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Woooo! Yeah, Chris! I was beginning to wonder where this story went. Glad to have you back, NoName004.

A horse walks into a bar. The bartender says, "why the long face?" The horse replies, "I just realized I'm a metaphysical construct and will cease to exist at the end of this joke."

Author’s Note: I didn't really have a setting in mind when I started this story. And since I don't think the exact location really matters I'm just going to set it in the fictional city of Marion; an urban metropolis like any other. This, and any other names I use, are fictitious and are not meant to represent any real places or people. Chapter XI “What do you mean Margot is dead?” The Warden of Marion stood more than twice the size of the cowering demon in front of him, but to the poor spirit tasked with delivering this bad news it felt more like ten times the size. “I'm sorry, my Lord. She was killed with an angelic blade.” “And the Lord of Sorcery?” “Banished.” No sooner had the word escaped the lowly demon’s mouth than the Warden sent him flying into a nearby tree with one swing of his scaly, powerful hand. “How could this happen?” he roared at the terrified messenger. “There are no Warrior Angels in this region! They don't even have a foothold in my domain!” “It was no angel, my Lord,” he hesitated before finishing that statement, fearing that it would send the Warden into a blind frenzy, “It was an Angel Hunter!” He covered his head with his arms, expecting another crushing blow. This was a part of his job. He would deliver messages from one prince to another. If the news was bad he would simply have to bare the fury of the prince he was sent to. It was a sort of unwritten code between princes and messengers, and it was why Messenger was such a loathed position; usually assigned to demons who royally screwed something up. I could crush him in an instant, the Warden thought. But he would have a hard time flying back to his prince with broken wings. So instead he firmly gripped the messenger by the biceps and lifted him up to eye level. The terror on the poor creature's face was quite satisfying. “An Angel Hunter in my kingdom? And I am just now hearing about it?” “I'm sorry, my Lord!” “And who is this Angel Hunter’s host?” “A woman named Julia Belle!” “Belle…” Suddenly recognition spread across his face, “As in the seed of Jonathan Belle?” “I-I-I don't know, sir. It could be?” The Warden threw him into another tree, “Take this message back to your prince: I want to know everything there is to know about Julia Belle. I want his best Spies watching her at all times. And I want you to report back to me with new information every twelve hours. No! Make it six hours!” “Y-Yes my Lord!” “You are dismissed.” The Messenger flew off like a bat out of… well, you know. Leaving the Warden alone with his thoughts. So the old thorn in my side has returned. After such a long hiatus why did she have to show up now? I sense heaven's hand in this! The timing is too perfect to be a coincidence. If we're not careful she could ruin… What am I thinking? This angel is nothing more than a pest to be squashed under foot. She may have posed a threat a hundred years ago, but the methods of our warfare have changed drastically since then. The age of the sword has long passed. A lone Warrior can do nothing against us now. Never since before the Cataclysm have we held the world so firmly in our grasp. A solitary rouge demon can pose no threat to me. “Go ahead, Angel Hunter. Make your noise; fight your battles. You will fall just like your brethren before you. And I will laugh as you descend back into hell!” ----- “Hello?” The haze clouding my mind might as well have been cement wall blocking all logical thought. This is why I don't take naps. I'm not really a morning person, but waking up from a nap is worse to me than waking up at five in the morning. “Luc? Is anybody here?” Julia? She sounds panicked. “Huh? Yeah, hang on,” I say groggily. According to the clock it's almost three in the afternoon. A fact corroborated by the bright daylight streaming in through the window and stabbing my eyes with fiery lasers. I shamble into the living room. Julia is still on the couch and nothing is on fire. What was so urgent? “All right, what's the matter?” “I thought I was alone.” Seriously? She got me out of bed for that? Talk about clingy. “I would never leave you here alone without at least leaving a note.” God, is this what real parents go through when they have a baby? I shall have to remember to call my mom later and tell her I love her. But first I need coffee to clear the fog/cement wall out of my mind. “You weren't asleep were you?” she asked timidly. “As a matter of fact I was.” “Oh.” Don't say it! Don't you dare say- “I'm sorry.” “Julia,” I say with the tone of a parent who's had just about enough back talk from their child, “if you apologize one more time I'm going to throw you over my knee and give you a spanking!” She didn't respond. Which is good, because I don't know if I could follow up on that threat. I mean, physically I could; she can't exactly fight back. But I’m not a violent person. I've never even thought about giving someone a spanking! Sure, I know some people are turned on by that kind of thing, but I never really saw the appeal. Why would you want to physically harm someone you love? What's so sexy about being beaten by your partner? One sip of my coffee is all it takes to clear the grogginess out of my mind, making room for the fresh guilt I've earned for snapping at Julia again. Give you a spanking? Where did that even come from? And she probably thinks I'd do it! Ugh! Why do I keep letting my petty annoyances get the better of me? I'm supposed to be her tower of strength right now. I'm all she's got. Well, no use delaying the inevitable. I walk over and sit down on the coffee table, “I'm sorry for snapping at you Julia. I had no right to be angry. If anyone deserves a spanking it's me.” I hope she realizes that last part was a joke and not some sexual proposition. She giggled. Good, she got the joke. “I haven't been under one-tenth the stress you have. So from this point on I'm going to be Mr. Perfect for you. Never raising my voice; never lashing out at you; just loving and caring all the time. How's that sound?” She smiled, “Don't make a girl a promise you can't keep.” Of course she was right. There's no way I could keep a promise like that. “Yeah, maybe I did lay it on a little heavy.” She reached out and grabbed my hand, “But you're certain welcome to try.” “Deal.” I said, and I did intend to try. Starting now, “Do you need a change?” Her body was covered with a blanket so I couldn't tell. She let go of my hand and felt her diaper through the blanket. The look on her face was all the confirmation I needed. “I'll go get a diaper.” ----- Across the street a murder of crow sat perched on a telephone wire. And among their numbers was a solitary demon masquerading as one of the flock. Even the trained angelic eye would have a hard time picking him out, that's why his master picked him to observe the human girl and report back any information that could be useful. He was told an Angel Hunter would be lurking nearby, and indeed he saw her several times. She thought she was being sneaky, but she obviously underestimated her foes. You cannot avoid my eye, Angel Hunter! I see everything. I am the wind! I am the sky! You can crawl around in the shadows if you want, but I will still find you! And who is this girl? She is no Warrior. She is weak of body, mind, and soul. Even by human standards! Not the host I would expect an Angel Hunter to choose. The Man, on the other hand, seems like a much better candidate! Perhaps the Master got the facts wrong? No. We have several witnesses to the Angel Hunter fighting our brethren from within the girl. So why bring her here? What part does this Lucas Granger play in her game? He's not on any Danger Lists: He poses no threat to us. Why would the Angel trust her host to a nobody like him? It is either a bold strategy or an act of desperation. And given the current state of the girl would guess the latter. I don't see why the Master doesn't just send in some Warriors to dispatch the Angel Hunter while her host is so weak. But it is not my role to judge the Master’s orders, only to follow them. And my orders are to watch and report. So that is exactly what I'll do. I just hope the Master knows what he's doing.

I will say, though, that having found out Jen's psychotic motives makes me want to see her get taken down. I right now all you have here is a torture fantasy. But if you make the story about William trying to get away from & subsequently take down Jen then you'll turn this into a psychological thriller! I'm not a sadist; I can't read a story about someone being tortured for now good reason. If I'm gonna read a punishment story I have to feel like the subject deserves it in some way. William does not deserve what he is going through. But anyway that's just my 2 cents. Don't change your plans for this story on my account.

BEST FIENDS! (insert demon emoticon) Just kidding glad to have you here Richie. And I'll make the same offer I made to Cam to you: if you ever feel the need to talk to someone aboit anything just message me. I can't promise I'll actually be able to help, but I'll certainly do anything I can. I've been told I'm wise beyond my years. Think of me as an amateur therapist that you don't have to pay for.

Whoa. That's pretty twisted... well done.

You're welcome my saurian friend. Also, I wouldn't be too sure about that. There are a lot of stories on DD involving sissification, forced diapering, etc. Evidently it is a lot of people's cup of tea.

Easy! Go to the first chapter and click "Edit" on the bottom of the post. From there it will let you edit the title.

Not bad for a first chapter. There were a few typos, a few awkward sentences (not sure if that was your doing or the original author,) all in all nothing too bad. This kind of story's not really my cup of tea, but since this is your first time writing a story I'll follow along for your benefit if not to satisfy my curiosity about the promised story behind what's going on. Also might I recommend that you edit the title whenever you put up a new chapter so that people know when you actually post a new chapter as opposed to just commenting. A lot of writers on here do that (myself included.) Once again, welcome to the club pal.

Allen is the man! single-handedly fixing a broken relationship in morning! I was expecting you to pad out this whole momzilla thing a little more before revealing that she actually does love her daughter more than anything & would never do anything to hurt her. Now everything is just great for everyone! Which begs the question: When's the shit gonna hit the fan? Grammar Patrol: Early in the chapter you used the word "Lain" instead of "Lay." At the very end you used the phrase "Molly and I" when the correct term would've been "Molly and me."

Thanks for the shout out, bro!

Hi Cam! I too have been somewhat involved in ABDL things for years now but only just recently joined DailyDiapers. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. And if you ever feel like talking to someone about stuff anonymously just send me a message. I don't know how much help I can actually be, but I'd be happy to try.

Me too! In fact, I just started my own first story called "Angel Hunter" a few weeks ago and it's just amazing to hear people's praise & opinions about something I wrote. If you really want to write stories I'd say go for it!

The fact is most people don't want to even think about adult diapers and such. Sure, it would've been fine if it were just mentioned in passing, but I've devoted entire chapters just to Julia's diapers! You may find this hard to believe, but most people think diapers are rather disgusting. I know, crazy right? And a lot of people think fetishes (aside from the ones they're into of course) are also repulsive. Now you start talking about a diaper fetish and you've got a real problem. I mean, I can't imagine how my parents or my brothers would react if they knew I was writing about diapering grown women! I agree that this universe is really cool and would certainly be capable of standing on its own without the ABDL elements. And maybe someday I will write a different story set in this world with the intention of publishing it. And if that happens then this story; and the origins of my great accomplishment, will be our little secret.

No no no, I wasn't suggesting I should weite a flashback chapter. You see, when I'm writing Luc, I actually just put myself in his head space & then react to what's happening. Once I do that, the scenes almost write themselves! With Julia I would sort of reverse-engineer that process. The problem is that, while Luc is like %90 identical to how I view myself, I have far less in common with Julia. I have no idea how she thinks. Now, maybe I'll try & find I have a lot more in common with Julia than I thought, but I wouldn't count on it. As for the diapers, while to you & me it is the obvious solution, most people, especially guys, would never even think to try adult diapers. And even if they did think of it, they certainly wouldn't have the courage to go to the store & buy Women's Adult Diapers! They'd probably just throw her in the bathtub or, like you said, duct tape her to the toilet! While I do seem to have a propensity for writing the hum-drum day-to-day stuff, I'm not too confident in my ability to write action scenes. But I guess we won't know until I try. And lastly: Unless she's into that kind of thing.

Umm, I'm pretty sure bottle feedings & messy diapers qualify as ABDL elements. Also that's pretty much exactly what I said to redwelch2222 about "Dropped in a New World." Which, if you haven't read yet I highly recommend! Honestly most of the reason Julia is a blank slate is because I simply haven't gotten around to really building her personality & background in my own mind yet. Truth be told I didn't think I'd get this far. Certainly not in 2 weeks anyway! This is a problem I often run into when I create stories in my head; I come up with 1 good character & everyone else ends up being flat & unimpressive. Hmm... maybe if I try reconstructing & visualizing the story thus far from Julia's perspective it will help me to understand her character? I'll have to try that when I have a few hours to myself & can really get into her head space. It's worth a shot.

Maybe you need a different writing software. I couldn't hurt to try. You might find out that you actually hate MS Word by finding a software that works for you. (Insert Kermit the Frog drinking tea.) but that's none of my business.

Glad you like it so far! I was a little (just a tiny bit) afraid that people would find this rather exposition-heavy chapter to be a turn off. There are still plenty of secrets about this universe and Angel Hunter that will be explained in later chapters. It's true that I originally didn't picture this as an ABDL story, but then I wasn't planning on actually writing it either! I have so many great ideas for stories that could hit big, but I always convince myself that, since I don't have any writing experience, I wouldn't be able to do it justice so I never actually write. A but paradoxical I know. So I decided to just go for it and write whatever came to me. And now we're already 10 chapters in! As for Julia, yeah that's a problem. I was kinda afraid of getting to this point. I have a few ideas for what I could do, but I'm actually not sure which direction I'm gonna go yet. Hence my asking for ideas. I know that's probably not what anyone wants to hear; that I have no clue what I'm doing, but thems the breaks. I'm sure in time I'll find a way to write myself out of the corner I'm fast approaching. Once again. Thank you for all the support you've given me. You have no idea (or maybe you do IDK) how much it means to me to have some of my current favorite authors reading and liking my story.

What I generally do (and often see in the books I read) is hit Enter followed by 3 spaces before a line of dialogue so that it looks like this: End of previous sentence "Insert dialogue here." she said. "Oh really? You're just gonna insert your dialogue there?" He asked angrily. "Yes and you can't stop me!" She yelled before exiting the room and putting an end to this rather silly hypothetical conversation. Of course there are times when this method wouldn't flow well with the script. Like when a character's dialogue is part of an action or a thought that you don't want to break up with unnecessary spacing. It's hard to give you an good example of when not to use this dialogue format. But hopefully you understand what I'm saying.

2 chapters within 24 hours? It's a little early for Christmas, don't you think? Also I want to say it right now: I do not trust Dot. I think that rat is a double agent, trying to get on Ria's good side. Of course, I also didn't trust the Doctor Lady (can't think of her name at the moment) from Little Luzy. So take my judgment with a grain of salt.

*Sniffle* LIK IF U CRI EVERYTIM! Lol in all seriousness this was an excellent chapter. I'm a sucker for all the sappy, emotional crap. I'm looking forward to seeing how they handle Momzilla. Will Rob lay down the law or will it fall to Robin to confront her over barring mother? Toon in next week to find out Same Bat-Time Same Bat-Channel Grammer Patrol: I didn't find a single typo in this entire chapter! Bravo, good sir! However there were a few times where It was hard to tell who was speaking & you didn't clarify until after the sentence. Of course, that might just be me. Sometimes I find it hard to follow the flow of dialogue.

Chapter X “Hello Luc.” “AAAAHHHH!!!” Normally she wouldn't have gotten quite a strong reaction from me, but I'm simply not used to demons, especially those taking the form of women, sneaking up on me as I'm getting out of the shower. I quickly wrapped a towel around my waist. I'm not going to stand here naked in front a demon in case she gets any funny ideas. What's the name of that demon that lures men into having sex with her so she can kill them? Succubus? Yeah! That's the one. “You need not worry about such things.” “Well excuse me,” I said sarcastically, “I've never had demons ambush me in the shower before!” “My apologies. At least I waited until you were finished.” “I'm overflowing with gratitude.” Man, what is it about this demon that brings out my overly-sarcastic side? “I promised you answers. I thought it best to approach you while Julia was asleep. She's not yet ready to face me.” “Yeah, I wonder why?” “Are you going to ask your questions or not? We do not have all day.” “What's the matter? Late for an appointment with your… Umm…” Shit. I don't know how to finish that statement. What do demons make appointments for? Horn Dressers? “Alright fine, I'll quit the sarcasm.” She just stood there leaning against the door, waiting for me to ask my first question. Which would be… what? I know I wanted answers but now I can't seem to think of the questions. Oh! I remember, “Do you have a name? I can't just keep calling you ‘The Demon’ forever.” “I am Angel Hunter. One of many.” Whoa. That's pretty badass. “Angel Hunter, eh? That's a… strange name.” “Perhaps to you. Angels, with the exception of Archangels, do not have what you would call ‘proper names.’ we are named according to our purpose.” “And demons are the same way?” “Are you not aware that Angels and Demons are one in the same?” “umm… No? Why would I be aware of that?” “Are you familiar with the fall of Lucifer?” “uh, kinda? It's been awhile since I was in sunday school. Let me think… Lucifer tricked Eve into eating an apple and was banished from heaven?” “A vast oversimplification. The events recorded in the book of Genesis do not tell the whole story. It was far more than a simple rebellion, but I suppose if you stripped it down to its most basic truths you could say that the Genesis account is more or less accurate for all intents and purposes.” “Okay,” man, this is heavy stuff. “So what does that have to do with the difference between Angels and Demons?” “Simple: Lucifer and the Angels who sided with him were branded as Demons. But it is merely a name.” “Well if Demons and Angels are the same then why do you look like a shadow? Aren't Angels supposed to be more… Shiny?” “You mean like this,” suddenly she changed into a beautiful, human-looking woman wearing a glistening white robe. She looked a lot like Galadriel from Lord of the Rings. “I can appear in any form I choose. Be it an Angel of Light,” She changed form again. This time she turned into a Golden Retriever puppy sitting on my bathroom vanity. I had to stop myself from going, “Aaaaawwww.” I'm a sucker for dogs. “Or a much more innocuous form. Thanks to the advent of animation you Americans would likely be quicker to trust a talking dog than previous generations.” Then she changed back into her original, shadowy form. “But I chose to wear a darker disguise in the spirit of honesty. I did not want you to have any false notions about what you were getting into.” “Wait, you wanted me to know I was helping a demon?” “I wanted to earn your trust.” “Well you sure have a funny way of going about it!” “Oh? So you would have preferred me to deceive you? “No…” Shit, she has a point. If she had come as an angel of light and I later found out she was a demon I would've been royally pissed! “My sentiments exactly.” “What did I tell you about reading my mind?” “You cannot hide your thoughts from me. I'm merely trying to speed this along. Time is of the essence so go ahead and ask your next question. “Oh, uhh,” Damn, I hate being under pressure like this! “You said Angels are named according to their purpose. So what does an ‘Angel Hunter’ do exactly?” “I hunt demons that are beyond the reach of heaven's justice. Think of me as an angelic bounty hunter.” “If you hunt demons why are you called Angel Hunter?” I told you; Angels and Demons are one in the same.” This is going way over my head. “Okay let me get this straight: You are technically a Demon, right? “If you must make the distinction, then yes.” “And you hunt other demons?” “Correct.” “Why? What do you get out of it?” “That is a far more complicated question than it would seem. Let's just call it… Penance.” “Penance? Like you're trying to earn your wings back or something?” “No. Penance is not the same as Forgiveness.” “Well could you explain the difference then?” “Forgiveness means to pardon someone of their sins. Penance is the desire to right one's wrongs. Angels cannot earn forgiveness, but we can try to atone for our mistakes.” “Oh, so you're just doing this out of the goodness of your heart then? “Yes.” Yes? I expected her to try to sidestep that question like she normally does. It's not like her to give a simple Yes. Care to comment on my thoughts Ms. Angel Hunter? “It is true that I tend to avoid direct answers. That is because the truth is often too much to bare for the unprepared. As such I must choose my words carefully.” “Oh yeah? You think I can't handle the truth?” “There are very few who can.” Whoa. That's either some deep philosophical wisdom or total bullshit. Why am I inclined to believe it's the former? “It is often easier for humans to believe a lie than to believe you are being lied to.” “Really? Wait, no, stop trying to confuse me!” “See what I mean about the truth? It is too potent for the human mind to digest without diluting it first. That is why I must be very careful not to overload you with too much knowledge at one time.” “You mean this is what it feels like when you're holding back? I'm already hopelessly lost!” “On the contrary: I believe you've been taking all of this rather well. Only yesterday you didn't even believe in Angels. Now you are standing here in a towel having a rather calm conversation with a Demon. I must admit I am impressed. Not many can so easily accept such a drastic shift in their beliefs over such a short period.” “Umm.. thank you?” “I think you have had as much truth as you can take for now. I believe Julia will be asleep for awhile now, perhaps you should get some rest as well.” She turned to walk through… I don't know, the wall? But I reached out to grab her wrist. Surprisingly she was actually tangible so I actually managed to stop her. “Yes?” “One more question: What does Julia have to do with this? “I require her help to effectively combat the demons I hunt.” “Why? What can she do that you can't?” “It is a question of what the two of us can do together that neither could manage alone.” she put her hand on the side of my face again, “Do not worry, all will be explained in due time. Our fates are bound together; Me, Julia, and you as well.” And then she was gone. I stood there for several minutes trying to process everything that just happened, but it was all too much. I somehow managed to put my clothes on and walk myself to my bed before falling into the blissful embrace of sleep. Author’s note: Wow, that was a pretty expositive chapter! Now that we finally have a few answers I think it's time for another poll: What are some things you'd like to see in upcoming chapters? I'm having a little trouble deciding how to start the next chapter and could use some fresh inspiration.

I can't remember if I said this early, but this story kinda reminds me of Eyes Wide Open by Ted Dekker, which is one of my favorite books!

Chapter IX This could pose a problem. The demons in charge of shaping the social and political landscape of this region have done a good job of desensitized the American people to the idea of violence. As such I had thought that, while Julia would be thoroughly shocked by the horrific nature of our mission, I did not expect her to react quite this poorly to last night’s events. Not only has she repressed her memories, but she has placed all her hopes; all her coping mechanisms, upon Luc. She is not unlike a true infant with him now; completely dependant on him for emotional stability. It would certainly explain why she has fallen in love with him so quickly. This could be a blessing or a curse: If I can manage to get Luc on my side I have no doubt that I can salvage my partnership with Julia. But if he should turn against me I fear all may be lost. Perhaps it is time I pay Luc another visit. ---- When we finally broke from our staring contest I told Julia that we should take things slow at least until she was back on her feet. At first she seemed a little saddened, but ultimately she agreed it was for the best. The next hour or so went by without any excitement. I decided it might help Julia recover faster if I moved her limbs as if she were exercising. I'm pretty sure they do that for paralyzed victims in hospitals to keep their muscles from atrophying. Atrophying? Is that even a word? I'll have to add that to the list of Words I tell myself I'm going to look up but never do. Anyway I spent a few minutes on each limb. First doing the arms then the legs. After about ten minutes of that I felt as though I'd had a thorough workout so I stopped. But after a little while it seemed to be working. She could move her arms for a few seconds at a time before resting them. And when I sat her up she could lift her legs about an inch off the ground. It's a slow start, but at this rate she might even be walking by the end of the day! She also had regained most of her voice and began telling me a little about herself. Her full name was Julia Belle; She was twenty-three years old, four years my junior; she was in college getting a business degree, mainly to please her parents and because it's the "sensible thing to do." When I asked which college, she told me a name I'd never heard of. A quick google search later and we found out it was nearly eighty miles away! No wonder Julia was exhausted. Somehow we managed to avoid the topic of how in the world she ended up so far away in a stranger's bedroom with no memory of the previous night's events. Which is good, because I really didn't want a repeat of what happened last time I tried to explain it. However, I could see Julia was in a bit of a shock having learned how far from home she was, so I decided to discreetly change the subject by suggesting we watch some TV. Whether or not she realized that I was trying to avoid the topic, I don't know, but she said that TV would be great so I turned it on, sat down next to her and handed her the remote. Now that she's getting her mobility back I'm sure she'd be more than glad to do something herself for once, even if it's just picking a channel. She turned on the News. At first I was glad she hadn't picked some stupid sitcom or a "reality" show or something. But then I had the lingering fear that whatever Julia and the Demon got up to last night might very well appear on the news. But it just seemed to be the same garbage they pass off as news every day. I never watch the news. Not because I think it's all fake like one of my co-workers often proclaims, but because I already get plenty of crime, drugs, violence and scandal at school from my students. When I come home and turn on the television I'm trying to get away from all that stuff. After a little while she got bored with the news and turned on Friends. As far as stupid sitcoms go I suppose that's not nearly as bad as the swill they pass off as entertainment nowadays. Not that I really cared as long as I was next to Julia. When you've gone a significant amount of time without being in a meaningful relationship you look back on things like romantic dates, vacations together, and of course the sex, and you think that's what you miss about that person. But you forget that it's the quiet moments where it's just the two of you together doing some boring shit like watching TV at home or reading a book while the other person studies for a mid-term that really mean something. It's kind of counterintuitive: The small things are often the most meaningful yet the most easily forgotten. Huh, maybe I should write a book? We were about halfway through an episode of Friends when Julia suddenly gasps, puts a hand on her stomach, and bends forward. “What's wrong?” I ask panickedly. “Get out!” she yells back at me, her face full of terror. Before I could comprehend why she would be trying to evict me from my own living room I heard a muffled fart escape from her diaper as she began to groan. “Oh! I'll, uh, give you a minute.” and with that I ran into the bedroom like a scalded cat. Shit! Literally! As if cleaning piss wasn't bad enough! Why couldn't this have waited until she could walk? Of course, if I hadn't panicked I might have been able to carry her to the bathroom to do her business instead of letting her crap her diaper! God, I'm such an idiot in a crisis. I began pacing back and forth in my room. Okay, I can do this. I've already changed two wet diapers. How much worse could a dirty diaper possibly be? I mean sure, there's the smell, but urine isn't exactly pleasant either. Maybe I could find something to plug my nose? No, that would just be ridiculous. And I'm sure it would make Julia feel even worse than she already does knowing that I literally can't handle her stench. Julia. Here I am freaking out while Julia's the one with the problem. Sure, I have to clean her up, but she's the one who's currently sitting in her own shit, unable to even clean herself. God, that must be horrible! I can hear her sobbing on the other side of the door. Okay, now’s the time to man up. I always mocked dads who refused to change diapers. Guess I'm about to learn what makes them so afraid. I open the door and see Julia on her knees in front of the couch; her body draped over the coffee table like a limp doll. Evidently she didn't want to mess herself sitting down. I think she tried to stifle her crying as I walked in, or maybe my presence just has a calming effect on her. Either way she was now merely sniffling a little. I wonder if all that crying will stop up her nose so she doesn't smell herself as much? One could hope. I was about to kneel down on the other side of the coffee table, that's when the smell hit me causing me to briefly stop in my tracks. It actually wasn't that bad; I mean, it was bad, but not quite as putrid as I thought it would be. Not enough to cause me to gag or anything. Hell, some of my students smelled that bad half the time! Although it was usually due to either drugs or a lack of bathing rather than a loaded diaper. I sat down next to her on the coffee table. Well, best to get this over with. “Are you done?” I asked, no doubt making her feel like a toddler try to use the potty. And failing, as it were. “I'm sorry,” she said in barely a whisper. Unable to look me in the eye. I began rubbing her back, “You know you've got nothing to be sorry about. This had to happen eventually. Beating yourself up will only make things worse for both of us. Now, do you mind if I change you on the floor here? If this gets messy the hardwood will be a lot easier to clean than my bedsheets.” “*snifle* Okay.” “Good. Wait here while I get your things.” What is that, the twelfth time I've said “wait here” to a person who can't move? I realize that I just mean to say that I'll be back in a moment, but why do I still keep using a phrase that suggests she might decide to run off somewhere? When I came back with the supplies I stepped up beside her to inspect the damage. It was not pretty. The yellowed crotch of her soiled diaper was sagging much lower than any of her previous diapers. And the brown, foul-smelling load was partially visible from the outside. Apparently these diapers become transparent when wet. It's a good thing I can change her right here, because I don't think I could trust these diapers to contain her mess should I attempt to carry her into the bedroom. It looks like it could burst at any moment. I know I still have about twenty of these diapers left, but I might just have to throw them out and get some decent ones if this goes on much longer. If not for Julia’s comfort than for my peace of mind. I'm sure even the expensive brand of diapers would be cheaper than having my bedroom carpet shampooed. I picked her up and eased her down to the floor causing her to wince as her diaper squished underneath her. Then I pushed the coffee table and couch out of the way making sure I had plenty of room. What would I need plenty of room for, you ask? I don't know, I just don't like feeling crowded. I spread Julia's legs and positioned myself between them. I felt like I was defusing a bomb as I slowly reached for the tapes. Come on, Luc, don't loose your nerve! Just get it over with quickly, like ripping off a Band-Aid. I grabbed the front of her diaper and pulled it open. I instantly recoiled from the horrendous sight and smell that assaulted my senses like a roundhouse-kick to the face. Evidently the almost-entirely liquid diet if had her on has had a powerful effect on her bowels. She was coated in a thick layer of lightish-brown muck as if someone had dumped a liter of chocolate pudding down to back of her diaper. Thanks, brain, for giving me that visual! I guess I won't be having pudding any time soon. Now she's crying again. Great. I considered closing the diaper back up and calming her down before continuing, but I decided to just get her cleaned up as fast as possible and worry about comforting her later. She's done an awful lot of crying as of late, a few more tears won't hurt her. I held my breath and started wiping her down. At least the diarrhea was coming off easily enough. Now comes the hard part of getting the diaper out from under her without making a big mess. Hmm… what if… “Hey Julia, I don't know if you can, but could you try to lift yourself up enough for me to slide the diaper out from beneath you? It would make this a lot easier for me.” After adding that last part I was worried that if she couldn't manage to lift herself that she'd feel even more guilty. But, with a grunt of effort she was able to lift her butt off the ground just enough for me to remove the diaper. “Perfect. Thanks.” I balled up the diaper as best I could without getting it all over my hands and placed it as far away as I could reach. With the diaper gone; and most of the mess gone with it, the smell was much more tolerable now. I made one more pass over her crotch before moving on to her other side. “I'm going to flip you over on your stomach now, okay Julia?” I waited for her to give me the green light before trying to turn her over. Once again, have you ever tried roll a limp body on a hardwood floor? Not quite as easy as you'd imagine. Her body seemed more inclined to slide rather than flip. But eventually I managed to turn her over. As expected, her butt was thoroughly covered in poop. And the spot where she had been laying had received a few skid marks as well, although I'm sure me sliding her around was at least partially to blame for both of those situations. I wiped the floor up first so that I didn't accidentally kneel in it, then went to work on Julia. A dozen or so wipes later and she was clean as a whistle. I placed the new diaper next to her and sprinkled copious amounts of baby powder all over the inside. My plan was to flip her over, having perfected the technique, and have her land perfectly straight on the diaper. You can guess how that turned out. But after a few attempts I finally got the diaper on and taped it up. “There, mission accomplished.” I said as I cleaned my hands with a baby wipe. “That wasn't so bad, now was it?” “It was horrible.” she answered. Oh yeah, I guess it was probably much worse for her than it was for me. “Well, it's all over now. If we're lucky we won't have to deal with that again before you can walk.” “Yeah. Lucky.” was all she said. I places Julia back on the couch before gathering up the soiled wipes and diaper and carefully throwing them in the trash. I inspected myself to make sure I hadn't somehow gotten poop on my clothes. I didn't see any but I still felt an overwhelming urge to bathe. “Hey Julia, you think you'd be fine on your own for a few minutes while I take a shower?” “Umm, yeah. Sure.” “Great.” I walked over to the bathroom- “Uh, Luc?” Dear God, what now woman? “Yes?” “Thank you.” Oh. That's what now. “My pleasure.” I closed the bathroom door. My pleasure? No! It certainly was not my pleasure! If I never have to do that again it will be too soon. I shouldn't encourage all this baby stuff. The diapers and bottles are merely necessary tools to help solve an unusual problem. Nothing more. I'll be glad to see them go.

Good for you! I'm glad you're setting an easy pace for yourself like one chapter a week during the holidays. Having recently started my own story I have a newfound respect for devoted authors such as yourself. Plus as much as I love this story, spending time with your family is much more important. We'll all just have to be a little patient. No worries. I said it before and I'll say it again I would read DiaNW even if it contained no ABDL content because it's just that good and I'm sure whatever these new projects are will be amazing too.