PamperedPrince

I was thinking the same thing. What if Matthew entered a room where a bunch of elderly people were taking a class? Matthew would then be in his eighties and very old. Wouldn't that have Sarah taking care of Matthew as her...father? That would be even more awkward.

Chapter 34: CAPCon 2025! (Part 2) Good morning and welcome back, my delightfully damp diaper dearies. Your diapers better all be very wet, or Mommy Jill is going to give you a spanking. Are you all soaked? Did you make lots of potties in there? Did you have a good night’s sleep? Did you sleep like a baby? You’re probably all ready for a fresh diapy before we begin another wonderful day here at CAPCon. My JJ Little Besties, take this time to get into a fresh diapy and we will continue with this wonderful recap of CAPCon 2025. What’s that, daddy? You want to check my diapy NOW? Well, I just started a new chapter of The JJ Diaper Twins! Can’t it wait? It can’t? Everyone. My daddy just checked me and said that my diaper is not only soaked, but it leaked onto my onesie. He wants me to come right away and…Okay okay, daddy! I be gud gul fo yoo! Sowwy. Daddy’s gotta change my diapy… Yay! I’m back in a fresh diapy and a new onesie! With that extended break, I am hoping that all you littles have had the chance to change into a fresh diapy or a new onesie if you soaked it like I did (hee hee!) In getting back to my account of CAPCon 2025, my eyes opened before anyone else did. I could see my sister peacefully sleeping right next to me. And…wow. My diaper feels very heavy. At that moment, I felt a painful cramp and I realized why I woke up so early. For all you ladies that are reading this, you would clearly know what I am referring to. It is the time of the month. I then felt it. The subtle flow of menstrual blood joining the puddle of pee in my heavily soaked diaper that felt like it was about to explode. I was very surprised that it didn’t leak yet but knew that it was about to. That’s when I noticed Jen’s eyes squinting open. The first thing she did was sit up and smile. “Jill?” she said, sitting up and glancing down at my groin. “Are you soaked? I am!” I laughed. “Every morning, Jen. I haven’t had a dry morning for more than a year and a half.” I then felt another cramp and winced. “Jen? Are you on yours? For me, it’s that time of the month.” Jen nodded. “Of course I am, Jill! The cramps woke me up three different times last night!” I nodded matter-of-factly. “Yup. But look at the bright side! Neither of us need to wear tampons or pads anymore!” Jen laughed. “Yeah! Our diapys can hold it all! Urine, feces, and even our periods!” Jen then began her all out laughing fit. “Oh Jill! On one of my periods last night, I couldn’t sleep from that and my medications, so I found a tampon video on YouTube from the 2000s. It’s a Playtex commercial with a woman talking about her ‘uh oh’s’ and ‘oh no’s’. When she talked about the ‘weird feeling that she was wearing a diaper’. I…I just couldn’t Jill. I was dying!” This made me laugh. “That is so funny, Jen! I’m dying now! Really. Why would the woman think that wearing a diaper is weird?” “Right?” Jen said, still trying to recover from laughing so hard. “If you ask me now, I think that wearing panties is weird and totally cringe.” I nodded. “Yeah. I’m totally over panties. That almost feels like a lifetime ago at this point…” Both of our laughter was quickly ended by the sound of loud wailing. Like an infant crying at the top of their lungs. This made Daniel spring right out of bed and scramble to the fridge, where he got out a bottle filled with baby formula. He microwaved the bottle for about a minute and quickly popped the bottle into Alyssa’s mouth. Alyssa immediately stopped crying when she was held in her daddy’s arms, drinking her morning bottle like it was routine to her. She then glanced around and gasped. “Oops! I forgot that I wasn’t at home!” Both me and my sister smiled and approached our pint-sized adult friend. I smiled. “You forgot? Are you telling me that you could’ve not had that loud outburst?” Alyssa, having just finished her bottle, nodded. “Yeah. Didn’t I tell you, Jill? I can turn it on and off anytime that I want! Having just woken up, I forgot where I was until my daddy fed me my breakfast. Now something smells, and I know that it’s not just me!” Both me and Jen glanced at our diapers and nodded. “I think that both me and Jen made poopies in there!” Jen grinned. “Oh boy! Pee, poop, and menstrual blood!” Alyssa nodded. “Yeah. Because of my dwarfism, I also have amenorrhea. I have never once had a single period since I didn’t ever experience puberty. So yeah. All that blood that you talk about with your periods is something that I really can’t relate to at all.” I nodded. “You’re not missing anything, Liss. The headaches, bloating and cramps are a pain in the ass and something that I could really do without.” Jen sighed. “Yeah. Consider yourself blessed being spared from all that pain. But yeah. At least my diapy can hold all that yucky blood!” I don’t know why, but the way that Jen said that made me laugh. It then made her laugh too and we both started laughing, except for Alyssa, who couldn’t relate to our womanly tribulations. Jen then sniffed the air again and began to pout. “I all tinky! Tange my tinky diapy Jilly!” I giggled. “Own-wee if yoo tange my tinky diapy afta wads, Jenny!” Jen closed her eyes and nodded. “Deal!” I wasted no time in getting my sister’s stinky diaper off. I laid her on a changing mat that daddy packed for us and unsnapped the crotch buttons to reveal her big and bulgy diaper. When I opened it….Wow. Not only was it about to leak, it was yellowed everywhere from end to end. And smeared around her was a large concentration of poop, with the traces of menstrual blood blended in around the brown mess. I had Jen stand just barely while I scrubbed her clean with about a half a dozen Northshore wipes. And as I stretched out and fluffed a fresh Tykables Potty Monsters diaper, my hand dripped with pee as I moved Jen onto the new diaper. I gave her a pensive stare. “Did you know that you just peed on my hand?” Jen gasped. “I did? Sowwy…” I laughed. “It’s okay. I’m guessing that you didn’t even know that you were going, right?” Jen nodded. “Yeah. I’m like a wittle baby!” I smiled. “It’s fine. My brain doesn’t know when I’m going either.” With Jen pretty much clean, I wiped her with scented baby wipes to give her that little smell. This was followed by a generous glob of Aquaphor all over her princess parts. I then put lotion on her, since daddy always uses lotion on us now. This was followed by me prompting her to stand up while I shook a good layer of baby powder onto the core of the diaper. I shook some on my hands and rubbed it all over my sis before I had her lay down on the open diaper. I then shook the powder on her princess parts and sealed the diaper between her legs, snugly fastening the thigh tapes before fastening the waist tapes. My pampered sissy was all ready to go! After that, I gave my sister a sad look with puppy dog eyes. “Yoo pwomised!” I plopped myself on the changing mat and pouted. “Tange me Jenny!” My twin sister smiled as I saw every one of her maternal instincts come alive in her. Full of authority, she held her hand up and pointed in the direction of the bathroom. “To the bathroom, NOW, my little one…” I did what “Mommy Jen” told me. Within the next minute, I was standing completely naked in the shower while my sister sprayed off my poopy mess. “Mommy’s going to get it all clean, sweetie.” Jen told me in a calm and soothing voice. This was definitely something that set both me and my sister apart. While I was strictly a Babygirl, my sister loved to play the role of both Babygirl and Mommy Mistress. And I could see it now in her eyes. Those were the eyes of a caregiver. One that was fully dedicated to taking care of their little one. “We’re done, sweetie. Let’s get you into a towel.” “Mommy Jen” wrapped a couple of towels around me and led me out of the bathroom like I was a three-year-old. She rubbed all the excess water off my hair and had me plop onto the changing mat in my birthday suit. And…yeah. I just smiled while I watched my sister change me into a fresh diaper. It was done with love and practiced care. She spoke calmly to me as she changed me and it made me almost forget that she was my sister. She felt more like…my mommy. “Tank yoo mommy!” I said in a teasing voice as my sister began to seal the diaper between my legs. I could smell the baby fragrance from the wipes and the fresh aloes from the cream that she wiped around me. I could smell the familiar scent of baby powder fill my nostrils. I grabbed hold of my pacifier, sucking on it and cooing while my sister fastened the tapes on my Tykables Potty Monsters diaper. No sooner was my diaper on than I watched the radical transformation. My sister’s mommy persona melted away as I saw her giving me a giddy smile that only a two-year-old could make. Yup. She’s totally a switch if she can transform like that in an instant. “Pway wif me Jilly!” Jen pouted. Daniel pointed to the door. “How about we play at CAPCon? Jilly, can you get your sister into her wheelchair?” I nodded, temporarily adulting enough to hoist my sister into her wheelchair while she giggled like a carefree toddler. I am guessing that Daniel already changed Alyssa and was ready to go. I noticed that I changed my sister into her Little Monsters footed sleeper, so I had to quickly change into mine. Prior to the con, both my sister and I decided that today would be our pajama day, as we would be wearing our footies all day at CAPCon. We made it to the breakfast buffet at 7:03 in the morning. Alyssa, like me and Jen, was in a footed sleeper but it was different from ours since hers was one that could fit a five-month-old. Alyssa waved her finger at Jen’s wheelchair and took the pacifier out of her mouth. “We’re twinsies, Jen!” I pouted. “No! Me and Jen are twinsies!” “But yoo not in stwollah wike me!” Jen said, before giving me a raspberry. Just then, I saw daddy (Nicolas)! He was standing next to Trisha, Kurt, Trevor, and Tabby. To my surprise, they were all wearing footed sleepers like me. I approached Tabby, who was sucking her pacifier like a lollipop. “Yoo wayor footie jammies too?” Tabby removed her pacifier and nodded. “Yes Jill. When Alyssa told me about CAPCon for the first time, she mentioned how the first full day was an unspoken custom to wear pajamas. Mine is a pink star and moon footies from Carter’s. Like it? It’s a size 8! Trevor’s footies are also star and moon, only his footies are blue instead of pink.” I gasped. “They make Carter’s that big?” Alyssa laughed. “They make Carter’s clothing up to size 14 in children’s! That can fit anyone shorter than five feet tall!” Tabby nodded. “Yup. Considering how much both me and Trevor know about clothing, she’s right.” Trevor approached Tabby with a pacifier in his mouth. Tabby smiled. “You’re actually going to do it, Trevor? Good! Now, just pretend that you are little. That’s it!” Trevor sighed. “You make it look so easy. I’m just not feeling it.” Alyssa grinned. “Your little is afraid to come out. I know this. I have worked with someone like you before. They were not feeling it. But after my class, their little was running everywhere! Come to my class later, okay?” Trevor nodded. “Okay. I really want to be little like my sister.” Tabby nodded. “You just need to embrace it. Look around you. This is an age play convention. Everyone around you is little. It should be very easy!” At 7:06 AM, we all got breakfast. I got Jen her breakfast while she waited in her wheelchair. For both of us, I got French Toast Sticks with a disposable tub of syrup and some eggs, which I doused with Tabasco sauce since I knew that my sister wouldn’t mind. I also got us some Cherrios, yogurt, and apple juice in juice boxes. Once again, my sister got priority over the highchairs, but I lucked out and got a highchair next to hers. From her backpack and mine, I got out our bibs and gave Jen hers while I put mine on. A female CAPCon staff member fed Jen while a male CAPCon staff member fed me. We both made big messes with our breakfast, which made Alyssa laugh nearby with Daniel. Jen’s face was dripping with syrup, and my face didn’t look any cleaner. Our bibs were a mess and we both acted like helpless babies while the staff kindly fed us. Meanwhile, Alyssa was coloring a page of her coloring book. My daddy Nicolas sat next to him while both Trevor and Tabby were fed in highchairs a little further away from us. Kurt ended up feeding Trisha since she couldn’t get a highchair this time. When it got close to 8:00 in the morning, Daniel wheeled Alyssa in her stroller to the quiet nursery for her 8:00 AM nap time. Meanwhile, I wheeled my sister in her wheelchair towards the playplace near the main stage. While I began to sit with her, Jen shook her head. “No Jill,” Jen insisted. “Just because I have this wheelchair, it doesn’t mean that I can’t walk. I just can’t walk for long distances. I am going to play in the playplace with you!” I smiled and helped my sister out of her wheelchair. She ended up standing quicker than I expected her to and she made short strides toward the ballpit. Jen plunged herself underneath the balls in the ballpit and I laughed, beginning to dig her out. I managed to free part of her face and her lower back and butt. That’s when I noticed a man dressed in a baby blue footed sleeper crawl up right behind Jen. He was sucking on a blue pacifier that was clipped to the collar of his footed sleeper. He gave Jen a playful pat on her diapered butt of her footed sleeper and giggled. Jen turned around to notice the average height slender man that had a warm smile on his face. He waved at Jen, still having the pacifier in his mouth. Jen giggled and pulled the pacifier out. “Oh hi! I was just playing with my sister!” “And I was just playing in the ball pit!” The man said in a childish voice. “I saw you being pushed by your sister and I wanted to come up and surprise you!” Jen grinned. “And your idea of surprising me is giving me a pat in the diaper? Here. This is exactly what you did to me!” Jen giggled as he gave the man a playful pat on his pajamaed diapered butt. The man caught notice of Jen’s lanyard that hung around her neck. “I see you’re Baby Jen!” Jen gave the man a spunky and playful glance as she glanced at his lanyard. “And you’re Baby Cal! What is that short for? Calvin?” Calvin nodded. “Yeah. I go to these all the time. Is this your first one? I’ve never seen you here before. I saw your sister last year…” Jen nodded. “Yeah. My sister was into this last year and I wasn’t. I called it something that she did for her little space.” Calvin arched his face closer toward Jen, letting his pacifier dangle by the ribbon. “And what changed your mind? How do you go from not being into ABDL to totally being into it?” “Like this!” Jen said with a smile. She gave him another playful pat in the butt and smiled like a toddler. “You’re it!” Jen wasn’t able to make it too far before Calvin gently swatted her on the back. “You’re it, Jen. Or should I call you Jenny? You never answered my question. What got you into ABDL, Baby Jen?” I smiled as I watched my twin sister look totally cornered. I had no idea who this Calvin was, but it looked like he totally had the hots for my sister. That’s when it hit me. Did Nicolas put him up to this? Was the plan for him to just act natural in the ball pit and wait for my sister to show up? Was this part of my daddy’s plan to set Jen up with a boyfriend? My sister just gave him a clever smile, like she was playing hard to get. “You tell me first how you got into ABDL, Baby Cal!” Jen unclipped his pacifier ribbon and held it in her hand before administering the blue pacifier into his mouth. Calvin stood up and smiled before spitting out the pacifier again. “Fair enough, Jen. First of all, I am going to start with my introduction and go from there. I am Calvin Anthony Jacobs, Chief Financial Officer for Jacobs Hotels and Resorts, a company started by my great grandfather.” Jen gasped. “Jacobs Hotels? Every hotel I have seen is very classy.” Calvin nodded. “Yeah. My family prides our brand on luxury, tradition, and hospitality. Now you asked me a question, so please let me exercise my due diligence in answering it. My background of who I am was just to get your attention. How I got into ABDL is but a fraction of that story.” Calvin sat down and swiped the pacifier before Jen could grab it. “Now to begin, can I call you Jennifer?” Jen gave him a playful pout. “It’s Jennifer Ann Jennings! Continue.” Calvin nodded. “To begin, Jennifer, I was born into money. Now you would expect me to like something like that, but I always felt out of place. Always went to the classy private schools and even had some private tutors at home. I was told by my father that I would walk in his footsteps and run the family business. Being the only son, I was to be the heir to the Jacobs hotel brand. I did okay in elementary school and even made a few friends.” Calvin paused. “And then puberty happened.” Jen smiled and glanced below Calvin’s waist. “What’s so bad about puberty, Cal?” Calvin scowled. “You are being a naughty little girl. Let me finish my story!” Jen could only produce an embarrassed nod as Calvin continued. “Now,” Calvin continued. “Puberty happened. During puberty, I started to wet the bed again. At first, it was just a couple of times a week. And then it became every night. Then it started to happen frequently at school during the day. My hormones were going into overdrive and my mother had to pack me a change of clothes every day for school. I was nine and a half, Jennifer and I was the laughing stock of my private school that I attended. Everybody knew about my worsening accidents. Then one night, my mother told me something that I would never forget. ‘Cal honey? We’re going to try diapers.’ “ “Yeah. We’re going to try them. Do you know what happened Jen? I went from being well liked at school to being teased by just about everybody. Everyone at school knew about my diapers and my accidents didn’t get any better. And when I crapped myself one day, I almost completely quit school because the teasing was so bad. So yeah. It never got any better and I have been wearing diapers for more than 14 years. Well, 14 and 3 months to be exact. Now before you cut me off, I took having to wear diapers very hard at first. In high school, I got very depressed and my depression lingered towards the beginning of college. That summer before my freshman year, I just turned 18 and I was looking up therapy and coping with wearing diapers. I then saw something called ABDL. When I saw that it was 18 and up, I knew that this wasn’t something that I found by accident. So I began to explore what it was and used it as a way to cope with my incontinence. At first, I liked being a baby but then I explored daddy doms and the fun world of caregiving. I kept going back and forth between wanting to be a daddy and wanting to be a little before deciding that I like both. And do you know what? Finding a Babygirl to take care of is just so hard, because I don’t just want to be a daddy. I want to be a baby too! Anyway, Jenny, I answered your question so now you have to tell me your answer!” Jen began to cry and began hugging Calvin like he was her own son. “I’m sorry…Calvin. It’s your story. It really touched me. I never knew how tough you had it. To be fair and brief, I will tell you mine. From childhood, I have always kind of liked diapers but I always denied it. I was three years old and I preferred using my diaper over getting potty trained. My mother bribed me with money to finally get me to use the potty and that created my love for finance and accounting. As I got older, I never outgrew my love for diapers. I always denied it and suppressed those feelings inside of me. My sister Jill here damaged her pelvis when she got drunk from her first night in Philly and I had no idea why she was starting to wet the bed every night. When I researched solutions and ways to help her, I saw diapers as a solution for her. Again, I denied my childhood fascination with them as it began to burn inside of me. My sister’s bedwetting finally got so bad that she finally had to wear diapers, and there it was. The forbidden fruit that was right there for my sister, but was just out of my reach. Finally, during one New Years Eve, my sister and I celebrated it with a friend and we all had to wear diapers. This was it. Both the denial and my fascination with diapers was burning inside me at the same time. But Calvin, when I peed in that diaper, that awoke something in me that I didn’t experience since I was three years old. From then on, I strongly envied my sister’s diapers and often schemed ways to steal them from her. I actually stole some from her while she was gone during her first CAPCon. Now you talked about being sad and depressed? I actually tried to end my life and ended up in the hospital because of that. Now I would rather share that story in more detail in private, if that’s okay. Let’s just say that after my first trip to the hospital, all of my denial was gone. Because while I really liked diapers, I kept that private and denied it to my sister until my first hospitalization. During my second hospitalization, I lost my bladder and bowel control from a severe car accident. That is why I am in a wheelchair. I am learning to walk again.” Calvin hugged my sister and nodded as a tear flowed out of his eye. “I get it, Jenny. You talked about trying to end your life? I tried doing that five different times! My parents of course intervened and I was put on so many drugs. I get the struggle and depression. I have experienced it all and I’m happy to say that I recovered from it. Now continue. What got you into ABDL?” Jen smiled. “To be honest, I actually saw myself as a diaper lover first. The adult baby thing was something that I wanted to try privately before I opened up to my sister about it. After trying it, I could see why my sister loved it so much. I’ve been an adult baby for eight months now and I’m still loving every minute!” Calvin smiled. “There’s a good girl. Have you found a daddy yet?” Jen gasped. “A…daddy?” She then frowned. “N-no. Can you be my daddy?” Calvin sat down and gave her a playful grin. “Only if you can be my mommy.” Jen stood up and gave him a passionate stare. “Callie baby. Sweetie? If that is what you want, you let mommy know, okay?” Calvin grinned. “You like to be a mommy too? I guess I kind of saw a little of that when you took the pacifier away from me. Wow. I never thought that I would find another switch.” Jen gave Calvin a shy look. “Only if you want to!” Calvin’s face blushed. “I mean, if that’s what you want…” Jen then began to act like a silly baby again. “Uh huh!” She then gave Calvin a playful slap in his pajamaed diapered butt. “Tag! You’re it!” And with that, I watched as my sister and Calvin giggled like carefree toddlers as they played tag. I then saw Trisha approach me with a grin. “Jen got a new friend? I didn’t want to interrupt.” I nodded. “Yeah. It looks like Calvin’s really taking a liking to her.” Trisha gave me a giddy smile. “Calvin’s gonna be her DADDY!” I nodded. “Calvin’s also getting a MOMMY!” I smiled and began to play with Trisha. Moments later, our daddies decided to play with us. Nicolas (my daddy) played with me while Kurt (Trisha’s daddy) played with her. After my daddy pushed me down the slide, he followed me down it and pointed right to the slide. “You see that, pumpkin?” Nicolas said with a grin. “That was where we first met a year ago.” I gasped. He was right. Just a year ago, my daddy was just a Babyboy prancing around in a baby blue T-shirt and diaper. With that, I produced a giddy smile. “Our one-year anniversary.” I sat in my daddy’s lap and smiled while he calmly stroked my hair. “Peanut?” He said with a smile. “You’re making my lap warm.” It took my daddy to remind me that I was actually peeing in my diaper while sitting on his lap. This was really something that I didn’t pay attention to anymore since my brain never tells me when I have to pee anymore. Right nearby, I saw Jen smiling as she stood next to Calvin. “Are you wet?” Calvin asked my sister. My sister blushed and gave him a playful smile. “Are you?” she said with a giggle in her voice. Coincidentally, this was when we all decided to get our diapers changed. When I checked on Trevor and Tabby, they decided that they wanted to check out the con space by themselves so we let them. With that, I went with daddy (Nicolas), Jen, Calvin, Trisha, and Kurt. Since all of us littles had green and blue badges, we were able to get into the shorter line, which was awesome, as it took less time than the longer line. Even with the shorter line, I was surprised at just how many incontinent people were at this convention. When me, Jen, Trisha, and Calvin got our diapers changed, I was surprised when I found out that it was Daddy Eric! He did an excellent job changing me with practiced care. When we finished, we saw Alyssa in her stroller near her pacifier stand to see how her girls were running her pacifier stand. Both Princess Reina and Kawaii Kerrie were there. I met them last year, but this time they were both wearing cute footed sleepers. Princess Reina’s was pink and Kawaii Kerrie’s was white with Hello Kitty patterns all over it. It looked even busier than last year, so Alyssa helped both Reina and Kerrie run the stand for at least the next two hours. When it was close to noon, Alyssa had to leave for her noon nap. She climbed into her white Graco Stroller and Daniel took her to the quiet nursery for her nap. During this time, I began to wheel Jen, when Calvin offered to do this instead of me. “Is my little one hungry?” Calvin said with a smile. “Yes daddy!” Jen said with a giddy smile. We all decided to have lunch, so I followed Calvin and Jen along with Trisha and Kurt for lunch. There was more little food, but I had mostly tater tots that my daddy fed me. I also noticed that Trevor and Tabby were at another table with some other friends that they met. Jen decided to let Calvin feed her this time. When she was done, Jen assumed the mommy role and fed Calvin his lunch. It was very cute to watch. After lunch, we all decided to play at the playplace again. Me, Jen, Trisha, and Calvin all sat in swings and pumped our legs while Nicolas and Kurt pushed the four of us. In the middle of swinging, I noticed Jen let out a gasp. She then turned to Calvin. Jen blushed in the way that a toddler would. “I went poopy…” Calvin laughed. “I didn’t poop yet but it should happen soon.” Trisha ended up messing herself shortly after, so we all got in the short line to get our diapers changed again. In the middle of us all waiting, Calvin ended up messing himself so I was the only one that didn’t need to be changed. After Jen, Trisha, and Calvin got changed, we all headed towards the classroom where Alyssa would be having her class. I saw Alyssa’s Graco stroller sitting right outside the classroom and Daniel standing there, holding Alyssa, who was drinking a bottle of baby formula. To my surprise, she wore the same yellowish orange infant long ruffled sleeve pageant dress that she wore last year. It had a bowtie in the center. After she finished her bottle, Daniel burped her. He then placed her back in her stroller. Alyssa then glanced at all of us, and then over at Calvin. “Hey Calvin! I haven’t seen you in a little while!” Calvin smiled. “I know. It’s been a while, Glytter! Did you just have your lunch?” Alyssa nodded. “Yes. My daddy just gave me my afternoon feeding. This is much needed since I don’t want to be hungry while I’m teaching this class…” I smiled. “It’s been a year. Are you still enjoying drinking only formula?” Alyssa nodded. “Jill, over the past year, I haven’t had a single bit of solid food. I’m strictly formula fed now. Even during Thanksgiving and Christmas, daddy just feeds me my formula. I’m very used to the diet and it’s very helpful in maintaining my routine. I’m used to all my regularly scheduled naps and I feel like I have more energy now…” Jen glanced out of her wheelchair at Alyssa’s dress. “Cute dress! What size is it?” Alyssa grinned. “Your sister asked the same question last year! It’s a 6M, or six months.” Jen nodded. “We NEED to make an ABDL version of that for me and my sister’s JJ merch! I want to wear a cute little dress like that in my size!” Alyssa laughed. “That can definitely be arranged, a cute pageant dress complete with snappable crotch buttons for easy diaper changes!” Calvin nodded. “I would love that for my little sweet pea.” Alyssa gave Calvin a smile. “Are you having a daddy crush on Jen?” This made both Jen and Calvin blush at the same time. Alyssa then glanced at the classroom and then back at Jen and Calvin. “That’s so cute! Anyway, I need to get ready for my class. Daddy, can you pweese take me into da cwass woom?” Daniel nodded. “Why certainly, my little Ally Cat! We still got 25 minutes…” Me, Nicolas, Jen, Calvin, Trisha, and Kurt all followed Daniel into the classroom as he pushed the stroller with Alyssa in it. I pushed Jen to the end of the row, while I sat in the end seat next to her. Calvin was right next to me, followed by Nicolas, Trisha, and Kurt. To my surprise, I found both Trevor and Tabby sitting in the next row in front of me and Jen. I heard the usual crowd, all showering Alyssa with compliments. I then saw Alyssa holding both hands out. “10 minutes, everyone! The class starts in 10 minutes!” A man wearing overalls and a babyish T-shirt smiled. “But what if I have to go to the bathroom?” “Then go!” Alyssa said a smirk. “Eric Federline, I know you’re wearing a diaper. Go in your diapy!” Eric frowned. “Then what if it’s poop?” Alyssa glanced at Eric’s badge and sighed. “Then I would go and take care of that in a bathroom. Your badge is just blue. Even if it were green and blue, we don’t want you to stink up the whole audience. I would hurry as this is a class that you don’t want to miss! Met you on day one of CAPCon 2023 at 5:22 PM.” This prompted a few other littles that Alyssa has met before to give them their exact names and the date and time that she met them. About ten minutes later, Alyssa held out her hand before bringing her index finger to her mouth to create the “shhh!” sound. In seconds, the room was completely quiet. Unfortunately, this was when I noticed just how bad I had to poop. My bowels began moving and I felt a rumbling in my stomach. “Everyone!” Alyssa shouted. “Are you ready to get little?!” Just as the words left Alyssa’s mouth and the audience screamed “Yeah!”, a large warm mass began filing my diaper quickly. Alyssa was working the crowd again and repeated the same question. I stood up, not wanting to fill the audience with the stench of my messy diaper. Already, everyone realized why I stood up. When I walked by my sister, she gasped. “Oh no…” Jen said in a hushed voice. “Not the best timing, huh? Hurry and you won’t miss too much!” Just then, Alyssa noticed me standing up and smiled. “Everyone!” Alyssa said, scanning the audience carefully. “If you are a little that just messed your diapy, I would go and get that taken care of at the changing line. Don’t worry if you miss anything! This class is being recorded and will be available to you through a link and QR code that I will provide at the end of the class. So take care of that stink bomb and I promise you that you won’t miss too much.” Just as I was leaving, I saw Alyssa sticking the pacifier in her mouth as she began to demonstrate to the class what her little space looked like. Meanwhile, I was hurrying to the shorter diaper change line, which only had one in front of me. About five minutes later, Mommy Clarissa proceeded to quickly change me out of my messy diaper and into a fresh one. Mommy Clarissa then cast a curious stare on me. “Where are you going back to?” “Alyssa’s class,” I told her. “Letting Your Inner Little Come out and Play.” Mommy Clarrissa smiled. “Oh, that’s a good one! I love Glytter. She’s always a joy to see at these CAPCons! Hurry back. You shouldn’t be missing too much!” As I was entering, I could hear Alyssa continuing her introduction: “At 25 inches, you’re not going to reach any steering wheel, let alone the accelerator and brake. Need any other evidence? I’ve tried! My legs barely dangle over the huge driver’s seat. I’m that tiny…Yes, the seat is that big to me. Second issue. Mobility. Even if you could walk with my body, good luck covering long distances. You are going to tire out, and fast. Why do you think that my daddy takes me everywhere in the stroller? In college, I used an electric wheelchair. Luckily, my height disability paid for all of that. Third issue. Energy. If you had such a little body, you are going to need to recharge…a lot. Not just one nap. Now I can see the questions. ‘Glytter, how many naps do you take?’ Have you seen me at the con so far in the quiet nursery? I take THREE naps a day! One at 8:00 AM for two hours, one at noon for an hour and a half, and one at 4:00 for half an hour. That’s four hours of naps in the daytime. Plus, I sleep for nine hours at night, from 9:00 AM to 6:00 AM, so you late night partyers would not be able to party with my body. That’s 13 hours of sleep in a 24-hour period. So please. I don’t want to hear it. Please don’t wish that you had my body. It’s not all that’s cracked up to be. It’s a drag having to live as a 25 and a quarter inch dwarf 24 hours a day. A height that I have had to LIVE with since I stopped growing at two years old. Yes. I actually did used to grow, but that stopped almost 22 years ago this June…” By the time Alyssa got to “Second Issue”, I was sitting down next to Jen again. Jen smiled at me and pointed at Alyssa. “She’s good, Jill!” Jen whispered. “You didn’t miss much!” I nodded. “It’s the same as last year,” I told her. “I remember her saying all of this.” We both remained quiet as Alyssa continued her introduction: “Now, as much of a drag that this body is to live in, I can’t forget the most important reason as to why I have it. I have it to shame people like you. 1 Corinthians 1:27. Yes. I am quoting from the Bible. I may be a tiny dwarf, but I’m a born-again Christian. 1 Corinthians 1:27: ‘But God chose the foolish things of this world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong.’ Now do you think that it’s foolish and weak to see a woman speaking to you in such a frail and tiny body like this? That’s exactly why he chose me to be where I’m at. Now, I’m not going to feel sorry about myself because of my size. I stopped doing that a long time ago. I have decided that I’m going to make the very most of my life and live it in the best quality that I can. I have done remarkable things despite my size. While I have told you about not wishing for a body like mine, what you can do is acknowledge that most sensitive part of you. This part is the side that we hide from most people. Why do you think most adults are so insecure? We all have an inner little inside of us, and we keep it locked up in our house of our mind, and we don’t let it come out and play. But if you follow my advice and the tips and tricks that I give you, you too will be able to let your inner little come out to play every day. Now, who’s ready to let their inner little come out and play?” We all raised our hands and engaged in the same exercises as last year. She described the different little objects as “triggers” for us to use to let the little in us come out and play. These triggers included diapers, little clothes, little accessories like changing mats, bibs, and pacifiers and even went into little furniture like cribs and highchairs. While she knew that while not all of us could own cribs, she mentioned that it really helps to let us get into that little space. In the middle of Alyssa explaining everything, I could see Tabby nudging Trevor and raising her hand. “Excuse me, Glytter, um, Alyssa?” Alyssa smiled. “Either one would do, Tabby!” Tabby pointed to Trevor. “My twin here really likes this convention so far. But he just can’t get into his little space! We’ve tried so many things so far. I mean, it’s easy with me but he can’t do it…” I could see Trevor’s face burning red with embarrassment. “I can’t,” Trevor said in a timid voice. “I can’t enter little space. How do you do it?” Alyssa smiled and waved her hand at Trevor. “Up here, Trevor.” Trevor cast a doubtful look at Alyssa. “Me? Up there?” “Yes!” Alyssa said, her voice brimming with excitement. Come up here, okay? You’re not in trouble. I promise.” Trevor slowly walked up to where Alyssa was sitting with all her littlespace props around her. Alyssa then pointed to Tabby. “You too! Your brother needs moral support!” Tabby willingly walked up to join Trevor and smiled at him. Alyssa pointed to Trevor and smiled at the audience. “Everyone. I am not doing this to make a spectacle out of Trevor. Any one of you could be dealing with this problem that he’s facing. You just don’t feel like it. You don’t feel like you’re little. Am I doing a good job at describing your issue, Trevor?” Trevor nodded. “Yes Gly…I mean, Alyssa.” “Again,” Alyssa said with a smile. “I will accept either name! Now, I can tell you what your problem is right now, Trevor. The little inside of you is afraid to come out and play. You love to be little but you’re afraid of being judged by everyone. Trevor, look around you. You are at CAPCon. This is a safe space! A safe space for your inner little to come out and play. Now Trevor, do me a favor and close your eyes. We’re going to pretend like this audience isn’t even here.” This resulted in a few humorous sighs, followed by some quiet laughter. I watched as Trevor closed his eyes, carefully following Alyssa’s instructions. Alyssa then glanced at Tabby. “You too, Tabby! Now your inner little is very comfortable at coming out to play, but Trevor’s isn’t. Why don’t you close your eyes too? Support your twin brother!” Tabby did what she was told and closed her eyes. “Now,” Alyssa continued. “I want both of you to take your pacifiers and stick them in your mouth. Remember. We’re pretending like no one is here, okay? It’s just you two, pretending that you’re both at a wonderful playground with no one there. Now, suck on your pacifiers for a while. While you are doing this, I want you to only focus on the sound. I will give you about a minute.” Alyssa stopped talking and let both Trevor and tabby suck on their pacifiers with their eyes closed. This was very fun to watch. Over the course of a minute, I watched as Trevor began to smile. I then heard him cooing before I heard a series of nonsensical babbling. After the minute was up, he opened his eyes and ran to tag Tabby. “You’re it!” Trevor screamed in a toddler voice. Tabby smiled. “You’re doing it! Finally!” Tabby then started acting like a silly little girl. “No! You’re it!!!!” And before we knew it, both Trevor and Tabby were running around the space, giggling like a couple of hyperactive toddlers. Alyssa then glanced at the audience, while pointing to Trevor and Tabby. “See! Before that, Trevor just couldn’t act little, because his inner little was shy. He was afraid of being judged. But after he saw that it was safe, he surely came out and played. And wow! They’re both having a ball! Now Trevor? Tabby? You can both stop now!” Both Trevor and Tabby ignored Alyssa and kept giggling and running around. Alyssa laughed. “This is what I call a ‘baby trance’. While they’re very fun to have, they can be dangerous if you’re trying to assume responsibility. If you have a caregiver taking care of you full time, the responsibility falls on them to take care of you. But if you’re taking care of yourself, it’s important to learn how to shut it down. Remember how I talked about letting your inner little come out and play? Now we need to let their inner littles come back inside. It’s time for them to go to bed. Trevor? Tabby? It's time to go night night! It was fun, but it’s time to go.” Both Jen and I watched as Alyssa calmly spoke to Trevor and Tabby to break them out of their baby trances. When Tabby realized what she did, she just smiled, looking a little embarrassed. “Sorry,” Tabby said, looking at Alyssa. “It just felt so good and I didn’t want to stop!” Alyssa nodded. “It usually feels pleasant and something that you don’t want to escape from. Fortunately for me, I can exit a baby trance anytime I want. Just ask Daniel. He can vouch for me on this one!” Daniel nodded. “She can. When I tell her to stop, she then speaks to me in her normal voice again. It’s amazing.” Alyssa nodded. “And I’m very happy we were able to figure that out. After CAPCon last year, I remained in a baby trance for a long time. But thanks be to God, I was able to break out of it and now I can control it anytime I want. Now Trevor? Tabby? You can go and sit down now. Thank you for volunteering.” Both Trevor and Tabby sat down. After that, Alyssa had all of us close our eyes like Trevor and Tabby. It was like last year and we let go of our adult thoughts and let our little play for a little bit. I smiled as I heard Jen babbling nonsense next to me. She then spoke like she was two years old. I too talked like a baby and giggled like one. After that, Alyssa opened up the discussion for 10 minutes of Q&A. “I’ll take one from…Eric!” Alyssa said. “I see that you were able to head to the bathroom!” Eric nodded. “Yeah. But funny thing. A few minutes after I changed, I had to pee again so I went! Now for my question. What is it like living like a baby 24/7? It’s something that I’m considering but I want to know what it’s like from someone who lived it.” Alyssa smiled. “Eric, it’s the best thing in the world. I love being a baby and Daniel likes being my daddy. Now for you wanting to be a baby 24/7, you better have a caregiver who’s ready to take care of you 24/7.” Eric pointed to a woman who was sitting next to him. “I met Pamela in June. From what we have discussed, she has agreed to be my mommy.” Eric then showed Alyssa his ring finger. “And we just got engaged. The wedding is next month.” Pamela nodded. “Yes. I am taking care of this little boy. Any advice for taking care of him?” Alyssa pointed to Daniel. “I would suggest talking to my husband Daniel when we finish. It’s usually best to have a caregiver talk to another caregiver to exchange advice.” Pamela smiled. “Thank you. I will do that!” She then turned towards Eric. “Don’t stray from mommy, okay?” Eric nodded. “Okay mommy!” Alyssa glanced around. “Next question?” I gasped when I saw that my Aunt Wendy actually had her hand raised. Alyssa smiled. “Wendy Robbins? Met you yesterday around the main con space at around 1:56 PM.” Aunt Wendy smiled and glanced at Alyssa. “First of all, thank you for a wonderful class on how to act more like a little. Littlespace has always been something that I enjoyed, and more of a private pursuit now since my husband really isn’t into it at all. That exercise of yours helped me to awaken two-year-old me that I haven’t seen in forever. Now I have a question. I have already shared with you my incontinence that I developed since I was a little girl. Now I know that you’re incontinent from that green and blue badge that you have on. But I don’t think you have ever shared your incontinence story with me. In being incontinent for more than forty years, I was curious about how long you have been incontinent. How long has it been, Alyssa?” Alyssa lounged on her cushion and glanced at my aunt with a smile. “Wendy, you are right. I haven’t shared my incontinence story with you. But before I do, I have a little fun fact for you. I get this question at least once at every con. To answer your question, I have been both urinary and fecal for more than 20 years. How? Because my immature five-year-old self just didn’t want to be potty trained. And I can tell you the real reason behind that. It’s the underwear! Because I was the size of an infant, I was not able to wear the cool underwear that my older sister Amanda was able to wear. That size only started in 2T back in 2002. There was no 6M Disney Princess underwear! No Minnie Mouse! No Barbie! No Strawberry Shortcake! Now Etsy can make that now, but it’s too late. I have no muscle function in my bladder or bowels. Quick version of that story since I want to get to a couple more questions. At two, I successfully used the potty and was hoping for Disney Princesses, Minnie Mouses, Barbies, and Strawberry Shortcakes on my underwear. I didn’t get that. At the time, I only got this tiny silky white panty! It wasn’t any of the cool underwears like my sister Amanda’s! So, I didn’t want to use the potty anymore and kept peeing and pooping in my underwear until my mommy put me back in diapers. This happened every year until my fifth birthday, with my bladder control getting worse every year. After my fifth birthday, some medical tests were run on me. The doctors concluded that I permanently lost function in my bladder and bowel muscles, due to three years of neglect. The nerve signals were not making proper connections with my brain, so my body pretty much voided and defecated on its own. So yeah. Because of my immature five-year-old self, I now have to wear diapers for the rest of my life. And can I complain about your cool ABDL diapers? Not only do I not get to wear any cool underwear, I now cannot wear those cool ABDL diapers since they don’t make them in infant sizes. I mean, can Pampers make a Tykables Animooz in a Size 2 or 3? Or can Pampers make a ABU Little Kings in a Size 2 or 3? I imagine that your diapers are much more absorbent than mine by comparison. I am so jelly! Two more questions and daddy has to get me ready for my nappy time…Who can I ask next? How about someone I haven’t met yet. You! The boy in the cute dark blue dinosaur footed sleeper.” The man smiled. “Ethan. Anyway, this is my first con and I just got into ABDL. How do I find a mommy and how do I find a daddy? I want both a mommy and daddy to take care of me.” Alyssa smiled. “Well Ethan, first of all, you are in the right place. CAPCon is the perfect place to meet a mommy and daddy. I would advise that you walk around the con space and meet new people. I would recommend attending the Caregiving 101 class led by Mommy Clarissa and Daddy Eric. Most of the ones that attend are new caregivers so you would have a good chance at meeting your mommy and daddy there. Last question…Ah! Mallory again? You closed the questions last year. Oh, and you did an excellent job running my pacie stand by the way…” Mallory smiled and nodded, proudly displaying her Glytter pacifier. “Alyssa, I just wanted to follow up on your baby formula regimen from last year. How is that going?” Alyssa nodded. “It’s going excellent, Mal! And you just reminded my daddy to get my next bottle ready. To answer your question, the formula has been doing wonders for my little space. Since I don’t eat solid food anymore, it makes my diet a lot easier to manage. All daddy needs to do is manage it for me. And it has been working well over the past year. If you factor in a year worth of feedings, that’s more than 2,000 bottles. It has helped to regulate my digestion and it has made diaper changes for my daddy very predictable. I always have the same formula the same time of day every day. Now for those who don’t know the routine, I will explain it again like I did last year. My feeding times are 6:45 AM, 10:00 AM after my nap, 1:30 PM after my nap, 4:30 after my nap, and 7:00 PM for a dinner feeding. My daddy sometimes gives me a dream feeding at 10:00 PM before he goes to bed. So I can have up to six feedings in a day. I need between 2 and 2.5 ounces of formula per pound of body weight, which is about 28 ounces, and I get 30 ounces if I get all six of my feedings. That’s 600 delicious calories per day, which is plenty to run a tiny body like mine. The dream feedings are the best since I’m half-awake when I get those. All that yummy formula being fed to me in my sleep…All of this is still doing wonders for my little space, everyone!” Alyssa then let out a yawn. “Well, my daddy needs to go and get my diapy changed. Thank you for attending the class! Go buy a pacie and support my business! Also say hi if you see me at the con! Love you all. Have a wonderful CAPCon, everyone!” Just before anyone could ask Alyssa any questions, Daniel came and picked her up. He sat her in her stroller and began wheeling her out of the room. I then saw Pamela running up to him and frowning. Daniel turned around and sighed. “You had some questions about caregiving? I will be more than happy to answer them for you once I get Alyssa changed and have her put down for a nap.” “Aw!” Pamela said with a smile. “Well, Eric is going to need his nap as well so I’m going to take him to the quiet nursery. Eric is tired, aren’t you baby?” Eric smiled and glanced at Pamela. “Yes. Vewy tye-yahd mommy!” Daniel nodded. “We can talk outside the nursery while our littles are sleeping.” Pamela smiled. “Sounds good. I’m going to need a lot of mommy advice for my little one!” Pamela slowly trailed behind Daniel while he began wheeling Alyssa to the nearest family bathroom. Jen tapped me on the shoulder and smiled. “I LOVED Alyssa’s presentation! She was so cute up there! I think that I’m a natural at letting my inner little come out and play. Tee hee!” Trisha nodded. “Yeah. Ally is amazing. She has perfect memory recall. She never forgets anything! Now, I’m going back into baby mode. Bye bye!” Jen laughed and followed suit, regressing her mind to that of a toddler in just seconds. Trisha began to play with the wheels on Jen’s wheelchair and giggled. “Dhey go wound and wound and wound!” Trisha said with a smile that conveyed childlike innocence and fascination. This got Kurt’s attention, who stopped Trisha from spinning the wheels. “Trishy, daddy says stop! Be a good girl for daddy, okay?” Trisha gasped and released her grip from the wheels. “Ah bee gud gul foh daddy!” Calvin then smiled, glancing at the wheels before running both his hands through Jen’s hair. “You are my buttercup…” This made Jen smile and giggle with delight. “I buttahcup?” Calvin leaned his face down towards Jen and nodded. “Yes you are. Um Jenny?” “Yes Calvie?” Jen said with a giddy smile. “I don’t feel like being a daddy right now,” Calvin confessed. “Can I be wittle?” Jen gave the ribbon of Calvin’s pacifier clip a playful yank before releasing her grip. “Well, I don’t feel like being a mommy either so I guess we’re both going to be little!” That was my cue to assume the maternal role for Jen. I began to push Jen’s wheelchair when a strong arm stopped me. “I can do it, baby.” It was Nicolas (my daddy! ^_^). He grabbed both handles of the wheelchair while me, Jen, and Calvin were all able to act like mindless toddlers. We all ended up walking to the Little Girl’s room. Calvin even joined us, despite the fact that it was for “little girls”. And considering that I saw a few other boys in the room playing with the girls, it made it seem a lot more normal. The setup of the toys in the nursery reminded me just how badly I needed some space to play with baby toys. With the mansion that was under construction in Fox Chapel, Pennsylvania, there would certainly be a few rooms dedicated to play. Play areas would be in both Jen’s and my room as well as a large playroom for playdates that we would plan in the future. We all let our inner littles come out and play, following Alyssa’s advice to a tee. Every one of us forgot that we were adults and just had a blast with building blocks, Lego Duplo’s, stackable color rings, stackable cups, and other fun little toys! That did it. When I come home with my sis, we are buying some little toys and are going to use the guest room as our temporary play room. I thought of the crib that Alyssa always got to sleep in and sighed. Eventually, I will want a crib. For the next hour and a half, me, Jen, Calvin, and Trisha all played in the little girl’s room like little babies with other little girls (and a few other little boys). Alyssa didn’t join us since she took her nap at 4:00. This made me think about what my life would be like if I had a body like hers. If that was the case, I would probably tire a lot easier. During one point, I saw both Trevor and Tabby running into the Little Girl’s room and playing. Tabby then whispered something in my ear: “Me and Trevie jus pwayed in dah wittle boy’s woom! Now we pway in wittle gul’s woom!” After she whispered, she began to giggle as she began shaking various blocks in her hands while Trevor followed suit, giggling with her. After playing, my daddy pushed Jen in her wheelchair and I followed him with Calvin following me and Kurt leading Trisha by the hand, like she was a little girl. We all got into the diaper change line since daddy checked my diaper, Jen’s diaper, and Calvin’s diaper. (Kurt also checked Trisha’s diaper and she needed a change) Both mine and Jen’s were saggy and Calvin’s was easy to check since he was wearing a Little King’s which had a wetness indicator. Trisha’s was also saggy but smelled really bad since she pooped while we were in line. Moments later, I saw Daniel right behind us, pushing Alyssa in the stroller. I also saw Eric and Pamela standing next to each other. Pamela smiled at Eric. “Do you know why we’re in this line, sweet bean?” Eric shrugged his shoulders. “Why mommy?” Pamela glanced at Eric’s waist. “Mommy checked your diaper and you were all wet. Did you see how blue it was? Blue means lots of potties, dearie.” Alyssa glanced at all of us and smiled. “Daddy already fed me. Since I was all rested, I woke up early from my nappy. It looks like we all need changes! It’s a good thing mine is wet.” “I wet and tinky!” Trisha shouted, pointing at her diaper with silly and animated gestures. We all continued talking with each other and other littles when they noticed that Alyssa was in the fast diaper changing line. 20 minutes later, I saw a familiar woman that was different than Mommy Alaina. Is that? Yeah! It’s Mommy Clarissa again! Mommy Clarissa glanced at Alyssa and smiled. “Hi Glytter! Nice seeing you at CAPCon once again. Does Ally baby need her diapy changed?” “Wes!” Alyssa said, giving her a childish smile. “I ah wet!” Clarissa nodded and lifted Alyssa effortlessly onto the ABDL changing mat, which was greatly oversized for Alyssa due to her dwarfism. “So sweet pea, I’m putting you in a Huggies, okay?” “Nuuuuuuuu!!!!” Alyssa shouted, trying not to laugh. Clarissa gave Alyssa a teasing smile. “Mommy Clarissa is just joking! I know your real favorite diaper is Luvs, right?” Alyssa responded by making a loud raspberry sound: “PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!” Clarissa then began to tickle Alyssa and laughed. “Okay. I’m done kidding, Pampers girl.” “Yah!” Alyssa shouted. “I pompahs gul!” Clarissa changed Alyssa into a new Size 2 Pampers Swaddlers. This made me a little jealous since Alyssa could actually wear infant-sized diapers as an adult. And yeah, Alyssa. I know what you said about all the drawbacks of having such a tiny body. Now I wouldn’t want that body for life but if I could be Alyssa for a day, that would be the best experience ever. Mommy Clarissa changed me next, teasing me about how wet my diaper was. And wow. She’s definitely a good mommy if she can change diapers this well. Her tape job was PERFECT and the way that she changed me really made me feel like a baby. Sis, can you be a mommy every once in a while so I can have a mommy and daddy? Jen was next. She made Mommy Clarissa laugh when she gave her funny faces before sucking on her pacifier. Oh Jennifer. You are such a riot! She made me laugh so hard that I began peeing my new diaper. Now you’re probably wondering. Mommy Jill! What’s so funny? Well since you asked, this is what happened. Jen carefully got out of her wheelchair. Her eyes darted around the room before she made babbling sounds by stroking her index finger up and down over her lips. “Brrrrblllbrbblllbrrlll!!! Bllllllllllllllllllllll!” Clarissa laughed. “Over here, silly girl!” “AH SEE-LEE GUL!!!!” Jen shouted in her toddler voice. She then continued to make silly sounds which Clarissa found very amusing. As Clarissa laid Jen on the changing mat, Jen popped her pacifier in her mouth and continued her silly antics. “Mnnnnnnnnbnnnn! Mnnnnbnnnn!” She bobbed her head up and down, which prompted Clarissa to take control of the oversized tyke. “Listen to Mommy Clarissa.” Clarissa said in a very calm and sweet voice. “Now you’ve got a very wet butt with a lot of potties in there. I’m going to change you into a new butt. How’s that, my little sweetie?” Jen’s eyes glowed with excitement as she began to kick her legs as Clarissa unzipped her footed sleeper. Sure enough, the diaper was heavily sagging between her legs. “See hun?” Clarissa said, pointing to the soggy diaper. “There is so much potties in there! I need to get you into a new one or you’ll have potties all over the place! Legs up, sweetie…” Jen continued pumping her legs up and down, which was stopped when Clarissa pinched her legs together. She quickly wiped Jen and added barrier cream to her princess parts. She powdered a new Tykables Waddlers diaper and grabbed Jen with both her legs pinched together. Jen giggled as Clarissa separated her legs to fold the diaper between her legs. Clarissa then fastened both thigh and waist tapes snugly like a pro. “All done!” Clarissa said in a sing song voice. “Yay! Let’s get you back in your footie jammies. Here. Your one leg goes here and now the other leg.” Clarissa then helped Jen’s arms into the sleeves before zipping up the footed sleeper. She then gave a playful pat on Jen’s pajamaed diapered butt. “You’re all done, sweet pea. Baby Cal is next!” I smiled and glanced at Clarissa. “Wow! You’re good at this!” Mommy Clarissa smiled. “Jill, I’m one of the most requested mommies in the community. It breaks my heart when I have to turn down some requests because my calendar is always full. “Over here, Calvie!” Clarissa then changed Calvin’s diaper, which was another easy one since it was just wet. After that, Trisha was next. Her diaper change took a little longer since it was a very poopy one. After Trisha was done, we all thanked Mommy Clarissa for changing us and my daddy pushed Jen. Calvin then ran away from us with a giggle. “Where Calvie go?” Jen said in a pouty voice. “Noooooooooo!!!” At this Jen began to cry, since her new friend deserted her. I sighed. “It will be okay, Jen. Maybe he has other friends here besides us? I mean, hasn’t he been to a few CAPCons before?” Jen nodded. “Yeah. But now I’m sad, Jill. Since Calvin left us, I just don’t feel like acting little now.” With Calvin not with our group, it was just me, Jen, Nicolas, Kurt, Trisha, Daniel, and Alyssa. Both Trevor and Tabby were somewhere else in the con space, doing their own thing. As we walked towards the playplace, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Aunt Wendy! Aunt Wendy laughed. “I just got my diaper changed! Have you let Mommy Clarissa change you yet? She’s the best!” Both I and all the other littles in my group exchanged smiles. “That’s where we all just were.” Aunt Wendy smiled. “That Mommy Clarissa is amazing. I am definitely going to her Caregiving 101 class. It will give me some good ideas in being a real mother to my sons and daughters back at home.” I smiled. “Maybe only for Macy, since Phoebe is growing up and Randy and Jake are already past that phase.” Aunt Wendy nodded. “Of course. Exploring this space this weekend has been fun. I’ll have to tell Macy when she’s old enough.” I gasped. “Does Macy not know about your diapers?” Aunt Wendy shook her head with a quiet sigh. “Jill, I think she knows. But I don’t think Macy has any business in asking her mommy about her diapers. In the few times that she has brought up the matter, I told her not to talk about mommy’s ‘special underwear’. When Macy is around 10 or older, I will have that discussion with her. Until then, my diapers and my incontinence is not her business, but mine. We all approached the playplace at the lobby level. I started to play but frowned when I saw my sister Jen not joining me. Instead, Jen sulked as she sat in her wheelchair, having a pity party that I wasn’t invited to. I crashed her party and smiled, trying to make Jen feel better. “Come on, Jen! I know you’re bummed about Calvin not being here. But this is CAPCon! Let’s play in the playplace!” “Leave me alone…” Jen said in a depressed voice. Trisha then ran up to me and smiled. “Wat wong wif Jenny?” “It’s Calvin,” I told her. “Ever since he randomly left us, she’s been in her own little funk.” Trisha suddenly became serious and broke her little girl act. Trisha glanced down at Jen’s level, giving her an understanding look. “Jen, look at me.” Jen sighed as she saw Trisha. “What do you want?” Trisha smiled. “Look Jen. I know that you’re very bummed about your new friend not playing with us. Do you know what? Before Kurt and Bradley, I was very lonely like you are right now. And you know what? Alyssa talked some sense into me.” Alyssa nodded. “Yeah. I told Trisha to get out of her hole and to look for gratitude instead of pitying herself.” Trisha nodded. “And you know what? I took Alyssa’s advice. One month later, I met Bradley! Before that, I just had a bunch of random crushes.” Jen took a deep breath and sighed, trying to feel better. “You’re right, Trisha. Maybe that Calvin was busy with something else.” Just then, Calvin ran by with a normal expression on his face. Jen smiled. “It’s working! Cal? Over here!” Calvin nodded and glanced at my sister and the rest of the group., “Oh. Nice to see you all again! I’m sorry that I had to run off like that. I just finished having an important phone call with my mother.” Jen nodded. “Oh. Does she know that you’re here at CAPCon?” Calvin nodded. “She does. She knows about me being into ABDL and has no problem with it. My father on the other hand wants to disown me because of it. It’s very frustrating. Despite my mom trying to tell him that it’s my coping mechanism for dealing with my lifelong incontinence that I had since middle school. Jen nodded and sighed. “My grandpa is the same way. He hates it to a point where he doesn’t want anyone in the family to come for Thanksgiving or Christmas because we wear diapers. My cousin Macy is in the first grade and she still wears diapers 24/7. Her mother also wears diapers because of her childhood incontinence.” Calvin gasped. “Are you talking about your aunt Wendy? Yeah. I heard her question during Alyssa’s class.” “Are you all talking about me?” We all turned around to notice Aunt Wendy standing next to us. “I was playing nearby and I could overhear your conversation.” Aunt Wendy told us with a smile. “It’s true. Things are a little complicated with our family, as we are divided over diapers. It kind of started with me when I was little and then moved to my daughter Macy. If you want the full story on that, I can tell you later. Let’s just say that Macy lost her bladder and bowel control over time, which was something that her mommy also experienced in wearing diapers all the time when she was little.” She pointed to herself with a smile. “After Macy, I discover that my twin nieces also wore diapers. First, it was you, Jill. And then you, Jen. Then my sister-in-law Helen punishes her teen daughter Monica for wearing one of the twin’s diapers to bed by treating her like a baby. This punishment backfires, as Monica enjoyed it very much so Helen continued the punishment. Monica now prances around her house like a baby. It’s actually kind of cute to see her like that. I’m actually staying with them in Chicago until I return to Cincinnati. But between her, the twins, Macy, and me, the family is very divided and my father thinks it’s a curse because of what my babysitter did. I mean, come on. He thinks it’s a curse because my babysitter put a Pampers diaper on me for my bedwetting?” Calvin nodded. “I think I understand the gist of it. My two nieces, my one nephew, and my youngest cousins are all in elementary school and they’re all still in diapers 24/7. Could it just be them growing up as iPad kids? I have never seen anything like this before. Growing up, I never remember too many kids attending school in diapers, besides me….” Jen’s mood changed and she decided to play afterall with Calvin back. Everyone especially played with us when they saw Alyssa. We all played for the next hour. We all ate dinner around 6:00. Everyone except for Alyssa, who would not have her next feeding until 7:00. It was another buffet style dinner like yesterday, and Jen let Calvin eat in a highchair since he felt very little and less like a daddy. Trisha was the only other one that got a highchair. Meanwhile, my daddy Nicolas fed me and Jen while Kurt watched Trisha being fed by a female CAPCon Staff member. In the middle of the dinner, I remembered to give daddy Jen’s medication, which he would then give to Jen. I know how much my sister hated taking it but we need to play the pill game for now. After dinner, we all checked out the Dark Ageplay room, except for Alyssa, who really didn’t care for it. Daniel took her back to the playplace while I pushed Jen with Calvin next to me and Kurt leading Trisha by the hand. From my experience in the Dark Ageplay room this time, it seemed like Jen was enjoying it even more than I was. I smiled as I watched Calvin tie up Jen in ropes. Calvin even spanked my sister, which brought a smile to her face. That is all I’m going to say. For all the fun details, Jen will be more than happy to share them when you get to Jennifer’s Story. For me, I don’t really care for the BDSM stuff, as my littlespace and ageplay is mostly non-sexual. When we finished the Dark Ageplay room, we all decided to call it a night. I kissed my daddy goodnight and Calvin said goodnight to Jen. “Goodnight, my little pumpkin.” Calvin said to my sister, before giving her a kiss on the forehead. It was now just me, Jen, Kurt, Trisha, Daniel, and Alyssa, with Trevor and Tabby rejoining us. “Hi hi!” Tabby said in a high-pitched energetic voice. “We wanted to make a lot of friends at CAPCon today so we didn’t stay with you so sowwies!” Alyssa smiled. “It’s okay Tabby. That’s the whole idea of CAPCon. To make friends!” Trevor smiled. “It very fun! Thanks for the class! I think I’m starting to feel like my little self.” “He fun tah pway wif when he a wittle baby!” Tabby said with a giggle. “Anyway, are we all buying milkies? Both Trevor and I brought our baby bottles so we’re ready to fill them up back at the room!” Trisha smiled. “And daddy’s gots extra formula to mix incase you too are extra thirsty babies.” Tabby’s face lit up. “Is it the Similac stuff that tastes like breastmilk?” Kurt nodded. “It is. I give it to Trishy all the time back at home.” “Yay!” Tabby shouted. “Okay. Let’s buy our milkies!” And buy we did. I, Jen, Trisha, Trevor, and Tabby all bought milk from the hotel store (which had a surprisingly higher stock because of CAPCon). While we were doing this, Daniel left wheeling Alyssa in her stroller. I pushed Jen while Kurt walked with Trisha, guiding her by the hand like she was three. The Wilson Twins trailed right behind them, swinging their plastic milk bottles to and fro. We all got in the elevator and rode it to the 28th floor while Kurt, Trisha, Trevor, and Tabby rode it to the 29th floor. I pushed Jen in her wheelchair to room 2806 and called it a night. We entered to hear the shower running, as Daniel was getting Alyssa ready for bed. After Alyssa finished, both Jen and I got our own showers. I let Jen go first and I went last. Since both me and Jen wore our Little Monsters footed sleepers all day, we both switched into a new set, which was the Critter Caboose ones from Rearz. For our nighttime diapers, we both wore Tykables Animooz diapers. Jen was in her pajamas before me so she took the liberty of filling my baby bottle and her baby bottle with the milks that we bought. With our milky baa baas cold around our palms, we crawled into our freshly made bed (thanks housekeeping!) and sucked down our bottles, which Jen managed to finish first. In the other bed, I saw that Alyssa was already sleeping and Daniel was dream feeding her a bottle of baby formula. Jen tilted her face and sighed. “I hope that Calvie can be my daddy and dream feed me. Of course this will be after we get married. In turn, I will breastfeed my baby Cal.” I smiled. “You want to breastfeed Calvin?” Jen nodded. “Of course, Jill! That’s what mommy’s do! He would sit in my lap and I would make sure that he got plenty of my milk.” I nodded. “I wonder if my daddy could get me to lactate so I could have my own milk?” Jen gave me a mischievous smile. “Who knows, Jill? I just hope that Cal can be my daddy…” Both Jen and I finished our milky baa baas. I smiled, looking forward to the next full day of CAPCon. There were only two full days left before CAPCon was over. I let out a contented sigh and fell asleep. Now I’m sure that you want the ending to CAPCon, my JJ Little Besties. I’m sorry, but you’ll just have to wait a little bit longer. You babies must all be very tired, so follow Mommy Jill’s orders. Get into your beds and enjoy that hotel room while you can. Get plenty of rest because the end of CAPCon is going to be wonderful. How does it all end? How did I spend my last two days of CAPCon? What other fun does my sister have with her new friend? Stay tuned, my JJ Little Besties. It’s going to be a good one… To be concluded…

Poor Gabby has been broken by her mother. And you have paid attention to the beginning of the first chapter, we all know that Gabby somehow survives all of this somehow. As for now, Gabby and her sister Abby have to deal with their psychopath mother. I want to explore this in some of the upcoming chapters. You are very welcome, Olympiczero! I would also like to thank my fellow readers in following Gabby Rivers (Rogers) through her journey of survival. I will be working on the next chapter so stay tuned for the next one! 😀

Not necessarily. A lot of this has to do with Dr. Rivers (mother) breaking Gabby to a point where she just gives up. We are getting very close to all the questions being answered. I would say by the next three or four chapters, everything will make sense.... 😀

Chapter 13: But I’m Not a Baby! My two legs hung over the changing table that my mom usually used to change my sister Abby. I quietly heaved tears as I felt my mother holding the diaper folded between my legs with one hand while she fastened the two tapes with the other hand. One tape. My reddened face burned with the tears that were flowing out of it. As my mother fastened the second tape, I lost it. I began to cry incessantly. My cries were muffled as my mother shoved a pacifier in my mouth. “Quiet Gabby,” My mother said in a calm yet stern voice. “You had three accidents, dear. You want to be a baby? I can grant that, Gab Gab.” I spit out the pacifier in protest and looked at my mother, flush with embarrassment. “But I’m not a baby!” My mother grabbed my soaked Pull-Up and pointed to it. “What do you call that then, Gabby? Does a big girl pee her Pull-ups when she’s supposed to be potty trained? You have everything in your power to get up and use the potty while I was busy, but you decided to pee your Pull-Up instead. And worse of all, it leaked and you made a mess in your sister’s room. What that’s telling me is that you don’t want to act like a big girl anymore…” “No…” I argued, my voice sounding timid. “You don’t understand, mother.” “YOU don’t understand, Gabby.” My mother said, pointing at me. “You are going to follow my rules and you’re going to be a good girl. Now, let mommy get you dressed for bed. I already dressed your sister so it’s your turn.” My mother removed my T-shirt and bra and left me on the changing table in just my diaper. She came back holding what looked like pajamas. She unfolded them, revealing a large pink footed sleeper. “Footed pajamas?” I softly squeaked, my cheeks burning red. “No mother! Can’t I wear anything else?” “No!” My mother said, pointing to the infantile pajamas. “From what you have been showing me, you don’t want to be a big girl, now lay still and let mommy get you into these pajamas.” I flinched, now mortified at the pajamas that I had to wear. “But I’m not a baby!” “Hush,” my mother said, as she laid the pajamas flat on the changing table next to me. “You are going to wear them or there’s going to be consequences.” I nodded, my eyes red with tears. I really had no choice at this point. “Yes mother…” “Good girl…” My mother unzipped the footed sleeper from the collar to the legs and helped both my legs into the two feet. She then guided my arms into the sleeves until both my hands emerged out of them. Now laying in my zipped open footed sleeper, my mother zipped the zipper from the foot all the way up to the collar. She then fastened the Velcro safety flap at the top of the zipper by the collar. I looked down and then closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see it. I didn’t want to see what I had become. Embarrassingly enough, I looked just like my sister only I was a teenager, not a baby. “Gabby,” My mother said sternly. “Starting tomorrow, you will be wearing diapers for the entire day. You are going to have that pacifier in your mouth and you are not allowed to speak. You can cry or make any other sound that babies make. But I don’t want to hear a word out of you. If I do, I add another day of wearing diapers to your punishment for each additional offense. If you follow my rules and wear diapers for the whole day, it’s back to Pull-Ups the next day. The same rules apply for the Pull-Ups. You will be like a big girl and use the potty every half hour.” I sadly nodded, fearing that my mother had already started the rules that night. After that, my mother guided me to my room and prompted me to lay on my bed. “Gabby,” My mother told me. “I am going to get your sister into her crib and ready for bed. Keep this in your mouth until I return. Do NOT take it out.” My mother stuck a pacifier in my mouth and my cheeks burned red as I began to suck on it. I quietly whimpered after my mother left the room. With each second that I sucked on the plastic teat, I was sucking more and more of my dignity away from myself. And the pink footed sleeper didn’t make things any better. “I’m not a baby…” I softly said to myself, wishing that I actually meant it. But deep down, I didn’t. Because I knew. I knew that I was a bad girl. There is no arguing with my mother. She is always right. I had my accidents so now I have to be a baby now. Sure, I could tell myself that I’m not a baby to make myself feel better. But how much of a lie was that, considering that I was sucking on a pacifier and now wearing a diaper and footed sleeper? My soft and quiet whimpers became cries of defeat. I cried because I knew that every part of me was gone. I cried because…because…That’s what babies do. Babies cry… And I was a baby. A crying baby seeking the comfort of her pacifier to try to numb away anything else that I was feeling right now. I suddenly felt two hands gently clutch me. “Time for your milky, Gab Gab.” My mother hoisted me into her lap. She pulled out the pacifier and stuck a baby bottle into my mouth. And…yeah. The humiliation was gone. There was nothing left. Nothing left for me to feel. I weakly smiled as I felt the warmth of my mother’s lap. I sucked down the milk like the good baby that I was. This was surrender. This was order. This was structure. This was…my life. I then felt the gentle pat on the back of my neck as I heard a vocal reward for my complete compliance: “Good girl. Drink every last drop, Gabs. Be a good girl for mommy.” Mommy. This made me smile for some strange reason. Maybe it was because of her new expectation of what I had to be now. At least for the duration of my punishment in diapers. It was like my body was on muscle memory. Without hesitation, I followed my mother’s every rule to a tee. When I was finished with my milk, my mother gave me a few gentle slaps on my back until I burped. My mother then laid me in my bed and kissed me goodnight. And as my mother left, my mind began to spin. I was a baby. But I was still a teenager. My body looked every bit of the 16-year-old that I was. But I ignored what my body told me because of my mother’s rules. If my mother said something, it was so. And if I didn’t believe her, there would be consequences to pay. Almost instinctually now, I stuck my pacifier back in my mouth and fell asleep. *** I woke up and rolled over, feeling a wide bulk underneath my butt and between my legs. The diaper held it all. It held everything. And strangely enough, there was no sense of urgency. No desperate rush to the bathroom. That urgency was not there. My bladder was empty and my diaper was full. I sat up, stretching and yawning. I was then suddenly hit with a strange urge to suck on my pacifier. It almost scared me how quick of a habit it was becoming. I put the pacifier into my mouth, like it was a part of me. My mother walked into my room, nursing my sister in her arms. I had no words to criticize my sister now, since I too was a “baby” now. “Gddd mnnning mommhnn…” I lisped while speaking with my pacifier. My mother’s face became cross and she scolded me with her finger. “No no, Gab Gab!” My mother said in a sing song voice. “Babies don’t talk! For that, you’re going to spend another day in diapers. You’re going to be in diapers today and tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, you’ll be back in Pull-Ups. But you can’t say another word or I will keep adding additional days!” I froze, sucking on my pacifier like it was a part of me now. My mother sat Abby down on the floor and approached me. I was about to stand up when she pushed me down. “No no, Gabs!” My mother scolded again in her sing song voice. “Babies can’t walk. They crawl. I’ll give that one a pass but if I see you walk again, it’s another day in diapers. Another day as a baby.” I nodded as I crawled on my knees towards Abby. Abby looked at me with a blank face. I wondered if the face was the look of sadness. The face that told me that there was nothing left. That’s when Abby looked at my mother and started to whine. “Mo mak mama! Mo mak!” My mother smiled at my sister. “Not yet, Abbycadabry. Mommy’s got to change your sister’s diaper first.” Abby then became silent and glanced at my mother, who scooped her up in her arms. “We’re going to your room, Abby. Gabby baby? I’m going to change your diaper. Follow mommy!” I followed my mother, crawling on my knees the whole way there. Once there, my mother hoisted me into the changing table, where my long legs stretched out over the edge of the table. At least they felt long compared to the changing table, which was intended to be used for a child closer to Abby’s size. Now crammed in the changing table, my mother unzipped my footed sleeper and undid my heavily saturated diaper. I somehow found some solace as I sucked away at my pacifier. It now became as natural as my breathing. It has already been overnight and I have completely gotten used to sucking on a pacifier. I then noticed an interruption as my mother hoisted my butt up and laid me back down on an opened-up diaper while I rhythmically sucked on my pacifier. I felt the soft cornstarch powder on my butt. My mother also wiped me and wiped barrier cream all over my nether region. I then felt the soft sensation of more baby powder being sprinkled on me before the diaper was folded between my legs. The diaper hugged me as she sealed both tapes around my waist. After that, my mother discarded my pajamas and helped me into a romper dress designed for a tween. But being the petite teenager that I was, I could fit into tween clothing. But something was strange about this clothing. I noticed it when my mother snapped the three crotch buttons. Snap. Snap. Snap. I looked down, pacifier in my mouth and found that it was a pink sleeveless frill smocked romper. There were tiny white dots that dotted the whole outfit, giving it a babyish look. This could not have been an outfit that she bought at a store. This had to have been custom made and ordered on a website. Was it etsy? My concern melted away when my mother began doing my hair into twin pig tails. At this point, it just didn’t matter. Although I was sixteen, I did not look it at all. I was a baby. A bigger baby with custom clothes that my mother bought for me. For the better part of the day, I was tethered to my sister Abby’s schedule. After my mother changed my diaper, she fed me a baby bottle filled with milk. I then watched videos with my sister Abby and played with her. When It was naptime for Abby, it was naptime for me too. My mother tucked me into my bed, having me sleep in a pink onesie that was in my size. I didn’t think that I would be tired during naptime, but I surprisingly fell asleep. And that’s how the rest of the day went. I didn’t even bother to try to hold in my bladder as my diaper was going to hold everything. Every time that my mother changed me, I was always wet. That night, I felt my stomach beginning to ache. That’s when I felt a churning in my stomach and groin. The feeling became uncomfortable. Oh no. I have to poop. Does my mother actually expect me to poop in my diaper too? I sighed, as the feeling to poop became stronger and stronger as I held it in. And then, I just couldn’t hold it anymore. I pushed and felt a very soft and gooey mass spread all over the inside of me. I could feel my padded butt swell and then felt the warm sensation of pee at the same time. And I couldn’t believe it. I wasn’t even disgusted at laying in my messy diaper. I think it had to do with being so withdrawn and defeated that I just didn’t want to feel anything. So I didn’t. I let everything happen. I totally crapped my diaper and was somehow able to fall asleep, despite the smell. “Pee yew! It looks like someone was busy last night!” I suddenly remembered that I still had one more day of wearing diapers before I could talk today. That’s when I noticed my pacifier lying next to me. I was about to put it in my mouth, but my mother was faster and she stuck it in my mouth. “You stinky girl,” My mother teased. “Let’s get you out of that stinky diaper and get you cleaned up, okay?” I nodded with my pacifier in my mouth. I crawled, following my mother to the bedroom. My mother then took me to the bathroom. She removed my footed sleeper and took off the diaper while I laid on the linoleum floor. The poop was spread around most of the inside of the diaper and around my legs, butt, and nether region, so my mother carefully guided me to the shower and rinsed everything off with a shower head. After that, she gave me a bath and handed me a bunch of bath toys to play with. Reflexively, I grabbed the bath toys and began splashing the toys around like a carefree toddler. It was muscle memory at this point. If my mother wanted me to do something, I did it without hesitation. After the bath, my mother took me back to Abby’s room and changed me into a new diaper while I laid on the changing table. For the rest of the day, I just watched TV with Abby, played with Abby, took naps whenever Abby did, got fed a baby bottle of milk whenever Abby was breastfed, and went to bed when Abby did. And all day, I just peed and pooped in my diapers without a second thought. I was almost getting used to all of this when a chilling realization came over me. It was after my mother kissed me goodnight and closed the door. I was going back to Pull-Ups tomorrow. Back to re-potty training. This meant that my mother was going to take my pacifier away from me. I would be expected to act like a “big girl” and not suck on the pacifier anymore. This stupid pacifier. Why am I so addicted to it now? And why do I suddenly feel comfortable wearing diapers all of a sudden? It was…my mother. Her rules had a way of breaking me. But now I had to quickly adjust to a new set of rules. No fair! After two days of peeing and pooping myself, how do you expect me to suddenly adjust to using the toilet again? No. I will not. “My mother will not take away my pacifier,” I decided. She will not take away my diapers either. I could already feel a subtle bulk between my legs and a gentle stream of pee beginning to tickle my butt as my thirsty diaper was consuming everything. Yeah, I’m a teenager. But I’m not a baby! That’s what I thought anyway. My mother showed me that I was a baby and now she’s about to take that away. I pouted in my bed, losing my fight to stay awake as my days of being a baby came to a close… It may look that way, but stay tuned. Yes they have. Poor Gabby. Hopefully she'll experience a less stormy season soon...

Chapter 12: Downward Spiral My eyes squinted open and I felt the familiar bulk around my legs. Familiar? Did I just say that? With it now being six weeks since I started wearing Pull-Ups, the soft and fluffy bulk of the padding was something that I started to get used to over time. Every morning now, I expected my Pull-Up to be damp. After all, my mother never penalized a wet Pull-Up overnight. Because according to her, I was still being “potty trained”. According to her, she couldn’t bring herself to be too harsh on a “little girl who is starting to learn the potty”. Well, if that is what my mother wants to call me, I guess I’m a little girl now. Afterall, my autonomy just didn’t exist anymore. What my mother said was the final word in the household. Six weeks ago, I did give my mother the money to pay Renee’s mother for the mattress and bedding that I ruined since I was a bad girl. My mother didn’t allow me to even see Renee’s mother when she visited since that was “part of my punishment”. According to her, this was a matter that concerned adults so I was a good girl and gave my mother every penny that I owed Renee’s mother for the mattress and bedding. On a more positive note, my mother’s strict regimen to have me use the toilet every half hour has resulted in zero accidents over the past six weeks I have earned just about every one of my earnable privileges back. The last two that I needed to earn was being able to dress myself and the one that I was waiting for: my panties. In just two weeks I would be able to get my panties back, but would still be forever barred from the social freedoms that all my friends enjoyed. My latest privilege that I earned back was being able to use my cellphone. I heard the buzz of my cellphone and checked it. It was a text message from Gina. Gina: Are you still grounded? I sighed and texted her back: Yeah. Of course! What do you think? My mom is cruel and inhuman! I plopped my cellphone on the bed and was on the verge of tears. I then heard another buzz. Gina: How was your birthday? Did she at least let you celebrate that? I sighed. How would I respond to Gina? It wasn’t a sweet sixteen. It was just me prancing around with my Pull-Up fully exposed around the house just so that my mother would know if it’s damp or not. The only highlight of that whole day was my mother allowing me to have a slice of strawberry cake with a generous scoop of Neapolitan ice cream. Happy birthday, I guess? I texted Gina back with the following message: My birthday was boring. All I did was play with my sister and watch a bunch of mindless cartoons. Oh, and I had strawberry cake and ice cream too. Worst birthday ever. (Sad face emoji) I then heard quick footsteps, which made me put my phone into sleep mode. My mother opened the door and glanced at me with an expectant look. “Wet or dry?” My mother asked me. “Wet,” I sighed. My mother nodded as if she expected that very answer from me. “Nighttime accidents don’t count, Gabby. Of course I will expect a lot more from you when you’re finally acting like an adult. Get a shower and then meet me in my bedroom. I need to get a new Pull-Up on you. Get moving, young lady.” I nodded and made a cautious pace to my ensuite bathroom. I removed the sodden Pull-Up and proceeded to take a quick shower with practiced efficiency. It had to be fast, as my mother didn’t want me wasting too much water. I arrived at my mother’s bedroom, wrapped in two towels. My mother was holding the Pull-Up, waiting for me to step into it. I approached my mother and she guided me into the Pull-Up, one leg at a time. She then pulled the Pull-Up from my ankles until it was snugly around my waist. After that, my mother helped me into a bra and then a white T-shirt. Since it was only three minutes before I had to use the potty, I walked with her to the bathroom and she removed the Pull-Up. I sat on the potty and to my luck, a few drops of pee trickled into the toilet, granting me freedom from the porcelain prison. After lunch, I drank a glass of juice, since my mother fed Abby some juice before her nap. During my sister’s nap, my mother led me to the bathroom since it was another half hour that I had to go. As my mother was about to remove my Pull-Up, I realized that I didn’t have to pee. That’s when my mother said something that sent chills down my spine. “Gabby, you’re wet.” I glanced down and noticed that the Pull-Up was sagging. No. When? When did this happen? Did it happen on the way to the bathroom? I can’t even remember peeing in it! Could I have not noticed because the Pull-Up already absorbed all the pee? My mother gave me a stern look. “That’s one strike, Gabs. You know the rules. Two more accidents and you’re back in diapers.” I spent the next 45 minutes on the potty, trying to pee anything else out. Finally, a few trickles came out and my mother put a new Pull-Up on me. I returned to my room and played with my Nintendo Switch, since I could play with all my normal toys again. Having regained most of my privileges, I was relieved that I didn’t have to play with dolls or Legos. I then paused my game. I just couldn’t get over the depression that came over me. How did I have that accident? I was doing so good with the re-potty training! My mother entered the room holding Abby in her arms as she was sucking down a bottle of apple juice that my mother held as she fed it to her. “Gab, you need to drink your juice.” My mother led me to the dining room while she held my sister and I drank another glass of apple juice. This was the normal regimen since my mother wanted to make sure that I peed every half hour on the toilet. After drinking the glass of apple juice, I followed her to my sister’s room, where she had Cocomelon playing for my sister. As my mother sat Abby in her mini playpen, her cell phone rang. She gasped when she saw who it was. “This early?” My mother sighed. “Gabby, I need to take this call so I’m going to my laboratory to talk. It’s going to take at least an hour to talk to them so I want you to be a big girl for me. Use the potty in another 26 minutes and then another half hour after that. Think you can do that?” I nodded. “Yes mother.” My mother smiled. “Good girl. I’ll be back when the phone call is over, okay?” I nodded as she left the room. I glanced at my cell phone. 25 minutes now until I use the toilet again. For now, I decided to just sit with my sister and watch Cocomelon with her. I did this and got lost in the mesmerizing songs. I smiled and checked my cell phone. “What?!” I gasped. It was 3:24. I was supposed to use the toilet at 2:30 and 3:00! And with it being almost 3:30, it should be my next time using the toilet. My mother was still on the phone, so I walked over to my room and entered the ensuite bathroom. I don’t know how I’m going to go potty since I don’t feel like I have to go… My heart stopped when I noticed that my Pull-Up was heavily sagging before I took it off. No! Not again! The bathroom door creaked open and there my mother was. Great. Perfect timing! My mother glanced at the soggy Pull-Up that was on the floor and picked it up. The inside was all yellowed, which made her sigh. “That’s two strikes, Gabby. Can’t you use the potty like a big girl?” My face reddened and I sighed. “I forgot, mother.” My mother shrugged her shoulders. “Just what were you doing to forget?” I could see a tear rolling down my eyes. “Well,” I began. “I was watching Cocomelon with Abby…” “And let me guess,” my mother interrupted. “You were so engrossed in the program that you forgot to use the potty. It’s 3:34, Gabs. How many times did you forget?” “Two,” I said, my breathing becoming more labored and forlorn. “2:30 and 3:00.” “One more!” my mother warned as she saw a few trickles of pee enter the toilet bowl. “You are one accident away, Gabby. Now over here. Mommy’s got to get you into a new Pull-Up.” I nodded and submitted to the ritual that I was now very used to. I stepped into the new Pull-Up and my mother helped pull it up my waist. For the rest of the day, I did an excellent job in making it to the toilet. Dinner was served and I had chicken nuggets, crinkle cut fries, macaroni, and a chocolate brownie for dessert. For a drink, it was another glass of apple juice. An hour later, my mother was just about to remove my sister’s yellow onesie when her phone rang. My mother immediately answered it. “Hello? What? You need the research now? Okay. I will begin it immediately. Bye!” My mother turned to me and pointed to my sister. “I need to complete some research and then get you both ready for bed. Now Gabby, it’s 7:48 so you have 12 minutes before you use the potty again. Think you can remember to go in 12 minutes? Remember Gabby. You have just one strike left! Be a good girl and go. I’ll be back in another hour!” I nodded and glanced at my sister, who was blankly staring at the TV screen. Peppa Pig was playing so I watched the show with her. In the middle of watching the show with her, I could feel the carpet getting wet. I glanced down and gasped. My Pull-Up was…soaked? When did I start going? I stood up and saw pee running down my legs. I was still going! I glanced at my cell phone. 8:07. I was about to leave Abby’s room to use the potty when I heard my mother. “It looks like they didn’t need the research after all. Of all the nerve!” My mother entered to find the scene of the crime. There was a wet spot on the carpeting with a dripping trail of pee to where I was standing. My mother was now very upset. “Gabrielle,” my mother said, pointing at the accident that I just made. “It’s 8:08. You were supposed to go at 8:00. Why didn’t you? Did you know that you could’ve prevented this accident? Let me guess. You were watching another show with your sister.” My mother glanced at the screen. “Peppa Pig! Well Gabby dear, if you want to be a baby, mommy can make that happen. Your three strikes are up. I’m putting you back in diapers.” I smirked. I am 16 years old! How is my mother going to have diapers that fit me? “Wipe that smirk off your face,” my mother warned. “What is it? Are you happy that you had this accident?” “No,” I told my mother in a now sad voice. “I just think that with me being 16, you are not going to have any diapers that fit me.” But my mother picked up Abby and pointed to the door. “Into my room, Gabby. Move it!” I hurriedly followed my mother as she carried my sister to my mother’s room. My mother sat Abby on the floor and then proceeded to open up her closet. She pulled out what looked like a plastic sack. That’s when I saw them. A pack of Size 8 Pampers Swaddlers. Really?! They make Pampers in size 8 now?! My mother tore open the plastic and held the diaper out in front of me. “You’re about 70 pounds, Gabby so this should fit you perfectly.” I glanced at the diaper, which had a display of a sun with clouds, one of them raining. This was it. In seeing that diaper in my mother’s hand, I now knew that I was in trouble.

What I meant about the twins was them playing some kind of game like hide and seek. They go and hide in the nursery and Matthew finds them in there. But maybe the staff would prevent them from going there and they would stay with the Sunbeams. Whatever the case, it seems like Matthew is definitely going to be in Pull-Ups the next time he regresses. I feel he's still regressed even though he's adult in him feeling "off" and typing his notes like he was five only to correct them. Can't wait for the next chapter! 😀

That's what I was thinking. Having to constantly empty your bladder every 30 minutes is going to reduce the size of your bladder over time. With Gabby having to deal with 2 months of this, her bladder will surely be even weaker by the time she gets her panties back. Stay tuned. With Gabby in Pull-Ups, all she needs is three accidents to be put in diapers for one day before her one week timer for Pull-Ups resets. Fortunately, she doesn't have to redo the two months. I've been a little busy so I haven't gotten to write more yet. I'm hoping to get some more writing done tomorrow. The chapter shouldn't take too long to complete so I'll post it once I have it complete. 😃

Chapter 11: Repotty Training: Day 1 Despair could barely describe the vast chasm of hopelessness that existed in my heart right now. Already it has been two whole hours since my mother had me start wearing Pull-Ups. Okay. They’re not really Pull-Ups but Goodnites Nighttime Underwear for Girls. It was a large and designed for middle school aged girls who still wet the bed. But as far as I was concerned, the Pull-Up was designed just for me. Just for my punishment. A punishment that I totally deserved since I was a bad girl. To add to the humiliation, my mother would not allow me to wear any pants over the “Pull-Up”. According to her rules, the Pull-Up must be visible at all times, resulting in me having to walk around in just a Pull-Up and a plain white T-shirt around the house. The colored swirl designs felt juvenile with the lavender colors around the hips and waist. That and the soft padding served as a constant reminder of my punishment. The soft crinkle reminded me of it with every step I took. Within the two hours, my mother has taken me to the bathroom four times. For every half hour for the entire day, my mother took me to the bathroom and supervised me while I did my business. I was not allowed to leave the toilet unless I either peed or pooped in it. This meant that I had to wait for the smallest drops of pee to enter the toilet bowl if I already peed more recently. With this regimen, My Pull-Up has remained dry so far, but it didn’t change the humiliation that I felt with having to wear one in front of my mother and baby sister. Besides this punishment, my biggest despair lied in me knowing very well that I was banned for life in being able to hang out with my friends. So what does that mean, mother? Can I not move out for fear that I might hang out with Gina or Renee? So much for teaching me responsibility. All this did was create a deep despair inside of me that could not be cured. What is going to motivate me to do well at the Madeira School? What is going to motivate me? The fear of receiving another spanking from my mother. The fear of my bottom being beat raw by my mother’s chosen instrument of discipline. Whether it was the belt, the paddle, or even her bare hand, this was motivation enough for me to at least work hard on my studies to avoid any additional pain to my posterior. Another nail in the coffin was my mother taking away every single one of the things that I loved to do. She took away my Lord of the Rings books and replaced them with books that were appropriate for a five-year-old. She took away my Nintendo Switch and installed parental controls on my TV so that only she could decide the programing that I could watch. She filled my room with all the toys that I used to play with when I was just five. But all was not lost when it came to the entertainment. My mother teased me with the promise that I could earn one of my privileges back if I stayed dry in my Pull-Ups and used the potty every time like a big girl. She made it clear that the one privilege that I could never regain was any outings with my friends. I was not allowed to leave the property of the Rivers Estate. And if she ever found out that I left, she promised me that I would receive the most severe punishment that she had. I didn’t want to know what this was, so I was basically under complete house arrest as long as my mother was alive and taking care of me. While I had my four trips to the bathroom, my mother checked Abby’s diaper every time, and has changed it twice so far without me needing to do it. I brought it up only once for my mother to remind me that “I was being punished” and that “little girls don’t know how to change diapers”. As far as my mother was concerned, I guess I am a little girl now until I somehow regain my big kid privileges back. Among one of the biggest ones I want to regain is being able to wear my panties again. This was only day one and just two hours in a Pull-Up that I felt so ashamed in wearing. It was coming up to my next mandatory trip to the bathroom, and I shuddered at the fact that my Pull-Up was dry and my bladder was completely empty. How does my mother expect me to pee in the toilet if there’s nothing to pee out? Well, rules are rules so I will have to sit there until something hopefully comes out. The other thing that I will have to tolerate is my mother’s constant praise for me using the potty like a big girl. Talking down to me and treating me like I’m a third of my age is going to get very hard to get used to. The mandatory trip to the bathroom began and my mother removed my Pull-Up. I sat on the toilet, and it was just as I expected. There was not a drop of pee that came out. “Mother,” I complained. “There’s nothing coming out. Can’t we just try in another half hour?” “Absolutely not, Gabby.” My mother said in a stern voice. “You are going to sit there until you go pee pee. Do it for mommy, okay?” Oh sure, mom. Talk to me like I’m five again. I quietly sighed in frustration as I sat there with my bladder still empty. I then thought of the evening when I went to bed and gasped. “What about when I sleep? How am I going to keep track of my accident? Will those count towards my three strikes?” My mother shook her head. “Not at all, Gabs. You are just learning the potty, so only the daytime accidents are going to count. Three daytime accidents within the same week puts you in diapers. For every new week, the accidents reset to zero. And as long as you remain a good girl, you have eight weeks that you have to wear Pull-Ups. And every new week that you have less than three accidents, I will give you a privilege back. If you want all eight back, minus your lifetime ban from outings with your friends, you will be a good girl and use the potty for mommy, okay? Now Gabby, you haven’t gone potty yet. I’m going to check Abby’s diaper. Don’t leave that toilet until you pee or it’s another extra week in Pull-Ups.” I quietly sighed as I just began to feel the discomfort in sitting on the toilet for longer than necessary. My mother left as I found myself staring at the floor. Is there any hope to be freed from this cruel and heartless bitch? I didn’t dare move an inch as I could almost hear my mother screaming at me in my mind, despite the fact that she wasn’t even in the room. A few minutes later, I continued to relax my bladder as virtually nothing came out. Nothing except what I noticed were a few small droplets of pee. Mom. Mother. Where are you? I just went pee on the toilet! Can I leave the bathroom now? Minutes passed as sitting on the toilet now felt like torture. I didn’t have to pee at all and all I managed were a few drops of pee. The drops were so small that it didn’t even change the color of the water inside the toilet bowl. It remained a clear color, with all the evidence of my pitiful excuse of using the potty nonexistent. That minimal evidence was all I needed to be able to get off this toilet seat. My butt started to become sore, but only from sitting on the seat for so long. My mother re-entered the bathroom, holding Abby in her arms once again while she was once again being nursed at my mother’s breasts. My poor little sister is never going to grow up and based on my recent punishments, neither will I . I lost a decade worth of privileges in just one day, and it would take almost two months to get them all back, except for my social outings with my friends, which in hindsight was UNFAIR since she based my conduct on punctuality that I had virtually no control over this time. So thanks to Renee, I can never hang out with my friends anywhere again. Thanks Renee for ruining my social life forever. Abby was in her pale yellow short sleeved onesie, which I am convinced was my mother’s favorite onesie to dress her in, as she is almost always in that onesie when my mother is nursing her. She was feverishly sucking away like she was starving. At that moment, my mother pulled Abby away from her breast to direct her attention to where I was sitting. Abby whined as her small hands reached for my mother’s bust. “Mo mak! Mo mak! Hun-ghee mama! Hun-ghee!” Abby’s whine became a loud wail, which was swiftly quenched by my mother shoving a pacifier in her mouth. “Not yet, Abbycadabry.” My mother said, pointing to me sitting on the toilet, with my dry Goodnite sitting nearby. The whole scene made it look like I was just a little older than her, learning to use the potty for the first time. “You see that? Now I just had to change your poopy diaper, but look! It’s your big sister learning to use the potty. She was a bad girl, so she had to wear Pull-Ups again. Watch, okay? Your sister is such a big girl!” My face reddened as I watched Abby fixing her gaze on me as she steadily sucked on her pacifier. From the way that her eyes were dancing around me and the toilet seat, it was almost like she recognized it. Did my mother show her the toilet before? And I don’t know if I actually saw it, but I could see Abby almost nodding, but it looked more like her tilting her face up and down like a clumsy infant. Her eyes returned to my mother, and she spit the pacifier out of her mouth. “Mo mak, mama…” Abby said, in a soft and weak voice this time. But my mother firmly shook her head. “Not yet, Abs. You’re going to watch your sister act like a big girl. Now Gabby, can you go potty for mommy?” I sighed. “I already went. It was a few drops.” My mother furrowed her brow and shook her head. She inspected the toilet bowl between my legs and shook her head. “Gabby, that is a lie. I don’t see a single trace of yellow in that toilet. And until you go potty, you are not leaving the bathroom. It was official. I was doomed. I still didn’t have to pee and there was not a single drop of pee coming out. And my poor sister was now forced to watch me pee on the toilet like I was a preschooler. My sister produced the same face that I always saw. A face of sadness. A face that was empty and vacant. A face that looked very hungry. And there I was, my butt still glued to the toilet seat. I don’t know if it has been an hour or longer, but I was still sitting there with not so much as a single drop of pee entering the toilet. “Please,” I silently prayed. “Just one drop. One…drop…” Moments later, I heard a short and sustained trickle. That was it. That was all that my bladder wanted to empty at that point. My mother smiled at me and then at Abby. “Good girl! What a big girl you are in using the potty all by yourself! You see that, Abbycadabry? Gabby is a big girl.” Abby gave my mother a blank smile as she glanced at her again. “Hun-ghee mama. Mo mak…Mo mak…” My mother nodded, letting Abby latch back onto her breasts as she began to nurse her again. “There you go.” She then glanced at me. “Wait until I’m finished nursing Abby and I’ll help you with your Pull-Up. DON’T leave the toilet seat!” My mother left with Abby, while my butt felt sore sitting there for so long. About ten minutes later, my mother came back into the bathroom and pointed at me. “Stand up,” My mother ordered. I stood up and could almost feel the toilet seat peeling off my rear. It was painful sitting there for so long, but I was at the mercy of my mother. I couldn’t do a thing without her permission. My mother picked up the Pull-Up and had me stand back into it, one leg at a time. With both legs in the Pull-Up, she tugged the waist up until the Pull-Up was snug around my waist. My mother then poured a glass of water for me and had me drink it. I am guessing that this is to ensure that I pee on the toilet in the next half hour that I have to sit on it again. At my mother’s request, I followed her to my bedroom. Once there, my mother opened my underwear drawer and took the pile of panties out. She took every last one as a way of sealing my punishment. For the next two months, I could only wear Pull-Ups and she wanted to ensure that I didn’t cheat on this rule. “I will be keeping these until your two months of wearing Pull-Ups are over,” she explained to me like I was five. “Your panties will be the last privilege you will earn after two months, granted that you don’t get any other weeks added on.” I quietly sighed at a volume that not even my mother could detect. I glanced down at my Pull-Up, which felt bulky and soft. I still felt humiliated and did not know if I could ever get used to wearing a Pull-Up. But for the next two months, this was my punishment. For the next two months, my mother’s strict regimen of re-potty training me would be in full force. After all, I deserved this punishment. When was my mother ever wrong? She knew what was best for me and I dared not question her authority. The evidence was there. I peed myself at the mall. I peed myself in my friend’s pool numerous times. I almost peed myself during the sleepover. I wet my friend’s bed twice. I even peed myself before I entered my mother’s house late, when I was supposed to be on time. I was indeed a bad girl, and I got what my deeds deserve. Two months in Pull-Ups while my mother re-potty trained me. This was going to be a long two months. I quietly sighed in despair as I caught one last glimpse of the pile of panties that my mother was carrying before she carried them down the hallway toward her bedroom… There is light at the end of the tunnel, but that will be later on. Remember. If Gabby is narrating this entire story, she had to have survived the entire ordeal. Stay tuned. The forbidden wing will have a part to play a little later. If you can remember one of the earlier chapters, Gabby still has a school project that she needs to finish over the summer. All will be touched on soon. We are now caught up to my current chapter. Chapter 12 is still in progress and I'll try to have it done either tomorrow or before Thanksgiving. Look for it very soon. Thank you all for your support! 😀

Yes. This has been brought to my attention. Fortunately, there will be no forms of corporal discipline in the next chapter. Yes, it was too much. The next chapters are a bit of a "cooldown" as to how Gabby copes with her future with her mother.

Thanks for the feedback. The later chapters are going to have this toned down a lot. While the punishments are not going to be gone entirely, I want to at least show Gabby's struggles.

Chapter 10: Facing the Music Both my eyes stung and my red cheeks were burning as the tears ran down my face. I was now inside the estate, and my mother looked furious. She was pointing to her cellphone and giving me an accusatory stare. “Gabrielle Elizabeth Rivers!” My mother shouted as she pointed at me. “LOOK at me!” I stood there like a statue and obediently gave my mother a focused stare. “It is now 12:43 PM,” she told me. “Now tell me, Gabby. Is 12:43 noon? Is it?” “It isn’t, mother.” I said in a soft sullen voice. My mother walked up and slapped me in the voice. “Is 12:43 noon, Gabby?” She said, raising her voice. “IS IT?!!!” She slapped me in the face a few more times.’ “No mother!” I screamed. “It’s not!” “Well, from now on, you are under my care.” My mother said firmly. “You are NEVER going to another sleepover again!” “NO!” I screamed. “It wasn’t my fault! Renee’s car ran out of gas and her car wouldn’t start after that! Please give me another chance!” But my mother shook her head. “Well, your friend should’ve thought twice before driving a car on empty! No Gabby. No more sleepovers. No more trips to the mall. The only place you are allowed to go is Madeira and if I find out that you’re anywhere else, you will be removed from that school! Do I make myself clear, Gabby?” “But mom!” “No buts!” My mother shouted. “It I hear so much as another word out of you, you will receive a round of spankings from each word that I hear. You blew it, Gabby. I gave you a simple rule to be back by noon and you didn’t follow it. Now your social privileges will be taken away and they will never be returned to you.” As I walked forward, I gasped as I saw the drops of pee that trailed from the door to where I was standing. I winced in pain as I felt the sting of pain on my face from my mother’s slaps. My mother growled when she saw the source of my accident. “You are a bad girl, Gabby. And from what I’m seeing, you just don’t want to be a big girl anymore.” Next to my mother on the floor, I saw the Rivers paddle which more recently had my name added to it. My mother swiftly approached me and forcefully removed my dress. “You bad girl!” she shouted. “You peed your panties and your dress! And look! You made a mess all over the floor! Bend down!” I cried in just my bra and panties, full of fear and dread over what I have just done. Mother was right. I was a bad girl, and I was about to receive the punishment that was due me. I bent down, still feeling the moist pee-soaked cotton panty cling to my skin. I closed my eyes, expecting the worst. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I screamed in pain as I felt the sting from the paddle mixed with the wetness against my skin. My mother commenced her punishment, whacking me hard as she screamed each syllable. “YOU! BAD! GIRL! GAH! BEE! THAT! WAS! YOUR! LAST! STRIKE! DON’T! PEE! YOUR! SELF! AH! GAN!” I screamed and sobbed with each syllable now feeling a wet and painful sting on my butt. It ached and stung all over, which made me whimper in pain. My mother than glared at me. “Gabby, tell me. Are you a good girl or a bad girl?” “I am a bad girl!” I shouted, clearly enunciating every syllable. My mother nodded. “That’s right, dear. And because you had three accidents, you know the rules. Starting now, you are done wearing your big girl underwear and will be wearing Pullups for the next week. And because you are not a big girl anymore, you have lost all your big girl privileges. No video games. You must play with the toys that I give you. You can feed yourself but I have to serve you the food.” I pointed upstairs. “What about Abby’s diapers?” My mother smiled. “Gabby, you are not a big girl anymore so I will be changing all of Abby’s diapers now. Get upstairs and get a shower. MOVE IT!” I nodded and began walking upstairs, not even realizing that I left my overnight bag downstairs with my mother. I silently cried in pain, wincing as I walked up the stairs. I could only guess that my sister Abby was taking a nap right now, so she was sparing seeing my punishment take place. But now, it wasn’t fair. Why does my mother have to be such a cold and heartless bitch? Seriously! I had NO CONTROL over Renee running out of gas. And because of her, I can never hang out with my friends again? Really? I groaned in pain as I shook a shower, every drop of water feeling like a needle against my sore and sensitive skin. My butt was red and raw, thanks to my mother’s cruel and relentless discipline. But my mother was right. She was always right. I deserved it. Not only was I late, but I peed myself the third time. I was a bad girl and I totally deserved it. I wrapped myself in a towel and left the bathroom. My heart sank when I saw my mother pointing to a pile of my sodden clothes from my overnight bag. “So you peed yourself at the sleepover?” My mother asked me. “Just when were you going to tell me about that, Gabby. Keep that towel on and get on the bed.” I did what I was told and lied on my bed facedown, still wrapped in both towels. “Now,” My mother began. “You are going to tell me every single accident that you had at the sleepover. Don’t leave anything out! Start with the mall. Where was your first accident?” A fresh stream of tears flowed out of my eyes. “I peed myself in the mall bathroom!” I cried. “And my friends had to buy me dry panties!” SMACK! My body recoiled and I screamed in pain. “What else?” My mother continued. “Tell me everything, Gabby!” I frowned. “I peed twice in Renee’s parent’s pool and once in their hot tub.” SMACk! Each confession made my butt redder and more sore. I cried, wishing that the pain would just go away. Before I could even begin my next confession, my cell phone vibrated next to my pile of sodden clothes. I had no chance to get to my cell phone before my mother scooped it off the floor. “So what matter is so important that your friend has to interrupt us?” My mother said, swiping the phone. “Unlock it, Gabby!” I unlocked the phone and handed it to my mother. My mother checked the one unread text message. “It’s your friend Renee. It says ‘My mom found your soaked bedding and she is PISSED. So you wet the bed at someone else’s house?” SMACK! SMACK! “BAD! GIRL! YOU! DO! NOT! WET! THE! BED! AT! OTHER! PEOPLE’S! HOUSES! My mother then glanced at me with disappointment as I tried to not think of the pain. “Now be honest about the bed, Gabby. How did it happen?” I sighed. “I went to bed and I woke up. The bed was sopping wet! I took a shower, changed into my pink dress and dry panties drank some water, and went back to bed. I woke up with a smaller accident. I sighed as I thought of the minor accident during movie night. “Oh, and before I went to bed, I had a tiny accident in the bathroom!” My mother was now counting on her fingers how many accidents that I had total. “You’re up to seven accidents, Gabby. And since I haven’t even put you in Pullups yet, each accident is another week in Pullups so you’re wearing Pullups for the next two months. The cellphone vibrated. My mother looked at it and scowled. “It’s your friend Renee!” My mother shouted. She swiped the answer button and smiled. “Hello?” “Gabby? Oh wait! You’re not Gabby! Anyway, my mom is pissed and she wants to talk to you right now!” “I am Gabrielle’s mother,” my mother told her. “And Gabby is in the process of being disciplined right now. If it’s any matter of concern, have the mother talk to me.” “Hi! Miss…” “Rivers!” My mother immediately said. “Vivian Rivers. What seems to be the problem?” “Miss Rivers? Your daughter Gabby seemed to have peed all over the bedding in the guest bedroom, but she never bothered to tell me about it. And because there was no mattress protecter, the mattress is now ruined. Can I expect that this mattress and bedding will be replaced at your expense?” My mother nodded. “At Gabby’s expense. I pay her a liberal allowance so she has more than enough to pay for that.” “Good! I will place the order for the new mattress and bedding set and will be by later to collect the expense. Also let your daughter know that she is no longer welcome to stay over here. She just ruined a $2,000 mattress and $3,000 bedding set.” My mother nodded. “I have already talked to Gabby about this and I agree with you. Gabby will not be sleeping over at your place again.” “Very good, Miss Rivers. Now I will be over at 5:30 to pick up the money. The invoice will be texted to your daughter’s phone, so look for that.” My mother nodded as she scratched her chin. “I will. I’m very sorry about the mattress Miss…” “It’s Mrs. Mrs. Kingsley. I’ll be over at 5:30. Bye!” No sooner did my mother hang up that she became furious. “You bad girl!” She shouted. And with that, I endured another series of spankings for that conversation with Mrs. Kingsley (Renee’s mom). After the punishment was over, my mother pointed to the door. “Into my room,” My mother told me. I followed my mother into her bedroom, where I saw a plastic sack of Size Large Goodnites laying on top of her bed My mother tore open the sack and stretched the overnight Pull-up in her hands. “Step in,” my mother directed me. “Your two months of potty training begin now.” Potty training? Mother, I was already potty trained! Don’t you mean re-potty training? Whatever. In being cut off from my social world, I felt helpless. I stared at the Pull-up and sighed, lamenting over my last few moments as a big girl. Yes. Gabby's mother is not very nice. I don't think that her mother will take her to a doctor, but Pull-Ups are definitely a possibility. They are not. They left right after dropping Gabby off. Yes. From what happened, Gabby is in a lot of trouble... ☹️

Poor Matthew. He's finally an adult again but parts of his five-year-old self are still with him. Yes, he wants to be an adult, but he's losing more and more of his adulthood with each transformation. His homesickness is surely with wanting to go back to being a kid and spending time with the Sunbeams and those twin girls. I wonder if there will come a time where Matthew play a game with the twins and end up in the nursery, where he regresses to a baby? Or Sarah takes Matthew to the nursery to get more pull ups only for Matthew to find himself in another transformation? And Vincent Blackwood. It seems like he knows everything about the Recreation Center. About the marble with mysterious properties that the cornerstone and the desk used. The same marble that Matthew touched. What if someone else joins Matthew in the mysterious magic in the Recreation Center? I look forward to the next chapter. Perhaps Matthew will feel awkward and out of place in front of Sarah. This is both sad and at the same time tragic...I can't wait for Chapter 21...

Chapter 9: Renee’s Sleepover: Part III – The Next Ultimatum 10:03 AM. I heard a knock on the door that jolted me awake. “Gabby? Are you awake? Renee’s mom is making breakfast! And can you believe it? Renee is still sleeping. I’m going to knock on her door next. Get up and get ready, okay?” “Okay!” I shouted. 10:04 AM. I checked my cell phone and gasped. No no no no no no no no no!!! I have less than TWO HOURS before I have to be home! If I miss this window, I will never be able to spend any social time with my friends again. 10:05 AM. I lift up the covers and get out of bed. And…why am I feeling wet? My heart sank when I noticed a wet spot all over the bottom of my orange dress. I lifted up my dress and…yup. I pissed myself again. From just a glass of water in the bathroom? What is happening to my bladder control? 10:06 AM. I glanced at the fitted sheet to notice a smaller wet spot than the enormous one that was to the left from my big accident. That would explain why the back of my dress was also very moist. This doesn’t look good for me back at home. If I keep doing this, I will be back in Pullups again. I got a pink dress out of my overnight bag along with…just one of my older panties from Victoria’s Secret. Thank God that I packed one other dry pair! 10:10 AM. I undress myself and pile my sodden dress and panty in the bathroom and took a shower, trying to wash my hair and body as fast as I could. 10:19 AM. I step out of the shower and change into my pink dress and the only dry pair of panties that I had left. I comb my hair and skipped the makeup since I was running late. I wad up my pee soaked orange dress with the panties and exit the bathroom. I shove it into my overnight bag and zip it up. 10:21 AM. I hear another knock on the door. “Gabby? Are you still sleeping?” “No!” I replied. “I just had to take a shower and get dressed. I’m ready now!” “Okay! Renee’s downstairs in the dining room with her mom and breakfast is ready!” “I’ll be right down!” I shouted. That’s when I noticed both wet spots on the bed. They cannot see this! With that, I ran to the bed and tucked in the sheets as neatly as I could. I made sure that the sheets and the comforter covered the entire bed to conceal all the evidence of my accident. I grabbed my overnight bag and left the bedroom to go downstairs. 10:25 AM. I was now in the dining room, noticing an empty chair with a plate full of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, buttered toast, and orange juice sitting on the table. Renee looked at me and smiled. “That’s yours, Gabby. “My mom made breakfast for all of us. Wasn’t that nice?” Jordan finished the last of his bacon and smiled. “She also made breakfast for me!” Renee nodded. “Of course, Jordan. That’s what I meant when I said ‘all of us’.” Renee’s mom smiled. “I just wanted to be hospitable to all of you. It’s still hot. I kept it warm in the oven for you…Gabby right?” I nodded and stared at my food. I’m going to need to eat this fast if I’m going to get home on time! 10:27 AM. I proceeded to take generous bites of my breakfast, trying to finish it as fast as I could. When Renee’s mom saw this, she gasped, giving me a puzzled look. “Why the hurry?” She asked me. “Is there some place that you need to be?” Renee nodded. “Oh yeah, mom. Gabby needs to be at her home by noon. She told me that her mom’s a little strict.” Renee’s mom nodded. “Oh. Okay! Well, we need to hurry. Renee needs more driving practice anyway so we’ll get you home. Noon is kind of cutting it close. It’s okay if you end up a little late, right?” I just finished swallowing a large amount of scrambled egg and shook my head. “NO! It’s not okay! I need to be home before noon!” I continued to quickly eat my breakfast. Renee’s mom gasped. “Well, if you say so! Don’t worry. We’ll take you right home after you finish your breakfast, okay?” I nodded while I was chewing on a mouthful of toast. 10:35 AM. I gulped down the glass of orange juice and stood up. “Let’s go!” 10:40 AM. I entered Renee’s Black Lexus sedan and took the right seat while Gina sat in the left seat. Renee’s mom was in the passenger seat. As Renee was leaving the estate, she gasped. “Oh no! Oh no!” “Oh no, what honey?” Renee’s mom gasped, casting a worried look at Renee. “My low fuel light is on!” Renee shouted. “I’m on E!” Seriously Renee. Could you be any more irresponsible. I don’t even own a car, and I wouldn’t known enough to keep the car fueled. Renee gave me a nervous smile. “Well, We’ll just go into town and get some gas!” Renee’s mom frowned. “Renee dear? Didn’t I tell you to get more gas yesterday on the way back from dinner? Why didn’t you do that?” Renee sighed. “I forgot, mom! Now, I’m going right to a gas station to get more gas!” Gina sighed. “That’s before you can get there before you run out of fuel. Are you serious, Renee? I refill my car when I’m on a quarter tank!” Renee’s mom smiled. “Well, it looks like you’re more responsible with your car than my daughter is.” Renee sighed. “I forgot to refill it before I left the mall, okay? We’ll just go into town and get gas! It’ll be fine, alright?” I let out a deep sigh while thinking about just how stupid and irresponsible Renee was. 10:53 AM. Renee’s black Lexus approaches the “Welcome to North Potomac” sign. That’s when I heard a noise that made my heart sink. The black Lexus sputtered as it began to decrease in speed. “Do you see what you did, honey?” Renee’s mom shouted, looking a little annoyed. “You ran out of gas! Now quick dear! Pull over to the shoulder!” Renee veered over to the shoulder just before the car came to a complete stop. I scowled. “Really Renee? I need to be home in an hour!” Renee let out a nervous laugh. “I know, Gabby!” Renee’s mom got out her cellphone. “This car is on my insurance. I’ll just call a tow truck and have them take us to a gas station!” Gina nodded, looking very disappointed at Renee. “We’re close enough to a gas station that we can just walk there. It will only take a few minutes.” Renee’s mom looked at her cell phone. “We should be close to one. Ah. Here we go. It’s about an 8-minute walk. I’ll let the towing service know to drop it off here. 11:01 AM. I was now at the gas station with Renee and Gina, nervously glancing around, waiting for the tow truck to arrive with Renee’s car. Really. How could my friend be so stupid?! Renee was not her joking self at all, but kept glancing at me, looking embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Gabby!” She said, wiping a couple of tears out of her eyes. “You should be sorry for not taking care of your car!” I shouted. “Just tell me how you manage to run out of gas? I told already how I need to be home by noon. I need to be home in less than an hour!” Renee sighed. “If we’re late, just tell your mom that it was my fault!” Renee’s mom nod. “Yes Gabby. If you’re late and it’s not your fault, she’ll understand, right?” Wrong. I sighed. Renee and her mother don’t understand my mother at all. If I’m late at all, it’s going to be my fault every time. I cringed as I could almost feel the pain of my mother spanking me on my behind, sadly anticipating the kind of punishment that I was about to receive. And in addition to that, I will be banned from ever spending time with any of my friends ever again. What a way to encourage me if I can’t spend time with my friends anymore! How could my mother be so cruel? 11:19 AM. Renee’s mom calls the towing service again to find out when they were getting Renee’s car. When I heard that they were taking care of another car right now, I almost lost it. Sure, her car was going to be the next one. But how long was that going to take? I enter the bathroom in the gas station and peed in the toilet. I just hope that the towing truck would get there by the time that I’m done. 11:48 AM. The towing truck arrives with Renee’s car at the gas station and drops it off near one of the open pumps. Renee’s mom runs over and sticks her credit card in the pump terminal and has Renee fill up her gas. I glance at the meter impatiently, hoping that it would stop soon. 11:52 AM. The meter stops at 15.9 Gallons and $58.35. Renee’s mom took out the credit card and put it back in her wallet. We all got into the car. 11:53 AM. Renee turned the key and…nothing. The engine began to rev up but it wouldn’t turn over. Renee’s mom sighed. “I think it’s a battery problem. We need someone to give this car a jump.” Really. Can this day get anymore worse? Who are we going to find at the gas station that can help us? 12:21 PM. Late. More than 20 minutes late. A kind politician gave Renee’s car a jump and it started immediately. Renee left the gas station and began driving towards my home. 12:36 PM. The black Lexas sedan pulls into the Rivers Estate, hurrying to the main building. The gate attendant opened the gate and the car proceeded through the long driveway, taking a while to get to the end of the drive where I would have to run the rest of the way to the front door. 12:40 PM. I exited the Mercedes Benz and made a mad dash to the front door of the estate. I was halfway to the front door when something made me freeze in a panic. That fountain drink that I drank at the gas station didn’t help at all. I didn’t just have to pee. I had to pee so bad that my bladder was burning in pain. I was afraid to move another inch as the slightest step would result in the release of my bladder. Why? Why now? Why is the urge suddenly so bad now? But before I could think anymore, I saw it. Torrents of pee running down my legs and onto the cobblestone that led up to the front door of the estate. And to make things worse, I was already more than 40 minutes late. I didn’t even bother to move another inch as I already didn’t make it. A puddle of pee began to form on the cobblestone as I began to cry, lamenting over the punishments that I was about to receive by my mother. I didn’t just pee my panties. I flooded them along with my dress, which was now dripping wet with pee. I felt like my panties were submerged and I could feel every bit of the cotton fabric clinging to my wet skin. I lost it. I was now weeping hysterically as I approached the front door. This was it. With me having the worst accident ever and being more than 40 minutes late, I was afraid of what awaited me on the other side of that door. My hands trembled as I grasped the door knob. I closed my eyes, afraid of what I was about to see. Who knows? Stay tuned to see what happens! 😀

Chapter 8: Renee’s Sleepover: Part II – Movie Night Renee sighed as she continued to cast an impatient glance at me. “Well Gabby? Are you going to watch a movie with us? You don’t have to. I was thinking that me and Gina could just watch one anyway and just let you sleep.” But this was a sleepover. And how many sleepovers do I get to experience with my friends? Especially considering how strict my mother is. “Let’s do it.” I finally said. “Let’s watch the movies.” We entered the home theater, which had 30 large movie theater seats that could fully recline and massage at a push of a button. Each one also had a tray swiveled above the seat for storing popcorn or snacks and a drink holder on the side. For the snacks, we all had our own plates filled with Cooler Ranch Doritos, Barbeque Lays Potato Chips, and two Chewy Chips Ahoy Cookies. For drinks, there was a selection of 2 bottles of Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, and Orange Crush with a stack of plastic cups. I poured some Orange Crush and sat down. Gina poured some Dr. Pepper and Renee poured some Pepsi. Most of the movies that Renee picked out were just Rom-Coms. The first one was Anyone But You. It was okay. It’s not that I didn’t like the movie. It’s just that I don’t really care for Rom-Com movies like Renee does. Gina thought it was stupid and Renee of course loved it (no surprise). Another thing that wasn’t a surprise was how bad that I had to pee after that movie was over. My princess parts began to quiver as I stood up and pressed both my hands against my crotch. “Oh no…” Gina said with a gasp. “Gabby…” Renee laughed. “Let me guess, Gab.” She teased. “You have to pee?” My cheeks burned red as I nodded and proceeded to make a sudden beeline to the door of the home theater. I pressed my hands harder against my crotch and did everything that I could to pinch my bladder shut. To my relief, nothing was coming out…yet. Knowing that I was only on borrowed time, I scrambled through the hallway, desperately trying to find a door that led to a bathroom. The second door that I tried had a bathroom (Thank you, God). I shuffled into the bathroom, almost forgetting to close the door. My bladder burned and my princess parts trembled as I approached the toilet. And just as I was pulling my panties down, I could see my panties already darkened with the first few droplets of pee. I yanked them down to my thighs and sat down before anymore damage could be done. The whistle of pee reverberated inside the toilet bowl for what felt like more than 30 seconds. After that, the whistling slowed to a few short trickles. I looked down at my panties to notice a long narrow wet spot that started from the crotch and ran all the way up to the waist area. Great. I pissed myself enough that it’s going to be annoying to watch the rest of the movies with that wet spot rubbing up against my skin. I decided to try and address the problem by tearing off sheets of toilet paper and rubbing it over the wet spot that was cradled in the center. It didn’t really do much to dry it off, but it created little wet clumps of toilet paper that I had to scrub out before pulling my panties back up. As I pulled up my panties up, I could already feel the wet spot rubbing against me as I walked. Each pace was an uncomfortable reminder that I had an accident. I was not a good girl. And this was something that my mom didn’t have to know about. Back at home, I was still on my second strike and I wanted to erase them by having dry panties back at home. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands before returning to the home theater. As I cracked the door open, Renee had the nerve the nerve what I thought was the stupidest insult. “Welcome back, Gabby!” Renee said in a teasing manner. “We all thought you fell in!” Gina sighed. “Correction, Renee. YOU thought that she fell in. I was starting to get a little worried. Did you make it, Gabs?” I wasn’t about to reveal the truth to my friends, so I lied. “Yes,” I said with a nod. “I had to poop after I peed so I took a little bit longer.” Gina smiled. “Well, it’s good that you got that out of the way!” Renee already had the next movie queued up. “Well, are we all ready for the next one? Let’s begin ‘Someone Great’!” I sighed. “Time for another cheesy Rom-Com…” Gina nodded. “I agree with Gabby. For the next sleepover, I get to choose the movies.” “Deal,” Renee said in agreement. “Let’s start it! But we’ll let Gabby get her food and drink first.” I saw that both Gina and Renee already got more snacks and refilled their drink. I did the same and took a seat next to them. For the second movie, I carefully rationed my Orange Crush, taking small sips every ten minutes. I only managed to drink half of the cup by the time the movie was over. I drank the rest of the cup and found that both girls needed to use the bathroom. I peed and even pooped this time during my bathroom break. Upon returning, I found out that both Gina and Renee took bathroom breaks after the first movie as well. The third movie was “Set it Up”. Like the second movie, I carefully rationed sips of Orange Crush and finished the soda when the movie was over. I glanced at the clock on my cellphone. 2:38 AM. “Shouldn’t we be going to bed?” I groaned before yawning. Gina also yawned. “Yeah. We’ll go to bed. Right Renee?” “Not until we see the fourth movie!” Renee said with a smile. This was met by Renee getting smacked in the head with an empty plastic drink cup by Gina. “You better not!” Gina warned. Renee laughed. “Everyone, I was joking! There is no fourth movie! I’m tired too! We’ll sleep in and drive everyone home in the morning.” I gasped, remembering the deadline that my mom set for me to return home by. “Noon!” I shouted. “Mom wants me home by noon, or else!” “Or else, what?” Renee challenged me. I sighed, not wanting Renee to know the truth about my mother. “My mom is just strict with her rules and she wants me home at a certain time, okay?” Renee sighed. “Fine! We’ll make sure that you get home before noon, okay?” In turning in for the night, we all entered our separate bedrooms. Both Gina and I entered guest bedrooms while Renee entered her own bedroom, which was bigger than ours. Each bedroom had its own ensuite bathroom. I didn’t have to pee so I brushed my teeth, flossed, and used the mouthwash before I turned in for the night. I took off my panties that I partially peed in earlier and took a wet washcloth to wipe the gross dried pee off my princess parts. I put on the second of the three pairs of panties that Gina bought me and crawled into the spacious king size bed. It didn’t take took long for me to fall asleep. I woke up, noticing that something wet was clinging against my skin. I lifted up the covers to find the entire front of my nightgown sopping wet. And as I shifted in my bed and looked around, I was completely surrounded by a round patch of pee that was underneath where I slept. As I sat up, the back of my sopping wet nightgown also clung to my skin, with pee dripping off as I sat there. I lifted up my nightgown to find my panties soaked from front to back. I am so dead. This is my friend’s parent’s guest bedroom, and I totally pissed their bed! While I was completely mortified at what I just did, I at least didn’t have to deal with the consequences that my mom made me go through. She would stick my face right onto the sopping sheet while she punished me. The worst I will get here is Renee’s mom yelling at me. “No!!!!” I said in a voice that was just above a whisper. “What am I going to do?” That’s when I decided that I would just make the bed and hide the source of my accident. I stripped off my wet nightgown, peeling all the wet fabric off that clung to my skin. I removed my panties and rolled both sodden garments into a ball before putting them into my overnight bag. I got out my last pair of panties along with my orange dress that I wore the previous day. I took a quick shower, dried off and put on my third and final pair of panties that Gina bought for me along with my orange dress since I didn’t pack any other pajamas for the sleepover. I poured a glass of water in the bathroom and drank it before returning to the bedroom. It was 4:56 AM when I finally got back into bed. I got on the dry side of the mattress. I then fell asleep, hoping and praying that I wouldn’t have another accident. Maybe. For Renee, I see her as the one that thinks she's funny when no one else is laughing. But yeah. Renee doesn't have everything together. Glad you're all enjoying the story so far! The next chapter releases tomorrow. 😀