BabyAnna

The knock on the door was loud, someone with confidence and intent. It was too late at night to be charity scammers or religious freaks, late enough that I was in my underwear, brushing my teeth ready for bed. I quickly spit into the sink, swilled my mouth clean from the glass on the counter and spat that into the sink too. Another loud knock on the door, commanding voices from outside. I couldn't hear the words but hurried to pull on a robe, made my way downstairs and unlocked the door. As I pulled it open someone outside slammed it into me, knocking me over. I looked up in shock at the man glaring down at me, a stab vest over his police uniform, his colleague pushing past him into my house and standing over me. They both paused, seemingly surprised to find me splayed on the floor. I'd put my hands behind me to break my fall, was leaning on them as I sat at an angle, my robe in disarray revealing my underwear. I straightened my legs, brought them together and sat upright, drawing my robe back over me. "What are.." I started to ask but stopped in fear as the first man pointed a weapon at me. "Stop resisting," he yelled, which made me angry. The taser in his hands stopped me responding though, and I just froze, looked up at him in confusion. His partner stepped towards me, grabbed my arm roughly and tried to pull it behind my back. They'd invaded my home, hadn't told me they were police officers, hadn't said they were arresting me so I felt no guilt about defending myself from this assault. I couldn't punch hard but a full arm swing to his nose got his attention. He fell over backwards, from shock rather than the force of the blow, but didn't let go of my arm, pulled me down to the floor with him. That turned out to be a good thing, his colleague firing his taser at where I'd been, missing, metal studs skittering off my wooden floor. He dropped it after that, leapt on top of me, pinning me face down to the ground. "Assaulting a police officer?" he asked, "You're under arrest for that." He told me my rights without moving, my arms ineffective against his weight across my shoulders, his partner getting up and turning to look at me. "That hurt," he said, "You're lucky we don't put you in hospital. Injuries received while resisting arrest." His partner, still kneeling on me pulled my head up with my hair, making me gasp with pain. "But we can't let you get away with it, even after you've flashed your underwear at us. Very pretty but that won't save you from a spanking." My eyes went wide at that, and I started protesting. "You can't do that! That's assault. I want a lawyer. No! No, stop!" Those last comments were in response to them dragging me over to my coffee table, putting me in a kneeling position at one end and pulling me face down over it, my chin ending up on the wood as they used their handcuffs to fasten my wrists to the legs at the far end. I was vulnerable now, limited movement and my bottom raised in the air. The table stopped me lowering it so I raised my legs, bent them at the knee and tried to use my feet to protect myself. This seemed to amuse them, but as one of them pulled my knees back to the floor the other drew the belt out of its loops on my robe. He used it to loosely tie my thighs to the table legs, enough to prevent me raising them again. I felt my robe being lifted, exposing my cotton underwear. They weren't granny pants but they were comfortable for sleeping, ordinary high waist briefs with soft lace panels at the sides. It meant my rear was well covered, but thin cotton doesn't offer much protection against a hard slap. The first one shocked me, made my whole body jerk forward, my elbows bending in an automatic attempt to block the pain. That made the cuffs dig into my wrists, additional discomfort but barely noticeable to the pain from behind. Even as I gasped and begged them to stop another slap landed, this one entirely on one buttock. I collapsed against the table, knowing I couldn't stop this, realising they weren't going to listen to my pleas. The spanking continued, 2-3 seconds between each hit, the man taking his time to aim and get a good swing in. I could turn my head enough to see he was using his hand but that hurt enough, his muscles rippling with each strike, and I was in tears from pain and humiliation long before I lost count of the blows. "Keep it even," said his partner, "You want a nice consistent red glow across the whole area. She won't be able to sit comfortably no matter which way she leans but there'll be no bruising, no evidence of this." There would be evidence. The red soreness would take a while to fade, I could get photographs that showed the abuse they'd meted out. I didn't tell them this, didn't want them doing anything to prevent it, just sobbed and waited for it to finish. I don't know how long it took. They didn't taunt me, didn't count the strokes, didn't even try and fondle me while I was lying there helpless, just delivered a firm and thorough spanking. After it stopped I heard them moving through the house, opening drawers and cupboards. The few times I could see them they seemed to be searching for something. They weren't taking anything though, left things where they found them, closed the cupboards after looking inside. "What are you looking for? Why are you here?" One of them walked up, crouched down in front of me. "We've had reports of a lady running into the street to pick up broken glass bottles." I looked at him in confusion. "Glass bottles? Where did they come from? What's wrong with picking them up? Why are you doing this to me?" He grinned, gave me some more information. "The suspect wore just a t-shirt and an absorbent medical brief." "A what?" I asked. "A diaper," he said, "Like a baby would wear." I suddenly realised what had happened. "Oh! You've got the wrong house," I told him, "You want Diana. She wears diapers." "How would you know that?" asked his partner from behind me. He himself just smiled. "Oh, we were at her house earlier," he said, "She was polite, didn't try and break my nose, didn't need a spanking." As I looked at him in distress he continued, "No, I think we've found our culprit. You're the little diaper girl that goes out improperly dressed." I knew about the local clothing ordinances but had never breached them. "But I don't wear diapers," I told him, "There are none in the house. I don't need diapers." "Oh?" he asked, "We'll see about that." A gentle pat on my already sore bottom made me tense up, a sharp intake of breath drawing a chuckle from the man in front of me as he stood up. I heard them both leave the room, seemed to hear them leave the house so I tested the cuffs, tried to see if I could free myself. I'd made no progress by the time they came back in, a large canvas bag thudding onto the floor beside me. "You don't need diapers, hmm?" asked one of them. The one I'd punched. "We have an easy test for that." I twisted my head around, an uncomfortable strain on my neck and shoulders as I tried to look at what he was doing. He pulled something from the bag, plastic, a hose hanging from it. "Fill this up," he instructed his partner, "try and get the water warm but not hot." "Ah hush," said his partner, "I've done this before. You want soap in it?" "No," was the reply, then more quiet mutterings as they moved into the kitchen together. I wasn't a fool. I knew what they were planning but couldn't see a way of stopping it. One of them came back into the room so I tried anyway. "Please, this is all a mistake. I'm sorry I punched you, but you've given me a spanking so we're even. Let me up and I'll help you arrest Diana." He pulled something from the bag as I was speaking, then drew a knife from his belt. I heard it slide from its sheaf, turned to see my fears confirmed and for the first time that night screamed, a full lung cry of terror. A hand over my mouth reduced the noise, my lungs emptying ended it. He didn't seem happy. "That was uncalled for," he said, "I'm not going to cut you. But we can't have that happening again." He fished back into the bag, pulled out something with lots of straps, held onto something almost hand sized by a ring. I knew what it was too. "No, please. I'll be qui.." I didn't get to finish the sentence; he took advantage of my open mouth to plug it, something thick and pliable pinning my tongue to the floor of my mouth, stopping me bringing my teeth together, effectively gagging me. In front of my lips was a thin plastic plate, the straps coming off its edges, and he brought those back behind my head where I heard the clip of small clasps. A pulling sensation and the straps went taut, holding the gag in place without his involvement, stopping me spitting it out. "Oh, how sweet," said his partner, back in the room, "Such a darling pacifier." The knife got used then, slicing through my underwear. Bra straps first, then the back, cutting through next to the clasp he could just have unfastened. Then the blade ran along my hips, cutting through the cloth there before the cotton was pulled away from my bottom, tugged out from beneath me. "Oh, nicely done," I heard, "that's a beautifully even red." Hands on the still stinging flesh made me gasp behind my gag, a gasp that turned into a stifled squeak as they pulled my buttocks apart and something cold and wet came into contact with my firmly clenched rear exit. "Look, we're using lube," someone told me, "but this will still hurt if you try and resist. You don't want permanent damage so just relax because it's going in whether you want it or not." I knew he was right but couldn't relax. I didn't want the pain, definitely didn't want damage but also didn't want to help them, couldn't make myself complicit in my own violation. I think he knew that, and launched a series of attacks on my body. Small slaps, tickles, poking and prodding me on my hips, my bottom, my back, my thighs and, presumably his partner, my feet. I writhed in respond, trying to escape the torment, muffled yelps barely audible from my gag but it had the desired effect, I lost my concentration and stopped clenching. It was only a moment but the constant pressure to invade was ready and before I could hold back something was inside me. I'd never allowed a man back there, wasn't familiar with the sensations of something going the wrong way, couldn't stop its progress even by squeezing tight. "It's pencil thin," he told me, "you're through the difficult bit already. Just need to lie there now, and we'll soon be done." Suddenly inside me a new sensation, strange without being uncomfortable. I guessed they'd opened the valve, that I had warm water filling me inside, my first ever enema. I wriggled and tried to stop it but the probe inside me didn't budge, kept letting the bag held high above me empty inside. The strange sensation got uncomfortable, a bloated feeling that ebbed and flowed, seeming to shift inside me. Then it subsided, and I felt them withdraw the probe, my bottom able to close again. I felt sure I'd need to expel the water and whatever came with it but it must have been drawn up deep inside me, no immediate need to eliminate. I tried anyway, a small squirt of water that made the two men laugh. "Don't worry," one of them said, "It'll come soon enough." "You won't want it to though," the other warned. I started to understand why as they loosed the belt around my thighs and undid the handcuffs, helping me stand up then forcing me to sit naked on the floor behind the table. They'd put something on the floor, soft and yielding and looking down I could see it was a diaper, abnormally large, surely too big even for an adult. One of them held my wrists above my head and used them to pull me prone on my back as the other knelt between my knees. He pulled the front of the diaper up between my legs, then tight against me, forcing my thighs even wider apart. It was several inches thick but a little thinner where the front overlapped with the side panels he'd brought up around my hips and waist. I could see him using a strange device that he put either side of the overlapping material before pulling on a trigger. A loud snap and he repeated the exercise lower down, then moved to the other side. I could see a metal bar at the top and bottom of the diaper on the side he'd done, it must be a staple gun of some form. Two more snaps and I was wearing a diaper I'd need tools to remove. Unable to voice my distress I gave up making babyish gurgles from behind my gag and just lay there sobbing, but he hadn't finished. Something white with pink lace was pulled from the bag, an odd thing for the police to be carrying. Because of course, I thought sarcastically to myself, pacifiers and diapers are normal equipment. He shook it out, showed me the inside before reaching down and putting my feet through holes in it. It was a pair of panties, thick plastic covered with thin white cotton, the legs and waist lined with the delicate pink lace. On a baby it would be adorable but I wasn't a baby, didn't want it on me. He didn't care, pulled it up my legs and then used them to lift my hips from the floor. His partner let go of my wrists then, reached forward and tugged the panties up over the diaper I'd been fastened into. The waistband was pulled tight somehow and I heard a click. "There, all locked in, snug and secure. That'll stop you leaking," he told me but my mind was on other things. For the first time since I threw a punch my hands were free and the knife he'd used to cut my underwear off was within reach. I sat up, stretched for it and got immediately tackled back to the ground. "Good girl," said the man now on top of me, "I respect that so I'm going to be kind and assume you just wanted to cut your diaper off, rather than try and stab either of us." I looked at him, the tears hiding any response I might have made, the gag stopping me verbally telling him whether he was right. I wasn't even sure, I hadn't planned that far ahead. "But we can't have little girls playing with knives," he said. Taking one of my arms he held it firmly in position as his colleague pulled something onto my hand. It was a mitten, soft against my fingers but unyielding, not letting me use my thumb or bend my fingers into a gripping position. I could curl them but only behind the padding that kept the outside smooth, making my hand useless. It was buckled into place, making it impossible to remove without using my other hand, or maybe my teeth. They were already out of commission, the plate on the pacifier gag stopping me biting anything, and soon my other hand was too, a mitten of its own buckled into place, leaving me entirely helpless. "Now," said the one I'd punched, "We've already told you you're under arrest so we're going to have to take you in. We can take you naked like that or we can put this on you." He held up a t-shirt, envelope fold shoulders suggesting an adult version of a baby's top. Then I realised it wasn't just a t-shirt, it would fasten between the legs, an actual baby's onesie big enough for me. I sighed. It was infantile in every respect but it was still better than being naked, the diaper on show, my breasts hanging free and visible to everybody. I held up my arms so he could pull it down over my head, then let them help me stand up and stood passively as it was fastened below my crotch. As he let go the material he was stretching settled into position, my shoulders pulling it up against the diaper, holding it snug against me. "Now, we'll take you to the station," he said, "but if you arrive in a messy diaper they'll immediately transfer you to the Daycare Institute." I looked at him in horror. The Daycare Institute was for people deemed incapable of looking after themselves, someone arriving in a messy diaper would be assumed entirely incontinent and kept diapered - even against their will. "Yes, they'll keep you in diapers," he said, smirking at my expression, "and if you try to remove them, well, you're already wearing the mittens." So that's where he got these horrid things from! "You can complain, but you wouldn't be there if you were considered mentally competent," he said, "so they'd find a way to keep you quiet." "I hope you're comfortable in that pacifier gag," said his colleague from behind me, "Could become a common thing for you to wear." "It's ok," said the first man, "You can demonstrate you don't need diapers by keeping them clean." The second one spoke again, "Although how you do that when you're kept in them permanently I'm not sure." He chuckled, "I'm sure you'll figure it out." "Of course, you might not end up there," said the first one again, taking my arm and leading me from my house, "All you need to do is keep your current diaper clean until we're at the station and can remove it. You told us you don't need diapers, this shouldn't be a problem at all." I thought furiously. I couldn't complain about their treatment with a gag in, and if I messed myself that wouldn't be removed until I reached the Daycare Institute. They'd ignore my complaints, tell me to hush and be a good girl, or I'd get gagged again. They'd keep me in diapers either way, which gave me just one choice: I had to avoid messing myself. I winced as they sat me in the back of their police van, a strange reclined seat with a five point harness. It was padded and comfortable but sitting on my spanked bottom was uncomfortable even with the padding of the seat and my diaper. I shivered in fear. My diaper, the first of many if I didn't keep it clean, and.. that enema finally wanted back out. "How far to the station?" asked the one strapping me in, my mittened hands unable to release the harness that held me snug in the seat. "Only about five miles," said his colleague, getting behind the wheel, "but they'll have started works on Main Street by now, I figure we'll need to go around the back." "Oh, that's annoying, that's quite a detour. Does that mean we'll have to take the unpaved road?" "Sure will," said the driver, pulling away from the kerb. Twenty minutes later we reached that unpaved road. Twenty minutes of mental torment caused by increasing physical torment and distress, my innards demanding a release I didn't dare offer them, the consequences of letting go too horrific to contemplate. Already I knew that I was holding on only through sheer willpower, the slightest relaxation would cause a foul smelling deluge into my diaper, condemn me to spend the rest of my days in a padded daycare prison. "Last mile and we'll be there," said the driver, giving me momentary hope. Then we hit the unpaved road, a sudden bump jolting the van, and..

As I stood up we both saw the wet patch where I'd been sitting. I shrugged, it was his sofa and the leather would wipe clean easily. He didn't take it quite as well. "Bad girl! You leaked on my sofa. I'm going to spank you for that!" An interesting proposition, another escalation in our relationship. Except his approach didn't look like a spanking, it looked like a roundhouse punch to the head, his open hand the only concession. He was too slow, telegraphed it too far out. I swayed, ducked, stepped in towards him. A hand hold here, grab his shirt there, twist and follow him down. His weight did the work but I needed to follow up. That proved easier than expected, the fall fortuitously winding him. Saved me having to strike his sternum to keep him down, break one of his ribs. I knelt over him, my leaking diaper leaving wet spots on his shirt, and took his knife from its sheath. It was a good knife, a proper tool with a handle that had been worn in but the blade was sharp, cared for. I like that in a man, and it matched the little else I knew of him. It didn't stop me holding it to his throat as he gasped, trying to get air back into his lungs. "Look arsehole, YOU put ME in this diaper," I told him, "You chose not to change it when I'd clearly used it. You chose to keep me in it until I risked a rash, until it was guaranteed to leak. That doesn't make me a bad girl, that makes you a terrible father. YOU do not blame ME for this. Is that clear?" He looked at me in confusion, uncertainty on his face for the first time since we met. It was cute in a way but I preferred him in dominant mode. I needed an answer first before I could reset that. "Do you understand?" I repeated, frowning at him. I think he would have nodded but the knife was there. His knife, against his throat, probably distracting him from what I was saying. I didn't care, this was an important setting of boundaries and he needed to know that I had them, and that he couldn't cross them. "I got it," he said, regaining control of himself. "So what now?" I let him regain control of the situation, put the knife on the floor beside him, got off him and took a few steps back so he could get up. "Now I think I need a change," I said, "before I leak even more." He stood there looking at me, re-evaluating our relationship. He looked curious as he said, "You could have done that any time." I nodded. "When you kidnap a young woman out jogging, drag her into your van, use a knife to threaten her, tell her to strip naked and then diaper her, you might want to research whether she's on the college Judo team. I represent State." He sighed. "I didn't want to hurt you," he said, "but.." I didn't need this conversation. Not now, perhaps not ever. I'd already worked out whether I was in danger, knew he was at far more risk than me. So while he was starting to speak I'd turned my back on him, gave him a good view of the leaking diaper, of how it was suddenly expanding even further, pressure from the inside as I emptied my bowels. The internal relief was palpable but the real joy was when I turned back, saw the shock on his face. I think he'd expected a fight before I'd do that. I gave him a problem anyway, crouched down and let myself fall backwards, squishing the sodden smelly mess as I landed straight on it. "Is Daddy going to give me a change? It's yucky." I pouted at him, gave him the chance to resume his authoritarian role. Just without the physical abuse. Although, as he approached me and took my hand, started to lead me to the yoga mat he was using as a changing mat, I gave him a treat. "I'm sorry I was a bad girl and called Daddy an arsehole. Is he going to take me over his knee and spank my cute bare bottom as a punishment?" He stiffened at that, pausing his walk, looked at me wide eyed. This relationship wasn't panning out the way he'd anticipated. I thought he'd like it more, gave him a knowing nod that he was ok. His response let me relax again, focus on making this fun. "Of course, we can't let little girls be naughty now, can we. But let's get that cute botty clean first. Come on Sweetheart."

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Wearing a diaper to a job interview is kind of unusual. I get that. I keep it hidden from the interviewer; easy in these times of video interviews, nothing below the waist visible on camera. Even if something goes wrong, the camera slips or I have to stand up, my dress hides it anyway. Why do it? It's relaxing, comfortable and weirdly by being a distraction stops me getting distracted by other things, which means I focus more on the interviewer. Usually a few minutes in I've forgotten I'm even wearing one. Of course, that only works if it's clean and dry. So I planned ahead today, had a drink, went shopping, came home, made sure I used the toilet even though I didn't feel the need, made coffee. Well under two hours to the interview, a freshly emptied bladder, time to get properly padded up. Today the plan went wrong. Still 40 minutes to the interview and my bladder suggested some quick relief. I ignored it; I read somewhere that your thinking is a little sharper with a full bladder, the urgent signals from your body making your brain work more effectively, try and complete its current task so that you can go and seek relief. Sure, I may start needing to go mid interview but nothing I can't hold, no worse a distraction than if I didn't have the diaper on. I did my make-up, subtle and professional, changed into my dress, a hidden onesie holding my diaper securely in place beneath, skipped the nylons and shoes. Nobody would see my legs anyway. Just a few minutes to go and.. my bladder started screaming at me. I'd been drinking more water than normal, needing to go frequently, so this maybe shouldn't have been a surprise but this was urgent, something I couldn't hold for more than a few minutes. The sort of pressure that sharpens your mind but also gives it a singular focus: relieve your bladder. Well, wearing a diaper the choice is obvious, isn't it. Except I didn't have time to change before the interview started. Could I sit through 40 minutes of selling my professional skills while wearing a wet diaper? Did I want to? Could I ignore the discomfort and stay dry for that long? I should be sensible, take off the diaper, use the toilet, but I didn't want to. I hadn't put on a diaper just to take it off again, clean and unused, before I'd even had the interview. I spent too long agonising over the choices, my calendar told me it was time to join the interview. Now the choices were different, starker. Sit there in pain for 40 minutes, trying to concentrate, or use my diaper while talking. Then the coffee's other effect made itself known. Strong black coffee gives me just a few minutes warning that it's finished cleansing my system and this was the first coffee I'd had for four days. My system didn't need a cleanse but the coffee didn't know that, worked its magic, left me squeezing tight to avoid an accident. Not that it would matter. That's what diapers are for. But as I looked into camera, said the right things to someone that might be my future boss, it did matter. Forty minutes to try and avoid utterly debasing myself in front of them, even though I'd likely fail the interview from the distraction. Or just accept that I wear diapers for good reason, and hope they don't notice. I smiled and spoke into the microphone, "Could I.."

"It's a leg pillow." I looked at him in confusion. "A leg pillow?" I asked, "How does that work then?" "Well, you put it between your thighs when you go to sleep on your side," he told me, "I thought it might help you sleep better." I raised my eyebrows at him but swiftly followed with a smile. His intent was good, it looked a good quality product, he'd clearly thought about it and hell, it might even work. "Thank you!" I thanked him another way too, a leisurely afternoon that eventually involved the bed. Certainly didn't involve sleep. After dinner we stayed up too late, cool evening air enticing us into a little more wine than we'd planned, some chat but mainly me with a book, him playing something silent on his laptop. I finished the book, realised how tired I was and looked over to him. "Sooo tired! Going to bed now." He looked back, nodded, returned his gaze to the computer. "I'll just finish this off then I can join you." Returning to the bedroom after brushing my teeth he was there, getting himself ready too. I crawled into bed then sat up again. "Oh! I forgot the leg pillow!" "Stay there," he told me, "I'll go and fetch it." He was soon back, the pillow in his hands. It was almost a love heart shape, curving in at the top and tapering as it got nearer the knees. The sides were concave too, clearly designed to help it stay in position between the thighs. I reached out for it but he shook his head. "Lie back, I'll help you position it tonight." I gave him a short 'I am capable you know' glare and got a 'being nice to you, just enjoy it' pout in response so lay back, rolled onto my side, adjusted my normal pillow into the right position and looked up at him as I raised the leg that was now on top. "Ready!" I told him brightly, and laughed at the look on his face. He misinterpreted my forced enthusiasm, tickled the inside of my thigh, his hand straying higher than I was in the mood for. "Just the pillow please," I told him, "I'm too tired." A soft caress as he withdrew his hand, then the pillow was put onto my lower leg, pushed up as high as it would go, and he told me to lower my leg. He guided it down with one hand, the other holding the pillow in position, but his eyes were watching me, a soft smile showing he was happy to be looking after me. It was one reason I was with him; sometimes you want to be cared for, let someone else take the initiative. It also meant that he saw the surprise on my face, a range of mixed emotions that made him laugh. "Is that comfortable?" he asked, both of us knowing that wasn't the question he was asking. I answered it anyway. "Yes," I told him, "A lot comfier than I expected. But.." My voice trailed off but he was patient, just cocked an eyebrow to show he was interested. "It feels like I have a big fluffy diaper between my legs," I told him, starting to blush. He went wide-eyed at that. "Not what I expected," he admitted, "but.." His time to hesitate. I can't cock one eyebrow so raised both, an invitation to continue. He continued. "How do you know? Have you worn a big fluffy diaper recently? I can't remember them as an infant." "I can't either," I said, avoiding his question. My blush probably answered it for him anyway. I deflected in desperation. "But it feels how I imagine one would." His look showed that he didn't entirely believe me, but he just asked, "So is it comfortable? Think you can sleep like that?" I nodded at him. "It's a bit weird," I said, "but also, I don't know. Oddly comforting." Turns out it was comfortable and did help me sleep. I remembered him pulling the covers over me, but not him brushing his teeth, climbing into bed with me, getting himself settled, falling asleep. I knew he'd done that because I heard him snoring when I woke up. It wasn't why I'd woken up. The flaw in his gift, a fundamental issue with its basic design and intent, was that I didn't just sleep on my side. I move around in my sleep and I'd rolled onto my back, filling the gap between us, my arm now caught in-between. That wasn't why I'd woken up either. The leg pillow was soft and pliable, except from front to back, where it retained some rigidity to help it hold position while you slept on your side. That meant it didn't give when I rolled over, instead becoming a fin sticking out from behind me, an uncomfortable lump I was now lying on. "Ow!" I said, waking him up. Even as that happened and I worked out the cause of my discomfort the pillow moved, my body's instinctive pain avoidance making me shift in a way that made it pop up from between my thighs. A groggy, "Uhh. What?" distracted me and I turned my head to look at him. "I rolled onto the pillow," I said, "It didn't like that." "Oh." He lay on his back a moment, thinking about it. "I hadn't thought of that. I'm sorry, are you ok?" I rolled towards him, my far arm coming over in a cuddle, my legs intentionally crossing over and entangling his. "I'm fine," I told him, "neither of us thought of that." He still had an odd expression on his face. His mouth stretched towards me for a quick kiss then he sat up, pulling the covers down. my arm falling back towards me. I started to roll away from him, back onto my back, but he caught me, motioned for me to stay still as he leaned over. As I looked at him in confusion he looked back at me, a serious expression. My brow creased, an unspoken question. "Looks like someone's wet the bed," he said, bluntly. "Come on, get out my side so that you don't have to roll back into it." Well, no prizes for guessing who he felt was responsible. We both got up and looked at the damage. The sheet was wet, the mattress below it would need cleaning and drying, and the leg pillow was completely soaked. "I.." I faltered, looking at the mess. He hugged me. "It's ok, you were asleep. Can't blame you for stuff that happens when you're asleep. I guess it worked, you were so comfortable even a full bladder didn't wake you up." "It was a good sleep," I agreed, "but that's not.. I guess my body thought it really was a big fluffy diaper." We both showered, squeezed into the bed in the spare room, left the laundry and the rest of the clean up for morning. I did that. It seemed fair, I'd caused it and even though it wasn't intended it still didn't feel fair to make him deal with the stale smell. Another night in the spare room, the unfamiliar bed giving me a very bad night's sleep. Fed up with my tossing and turning he'd asked, "Should I get the leg pillow? It'll get you to sleep at least." I didn't respond well to that. "What, and piss the bed again?" I retorted, "Plus I only sleep well until I roll over. It was a lovely thought but I don't think it's going to be the answer." He got a hug to let him know I appreciated his efforts, but neither of us slept well. The next day we both kept ourselves busy but apart. This wasn't planned or discussed, we just instinctively avoid too much interaction when we're tired and grumpy. So I didn't even know he'd gone shopping until bedtime. I emerged naked from the shower, dry and smelling clean, and saw him stood there, hands behind his back, a goofy look on his face. That got him an exasperated glare. He's good at being strong and manly, terrible at being cute and winsome. "What?" I asked, a parental patience in my voice. "I got you a new gift," he said, "Come and sit on the bed." I sat down and looked up at him. We were back in the main bedroom, the mattress properly aired, clean sheets and matching pillow cases. "This one isn't going to make me wet the bed is it?" I asked, injecting some levity to make him feel more appreciated. It was his turn to blush. "Umm, maybe?" he said, then before I could respond, "But it doesn't matter." He reached down below the bed, pulled out a cardboard box, opened it. I could see two plastic packs in there, one of them open, and he was pulling out of it an extremely large disposable diaper. "You sleep better with something thick and fluffy between your legs," he said, "but it needs to stay there and still be comfortable if you roll onto your back." I stared at him in shock. "But.. a diaper?" He nodded, and smiled, gentle but firm. "That's why it's so perfect. Comfortable padding, but also explicitly designed to handle any nocturnal leakage." I winced at that description, but couldn't argue. I didn't want to argue either, couldn't tell him that. I reached up, feigned reluctant compliance. "Come on then, I'll give it a go." He drew it out of my reach and shook his head. "Oh no. These need fitting properly. Now lie back and I'll make sure you're snug and secure." I liked the sound of that, couldn't help trying to escalate a little. "If you put me in a diaper, you have to change it." He smiled at that. "Deal," he said. Did he mean change, or remove? I wasn't sure, didn't ask. I found out the next morning when he woke me, the soft fluffy padding giving me my best sleep for months. "Come on sleepyhead," he said, "Need to get you out of that diaper before you get a rash."

Welcome to today's virtual tour of the secret Supersoft research labs. We know our customers love the Supersoft range of protective products but one question we keep being asked is 'How do you create such innovative designs?' Now, as the camera takes us through one of sixteen four-crib nurseries in the lab (one of them is even sized for babies), let's see if we can answer that. Innovation is hard work, and our team of research scientists are always exploring new idea, designing new technologies and doing the exhaustive testing that assures the satisfaction of all our customers. The product testing often takes place abroad, helping enrich our International neighbours while offering rehabilitation programmes for their unfortunate prison populations. They relish a chance to perform public service and prove the safety and security of Supersoft products, something that's also created some new global markets for us; the testers frequently become some of our best repeat customers. Here you can see some of our remarkable 3D printing machines. They're fully configurable and can print soft flexible plastics, electronics and inject chemical medicants inside the printed designs. We haven't got absorbent padding incorporated yet but a simple print, layer, print process allows premade padding to be inserted in all the right places. Our research engineers help directly with the testing too! The lab is fitted with Supersoft Simplechange on every floor, and as a staff bonus we offer qualified care assistants to all staff that might need them. Everybody joining the lab gets a chance to experience Supersoft Fluffies first hand on their very first day working for us, and although many people prefer Supersoft Eco-Gaia or even Supersoft Velvetsafe we've been delighted that absolutely everybody has loved the products so much they've continued using them, even outside the lab. Ah, this room contains a pre-production Supersoft Simplechange. Fully operational it merely lacks the casing on our customer products, allowing our engineers the access to further refine and develop the product. Of course everybody is welcome to use it, although engineers are asked to leave a note if new features haven't yet been fully tested. That touches on product safety, which is of course paramount to us too. The rigorous testing assures our customers receive only the finest modern protection with no risk to them, but we also value the safety of our staff too, and take care of them when the worse happens. For example an earlier test model of Supersoft Fluffies over-stimulated the urinary reflex, resulting in what has proven to be a sadly permanent incontinence in the unfortunate lab technician testing it. We've given her a free lifetime supply of Supersoft and she continues to do exemplary work for us, for instance testing Supersoft Velvetsafe. That product's amazing attractive force even managed to stop her attacking the Supersoft Fluffies Chief Scientist when he visited her part of the lab! This floor in the labs is our in-house data centre. Providing the heating for the whole building these computers are hard at work processing all the important telemetry captured by Supersoft products that let us monitor their success in the lab and across our whole customer base. The Fluffies Superapp provides only anonymised data that lets us understand the frequency and extent of product usage, allowing us to better meet the needs of our customers and make changes that boost Supersoft success. This is where we discovered that some customers were going several hours without a change, something we've addressed through strengthening the medicinal coating in Supersoft Fluffies, assuring the product is fully used long before a rash can form. Not all Supersoft inventions make it to market. We'll close the tour by taking you through the in-lab museum which demonstrates early variants and the completed versions of all of our products, and highlight some of the exhibits for which development has been paused. - Supersoft Glitterbottom, a glitter bomb suppository to make changing time sparkling fun for everybody. Uncertainty over market acceptance (following feedback from horrified carers) has deterred us from resolving outstanding issues around clumping; we do however still feel a proper spread of glitter throughout a fully utilised Supersoft padded protection product would be popular. - Supersoft Squidgypants, a range of shorts and trousers with built-in padding that give the wearer the feeling of sitting in a wet diaper. Our carers tell us that Supersoft padded protection products look so comfortable they're always tempted to try them, but would like a more easily removable garment that lets them experience the comfort without losing continence. Our customer service team are doing a stellar job of instead encouraging carers to give the original Supersoft products a try themselves, as the authentic experience just can't be faked. - Supersoft Strap-on, so that your partner can experience how deeply you love them without needing to remove your diapers. While demand has been high for this and related products this would detract from the Supersoft brand, so we've sold our research findings to our sister company Sexysoft. - Supersoft Suckle, an adult alternative to a pacifier that provides mental comfort and security, available in a range of flavours. Another highly demanded product we think this is a very serviceable and comfortable offering but one that would be better suited to a less innovative brand in the market. We just haven't been able to bring the special magic that differentiates Supersoft and creates such impressive demand for our products. - Supersoft Supersize, an astonishingly large protective garment that swells on use to gargantuan proportions. Early experiments sadly resulted in unfortunate test subjects suffering hip dislocations and other injuries from the forced spread, making this entirely inappropriate for consumer use. We have had some interesting approaches from certain foreign regimes regarding use of this as part of their crime control programmes, but we couldn't possibly allow our products to be used like that under the Supersoft branding. - Supersoft Twinkleeyes, special spectacles that filter all but the primary colours, reducing the strain on tired eyes. Development of this product was going superbly until the marketing research pointed out that our target demographics would prefer to achieve the same outcome through consumption of tasty alcoholic beverages. - Supersoft Stodge, a range of delicious filling foods that'll leave you satisfied and sleepy. We're still working on the unfortunate side effects, like the body eliminating the digested food while you sleep, although one of our scientists is trying to convince us that this creates excellent cross-sell opportunities. Stay in touch to see if this one reaches release status. - Supersoft Merkinvisible, the new super absorbent diaper that when dry looks like an adult woman. Choice of Brazilian, Trimmed or Unhinged looks, and optional camel toe moulding for those daringly tight leggings. Particularly popular with trans girls, as it gives them the look they desire while avoiding awkward encounters in public restrooms. Sadly testers were horrified as their sleek adult form bulged when they wet, leaving them with obvious infantile padding that was disturbingly hairy. - Supersoft Sorbantskirt, a padded waterproof skirt that lets you sit in comfort while ignoring any unfortunate leaks, whether it's a daily or more periodic occurrence. Sadly this product proved incapable of securing a standing wearer and our healthcare advisors highlighted that it did nothing to prevent wandering fingers - or, when other people were involved, wandering other body parts. Supersoft could never release a product that doesn't offer full security and protection so sadly this one won't reach market. Well, we're back at reception and my partner's just told me that the Fluffies Superapp has told her I need a change. I hadn't even noticed, but I hope you enjoyed the tour and come back another day when we can explore the special induction events we hold for our new hires. Until then, goodbye and stay safely padded!

It was a mature, experienced audience. They knew this piece was normally danced with short stiff tutus, the ballerina's leotard the only thing hiding her underwear, keeping her decent. So nobody strained to look as she came out onto the stage, graceful movements and fast precise spins, perfect poise accentuating the music. Until a whisper started, down at the front, by the orchestra. In a ripple the whisper spread out to the edges of the seating and back through the rows. As it spread necks were strained, heads ducked, people made unseemly attempts to see up her skirt. Exclamations could be heard, shock from the mature audience, astonishment apparent. The orchestra could hear the commotion, were close enough to hear the words themselves and turned, looked up at the dancer above them. Their angle offered a clear view, and some of them stopped playing, too surprised to remember to keep going. That was enough, the rest of the orchestra fell into musical silence, the music impossible to continue without the full ensemble. On stage, the ballerina stopped dancing, heard the comments from the orchestra, turned to face the audience. Hands resting on her waist, elbows bent outwards she frowned. "Really?" she said. Nobody could hear above the general hubbub but that died, everybody wanting to hear what she had to say to them, curious and fascinated. "I mean, really," she said, "Haven't you seen a woman in diapers before?"

Chapter 9 "Day Four," reiterated Miriam, "is when things get real. This is the day that mental fortitude is needed. The babies experience internal conflict, they're bored of being treated as babies and experience a sense of rejection, a desire to return to their adult lives." "We don't worry about that," she said, "they're still committed to the process, force themselves through their own uncertainty. We just need to support them in this, give them subtle encouragement." Julie thought back to how that day had started. She had slept well, albeit with what was becoming a customary break in the early hours, the evening's drinks forcing her awake as her body demanded relief. Helping change the others had assured her that this was something they had all endured, Jane and Ellie no drier than she was, a lovely confirmation of Miriam's reassurance just before they'd changed for the night. Alice and Daphne had taken the other two through to the changing room, the excuse a poor joke that Julie and Sandy wouldn't be able to help get them ready for bed, as they were a little tied up right now. After they'd left Miriam had walked over to Sandy and freed her hands, telling her, "See if you can remove that pacifier," before glancing across to Julie and adding, "You can both stand when you're ready too." As both girls released themselves Miriam had continued speaking. "Alice will be telling the girls that they did well tonight, but that you're still their colleagues, and we expect them to treat you with respect," she informed them, "You've both done well too. I know this has been a very difficult evening for you but you've participated in good spirit and it's helped the whole group gain some valuable experience that I can assure you will be needed in the weeks ahead. "Take a moment to stretch your legs and then I'll take you through and we'll get you ready for bed. The other two will already be in their cribs; we want to remind them they're not adults yet." True to her word, the next time Sandy and Julie saw their colleagues they were already closed in their cribs, locked in the same footed sleepers as the previous nights, no pretence of control possible. That message of equality was repeated the next morning. They were being dressed for the day, thick grey cable knit tights covering their diapers, a short corduroy skirt and a knitted cardigan, fuzzy wool in a bright colour, each girl's different, covering the inevitable diaper shirt. As they stood and admired each other Alice spoke to them all, "Remember, last night was a one-off. You're all back on even terms now, and don't expect us to play favourites." Julie welcomed the repeated message, reassured by it, but then caught Ellie looking at her, a quick smile making it clear that where the two of them were concerned any equality was at best tenuous. She quickly looked away, unwilling to find out for sure. After breakfast they'd expected more lectures so it was a surprise when Alice had handed them over to Daphne. She'd taken them to a new part of the house, stone floors and dirty windows, and invited them to try on Wellington boots. Julie found a pair that almost matched her jumper, a royal blue in rubber reaching almost to her knees. "You've been stuck indoors for days," explained Daphne, "so this morning you get a break from the training. This estate has some lovely grounds so we'll all go out for a walk, and if you promise to behave we wont make you wear reins." "Reins?" asked Julie in confusion. Ellie turned to face her wearing a wide wicked grin as she held up some straps that Julie realised were part of a chest harness, something you'd use to control an unruly toddler and stop it wandering off. Julie went pale, worried she'd be put in the device, unsure she could resist if Ellie insisted. "No Ellie," said Daphne, "I think Julie's going to behave for us today." Julie nodded in agreement and promised, "Yes. Please, don't make me wear that." Ellie cocked an eye at her, causing Julie to change tone and beg directly to her, "Please?" With a gentle smile Ellie turned and put down the strapping, then perked her head up and moved into a side room Julie hadn't explored. She returned pushing an oversized stroller, clearly able to seat an adult but following a classic stroller design, restraining bar, five point harness and a hood. She tilted her head and looked at Julie quizzically, an invitation Julie didn't want to accept. Daphne laughed but also chastised Ellie. "Stop teasing the poor girl," she said, "or maybe we should put you in there?" Ellie sniffed contemptuously at the idea, making sure not to look at Daphne as she did so, avoiding the personal challenge. She wheeled the chair back into the side room and rejoined the group looking unashamed with her antics, finding Julie arm in arm with Sandy as they left the house through a large door. They crunched their way down a gravel path, wellies unnecessary in the warm autumn day, the ground dry and weak sunlight filtering through the canopies of trees lining their way. Julie hadn't seen much of the grounds as she'd arrived, the main drive passing through short cut pastures, the odd tree sheltering sheep and cattle as they grazed, uncaring of the passing taxi that had dropped her at the door. Now they were at the rear of the house and she found herself enchanted by the extensive gardens, their formal design supported with obvious care, neat borders and pruned hedges interspersed with stone statues and small decorative ponds. "Oh, this is lovely," said Jane, "come here Ellie, look at these flowers." They left the main group, admiring a crocus bed, large dahlias flowering behind, a symphony of colour. Alice had joined them and stood speaking with Daphne, watching the two girls, content to let them wander. This left Julie and Sandy in relative peace, and Sandy took the opportunity to share some misgivings. "Oh Julie," she said, "I'm worried." Julie looked at her in concern, took a hand and walked through the garden with her. "Are you OK?" she asked, cursing the stupidity of the question even as she spoke. Sandy didn't seem to notice. "I don't think this is right," said Sandy, "I mean, the whole process." Julie tried to reassure her, as she had the day before. "We had this chat yesterday," she reminded Sandy, "I agree, it's really weird. But it's only for a week." "No," said Sandy, "That's what I mean. I don't think it's going to end. Last night, they.. I.." She stopped walking, turned and faced Julie and took her other hand. "I don't think we'll be allowed to become adults again," she said fearfully. Julie laughed, caught herself, forced an expression of sympathy and understanding. "Sorry, I shouldn't laugh," she said, "it's just that.." She thought quickly, admitting to herself that at times the previous night she'd been a bit unsure herself. This wasn't the time to share that with Sandy. "We're back on an equal footing with the other two," she said, "Miriam told us last night and Alice said it again this morning." Sandy nodded, but still looked unconvinced. "But.. they turn adults into babies," she said, "and we're making it easy for them." "This wont help," said Julie, intending it to help, "but you're being paranoid." She offered some evidence, "They can't just kidnap us, turn us into babies, sell us to some rich foreigner. People would notice, your family would miss you." "I haven't got a family," said Sandy, "but I guess they don't know that." Julie was shocked, and pulled Sandy close, giving her a hug, "Oh Sandy, I'm sorry." she said, "but you do have friends." She decided to concentrate on Sandy's immediate concern. "Daphne's quite new, she must have been through this process." Julie had forgotten to ask when she had the chance but made a mental note to follow up with her. "Anyway," she continued, "they wouldn't tell babies so much about the business. Think about all the things they've shared with us, none of that makes sense unless we're going to work with them. This is just a week long induction, and we'll have to go to work in a boring business suit next week." Sandy drew clear of the embrace and looked at her friend. "You're right," she said, "I'm just being silly." She brightened up a bit, letting Julie's reassurance clear her concerns, wanting to believe what she'd just heard. "Anyway," she said, then in her more normal loud happy voice, "It's such a gorgeous day!" She skipped away from Julie, leaving the formal garden and heading up a grass slope behind. Julie laughed, saw the others also chuckling at the now happy girl. In a way, she thought, it was almost a shame. Sandy did seem to be very good at being a toddler. As a group they left the garden, following the merrily skipping girl. As she reached the crest of the hillock Sandy turned, her face filled with delight, the sun behind her lighting her red hair aflame. She opened her mouth to tell them something but was interrupted by a surprised Jane, "Oh! You look beautiful!" Sandy's words didn't reach her lips but her mouth stayed wide as a deep blush on her cheeks tried to match the glow of her hair. She recovered and deflected the praise, "Oh. No," she said sadly, "I have freckles." She brightened a little, "But thank you. And come and look!" Ellie and Julie shared a quick look. Sandy must be a late bloomer, entirely unaware how she could now outshine other women, command the attention of every man in the room with just a simple smile. Clearly they'd have to take her out after the induction was over, find some male company with which to demonstrate this. For the moment Ellie and Julie walked up to join Sandy and saw the source of her excitement. In front of them stretched a reed lined pond, fed by a stream at one end, overflowing a small dam at the other. Geese and ducks were already swimming over to greet them, a cacophony of excited honks and quacks, expectations apparent. "Oh, if only we had some bread," said Julie then turned at a tap on her shoulder. Alice stood there, her big smile at Julie's words explained as she invited Julie to look into the bag she held. "We do have bread!" exclaimed Julie, taking two slices from the bag and, breaking them into small pieces, throwing them to the eager birds. All six women stood there for a while, happily feeding the birds, an ageless activity they could all enjoy. Half an hour later they had found a stone gazebo, the main house looking small in the distance and, on the other side, a view over a valley, green grass and yellow trees, a muddy river by a grey road winding into the distance. Alice and Daphne made excuses, left the girls there. "We'll trust you not to wander and get lost," said Alice, "and please come back in time for lunch." The other three had sat on the grass, enjoying the warm sunshine but Julie sat on a bench in the small structure, a chance to think through things. She was glad she'd been able to reassure Sandy, but also looked forward to the induction week reaching its end. It wasn't even whether she was enjoying it, Julie just knew she didn't want to use her diaper, was already starting to feel uncomfortable but holding back, keen to avoid walking back to the house needing a change. Despite that she felt strangely embarrassed by her reluctance, worried that she wasn't conforming to the spirit of the induction, embracing the chance to learn how the adults her new employer turned into babies really felt. It didn't occur to Julie to discuss this with the others, find out that they had similar feelings of guilt and uncertainty. Instead it was only hearing Miriam's words the next day that finally helped her realise that she'd been experiencing precisely the feelings and fears that the company's babies would. However, at the time her mind had turned to other matters. Julie recalled how Ellie made her feel, the loving care, decided she needed to learn from that, understand how to give the babies she looked after that same comfort. She allowed herself the luxury of thinking about that, what she could change, what she should look out for; even if she couldn't match Ellie's instinctive response she could look to mimic it, still play that motherly role. Eventually Julie joined the others, idle chatter and lazily bathing in the warmth of the sun. With no way to tell the time Julie wasn't sure how long they'd been sat there but after a while it seemed time to head back and get some lunch. "Can we head back?" she asked, "it's lunchtime." Ellie and Jane shared an amused glance, confusing Julie. "Yes, we can," said Jane, "Come on Sandy, lets go and get you fed." Sandy said nothing in reply to that, but as she shot daggers at Jane she nonetheless stood and brushed leaves off her clothes, ready for the walk back to the main house. That walk took only a few minutes, a more direct route than their meander to the viewpoint, and they arrived back early for lunch, Alice thanking them for not being late. She gave all four girls a quick diaper check, found they were all dry and clean, and frowned at them without comment. Julie found herself blushing in response, then blushing deeper, embarrassed at being ashamed for not wetting herself. After eating they were met by Miriam, who gave them a stern warning. "You did so well yesterday," she said, "but you're holding back today." "We have a treatment that assures incontinence in our babies, avoids this problem," she told them, "be glad we don't want incontinent staff members." Miriam then looked at Julie, who shrank back a little at the attention. "Julie. You're clenching," she said, brow furrowed, her expression that of a teacher sharing an uncomfortable truth. Demeaning as Julie found that, she couldn't deny that Miriam was right. She hadn't even realised her body was enforcing the years of toilet training, straining to avoid what just three days before had been unthinkable. Miriam looked around the room and spoke again, "I'm going to take you all to the dormitory, you can enjoy a nice post-lunch nap and when we come to collect you I expect to need to change four diapers." The modesty screens were back up in the dormitory, a visible reminder of their last daytime sojourn there and, in turn, what they had done at that time. This time though Miriam did ask the girls to climb into their cribs and closed the sides after them. "All snug," she said, "Now I'll close the curtains so that you can have a snooze. But before you do, I suggest let your bodies relax and allow nature to take its course." Julie heard the curtains being drawn, the room not going completely dark but losing its glare. As she heard Miriam walk away, another fading clack of heels on wood, she decided she'd better following Miriam's advice and stop trying to deny her body. Arching her back Julie found her muscles contracting in an unhelpful way, the stress position preventing her relaxing. She sighed, rolled onto her side, found the stuffed sheep toy she'd been sleeping with and looked at it. "How do I do this?" she asked it quietly, then found her answer, her body welcoming the relaxed position she'd unconsciously adopted. As with the day before, Julie found herself pushing hard to finish, unable to bear her body's slow gentle release, hating the feel of her diaper pushing back. Her bladder also responded to her muscles' demands, adding to the heat beneath her tights and making her fear another leak. She rolled quickly onto her back and felt the warmth spread higher up her bottom, wondered if she'd flood the diaper so much it would leak at the waist. Not that she could do much about it, she reflected. Even if she managed to undo the clasp, lower the side of the crib, stand up, it would be too late, her body enjoying the chance to achieve comfort at least on the inside. Instead Julie lay there, shaking her head slightly, found her eyes closing as she relaxed, her mind calming in response to the physical repose.

"Welcome! Come through, I'll introduce you to the team." Stella followed Eden into a locker room where people were sat on benches chatting, or stood pulling on pristine white lab coats. "Everybody," called Eden, "This is Stella. Be nice, she's on secondment from Head Office to get some hands-on experience here." Various people waved or called out a greeting, and Stella waved back, "Hi everyone. Treat me like a new girl that needs teaching everything, as I don't want to be a passenger here. If I'm doing things wrong, or even just not meeting your standards, please let me know. Don't be shy." A woman sat nearby, her face lined and hiding her true age, no make-up to hide the wear and tear of a working life, laughed quietly. "Oh, don't worry about that dear. You're in the shit with us now." Everybody else laughed, including Stella and Eden. Turning to Stella, Eden gestured towards the woman that had spoken. "Lila here is very experienced, and has helped several of our new joiners get settled, so do what she says and you'll be just fine." Stella nodded and stepped towards Lila, asking, "I guess I need a hair net and a coat. Where are those?" Lila pointed at the shelves lining the far wall of the room. "I'll go and get you a coat, which you can keep in your locker. On those shelves you can find the hairnets and the diapers." Stella stopped in shock and looked at Lila. "Diapers? I, err, what? I don't need diapers." Lila smiled kindly at Stella. "We're chopping chilli peppers and hand mixing hot spices for barbecue rubs and sauces. You really don't want to be having to touch yourself when you go to the toilet, so the company provides diapers as an alternate arrangement. It's less a health and safety thing and rather more about personal comfort." Looking at her new colleagues Stella realised that many of them had an obvious bulge in their clothing that did look like they were wearing thick padded underwear. In fact, the only ones she couldn't tell were in the mid-thigh length lab coats, the draped fabric hiding any evidence that might be there. Speaking quietly Stella said, "Umm. Look, it's fine if people prefer that approach and I completely get why the men don't want to have to hold and aim, but I think I'll be ok." Her voice dropping a little more, she added, "For us girls we just need to sit and tinkle, no need to hold anything sensitive." Lila laughed and shook her head. "You don't wipe after?" she asked, but followed up swiftly with, "No, it's fine. Your choice entirely. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go and find a diaper for myself." Stella watched in amazement as Lila walked up to the shelves, pulled from a box there what was clearly an adult sized folded disposable diaper, and disappeared through a door labelled "Changing Room". On her return Lila seemed to walk a little more awkwardly, a hint at the thick padding between her legs, but didn't mention it, just beckoned to Stella and said, "Come on, let's get started. We'll get you a coat, and then I'll start you on something easy and straightforward." Stella shrugged and went with it. She was here to learn after all, and indeed that morning was a culinary crash course for her. Although her placement was to help her understand the processes and efficiency measures in detail, she needed to get on top of the basics first, and she was finding out that her approach was very basic indeed. The others didn't mind, and provided helpful hints and demonstrations from time to time, but otherwise left her to progress at her own pace. Eventually they stopped for a break, everybody clustered around a coffee machine, and Stella realised she wanted the loo first. Someone sniggered as they pointed it out to her, reminding Stella that she'd been chopping chillis for much of the morning and had various other spices on her fingers. She washed her hands thoroughly before entering the cubicle, pulled down her jeans and underwear and sat quietly thinking through how things were going. Feeling pleased with her start and glad that everybody had been so kind and helpful to her, Stella absentmindedly pulled some paper from the roll as she finished and reached down to wipe. Lila and four others responded to the screams. Two days later, still limping as she walked, Stella returned to work. She approached Lila, who looked prepared for confrontation. "I'm sorry," said Stella, "You did warn me. Umm.. Could you show me how to fit a diaper?" Lila smiled and took Stella's hand. "Come on, this will be fun."

"You've been demanding I let you prove you're potty trained for weeks," he said, "So this is your chance." Sure, he'd bought me a potty. It was far too small, but that wasn't the issue. He'd removed my diaper but made me stand astride the potty, my long legs either side, stood upright. If I relaxed now I'd wet in the potty, sure, but also down my thighs and all over the floor. I looked at him beseechingly. "I need to sit!" "Sit?" he exclaimed, "On a potty? With all those germs up against your skin? No, I'm not exposing you to that unhygienic nastiness." Oh, right. So he's willing to have me sit in my own mess, hot plastic trapping it against my skin, but join millions of other adults by sitting on an easily cleaned potty seat? Toilet seat! I sighed, his influence over my language was even invading my thoughts. He misinterpreted the sigh. "Go, or it's straight back into diapers." "If I go now without sitting I'll wet all over the floor," I said, "This isn't.." He cut me off. "Don't be silly," he told me sternly, "This potty is advertised as having a splash guard. If you can't use it properly without making a mess then you clearly aren't ready for it. I think I'd better just put you straight back into diapers." I admit, I panicked at that point. It had taken so long to convince him to let me even try and use a potty. I swiftly squatted, knees bent double but heels off the ground, enough to keep me from making contact with the potty. I relaxed with relief and let the hot stream go, looking down to celebrate my stolen success. He'd stolen my success from me, snatching the potty away as I crouched. Even as I tried to hold the flow I knew it was too late, a puddle on the wooden floorboards, growing around one of my feet. The outcome was worse than being kept in diapers. I now had a very sore bottom, and was also being kept in diapers. On top of that, his final words as he walked away carrying the potty I'd dreamed of using. "You're clearly not ready for this. I'll see if they'll give me a refund, it's unused after all. Such a waste of time. I'll order you some more diapers, it's going to be a while before we try this again."

"Ok, let's resume. This morning we covered the accident itself, and we stopped for lunch after discussing your arrival in hospital, the emergency surgery and the medical diagnosis. Are you ok to continue from there?" Denise nodded. "I am." Her lawyer looked at his notes then asked, "So when did you first discover the impact on your.." He paused imperceptibly, enough to show he was choosing his words tactfully, "Bathroom habits." Denise winced anyway. "An hour or two after the anaesthetic wore off," she said, "I suddenly had the sensation of needing the toilet and had to call the nurse. She came over, I explained and she went to get a bedpan. And.." Denise stopped speaking, clearly trying to fight back tears and took a sip of water from her glass. "Take your time," said the Judge, "We know this must be difficult for you." Nodding briefly in gratitude Denise put down her water and looked back at her lawyer. "It was so humiliating," she said, "I didn't know where to look." The lawyer paused sympathetically before asking, "And after that, how did the medical staff treat you?" "They were kind," said Denise, "they acted as though there was nothing out of the ordinary." "They didn't tease or taunt you about the diapers?" asked her lawyer, "Call you names or demean you in any way?" Denise shook her head. "No, they were very professional. I felt so lucky to have their support," she admitted. "So you have no complaints to about the hospital?" asked her lawyer, seeking a response that would let him place sole blame on her employer. "They did their best to help," said Denise, "I mean, they left me in this sorry state but it's not their fault." Her employer's lawyer scowled at that, a chance to shift liability receding away from her. Her own lawyer gave a supportive smile then continued the questioning. "After you left the hospital," he said, "did the issue change? Did it get better or worse?" "It didn't change," said Denise, "I've been like this since." She burst into tears, causing another break for some water, the Judge and her lawyer both showing patience while she regained control. "Feeling ready to continue?" asked her lawyer, and in response to her answering nod asked, "So this will be hard for you, I'm sorry, but could you tell us how this has impacted you? What it's done to your daily life?" Denise thought for a moment. "It's been horrid," she said, "I feel I've lost all my confidence. Instead of just living normally I'm constantly checking for the nearest bathroom and worrying when I don't know where it is. I'm wearing clothes that are quicker and easier to remove and replace, or a skirt I can just lift out of the way. Everything's changed." Her lawyer had expected this response, it had been her reply during their practice runs. He needed more though, and knew the question to ask. "Sorry to be so explicit," he apologised, "but what about your diapers." Denise shivered and looked at him. This time she didn't cry, but took a sip of water before responding anyway. "It's awful," she said, "I always worry that people will ask me about them. Ask me why I need them." "Do they?" asked her lawyer. "No," admitted Denise, "but there's that constant worry that they will. I see them looking at me, wondering. It makes me scared to talk to them, in case they do ask." The Judge intervened with a question of his own. "If that did happen, how would you respond?" Denise looked up at him in shock. "I don't know," she said, "I keep trying to think how to explain and, none of it makes sense in my head." "Sorry," said the Judge, "Thank you for answering, that will help me. Any further questions?" This last query was directed at Denise's lawyer, who shook his head. "No Your Honour," he said, "I think we've demonstrated the impacts on my client quite sufficiently to prove harm." The Judge wisely chose not to confirm or deny whether he agreed but instead gestured to the employer's lawyer. "Any questions you'd like to put to the victim?" She nodded at the Judge, stood up and approached Denise. "Please, tell me," she said, "and I hope this doesn't distress you too much. Do you know whether you need the toilet right now?" Denise nodded. "I can tell." "Do you?" asked the lawyer. Denise looked stunned at the question but answered anyway. "I do." "I'll be quick then," said the lawyer, "but please, help me understand. If we adjourn for a break in a few minutes will you be able to wait until then, and then successfully use the toilet?" Denise looked angry at that. "Yes," she said, "Of course I would." The lawyer nodded. "If we took another hour, maybe even two, would you be able to hold it that long?" Denise sighed at her. "It would hurt!" she protested. "I understand," said the lawyer, "but could you hold it?" Denise started to cry yet again. "Yes," she sobbed. The lawyer gave her some time to dry her eyes but then continued regardless. "I take it today isn't unusual for you now?" Denise shook her head. "Sorry, I need you to answer," said the lawyer. "No." whispered Denise. The lawyer stopped, stared at her and asked gently, "So the accident at work has, against your will or otherwise, through no fault of your own, removed your incontinence?" Denise looked at her, surprised to be given a chance to state it so clearly. "Yes!" she said, "That's why we're here." The lawyer shook her head in disbelief and spoke out to the Judge. "Your Honour, we submit that there is no case here to answer. Motion to dismiss as causing continence is not an actionable harm." The Judge waved down Denise's lawyer before he could even stand and object. "Motion denied," he said, "But since you seem to be finished, court will adjourn for, let's see, 20 minutes." The employer's lawyer looked confused by that. "Your Honour, we've only just returned from lunch." The Judge banged his gavel. "Yes," he said, "but my diaper needs changing." The Clerk spoke at that point, "All rise."

"Ha ha! Janet wet herself!" It was a bit childish for someone at college but Keith didn't stop to think about that. Theresa and Gerty looked across, saw the dark material on Janet's skirt, a humiliating puddle on the floor between her feet. "What a baby!" exlaimed Theresa, "Does lickle babby need a didi?" Gerty smirked, "Too late for that," she said, "stupid baby should've planned ahead." Janet sighed and looked at the three of them. She'd managed to hold it right through the lecture but had tripped as she left the room, couldn't help herself, ended up soaked and embarrassed. "Thanks guys," she said, "Accidents happen." "No," said Gerty, "Not to adults. You're just a stupid baby. Go and get a diaper on you stupid baby." Theresa nodded and added, "And don't think about joining us for lunch. We only have lunch with adults. Come on Keith." Keith followed the two girls, turning to laugh at Janet as he went. They got halfway down the corridor before hearing Janet call out. "Stop." "Aww, what's up silly baby?" taunted Keith, "Does wickle babby want help changing her didi?" Janet shook her head. "No. I want to put a curse on you all." The three of them looked at her in astonishment, looked back at each other, then burst into laughter. "If you ever use a toilet again," said Janet, "You will die." She turned on her heels and strode away, leaving the puddle on the floor behind her. "What the fuck?" asked Keith, "She is loopy!" The friends went to their next seminar, a final class before lunch. "I'm just nipping to the restroom," said Gerty after it was finished, "Wonder where baby Janet's got to, we should show her how it's done." The other two laughed, and Keith made his excuses too. "See you both in a minute." Theresa was fine so just stood and waited patiently. The other two didn't return. Over ten minutes later she was frantic with worry and strode into the Ladies restroom. Only one stall was in use, a horrible smell emanating from it. Standing on the toilet in the next stall she looked over the partition and saw Gerty slumped there, strangely shrivelled, the bowl beneath her overflowing with.. were those her insides? By the time she'd stopped screaming a crowd had gathered. Someone had found Keith, and their description matched how Theresa had found Gerty. The police ushered everybody out, where people clumped together in little groups discussing the strange events. Theresa stood alone in shock, both her best friends somehow dead, nobody she could turn to. A tap on her shoulder made her turn. She found Janet there, passing her a large bag. "Here," said Janet, "I guess you believe me now. You'll be needing these." Theresa took the back and automatically looked into it, confusion and shock preventing her asking questions. "Diapers?" she eventually asked, then paused. "Oh." Janet nodded. "Be a good little baby," she said, "and maybe, just maybe, one day I'll lift the curse. Now," she said, taking Theresa's hand, "Let's go and make sure you won't need to use that nasty toilet."

Everly looked into the room nervously. It had a lot of women in it, most of them in the same drab grey dress she wore, their only colour the Crocs on their feet. In amongst them were guards, white shirts and black trousers. "I can't go in there," she said, "they'll all.." She was cut short by the woman at the door. "Do you want a change or not? Wait as long as you like, you'll go in eventually. Next chance is in six hours." With a gulp Everly stepped into the room. She'd been in this diaper almost that long already, needed to get out of it, knew it would leak long before another six hours passed. It was bad enough being forced to wear one, humiliating to need to use it, but that just made it more important to her that she get out of it immediately. "It's just for transit," they'd said, "We can't stop on the way and some people can't hold it that long." They were right, she hadn't held it that long. On arrival her request for the bathroom had been met with contempt and a wry, "You're wearing it." Finally she'd finished processing, had been shown her cell, had spotted it lacked a toilet, didn't know where to find one. "An hour in here to settle, relax a little after the journey," she'd been told, and the door clanged shut, the ominous sound confirming she was trapped here at their mercy. She'd sat a while, the bare walls staring back at her, then made her bed. The mattress had a plastic cover which the thick rough sheet couldn't disguise, scratchy blankets on top, the pillow too small and smelling of soap. She sat on it, couldn't tell if the comfortable padding beneath her was the mattress or her sodden diaper. It had been a relief when the door was unlocked, opened. The guard stood there beckoned to Everly. "Time for a change, then it's dinner," she'd promised. Everly had stood and followed the guard, found the room full of others. As she entered it another guard instructed her, "Take one clean diaper and a handful of wipes." Clutching the clean diaper she didn't want she walked into the room and realised several of the other prisoners were moving uncomfortably, some even clearly waddling. A nasty smell permeating the room made her wrinkle her nose, made her wonder if she should be thankful her diaper was only wet. "Form a circle," called one of the guards, and Everly saw her fellow inmates start to stand in a wide circle around the guard. "Come on, shoulder to shoulder," called the guard, "you've done this before." Another guard walked up to her, spoke too quietly for Everly to hear. The first guard addressed the room, "Ah, I hear we have some new girls here today. Just get into the circle, I'll give full instructions today." Everly stood between two women, both around her age, but didn't speak. The one to her left did, asking her, "New fish?" "Yes," replied Everly, "Got here an hour ago. I'm Everly." "You're new fish tonight," said the woman, "behave, be nice to us and we'll see about tomorrow." Instinctively Everly shivered, but didn't respond. She was glad she had her own cell but her train of thought was interrupted by the guard giving new instructions. "Everybody, turn to the right." Turning Everly found herself looking at the back of the other woman she'd been stood beside. Glancing to her left she saw the whole circle of women had turned, were looking at the back of another woman. "Lift her skirt," commanded the guard. Everly hesitated, saw what everybody else was doing and copied, reaching forward and lifting the back of the woman's skirt, pulling it up to her shoulders, revealing her bare legs and.. a diaper. Everly wasn't entirely surprised, she'd already guessed that, but it was still something of a shock. She saw that the woman in front of her had lowered her arms again and peeked over her shoulder to see what she'd done with the skirt she'd been holding, saw that it had been fastened to a button on the back of each shoulder. Even as she found the buttons and button holes on the dress in front of her she felt her own skirt lifted from the rear, and attached to her own shoulders. Everly felt vulnerable, knew her diaper was on display, knew that someone else now knew she'd used it. The one she was looking at was wet too but that wasn't what drew her attention. The curious harness holding it in place had a lock in the small of the back, preventing removal. Now she knew why she'd been unable to unbuckle her own; it was locked onto her, stopping her removing the diaper. Three guards moved around the circle, reaching behind each woman they passed and doing something to the lock. She sensed one of them coming up behind her, felt the pressure on her back, heard a click as the buckle was unlocked. The guard moved to the woman in front of her, unlocked that buckle too, kept going. "Ok, two minutes to release the harness, remove the soiled diaper, wipe her clean and fit the new diaper," called the guard in the middle, "Raise your hand if you need more wipes - smells like a couple of you will need a few today." She laughed nastily. Everly reached behind herself to undo the buckle on her harness but before she could even reach it the woman behind slapped her arms away. "Don't be stupid," a loud whisper reproached, "Take off your own diaper and they'll put you in punishment ones. You won't even be able to walk, and that's before they give you a laxative. Trust me, you do not want that laxative. Change Trudy's diaper." Everly guessed Trudy was the woman in front of her, reached forward and undid the buckle. She looked across the ring of prisoners and saw them all in various stages of changing the woman in front, some reaching around to undo tabs, others wiping clean the area below. A couple must have worked fast, they were fastening the clean diaper in place or fitting the harness back on. She quickly undid Trudy's buckle, pulled the harness away and reached forward to release the diaper. Letting it fall between Trudy's legs she used the wipes she still held to rub down Trudy's skin, front and back. "Sorry," she whispered, "I'm trying to be gentle." Trudy turned her head, gave a quick laugh. "Good, but make sure you get me clean. I don't want no rash y'hear?" She turned back, finished changing the woman in front of her. Everly finished wiping Trudy clean and tried to figure out how to fit a diaper to the standing woman. She heard a voice from behind, offering guidance, "One leg tab first, get it snug around the leg. Then the other side, get that one snug too. Then it'll hold in place long enough to pull up to the waist, front and back, and get those two tabs sorted. Fit it well or it'll leak and you do not want to make Trudy leak." Everly agreed without saying anything, fed the clean diaper between Trudy's legs and fastened it in place as instructed. "Not bad," she heard from behind, "Now fit the harness." As she pulled the harness into place and closed the buckle Everly heard it click as it locked. She turned her head to look behind and spoke to the woman stood there watching her, "Thank you for the tips." She hesitated then asked, "Aren't you going to change me?" A cruel laugh was her response. "No change for new fish. No honey, you're going to find out why these changes matter. Nothing personal, you started good, Trudy will be happy with you for that, but nobody gets a change on their first night." Everly felt the buckle on her harness being released then immediately closed again, the click confirming she was stuck for at least the next six hours; she didn't expect relief then either. As the guard passed, checking her harness was locked in place, Everly decided not to complain. The guards wouldn't care, and it would make her some enemies on her very first day. Instead she followed the lead of the other girls, released Trudy's skirt to fall back into place and hide the diaper, and felt her own dress also returning her dignity. "Ok, dinner time," called the guard in the middle. As they left the room Everly felt a tap on her padded bottom. "Good girl," said Trudy, "You're doing well for a new fish. Stand by me in the morning, you'll be messy by then, will need a friend to clean you proper. You don't want no rash neither." "Thank you," said Everly, then fell silent. She stayed that way through dinner, was returned to her cell and lay on the bed, not wanting to flood her diaper. Knowing she'd have no choice. Knowing that wouldn't be the worse thing to happen by morning. The other women called out from their own cells, wagers on who would mess first. It was always a long first night for the new fish.

Chapter 8 The early afternoon had gone quickly, a lecture style transfer of information, too much detail for the new employees to absorb. Alice assured them that was intentional, that they were being introduced to concepts and terminology, so that they'd be better able to engage with the individual topics on future days. They stopped for a break, the girls no longer afraid of the drinks trolley, knowing that using their diapers would happen whether they enjoyed a coffee or not. Sandy had somehow found orange juice again, the others choosing hot drinks, Alice asking, "Shall I play mother," and pouring the tea for Daphne and Jane. Julie held her mug of coffee in both hands, letting it warm her fingers, watched the others from a distance while they mingled and chatted. She saw Sandy stiffen, bend her knees slightly and glaze over, guessed what was going on and looked away, not wanting to watch, not wanting to be seen watching. She looked back when she heard an exclamation, Sandy proving again she couldn't avoid turning surprise into an audible "Oh!" Sandy was stood upright again, now prodding at her romper, a look of distaste on her face. "I don't think I can sit down," she said, "I think I would leak." Alice motioned to Julie, who was stood nearest to Sandy. "Could you check please Julie," she asked, "and if Sandy's right then go and get her changed." Julie walked across to Sandy, stood facing her and smiled in mild embarrassment, an expression mirrored by the pretty face looking back at her. Avoiding eye contact but looking straight at Sandy, focussing on the nose of the slightly taller woman, Julie reached down and pushed her arms out to the side, a physical discouragement from interference. Julie reached down, felt a smooth leg, ran her hand around and up it, brought her second hand in too, palms now against the insides of Sandy's thighs. She pushed gently, a demand for greater access, and Sandy obliged, a gentle flush reaching her face. Julie could feel herself blushing slightly also, the moment strangely intimate even before she gently pulled at the elasticated leg of the romper and the diaper shirt beneath it. Using her other hand she wriggled her fingers underneath, found the diaper, reached into it, her fingers immediately sensing the wetness. Now she blushed outright, Sandy going even redder, finally looking down and away. "Come on," she said, stepping back a little and taking Sandy's hand, "Let's get that sorted." She turned, found that they'd had an audience, everybody in the room watching. Alice and Daphne had understanding smiles, Ellie had obviously enjoyed the spectacle and for some reason Jane was frowning, a curious expression on her face. Julie opted not to say anything, instead stepping firmly towards the door, pulling Sandy behind. "Meet us in the lounge when you're done," said Alice, "We're heading through in a moment." "I'm only wet," promised Sandy as they reached the changing room, then stopped and looked in surprise at Julie. "Oh! This is so wrong," she said, "'only wet', as though that's normal." Julie grinned at her. "I know, I was telling Daphne earlier how weird this is," she admitted. "What did she say?" asked Sandy, immediately curious. The girls chatted as Julie removed Sandy's sodden diaper, wiped her down and fitted a new clean one. Sandy seemed reassured that she wasn't alone in finding the whole situation strange, and that Julie was finding it difficult. Julie finished buttoning Sandy's romper and said something that further helped put Sandy at ease. "Since we're already in here," suggested Julie, "Perhaps you could give me a quick change too?" Sandy soon found that Julie could have easily survived without a change, but it did make sense to take advantage of the opportunity and she did enjoy babying her new friend. They walked quietly back to find the others, entering the lounge to the sight of Ellie and Jane sat opposite each other, Alice off to one side, Daphne apparently absent. Two other other chairs had been set a few feet apart, also facing, and Julie guessed she and Sandy should sit on those. "Welcome back," said Alice as the two girls sat down, "It's been a busy couple of days for you all so we have something different for you." "You'll recall that just before dinner on the first day young Sandy here needed some support, nearly failed induction." Sandy glared at Alice, but said nothing. Alice continued, "With our babies but also in your business career there are times a good intimidating glare will get you better results than words or actions." "There are two types. The first is what we call The Look." Alice stopped for effect, looking at her small audience, curious faces interested in the lesson. "The Look is natural to most women, and works primarily on men - of any age. I suspect you've all already used it many times. The Look doesn't require anything from the person giving it; the entire effect on a miscreant comes from their realisation that their actions haven't gone unnoticed, the reminder that it's not the expected behaviour, and that consequences can easily follow. Those consequences could be legal, managerial, financial or emotional; The Look works across all of those domains, uses their own sense of guilt and shame to correct behaviour without the need for words or further actions." They discussed the technique as a group, each girl invited to remember an occasion on which she'd used it and, harder to admit, an occasion on which it had been used on them. Alice offered some suggestions, how to make it more effective, when it was best employed and cautioned against overuse. Alice then introduced a further concept. "The Look only works when there's an implied authority," she explained, "Sometimes you need to impose your own authority on someone, use your force of will on them. This is much harder to master as it's a raw interpersonal dominance play, setting two minds against each other and establishing a strict hierarchy between you." She elaborated on the core concept, offered examples of how it could be used then covered basic techniques, ways of exerting control through non-verbal and non-violent means. The girls found it interesting, asking questions, teasingly testing what they'd learned on each other. Alice soon gave them free rein to do just that. "You're sat facing each other so that you can practice Force of Will," she told them, "I'll be here if you have questions, but look at your partner opposite, see if you can impose your will on them." Julie and Sandy looked at each other, caught each others' eyes and immediately started giggling. "Interesting approach," commented Alice, "but I'm not sure it'll be effective." The giggles subsided and the girls looked at each other again, intense staring, trying not to blink. Julie found it hard, not least because she was unsure what she was trying to achieve. She decided to start by making Sandy look away, see if she could at least force the other girl to break eye contact. Initially she got nowhere, both of them stopping with a smile every couple of minutes, the technique proving hard to learn. By the time dinner arrived Julie was feeling more confident. She could now stare down Sandy, a small but tangible advance, and a good baseline for further practice. She walked through to the dining room with the others, finding Miriam already there, stood at the near end of the table waiting for them. "I hear you've been practicing your Force of Will," said Miriam, "it's a tremendously useful skill for you to learn. I think we should test your progress." She smiled nastily, and gestured to the chair beside her. It was the same as the one at the head of the table, high arms, a built-in table on a hinge, straps hanging from the sides. "Force of Will is meaningless without consequences," said Miriam, "so you can pair up and seek to force your partner to accept being sat one of these seats, and restrained for the evening." The girls looked surprised but shrugged and accepted the challenge. Ellie walked briskly to the chair at the far end of the table and Sandy started to follow. Jane reached out, caught Sandy's arm and shook her head. "No, stay here with me," she suggested, Sandy's obeisance revealing before they'd even begun who would win that battle of wills. Julie sighed on Sandy's behalf and went to stand with Ellie. Although they'd known each other just a couple of days, already Julie considered Ellie a friend and didn't want to hurt her. Nonetheless she steeled herself, determined to win this contest. Julie made a mental commitment to be kind to Ellie after she won, show her the same care and support she'd already received so many times. As they turned to face each other Julie leaned forward a little and stared into Ellie's eyes. She focussed on projecting herself, demanding acquiescence, but immediately found herself recoiling, intimidated by the strength of Ellie's gaze. She renewed her focus, trying not to blink, not daring to look away. Ellie waited a moment, tilted her head just slightly and took a small step towards Julie. Without realising it Julie gave way, conceding the physical contest, stepping backwards in retreat. Ellie allowed a half smile onto her face, a confirmation that she was in control. Julie stumbled against the chair, knees buckling, her padded bottom landing squarely on the seat and she found herself looking up at Ellie, unable to break the gaze, knowing she had already lost. Ellie reached down and without looking away fastened Julie's wrists to the leather restraints they'd seen at the sides, then brought up a restraining strap between her legs, threaded a belt through and pulled it taut, holding Julie's waist to the back of the chair. Julie tensed her arms, testing her muscles against the bands on her wrists, found them unyielding, holding her in place. "My word," said Alice, breaking the mesmerising spell Ellie had somehow cast on Julie, "remind me not to go head to head with you Ellie. That was quite stunning!" Miriam nodded thoughtfully in agreement. "I think it's clear who the baby is in that pairing," she said, almost to herself, "no question at all." The truth of the statement compounded Julie's humiliation and, already distressed by the ease with which Ellie had dominated her, she found herself overcome with emotion. As she started to cry Ellie immediately leaned over her, drew Julie's head to her chest and gave a tight hug, holding Julie close. Her arms held by the restraints, Julie was unable to return the hug and could only sit there, feeling helpless as the tears flowed, not seeing Ellie exchange a motherly look of concern with Alice. It seemed much longer but only took a few seconds, gentle caresses on her head and back, before Julie regained her composure and pulled back a little, looking up to see a compassionate face smiling down at her. Ellie tousled her hair, turned and pulled up a normal chair alongside, ready for dinner. Through dinner Julie had found herself wondering why the winner ended up with all of the work, Ellie having to cut all her food into bite sized pieces, lift it on a fork or spoon to her mouth, wait for her to accept it and prepare the next mouthful. It must have reduced Ellie's enjoyment of her own meal, unable to feed them both while the food was warm. Ellie hadn't mentioned needing to finish her own meal after it went cold, hadn't even hurried Julie, her patience and obvious care welcome after the earlier trauma. It was only after dinner, the restraints still in place, Ellie and Jane enjoying the freedom to move around, stand up, play cards with Miriam and Alice, that Julie realised what she'd lost. She could only sit there, now fastened into a recliner, watching the more adult activity around her, suckling on the bottle of warm milk Ellie had chosen for her instead of the offered wine. Julie knew she could easily escape, her hands had been left free and the straps holding her down could be easily undone. She also knew that would be a terrible thing to do, a betrayal of Ellie but also of her own integrity. Instead she turned to Sandy, similarly bound, and asked how she was doing. "I'm bored," Sandy complained, "I need to get up. I want to move." She called out louder, across the room, "I want to move! We've had long enough, haven't we?" Miriam looked annoyed and spoke sharply, "Jane! Can you please keep your child quiet." Jane stifled a smile, and asked in response, "Of course, do you have a pacifier I could borrow?" Alice did smile at this and briefly left the room, returning with something in her hands. She handed it to Jane who examined it, laughed quietly to herself and walked to where Sandy sat. Sandy struggled against her restraints, now trying to escape, frightened into silence even before Jane reached down and pressed a large rubber nipple against her lips. Sandy resisted, unwilling to accept her new gift, until Jane placed a hand on her cheek and gently turned her face upwards so their eyes could meet. "Open your mouth," she instructed, and, having lost the battle of wills before, Sandy found herself obeying, blushing as her mouth was filled. Julie barely registered Jane squeezing the front of the pacifier, inflating the nipple inside Sandy's mouth, making it impossible to remove, quenching any sound louder than the squeaks of surprise Sandy now made. Instead she realised that she too had forever ceded control to another, looked across at Ellie in consternation and received scant comfort from the quiet answering nod, subtle and understated, affirming their new relationship. Hiding her inner turmoil Julie looked back to Sandy, seeing her cheeks slightly distended as she looked up at Jane, tears starting to form. "I'm sorry," said Jane, looking down at her captive charge, "but you'll be OK." She used her thumbs to wipe below Sandy's eyes, smearing moisture across her cheeks. "Unfortunately," she continued, "since you just tried to unfasten these straps we'd better help you stay safe." Before Sandy could react Jane knelt beside her, took one of her hands and attached a padded cuff to the wrist, holding it to the side of the chair. Sandy sagged further into the chair, offering no resistance as her other arm was similarly secured. Jane stayed kneeling there and spoke with her, subdued tones offering verbal comfort alongside the harsh physical confinement. Miriam nodded in approval and Alice leaned towards Ellie with a quiet suggestion. Ellie smiled and indicated agreement, got up from her seat and walked towards Julie. Trying hard to hide her sudden fear Julie shook her head quickly at Ellie, a barely perceptible movement conveying strong emotion. Ellie's brow wrinkled as her expression asked whether Julie was challenging her, and Julie immediately looked down, heat entering her cheeks as they turned red from the humiliating submission. She felt Ellie's hand on her wrist and looked up, saw a new amused question in her eyes but didn't dare say anything in response. Instead she forced herself to relax, accept what Ellie would do to her. Ellie looked back at Miriam and Alice, sharing her amusement with them. Miriam's smile was outdone by Alice's broad grin, but Julie missed this, having dropped her eyes again, knowing she no longer controlled her fate. Ellie lifted the wrist she held then with her other hand took the now empty bottle Julie hadn't realised she was still holding. She looked up at Ellie who finally dispensed with the subtlety and gave her an expansive smile, then bent, taking Julie's head between her hands, and touched her lips to Julie's forehead, a mother's kiss, reassurance and love. Julie looked up in wonder, emotionally confused, no chance of understanding what was happening. She watched Ellie refill the bottle, bring it back and put it gently to her lips, and allowed the nipple to enter, let Ellie feed her. Ellie waited patiently, seemed to sense when Julie's emotions were back under control and brought one of Julie's hands up so that she could hold the bottle herself. Seeing that Julie was now feeding herself Ellie stood up, tousled Julie's hair again and walked back to Alice, who with Jane was watching in rapt fascination. Julie watched her go, glad she could still move her arms but deeply confused, her gratitude for the tenderness of her treatment clashing with an inner disgust that she'd allowed it to happen. "Bravo," said Miriam softly, "Bravo."

Announcing Supersoft Simplechange, a full service personal hygiene device for home or institutional use. A remarkable invention brought to market in an attractive and affordable form Supersoft Simplechange makes changing time a quick, efficent and enjoyable experience for the lucky user of Supersoft's other products. Whether it's the first change of the day out of Supersoft Sleepwells, environmentally conscious fertilisation of the seeds in a Supersoft Eco-Gaia or traditionalist use of the original Supersoft Fluffies the astonishing Supersoft Simplechange can accelerate and simplify any change into a soft clean new Supersoft protection product. Non-intrusive sensors using a full range of optical, sound and thermal imaging sensors will identify not just the person placed on the changing area but also how they are dressed. This allows articulated tendrils and our amazing new inverted gravity fields to sensitively remove outer garments, revealing and providing access to the Supersoft product worn beneath. Special fingerprint tips to the tendrils will safely unfasten the Supersoft Eletabs, allowing the well used garment to be easily removed ready for the hygiene renewal process. Through carefully controlled heated water, tendrils tipped in soft natural fibres will effortlessly cleanse the area revealed, leaving it pristine and free from contamination. Our medical engineers have developed new Supersoft Epidermisense skin condition sensors (available at a generous discount to hospitals and specialist clinics) which will check for any signs of irritation, rashes or other unwanted issues, allowing the Supersoft Simplechange to apply a liberal coating of Supersoft Epidermovate, our new skincare and anti-rash ointment. Having provided this essential and loving care the Supersoft Simplechange will choose an appropriate Supersoft product from its internal storage hoppers and securely fit it to the willing and eager person enjoying this magnficent mechanical support service. Following this appropriate clothing will be fitted and in almost no time at all a happy clean user will be able to resume their previous activities, comfortable in their new padded protection. Obviously all of our customers are unique and individual, so the Supersoft Simplechange is fully configurable through a special version of the Fluffies SuperApp. Whether it's setting a schedule for specific Supersoft products (such as fitting Supersoft Velvetsafe ahead of a car journey or choosing a Supersoft Superstitions on that special day), specifying whether to use a scented soap during the hygienic renewal process or picking between replacing the prior clothing or a new outfit, the carer has full control. A single Supersoft Simplechange can easily accommodate programming to suit multiple different users, each with their own allocated Supersoft products and clothing preferences. One clothing option that has proven popular with our surviving beta testers is the Supersoft Supershirt, a specially designed and tailored diaper shirt that the Supersoft Simplechange will sew closed at the crotch, safely securing any daytime Supersoft product against wandering fingers or (in the event access to the Supersoft Simplechange is unavailable for an extended period) sagging due to extensive use. The stitching can be easily unpicked by a special tendril allowing garment re-use after being laundered following the next change. While the Supersoft Simplechange meets the needs of the busy carer by allowing entirely self-service or carer controlled use, accelerating all change activities, it has of course been engineered to support the safety and comfort of the lucky customer it's changing. We recognise that the tendrils might be disconcerting and could cause a risk to less passive recipients of its automated care so each change is preceded by careful and gentle safety measures. These hold the arms and legs of the participant in place, using broad and flexible straps that prevent circulation issues and allow different parts of each limb to be securely held, changing as a garment is added or removed. This added restraint has been welcomed by carers worried about a reluctance to allow new clean protection to be fitted, as it eliminates any resistance being possible, irrespective of cause. While there's no cause to fear or fight against the Supersoft Simplechange removing that option allows a full relaxation and enjoyment of the process, free from guilt regarding needing its services. After being plumbed in the Supersoft Simplechange will after each change activate its own self-clean program, assuring its readiness for the next user and provision of hygiene renewal for them, whoever they are. Through integration to the Fluffies SuperApp it will also monitor product usage and its own hoppers, contacting Supersoft directly to order new supplies to assure stocks of padded protective products never run dry, just like our customers. Whether you're a carer or wearer, order now at all major adult medical suppliers (and a few minor ones) or read our customer testimonials to find out how they feel about Supersoft Simplechange. Customer Testimonials Elijah in South Dakota writes, "I ordered the new Supersoft Simplechange and the very next day it was delivered and installed. It's been magnificent! Brady was suspicious at first but from the moment those restraints took control he's been begging me to let him use the machine again and again. He definitely prefers its automated changes to being wet or messy." Fatima got in touch with us from Arizona, "My housemate bought this for me so that she didn't need to change me every time and, well, I managed to push her onto it. By the time it let her free she was in a Fluffies Eco-Gaia and begging me to release her, something I agreed to do only if she'd finally let me stop using your products. But your damn machine has programmed the SuperApp to prevent either of us removing diapers as we're both in them now, so we both now have to use the Simplechange every time we need a change and it puts us straight back into one. How do we reprogram it to stop this?" We were delighted to hear from Ichika in Japan who told us, "I bought this for all the people in my care home and they love it, especially after I added a kitten motif. But we're getting through supplies faster than I expected and two of our male staff are suspiciously thicker around the waist now. Is there an easy way to audit usage. 子猫愛！" But really all you need to hear are the thoughts of Jayla in Michigan: "Oh yea this good device, keep me dry always clean so happy thank you thank you" So order yours online today at http://SupersoftFluffiesForLife.com or Like us on InstaTwitFace for an invitation to experience a change at one of our showcase installations.

This is incidentally an untagged entry in the world of Supersoft - if I'd referenced the brand prior to people encountering it within the story it would've spoiled the reveal. For people unfamiliar with the relevance of the brand of diaper used, the features described in its product launch press release may help explain the closing situation of the protagonist:

I saw them ahead of me, walking the other way. They were joking with each other, lads on a night out or walking home from an event. One of them had a backpack, casually slung over one shoulder, pulling his denim jacket aside. His t-shirt was plain, a v-neck, a dark colour in the shadow from the streetlight behind him. His friends were casually dressed too, jeans and fashionable sneakers, hairstyles that need investment and chemicals. They ignored me, so I ignored them, maybe sped up a little as I approached. I'm not generally nervous on the streets but caution is ingrained, especially when I'm alone. I should have had more caution. Should have crossed the street, turned, run away. I didn't, and as they passed they turned, grabbed me, a burly hand over my mouth blocking a scream I didn't even consciously try and then I was dragged backwards, five, maybe ten yards along the street, into an opening between two buildings. My struggles hindered the two of them dragging me but they had height, weight and muscle on their side, and kept calm. My legs kicking futilely didn't stop them, but my shoes came off. Nice heels, great for the office. Terrible for fleeing a street attack. The third man bent and picked them up as he followed, a small shake of his head. "That's far enough," he told the other two, and they lowered me to the floor, each of them pinning a shoulder and its arm with their knees. I kicked out at the third man as he approached, and went for the loudest scream I could muster. He laughed, pulled something from his backpack and threw it to one of the two holding me down. A second later my scream was cut off, my mouth now full of something. A latex taste, unpleasant and uncomfortable. "Behave or we'll lock this in place, throw away the key," said the one that had put it there, "You'll be sucking on it for hours before anybody gets it off." I looked up in fear, not sure what he meant by that. It suggested they expected me to be alive in a few hours time so they weren't planning to kill me, but it was the next few minutes that I feared more. His next words heightened that fear. "Come on, hurry up. Get her knickers off, we haven't got all night." He leaned down and tugged at the hem of my skirt, already around my thighs because of my kicking. A vicious yank, a tearing sound and I felt the skirt coming up past my hips. I managed to lift my head, saw the third man pull something out of backpack, step to the side of my flailing legs and kneel near the top of them. "May as well cut them off," he said, "quicker, and she won't be needing them again." I tensed as cold metal met my flesh, heard a snip, saw him lift a strange pair of scissors, their blades bent midway. He dipped them again, leaning over me and cut the waistband of my high-legs on the other side too. The moment they'd grabbed me it was obvious what was about to happen, but their preparation seemed to make it worse. These weren't opportunists, they'd planned this in advance, had been waiting for the right victim. For me. I didn't think it was targeted, I was just the right woman at the wrong time. My struggles had dislodged that latex in my mouth and as he moved to my feet, grabbing my ankles I forlornly begged. "Stop! Please, don't do this. Just let me go. Plea.." Latex in my mouth again. "Final chance," said the man that put it there, "Behave and we won't hurt you. It's nearly over already." It might not hurt him, sure. It was already painful for me, pinned to the ground, psychological horror about to be matched by physical torment. I felt my feet lifted, high enough to draw my bottom and lower back off the ground. The man that had used my ankles to achieve this changed his grip, arms coming over my calves before he stepped forward, his body between my legs, forcing my thighs apart. I was helpless, vulnerable, incapable of preventing what was now inevitable. I tried anyway, wriggling and squirming beneath the weight of the other two even as I felt one of them tug loose the ruined remains of my underwear. He threw it aside and then, to my surprise, my body was lowered to the floor again. It felt different, something below me. Soft and padded, and making me panic. I finally realised who these men were, what they were doing to me and had the bizarre experience of wishing it would be rape after all. Instead a large hand confidently reached down between my thighs and pulled up some of that soft padding between them. I could see it was exactly what I'd feared, a thick diaper, now held taut against my tummy. The two men pinning me each pulled up a side flap, fastened it quickly and expertly to the front, a practiced move that I knew condemned me. The man holding my legs saw my expression, understood that I was aware and knew what they'd just done to me. "Yes," he said, "Supersoft Fluffies." As they walked away I sat there frantically pulling at the tabs, trying to escape before the diaper took effect on me, a futile scrabbling that ended as I felt myself lose control. It was too late. I'd become a Supersoft customer, another unwilling recruit caught by the roving so-called Supermen that they so vehemently denied were theirs. Not that it mattered. I was theirs now, a perpetual customer, caught in a cycle of dependency that it took months to break. If ever. I got up, pulled the tattered remains of my skirt off and waddled back into the street. I needed to find someone willing to give me a change..

Not if his caregiver is the same person that was his childhood nanny, or if his caregiver was called Nanny. Or if the whole thing was a conspiracy against Chloe.

Form HR-2018-G-2a Name - Chloe B Role - Administrative Assistant Department - Product Design Immediate Manager - Harold L Reason for Grievance: Inappropriate approach by manager Date of Incident: 14th January 2021 Location of Incident: Head office, fourth floor Persons Present: Chloe B, Harold L Details to Support Claim: I had just returned from lunch, finding everybody else was still out and sat at my desk. The door to Harry's office opened, and he called me over. I got up, went to talk to him and he asked me to step into his office. After I entered he indicated to the door and asked that I close it, which I did, then I sat in front of his desk. He was stood behind it. He looked at me and said a few words about the work we're doing then said, "I've asked you in here for a specific reason. I'm sorry but you recall your work contract includes in your obligations the phrase 'and any other tasks as may be required'?" Naturally this caused me concern but I responded professionally and courteously, and indicated that I was aware of that clause. At this point Harold undid his trouser belt and dropped his trousers to his ankles. As he did this he told me, "Well, Nanny's on holiday and I need a change." I could see he was wearing underwear that was bulky and although it seemed to be covered in white plastic it was discoloured at the front and between his legs. At this point in distress at this blatant sexual harassment I turned and left the room. I returned to my desk in tears then left the office; I am scared to return while Harry remains employed by the company, even should he be removed from a management position over me. Resolution Required: Removal of Harold L from his position. Monetary compensation for distress caused. Assigned HR Assessor: Judith K Assigned Senior Manager: Darcy Q HR Assessor Analysis: Following interviews with Chloe and with Harold the description of events by Chloe in this Grievance case are accurate. However her admitted response to the difficult situation in which Harold found himself demonstrated illegal discrimination against a vulnerable adult, and justify a Gross Misconduct charge against Chloe for breaching company policy. Specifically, including the testimony provided at interview, she has admitted to: 1 - Failing to comply with the terms of her contract, to whit performance of 'any other tasks as may be required' 2 - Direct discrimination against Harold by referring to him as (quoting her precise words) "you fucking pervert" 3 - Direct and indirect discrimination against Harold by refusing him needed support due to her rejection of his disability 4 - Malign and malicious defamation due to spreading false rumours and misinformation regarding Harold amongst his and other teams The number and nature of these breaches of policy (and the law) fully justify immediate dismissal. The Company is however willing to retain Chloe due to her otherwise impeccable work history here, subject to appropriate measures and training being put in place, if Harold is in agreement. Senior Manager Decision: After discussions with the Assigned HR Assessor (Judith) and the unfortunate victim of this episode (Harold) I am minded to accept his suggestion of pertinent training and correctional measures that will allow Chloe to continue her career with The Company. The final decision is thus: Chloe may accept instant dismissal, loss of accrued benefits and a subsequent court case funded by The Company on behalf of Harold for her illegal discrimination. Should she wish to avoid this The Company are willing to retain her employment on the following conditions: 1 - She accepts and carries out to the best of her abilities the duties refused in the original incident, on the occasions Harold's allocated carer is unavailable. 2 - A public apology is made, in which she withdraws and declares false the allegations and misrepresentations made against Harold 3 - She undergoes Empathy Training for a period of no less than six months, involving the full time wearing and use of diapers. This suggestion by Harold is unusual but has the support of The Company as it aligns to our Care and Compassion policy. Harold has indicated that his allocated carer is willing to provide the same care for Chloe during working hours 4 - Chloe will be ineligible for promotion or pay rises through the period of the Empathy Training. However the company will reimburse her spending on disposable diapers and wipes, as this is recognised as an additional unanticipated expense. Decision Accepted by Petitioner: No Escalation to Board: No Referral to Tribunal: Yes Tribunal Notes: This Tribunal has heard from the three parties involved: Chloe B, Harold L and The Company. We find the facts in this case are uncontested, with the proposed resolutions by The Company the cause of challenge. On this matter we side with Harold L and The Company, and note that the behaviour and lack of remorse by Chloe B is, in our view, disgraceful. We further note that should Harold B (funded by The Company or otherwise) pursue legal action against Chloe B following this incident, he is likely to receive a substantial reward that will leave her destitute. As we have a duty of care we have thus sought a court order to prevent this from occurring, by removing the need to bring a private case. Tribunal Verdict: The Decision of The Company is upheld. The option of being dismissed is removed by the aforementioned court order, which to assure justice in this matter also mandates (with legal force) compliance with all four of the conditions proposed by The Company. Case Closed: Yes Closure Reason: Chloe B terms of employment updated to include new conditions and funds allocated to reimburse first year of diaper purchases.

Chapter 7 "Day three feels very easy," said Miriam, "our babies have already grown accustomed to wearing a diaper, most of them no longer bothered by it. They've worn and used enough for it to start to feel normal for them, no shame in just letting it happen when the need arrives, no benefit in waiting in discomfort." Thinking of that day, Julie found herself nodding in agreement. Even waking up wet, remembering briefly rousing from her slumbers to relieve her bladder a few hours before, hadn't been unpleasant. It was just how life had become, all her colleagues waddling through for a change and demonstrating a comparable lack of concern that their diapers had been needed. They'd played around in the showers again, any shyness overwhelmed by thick sponges assuring they were all properly washed, before making their way to find what they'd be wearing that day. Julie hadn't been able to avoid some excitement about that. "Can't wait to find out today's outfit," she'd declared, "and you all look sooo cute as toddlers." Alice had laughed, hearing that comment as they entered the room. "That wont be happening today," she said, enjoying the surprise shown by the girls, "we thought you'd like to try the full baby look." The surprise was replaced by apprehension but that soon dissipated as Alice matched the girls into pairs and invited them to choose their own diaper. Julie looked at the selection offered and laughed, poking at one for a closer look. Thin crinkling plastic, a bright primary colour printed on the sides and a band across the front showing a colourful cartoon character smiling happily in its own diaper, a similar design. "We have these manufactured for us," revealed Alice, "they're based on a design for 3-9 month old babies, suitable for sitting up and crawling. We have had to make some adjustments to suit the adult form but you'll look and feel very little in them." Jane drew the conversation back a few seconds. "We're going to have to crawl?" she asked incredulously, "on these floors that's going to hurt." Julie looked down at the polished wooden floor and remembered the soreness she'd suffered from just kneeling on one yesterday. Alice reassured them. "We could force that," she said, "a former member of our team designed restraints that stop our babies from standing and walking." "We don't like to use those in the first week though," she explained, "so you all get to escape that part of the process." She looked towards Julie and added, "Unless you want to try them?" Julie blushed and wondered why she was always the one being offered the additional regressive treatments. "Not for me," she stated firmly, then looked at the woman she'd been paired with, "But I'm sure Sandy would love to try." Sandy stepped backwards in surprise and glared at Julie. "Really? You have things to learn girl," she said, her words harsher than her tone, "like who the baby here is." She thrust the diaper she was holding at Julie, who instinctively took it from her, both hands blocking the thrust at chest height. Sandy continued her movement and pressed Julie back, making her sit on the table behind her. "Let's get this on you," said Sandy, "it's so your style." Julie accepted Sandy's authority, glad to see her showing some self-confidence and not wanting to interrupt it. She lay back, turning her head sideways to find Jane and Ellie grinning at her, and stuck out her tongue. They changed expression, both giving her an immediate look of censure, making Julie laugh. Jane laughed back but Ellie just closed her eyes and shook her head, an adult response to an intentionally naughty child. Julie looked away, oddly chastened, then turned her head and looked the other way as she heard someone enter the room. Daphne had brought the wicker basket back in and set it down on the next table. "Here, you'll need this," she told Sandy, who had just finished sealing the leg tapes on Julie's diaper. Handing something to Sandy she offered, "I'll help you with Julie." Julie sat up and let them pull a soft white top over her arms. As her head poked through its neck she realised it had a t-shirt style collar and sleeves, but in a delicate lace, lacking the scratchiness of cotton. A hand on her shoulder encouraged her to lie back and Sandy asked her to lift her hips, suggesting that this was merely a pretty diaper shirt, fumbling between her legs confirming she was being fastened in. Daphne had reached back into the basket and pulled out another piece of clothing, wide straps dangling in a colourful print. This was pulled up Julie's legs then, her hips high again, up over her diaper. Even before she could lower her bottom to the table she heard Sandy laugh. Julie sat up and looked down. The colourful pattern was pretty, white unicorns prancing on a pink backdrop, but it looked like a diaper shirt in design, small ruffles around her legs and buttons instead of snappers not explaining Sandy's amusement. Sandy saw her confusion and shook her head, declining to explain. Instead she pulled the bib part of the garment up Julie's front, its square shape leaving her diaper shirt visible at the sides, straps on the top corners soon tied in a neat bow behind her neck. It was as she stood and instinctively ran her hands down her hips to smooth her new outfit that Julie discovered why Sandy had been so amused. She reached behind and felt the cloth covering her, validating her initial assumption: there were ruffles across her bottom! The other two hadn't noticed, instead giggling at Jane's yellow and green romper, the same design. "Even if you're not crawling yet," said Alice, "these little romper dresses give your legs plenty of freedom." She looked at Jane and Julie, leaned her head to one side and added, "and you're such darling little babies in them." Julie found herself feeling cross at that characterisation, even if its description of how she looked was accurate, and decided to play the adult instead. "Sandy," she said, intentionally lowering the tone of the second syllable, making the name a command, "On this table." She patted the surface, indicating where she wanted the still naked girl. A minute later Sandy was also in a diaper, Julie finishing the bow that held her romper on her, its colour a faded pink, the unicorn pattern in a rich purple. "I love that fabric," Julie said, "I could wear that normally!" Sandy jumped down from the table, turned and placed her hands on it, bending at the waist and looked coyly over her shoulder at the others. "I'm sorry," she said, "But I just have to do this." She started gyrating her bottom, the ruffles never getting to settle as her diaper juddered beneath, moderating but not eliminating the remarkable jiggle she was managing. Three young woman burst into laughter and looked at each other, shrugged, and ran over to where Sandy stood. They lined up alongside her, leaning against the table and suddenly four bottoms were shaking in the air, ruffles flying, breathless giggles as the girls threw their energy into the moment. Daphne looked shocked and glanced at Alice, who shook her head and stood there smiling, letting her charges enjoy an interlude of levity. She knew it would boost their mood and morale, the endorphin rush easily supplemented by breakfast and preparing the group for a long day of training. All that aside, she was looking forward to telling Miriam she'd missed seeing the four girls twerking, knowing the austere woman would be disappointed by the adult behaviour but distraught that she hadn't witnessed it. That day had begun in earnest straight after breakfast, the girls being shown straight into the lecture room and briefed on their agenda for the day. Supply chains, purchase or manufacture, key supplier relationships, margins and cost control. The material was well presented, Alice demonstrating her broad experience with support from Daphne, occasional comments or anecdotes to help the trainees relate to the things they learned. Training had been interrupted mid morning when an unmistakeable odour permeated through the room. Alice smiled kindly at Ellie and asked, "You need a change hon?" Ellie nodded, then noticed the shocked looks from her three new friends. She frowned, gestured at the padding around her hips then eloquently shrugged, palms upwards. "Yeah, fair point," said Jane with a chuckle, "Can't promise I wont be joining you before lunch." "Daphne, Miriam's told me you're on dirty diaper duty today," said Alice, "could you..?" Daphne didn't reply, but beckoned Ellie and they left the room together, Ellie returning a short time later looking happier, her romper hanging loosely on her hips. An hour later Julie had found out why. She'd already wet her diaper, knowing it was unavoidable and letting it happen as she listened to Alice speak, giving her focus to the class and not her dampening diaper. This time though she'd felt a different need for relief and taking heart from Ellie's nonchalance and subsequent quick change, had forced herself to relax, allow her body's natural functions as she leaned back in her chair, bottom slightly raised. It hadn't felt any better than the day before; if anything worse, the lack of active effort to expel drawing the process out, making her more conscious of the sensitive nerves being roused and stimulated as soft solids passed them. Frightened by the resultant intensity of feeling she tensed then squeezed her muscles, eager to finish, then relaxed down into her seat, grimacing as her diaper squashed up around her. She scanned the room in mild embarrassment and saw Daphne standing up, looking towards her. Daphne didn't speak or interrupt Alice, just used a gentle motion with her hand to suggest Julie join her in leaving the room. The walk to the changing room wasn't pleasant, an enforced waddle from the diaper not heavy enough to hang loose, instead rubbing against Julie as she walked. Daphne saw her expression and showed sympathy, but said nothing until Julie was pulling herself onto the table. "Lie back," Daphne instructed, "and if you're good I have a little treat for you." Julie wasn't sure that a treat would be a good thing, but was glad to be getting out of her messy diaper. She felt Daphne's cold hands at the buttons between her legs, undoing her romper, and spread her knees further apart to make it easier. "I'm finding it very difficult," she admitted, feeling less inhibited about sharing her feelings with just the two of them in the room. "This isn't what I expected. I'm trying to fit in, but.." She paused, drew her elbows back and levered her shoulders off the table, looking at Daphne. "This is just so weird. Everybody's nice and everyone's treating it as something that's so normal and it's really interesting learning about the company and I've had some fun but it's weird." Daphne continued with the undressing and cleaning as she listened, giving Julie the chance to vent. Sensing Julie needed a response she gave a reassuring smile and agreed, "It is weird, don't feel bad about thinking that." "I've been here for three years now," she revealed, "and I still find it strange at times. Like this, helping someone your age get clean and comfortable." As Julie blushed Daphne continued, "But you're doing very well. I think all of you are, and it's interesting for us to see how you all respond, what you bring to the group." "I don't think I've been able to do anything yet," admitted Julie, "I couldn't even change Jane's diaper yesterday." Daphne laughed as she finished wiping Julie clean. "Don't let that worry you," she said, "some people never get around to changing a dirty diaper. But you do contribute," she assured, "you help everybody have fun." "In circumstances like this," Daphne indicated with a sweep of her arm the changing room, its tables and shelves of diapers, "your sense of humour is very valuable to us." "Now," said Daphne, "your treat." She started to fasten the poppers of Julie's diaper shirt, explaining, "You have been cooperative and well mannered and you're paying attention to the training, so you get a couple of hours out of diapers." Julie's eyes widened. "Oh!" she exclaimed, "That's awesome!" She paused then asked, "You're doing up the shirt? I don't get underwear?" Daphne shook her head, by now doing up the buttons on the romper. "The shirt is clean and soft enough, and it's only for a couple of hours." She tickled Julie, a brief tease to soften her next statement, "We don't want you feel too adult, after all." Julie rolled her eyes. "True," she said, deadpan, "I'd hate to feel like a grown woman in a romper and pink ruffles. But.. what if I need to use the loo?" Daphne gave her a measured look before replying. "Let's hope you can hold it," she said, "We'll have you back in a diaper before long." ** By lunch that day all of the girls had been for a change, and as they walked through to the dining room it was obvious they'd all been been given the same treat, rompers hanging loose at the hips and bottom, all of them walking normally. They'd found Miriam waiting for them there, and included her in their quiet chatter, the meal more of a break from training than a feast. After they'd eaten she'd given them another twenty minutes to relax then called for their attention. "I see that Daphne's been nice to you all," she said, "that tells me that everybody's engaging well in the process. Congratulations, and thank you." "We do find it helps to give our babies some time out of diapers," she told them, "it helps the skin recover, breathe a little. I'm afraid though that you've had your break, and it's time to give each other some protection again." Miriam left a silent gap to give the group time to understand the protection they'd be getting. "So if you can all follow Daphne, and I'll see you all at dinner." The girls shrugged, none of them having expected to be out of diapers for long, and went with Daphne to the changing room, soon emerging ready for the afternoon's training, their rompers bulging once more.

..butchered. You're assuming the name of a character, their age, their current occupation, why they're living together. You've added a familial relationship that turns it into an incest story. You're welcome to make all of those assumptions as you read the story. None of them match my view of the situation but as I highlighted on another story, letting the reader fill in the gaps in their own way is very intentional. What I'm really struggling with is why you want me to stop telling a story and start listing unnecessary facts. It doesn't matter how old she is, it doesn't matter why they're sharing a house, it doesn't even matter what her name is. Why would I waste your time and that of other readers by clumsily stating all these things up front? If they matter I'll introduce them to the story at the appropriate time. Worse than that, you've lost all of the impact. My opening created immediate tension, between the speaker and the person they're speaking to. That hits home without you needing to know a single thing about either of them. You're immediately enticed into reading further, to understand who these people are and why so strong a denial is required. I don't write for idiots, I write for myself, and I refuse to spoonfeed people that expect a specific structure, writing style or set of information. I especially don't write saccharine fluff pieces for people to wank over; my writing tends to be distinct and I prefer to subvert rather than incorporate tropes. I'm personally very proud of most of this story; how it ends I feel is a bit weak but others have expressed appreciation. You're welcome to disagree, welcome to dislike it, welcome to share those views, but please, don't think I'm going to change a single thing based on your feedback. I don't hate myself that much.

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See, that's exactly the sort of nonsense that discourages authors from posting. Which part of "This story is complete" are you failing to comprehend? I've even told you where to find it. How can someone have writer's block on a story they finished writing well over a year ago? I welcome constructive feedback. I do not welcome unwarranted false accusations intended to demean me and insult my integrity. In short, fuck off.

Enough. Anybody wanting the full complete version of this story will have to find it somewhere else, I'm not going to waste any more time on the people in this thread.