "I was going to come in soon to make sure you didn't die in there. Come on I got some D2+ diapers from work for you." Becky didn't argue and just went along with it for the time being. "Mrs. Rand... Brianna, Thank you for last night. I'm sorry if I came on a little strong when I was drunk" Becky wanted to ask what happened but figured it would be best to believe it was her own fault. Brianna finished taping the diaper closed. "You don't remember much of last night do you?" Becky wave her had to the side, showing she did remember some of it. "Don't worry about it Becky, you were a lady last night. It took a while for me to get into your diaper." She said with a wink. "I haven't been with someone in a long time, it was a wonderful night." "Your welcome, I think. What do we do now? What about work? I don't have anything to wear and-" "Becky calm down." Brianna laughed. "I think I have a blouse you can wear to work today and I can drop you off. As for work, what about it? We work in different building and won't normally see each other at work. It shouldn't be an issue for us unless you don't..." Brianna had let that float for a moment waiting for Becky's response. "No it's not that, it's just why me?" A warm smile stretched across Brianna's face that melted her heart. "Your kind, understanding, beautiful and that diaper makes you have the cutest butt." Becky found herself blushing, "I... Thank you. It's just hard for me, I haven't dated since... Since the change." "I know, and we will take this one day at a time. For now, lets get something to eat and get to work." Brianna had made a quick breakfast for them both before they were off to work. It was a quiet car ride but wasn't borning. Becky was still trying to remember everything from the night before but she had been too drunk to remember. Whatever Brianna had given her for the hangover was helping though not as much as she would like. Her thoughts turned back to Brianna and the relationship she now found herself in. Brianna was gorgeous and kind, but she was a woman and Becky herself was a diaper girl. Was Brianna looking for a lover or a daughter? Becky liked the idea of a relationship but what happened if Brianna wanted a little baby and not a wife? Would she become like Lisa, living the life of a child or baby just to make her mommy happy? She did have feelings for Brianna she couldn't deny that but was this a good idea? The car suddenly stopped next to her own. "I'll see you late cutie," Brianna leaned over and gave her a kiss before Becky got out of the car. Becky watched as the car drove away, this had turned into an interesting week already. Becky made her way inside to the check-in desk. "Oh, Ms. Rivers you don't need to sign in. Ms. Jones has taken care of that for you." "Oh," Becky wasn't sure what the protocol was yet. "I guess I'll just head in." Becky got to the room she had been testing in yesterday but it was locked, unsure what to do she knocked. A moment later Ms. Jones opened the door. "Sorry about that Becky, didn't want anyone to scare me like yesterday. Did you have a good dinner with your boss? Maybe a raise?" It was clear Ms. Jones was doing her best to poke fun at her to lighten the mood. "It was nice, but I drank too much." "I'm sorry. Well, let's get to it, hop up and let's get you changed. Becky assumed the position and her D2+ diaper was removed and the ridiculously thick D5 was placed under her. She still couldn't believe how thick the diaper was, she couldn't walk in it and could only bearly stand. Once her diaper was taped shut she was moved into the sitting position before Ms. Jones started removing her blouse. "I have to be topless?!" Ms. Jones had already removed Becky blouse and was working on her bra. "This part might get messy and we don't want your clothing dirty do we?" Becky couldn't argue with that and soon found herself naked safe for her diaper. "So what are we te-" A massive pacifier was shoved into her mouth. "That's a pacifier that is normally used in the playpen, this is a new model." Becky thought back to yesterday and the bottle she had tested, she had fallen sleep drinking from it. As she was thinking of the bottle she suddenly remembered the date last night, Brianna had said Diapered 4 Life wasn't testing any baby bottles yet she had been testing it that day. Suddenly she was confused, she was only supposed to test stuff from Diapered 4 Life. Becky pulled the massive pacifier out to speak. "Diapered 4 Life doesn't make pacifiers or bottles why am I testing them?" Becky was looking over her shoulder to see Ms. Jones coming back. "I know." Ms. Jones said pushing the pacifier back into her mouth. "But you made Mommy Kayla very unhappy." Suddenly she felt a sharp pain on the other side of her neck. When she turned to look she saw a needle being removed. The pain in her neck was suddenly turning to warmth, and it was spreading. First, to her chest and her mouth, the pacifier was still there but she suddenly found herself sucking on it and drool dripping from her chin. A moment of fear caused to slide off the changing station, as the diaper was so thick she couldn't walk, all she could do was lean on Ms. Jones. "It's ok sweety, Lily will love her new little sister." Was whispered in her ear. The warmth was spreading down past her tummy and into her head. Everything suddenly felt fuzzy and happy. She felt even more warmth began to fill her diaper, a slight hissing sound in the form and a loud fart in the back. "That's it, little baby, poop out all those big girl thoughts you won't need them anymore." Becky wasn't sure why but she found herself giggling as she was pooping, the feeling of it filling her diaper just filled her with joy. Ms. Jones lowered her to the ground where her diaper squished as she hit the ground. The pleasure of sitting in her own mess returned but her infantile mind just caused her to laughed at the feeling. Becky's simple mind was so focused on the pile of poop on her butt she never notices Ms. jones pull out her phone. "It's done."

Maybe, or maybe it was a milk coma .

I have a lot of ideas for the “universe” that I don't think I will get to in this story. For example because most diaper girls use to be men many didn't want to become diaper girls it was the only choice they had. I planned to revisit that in the first draft of chapter 4 when Katy came back but the story went a different direction. For Becky she became a diaper girl because she didn't have a choice and to her changing genders didn't bother her, at least not on the surface. What she is starting to understand is unlike other diaper girls like Lisa that had their own mental issues due to the change Becky just detached herself from everything and everyone without knowing it. She survived the war but she stopped living, that's what she's starting to understand. On another note this wasn't meant to be a whole chapter just a part of it with the next but it went longer then I thought it was going to. At least the next chapter will be much easier to write then this one. Chapter 8 Every little movement would cause her diaper to crinkle, squish and cause pleasure to plus through her body. She didn’t understand why after all these years she liked this feeling, but she did. While she had soiled herself every day for the last 10 years she had never taken the time to really engross herself in the feeling of it, not until now that is. The only thing that seemed to put her off at all was the smell, she was embarrassed to be enjoying a poopy diaper that would normally cause a foul sent to fill the room. This diaper, however, was messy but not from her own doing so at least that put her mind at ease. For the remaining time she had, she would just keep wiggling the massive amount of padding between her legs while she waited for Ms. Jones to return. The door opened a few minutes later after an evidently unhappy phone call. “Problem?” Shaking her head and she gently pushed Becky onto her back to start changing her diaper. “It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later. Let’s get you changed then you can eat lunch” Becky assumed the position she had become all too familiar with and waited for Ms. Jones to wipe her clean and pad her back up. This time she was put into another D3+ diaper, “Do I really need something this thick when I’m going to lunch?” Her question wasn’t answered until she was powdered, and the new diaper was taped closed. “We’re going to go back to testing D3’s after lunch so there isn’t any reason to change into something else to just change again in 30 minutes. If you want the cafeteria is just down the hall you can get something to eat, just be back here in a half hour." Ms. Jones left the room as Becky got off the table and went to collect her things. Waddling through the halls of her new workplace was strange and did cause a number of people to stare as she passed. The cafeteria wasn't bad but wasn't anything really to be proud of, she was at least able to find something that was at least eatable. "Note to self, bring my lunch." She thought to quietly eating her food. At the old building, there was a number of restaurants close by that she could go to or call to have delivered, this place wasn't completely out of the way but with only half an hour for lunch, she would be hard-pressed to leave and come back in time. The cafeteria itself was a good size and she found herself eating alone which was fine with her. The last few days had caused her to question... Well, a lot. She had been mad at Lisa for willing to become a mindless baby but at the same time, she just had a conversation with Emily's daughter Katy asking her who is really free. Was she really any freer then Lisa if she lived as a child? She had to go to work every day to make enough money to see the next day, liking her job was pointless it was about survival. Lisa on the other hand just lived to... Live? Lisa just had to act like a child and everything was given to her, food, shelter, clothing, and even someone else to change her diaper all the time. Maybe that's why she didn't mind the idea of acting like a kid to make Sasha happy, maybe she'd been too hard on her. Maybe she would go over to Lisa's house this weekend and talk to her, try to make amends after what happened yesterday. When Becky returned to the testing room it Ms. Jones was already back working on something on the far wall. Ms. Jones jumped when the door clicked shut, "Becky! You startled me. Has it already been a half hour?" Becky smiled putting her things down and heading to the machine that would load up her diaper again. "So this time we will load your diaper up a bit and you will give it a workout, get down on all fours then sit down. Do that about 30 times and then walk around the room, so ten laps since it's not a big room." Ms. Jones shoved the first tube once again down the front of Becky's diaper and it felt like she was wetting herself. Once her diaper was wet the next tube was dropped in the back which caused the seat to start expanding with the mush being added. Now that her diaper was loaded and ready to go Becky did her ten laps first before she got down on all fours to start squishing her mess under herself. When she was finally done she had to wipe the sweat from her forehead. "When I took this job I didn't know I would be getting a workout." Laughing she was pointed to the corner for more pictures. "Well, I don't think most testing will cause this much of a workout." Once again Becky went into a super model mode for the pictures. As with before more was added to the diaper before more pictures were taken but this time it went much faster since she knew what she had to do. When they were taking the last pictures Becky felt something running down her leg, it only took her a moment to realize she was leaking. "Oops, didn't calculate how much you would add to the diaper sorry. We have enough pictures anyways we should get you changed." The diaper at this point was so thick and head she almost wasn't able to walk, but with Ms. Jones help she made it to the changing station. Becky laid back on the table as she felt her diaper opened. "Have you guys tested diapers here before?" "Yes, we tested an older version of the D5 diapers that are used in the playpen that another company was testing." "Bet a lot of those diapers leaked when you were testing with those diaper girls." Ms. Jones never looked up from wiping Becky's crotch clean. "We only used women to test those diapers for that reason. If you want to test you generally need to have complete control and a diaper girl would only add an unknown amount to the diaper." "Oh... Wait women were testing diapers?" "Yes, though the tests didn't go on long but they did say the experience was interesting." As the new diaper was being pulled up Becky noticed it was much thicker then the D3+ she had on. "Wait that's a D5!?" The question didn't even slow down her diapering. "Yep, I figured we would start some of these tests today and finish tomorrow." D3+ diapers were bad enough but a D5 was impossible to walk in, Becky found herself being pulled off the table and put on the ground where she had to crawl to the diaper filling tubes. Becky was surprised the tubes came out enough to go all the way in, however, she once again found herself in a full diaper yet again. Once her diaper was done filling Ms. Jones went back to where she right after lunch. Becky closed her eyes, biting her lower lip to fight back the urge to moan with the feeling of the mush in her dipaer spread all over and squishing against her womanhood. She wiggled her bottom a little, letting the mess spread around her butt even more, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She stopped right as Ms. Jones turned around, she found herself being pushed onto her back in the middle of the floor. "So the first thing to test is this bottle, as you can see it looks like a baby bottle only a lot bigger. Everyone sentenced to the playpen is bottle fed as well as fed solids. However, the workers always have to feed the diaper girls like real babies. What your going to test is drinking this bottle of milk while on her back, the bottle is meant to balance in the air while you drink so you should have to use one hand to steady it but that's it." This seemed strange to her, she had never seen a bottle anywhere when she was working at the main office. "I didn't know Diapered 4 Life made bottles for the playpen." "They don't. This is a test to see if they can offer these bottles to the playpen to be the new supplier." Becky rolled the idea in her head and it made sense. She took the bottle from Ms. Jones and started drinking. Right as she started she noticed it tasted really strange, not like any milk she'd ever tasted. "What is this, it tastes strange." "It's milk substitute, I didn't want to risk you being lactose intolerant. Just let me know when you finish the bottle" Becky had never had a milk substitute before so she had no idea if this taste was normal. The bottle did a good job balancing up against her mouth, she only needed her hand on the bottle to keep it from falling over. The more she drank the less the taste seemed to bother her, though she was starting to feel a little tired just laying on the ground drinking milk like a baby. She hadn't really slept much the night before and figured she would go to bed as soon as she got home after work. Becky was sound asleep less than a minute later. The sound of tapes being ripped caused Becky to awaken, she looked up to see she was on the changing station is changed. "Oh, you're awake." "I'm sorry, I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. How long was I out?" "Almost 2 hours. I didn't notice for a while that you fell asleep, I had a lot of paperwork to do and that helped me get it all finished. If you don't say anything I won't." Ms. Jones gave her a wink as she pulled up a D2+ diaper and taped it shut. "Not bad for your first day." As the words left her mouth a knock on the door draw both their attention as it was opened and Mrs. Randel walked in. "Excuse me you can't-" "Mrs. Randel, what are you doing here?" Ms. Jones seemed surprised Becky knew who this woman was. "Mrs. Randel this is Ms. Jones she is handling the testing." Mrs. Randel shook Ms. Jones hand. "Ms. Jones this is Mrs. Randel my boss at Diapered 4 Life." "I came by to see if you have any pictures to show the board tomorrow, they want to see how the testing is going to workout." Ms. Jones turned and walked back over to the counter and returned with a small flash drive. "The pictures are on here, let us know if you need anything else." Before leaving she turned to Becky, "See you tomorrow Becky, we will finish up those tests in the morning." After Ms. Jones left the two stood quietly for a moment as Becky collected her things. "So... Becky, I was wondering if you would like to tell me how the first day went over dinner?" "Dinner?" Becky froze, suddenly feeling nervous. "Dinner like..." "...Like two co-workers..." Mrs. Randel finished her sentence almost like you would a child. "I'd love too." Mrs. Randel smiled down at her as they both turned to leave.

I think the reason it's so popular for both readers and writers is a true understanding of what makes a good story, it's not the destination that matters it's the journey. The Diaper Dimension provides a backdrop for what every ABDL wants to see, people having to wear diapers. As such you already know a basic idea of the endgame before you start reading it's about how the story gets to that point. For YourFNF I will put a link below to the original story from PPP's site, do keep in mind it's a GREAT read but 40 chapters long. There are many items and idea's that were used in the first story that isn't always used in other stories in the dimension. Things such as but not limited too: Robotic Nannies, fake diaper mush to make your diaper feel messy but make you unable to get a rash, children's shows that are designed to hypnotize people into needing diapers and enjoying it and the ability to shrink people. I would love to see another ABDL story universe become more popular than the diaper dimension but I think it's unlikely as the world was so well made by Princess Pottypants it's a joy to read new takes on the universe. https://princesspottypants.wordpress.com/category/alisas-adventures-in-the-diaper-dimension/

The whole “diaper dimension” was started by Princess Pottypants with her story “Alisa's Adventures in the Diaper Dimension”. The basic story that someone makes and item to go to another dimension but the dimension she goes to is one made up of ALL the ABDL fiction stories written rolled together. The majority of the story is the main character trying to find a way back and thus exploring the world as she does. Because of the story has based on the idea of different dimensions many other people write story’s in the diaper dimension but in truth each persons verson is their own universe that has a few things different.

The story keeps taking on a mind of its own and I don't really know where it's going to go. To be honest the rough draft of the story didn't have anything about adoptions until I was writing chapter three and thought "Becky should go to a wedding between one of the diaper girls at work." Then I thought what if one was a woman and not a diaper girl, that would be more like adopting then a marriage and BOOM there it was. Everything from chapter 4 on I'm kinda flying by the seat of my diaper now, will have to see how each chapter plays out. Also random note I think it was Grammarly but I had to rewrite chapter 7 FOUR times. I would randomly hit enter to start a new paragraph and it would delete the last 4 or 5. Not sure why but sweet diaper mush it was a bad pain in the butt. Chapter 7 The whole night was spent researching all the laws around the adoption of a diaper girl and how Lisa could get out of this mess, the short answer was she couldn't. When she was adopted it was legally no longer considered an adult and thus only the mother could revoke the adoption, even that was going to be easy. A judge had to rule that Lisa was competent enough to be considered an adult again and then the adoption could be revoked, both were required. The only other way out was if the mother was put in solitary for breaking the law, at that point a judge would again have to determine if the diaper girl is able to be an adult again. The laws seemed very much in place to protect women who had adopted a diaper girl and there was nothing the diaper girl could do to protest, well almost nothing. Diaper girls no longer being considered adults did open up new possibilities with child protective services if her mother was found abusing her or harming her the mother would end up in solitary. Becky figured drugging someone until they have the mental capacity of an infant would count as abuse, now she just needed to talk to Lisa about it. Tomorrow Becky would go to Lisa's house and try to get her alone to tell her what she had overheard. Lisa had already moved in with her new mommy before she was adopted, it a good sized house for just the two of them. When she knocked on the door Lisa's mother Sasha Carter answered the door. "Becky!? What are you doing here?" Mrs. Cater seemed extremely surprised to see her. Becky had given her no advanced knowledge she was coming, didn't want to tip Mrs. Carter off. "Hello, Mrs. Carter." Becky wanted to seem as happy and innocent as she could be. "Lisa said it was alright if I stopped by anytime and I wanted to see how she was doing after the adoption yesterday, I didn't see her before I left." Mrs. Carter seemed to stare at her for a long moment before she smiled and stepped aside to let her in. "She's in the living room, go have fun." Becky Made her way into the living room, she didn't want to walk too fast or she felt Mrs. Carter mind think she's up to something. When she turned the corner however she stopped dead in her tracks, Lisa was in the living rooming sitting on the ground in just a D4 diaper, a t-shirt with a pink pacifier in her mouth but she wasn't alone, Lily was with her. Sitting on the couch watching them was Lily's mother and the person Mrs. Carter had been speaking to the night before. "Becky this is Mrs. Kayla Samson, she was one of my mothers in waiting and I'm sure you remember her daughter Lily." A chill ran up Becky's spine. Did they know she had heard them? Had they already started turning Lisa into a baby? Was this all a trap? Becky had to force herself to smile, she had just walked into the lion's den and didn't want to get eaten. "Mrs. Samson, it's so nice to see you and Lily again. "Such a well-mannered diaper girl, it seems there aren't very many around today." Becky just kept smiling, she didn't know how to respond other than: "Thank you." "Kayla let's get some coffee while they place, I think Becky can let us know if anyone needs to be changed." Mrs. Samson agreed and went into the kitchen with Mrs. Cater. Becky waited until she was sure they were gone. "Lisa are you alright?" Lisa pulled the pacifier out her mouth, "of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" Becky looked her up and down for a moment almost in disbelief. "You're wearing a D4 diaper that looks like it's made for a baby and your sucking on a pacifier." "Mommy likes it when I wear thicker diapers and she doesn't have to change me as much, plus with all the cream and powder I don't have to worry about a diaper rash." "Lisa listens to me," Becky was searching for the words to say it as nice as possible, she was coming up blank. "I overheard your mommy and Mrs. Samson last night, Lily isn't acting like a baby they turned her brain too mush. Your new "Mommy" was even thinking of doing it to you." "I know." "That's why I had..." Becky stopped mid-sentence confused. "You know? Which part?" "All of it. I have been around Lily enough the last year when Mommy and I were dating to know it isn't an act. Mommy told me she wanted a little girl and she could help me be a little girl but I told her I'm happy being one for her." "How can you say it's alright?! She is going to turn you into a mindless baby likely Lily!" "No, she won't!" "Yes she will I hear her say it!" "Mommy promised me she wouldn't!" "Becky she doesn't care about you!" "Your just jealous no one loves you, but I know my Mommy loves me and wouldn't hurt me!" As soon as Lisa had said it she clearly regretted it. Becky suddenly felt herself wanting to cry, she hadn't cried since she became a diaper girl but now it took everything she had not to. "Becky I'm-" "Don't Lisa. You made it clear, have a happy baby life..." Becky turned to leave. Mrs. Carter and Samson were coming back into the living room as Becky march out. She could hear Lisa start crying in the background but she didn't care. Becky got in her car and went home. The car had been parked for almost a half hour at home and Becky was still quietly crying in her car. It was all Lisa's fault, all she wanted to do was help her. She wanted to tell Lisa she was crazy that she had a lot of people that loved her, but the more she thought about it the worse it got. She had friends sure, people from work, and Sammy's but no one that she loved, and no one that loved her. She hadn't dated anyone since she'd become a diaper girl, it'd all seemed so different now. Suddenly being a girl stuck in diapers isn't a small change. The weeks after becoming a diaper girl had been hard, everything from bra shopping to cleaning herself was all new. Like many other diaper girls, she found others like herself, it was more comfortable around girls like herself. Diapers had become a part of her life and had simply accepted it, or so she thought. Becky spent the rest of the day laying on her couch in thought, Lisa's words to her had dug deep into her soul. she had always kept people at arm's length to protect herself without knowing it. She had spent every day of the past ten years living to see the next. Is that what Lisa had found? Could life as a child or baby be more fulfilling than being an adult? It didn't make any sense to her, why would anyone want such a life? Becky thought about Mrs. Samson and what she had done to Lily. Maybe Lisa was alright with being a baby but Lily hadn't been and it was forced on her. She thought of going to the Matriarchy and blowing the whistle on her, but without any proof what would it matter? It would be the word of a diaper girl vs the word of a woman and she knew who the court would believe. It would be better if she just kept her head down, she had a new place to work starting tomorrow and she should be focused on that more than Lisa's new life. She did fear for Lisa but she couldn't save her is she wouldn't save herself. The next morning Becky had arrived at Reliable Resources main building. The diaper girl in the lobby lead her to the room she would be doing her tests in. The room itself was a part nursery, part doctors office, and a photo shoot. There was a changing station with some baby toys close to it stocked with a large number of different diapers. There was a small sink for washing your hands and a number of tools she would see when she went to the doctor. one corner of the room was made up like it photo shoot with a white cloth against with large lights on both sides and a tripod for the camera. While Becky was looking around a young woman came inside before closing the door. "Becky? I'm Ms. Jones." She reached her hand out to shake and Becky took it before she was handed a clipboard with a number of papers on it. "What's all this?" Looking through the papers. "You can read through it, it says we'll not be held responsible for the effects of the things you test. The other part of it explains that you accept to only test products from your employer Diapers 4 Life." Becky started reading through the paperwork while Ms. Jones went to go get some coffee for them both. The paperwork was a little confusing to understand but overall simple, she would just test products from her work which were diapers and diaper related products. Ms. Jones returned shortly after she had finished filling out the forms with coffee and a rolling cart. "So how does the testing work and when do we start?" Becky was excited to see what she would be testing first. "Well, we have a list of things they want to test and we will pick one or two each day." "Why only one or two a day?" "Let's see the first one here and I'll explain." Ms. Jones took a sip of her coffee and looked at her clipboard. "So one of these is to test a new diaper they call D3+, they want to know how it looks when wet and messy." "So I just wear one until I poop, that doesn't seem hard." Laughing she puts her coffee down, "if it was only that simple. First, we will use some of the tools here to simulate a light wetting and a light mess and take pictures. We will then do a larger mess and larger wetting and take pictures. We keep doing this until the diaper is about to fall off." "Is that a bit much?" "Not our job to ask. We have to give them as much information as we can give them. The job doesn't end at just making the diaper fall off. We will also give the diaper a worked by simulating a medium wetting and mess and have to sit down over and over and walk around to stimulate a days work. This will be done with a different amount of use to again give them more information." This wasn't what Becky had in mind when she took this job. She had figured she would be sitting in a fake dirty diaper all day while people took pictures of her butt. This was going to be a lot of work, she may have made a mistake. "Alright but what about those baby toys in the corner, what are those for?" "It's another item on the list, to test some D5 diaper." Becky had a confused look on her face. "Why would I need the toys for that?" "It's what they have in the playpen and since these diapers are only used in the playpen you should only be using things those diaper girls use." Taking a deep breath Becky exhaled, it may not be what she had in mind but she was here now and turning back wasn't really a choice. Mrs. Randel had most likely gotten herself a new assistant since she had turned her down so this was all she had. "So whats the plan for today?" "Since we already went over the D3+ diaper tests we'll start with that today." Ms. Jones got up from her seat and took Becky to the changing station. The D3+ diapers were like the D2+ diapers she had been wearing but naturally thicker. As she figured it felt more like a D4 she had been wearing on Saturday, it would give her a large waddle. Once she was diapered she was taken over to a device with two long tubes. "This is how we simulate a wet or messy diaper, the first tube will have a liquid that the diaper reacts to it like pee the other is a mixture that is meant to simulate a mess, though it doesn't smell bad and you can't get a rash from either of them." Mr. Jones pushed the first tube into her diaper until it was pressing against her womanhood and turned on the stream, it was only on for few seconds but she did feel a bit wet. The second tube was placed in between her butt cheeks before she felt a mushing substance coating her backside. She was happy Ms. Jones couldn't see her face because she was smiling at this feeling. Once everyone was in place both tubes were removed and wiped clean. "Alright go ahead and move over the white sheet and we'll get some pictures." Becky looked down at her diaper, sure enough, the front logo of Diapered 4 Life was yellow which made her guess the back was brown. Now she felt like a supermodel, having to take different poses to show off her wet crotch or messy bottom. The process continued for a few hours, the diaper would be filled a bit more followed by more pictures. Ms. Jones explained that the pictures of the diaper getting a work out would come after lunch as they needed pictures of the diaper with and without being beaten up by use. By the time the last simulated mess was added she almost wasn't able to walk and Ms. Jones had to help move her into her spot. Once the last pictures were taken Becky was propped up on the changing station, the thick mess going everywhere in her diaper. Before her diaper could be changed however there was a knock on the door. "Ms. Jones there's a call on line one for you. They say it's important." Said the voice from behind the door. Ms. Jones looked at Becky clearly unsure if she should change her first or take the call. "Go take the call, my diaper will be here when you get back." Ms. Jones nodded and left the room to take the phone call, shutting the door behind her. This was fine with Becky she finally got some alone time with her mushy diaper, she didn't want to do anything... Naughty at work but that didn't stop her from enjoying the feeling. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.